On the road...

"Mph, fine! Drive!" Walter said and spat daggers at him.

"Give me the keys," Jacob said, and snatched the keys away from his Swedish bikini model father.

"If you kept a job you could have a better car than this," Walter said.

"I don't have to take you anywhere," Jacob said.

"You don't have to live here," Walter spat back.

Jacob grumbled, but turned the key in the ignition. His father sat, prim and proper, almost looking like an ordinary woman would.

"So what exactly do I do?" Jacob asked at last.

"Oh that's simple," his dad said, still in his Walter voice. Why did that make him hotter?

"Simple how?"

"All you have to do is look for the people that look like they have money. Bring them over to me, and tell them to ask questions. Anything they want. They'll see how good the device is and I'm sure they'll help pay for it."

"Like what kind of questions?"

"Anything technical."

"Hmm," Jacob said, thinking out loud, "like if all of your changes? Are your genitals working?"

"Yes, they can ask that," Walter said. "The answer is yes. They're 100% functional and real."

"Can I check?" Jacob asked.

"Uh...." Walter didn't know what to say, so Jacob reached over and slapped his dad's tits. They felt the same.

He also touched Walter's crotch to check.

"No cock," Jacob said.

"Jacob... What are you doing!?" the aroused voice of his dad rang suddenly in his ears.