Changed at Home

“Why are we not at Rhian’s?” Tim asked, still naked, penis finally beginning to deflate. He was in his own bedroom, the avatar of Justice next to him, her yellow teeth on display as she grinned.

“Time sometimes acts a little wonky when you visit my Father,” she said, “nothing to worry about, but your date is over and you’re home. It’s tomorrow!”

Immediately, Tim padded on the carpet to his dresser, pulling out a baby blue pair of panties and matching bra, slipping them on. It wasn’t much, but he felt far less exposed. Grabbing a sucker from a jar next to a large collection of lipsticks on the dresser top, he quickly unwrapped it and slipped it into his mouth, a shiver of pleasure running up his spine as he played with the candy, wrapping his tongue around the stick.

“What else has changed?” He asked, knowing that he might not like the answer.

“Get dressed and we can go see.”

His closet was, as always, a delight to his eyes. Images of showing his body off in each outfit he passed danced through Tim’s imagination, each time causing a shot of pleasure in his brain. Justice had really done a number on him with that trade. There were small mirrors throughout the sprawling closet, and he could see that in his current state of dress, his hair had become a short-cropped bright pink style. It wasn’t as bad look; had he seen a woman with his body, his face, that underwear, and that hair in his old life, Tim would have gladly found a box of Kleenex and a quiet room. But since he was looking at his own reflection, all he could do was appreciate the fact that the other sides of the trades that had gotten him that look had dramatically improved his life.

Tim settled on a pair of extremely short denim shorts, designed to hug his hips while short enough to show the majority of his magically enhanced rear end to anyone behind him. In fact, they were barely bigger than the panties he had on beneath. On top, he pulled a tight black t-shirt, one that covered his bra and breasts, but covered nothing of his midriff. On his feet he buckled himself into a beige pair of strap-on four inch heels.

He loved it.

Once the second buckle was fastened, Tim’s hair instantly changed, cascading down his back. A glance in the mirror showed him that his hair had become long, poker straight, and jet black. He also had bangs. And while Tim had never had bangs before, he had to admit that with his new face, he could pull them off.

Dressed, feeling playful, Tim touched up his makeup then held out the crook of his arm.

“Shall we?” He asked Justice, who had been hovering behind him.

“Oh, how about I just follow along?” She croaked, “Your family can’t see me. I’d hate to make it weird, babycakes.”

And so Tim swayed out of his bedroom, looking for answers. At the bottom of the stairs his mother greeted him with a kiss, a grab, and a promise of more that night. Then his sister popped down the stairs and did the same thing. His penis, which he had just gotten under control, started threatening to escape over the top of his shorts' waistline.

Then he found his dad. Nothing could have prepared Tim for the image he saw in the kitchen. Already, thanks to the trades he'd previously made, his father had diminished from the domineering man Tim had grown up with. The person standing before him was something entirely new. Dressed like Harley Quinn from the Suicide Squad movies, Tim’s dad was standing over the stove, stirring a pot with one hand, while slowly moving a cucumber in and out of his mouth with the other. The older man was short, big breasted, and beautiful.

“Oh, hi Tim!” His dad said in voice that should have belonged to a sixteen year old girl, popping the cucumber out from between his glistening lips, “I didn’t know you were home! I hope you’re hungry, supper will be ready soon!”

Tim was so shocked that he could barely respond. Mumbling a thank-you, he backed out of the room, amazed at how nice his dad’s ass looked in that costume.

“Back for more, baby?” Tabby said, again pulling him into an animalistic kiss.

“Oh you two,” Tim’s mother’s voice was loving, pleased, “I’m so glad this finally happened. Our family is finally perfect.”

“Kinda hot if you ask me,” Justice whispered in Tim’s ear.

Tim couldn't help but agree with the immortal. Yes, it had shaken him to see his transformed father, but being with two beautiful women that he seemed to have been redesigned to desire was overwhelming. It took every ounce of willpower to say what he said next.

"Can I have a minute?" Tim said in a sultry tone, his lips brushing up his sister's, "I can meet you upstairs in five. Maybe we have time for a quickie."

Both women exchanged a look of glee, then scrambled up the stairs. Tabby called over her shoulder at her brother, "Don't make us wait long! I have a surprise for you!"

Alone in the hallway, Tim turned to Justice.

"So this is everywhere?" he asked, aiming a dainty hand toward the kitchen door, "Everyone?"

"Every man," she answered, "All around the world. I was surprised that my Father wasn't upset by the trade, but it was no secret that he missed Mother, so everyone's happy."

"I don't know if everyone being happy is the right way to describe it..."

"Oh, Mister Oh-So-Wise doubts the immortal?" Justice laughed a wheezing laugh, "Trust me, it's better this way. Men are happier, more focussed on being sexy, showing off, and pleasing their partners to worry about the stuff that preoccupied them before. Life is rebalanced. War is rare now, so is poverty. People are just less competitive, less combative."

"Just because they're like me?" Tim was aghast.

"You're not the same person you were when I met you!" Justice said, "You believe in yourself. You are confident. But more than that, your priorities are improved. Tell me," she poked him in the left boob, "would you rather win an argument or get a shopping spree for lingerie?"

"Lingerie," he answered before he had a chance to think about it. Tim's eyes went wide. The changes in him were far more profound than he had imagined. Changes that had spread around the world.

"Women are happier, too!" Justice sounded gleeful, "All the gifts of attractiveness, even to lesbians, is part of the package. Sure, with a bit less spice than what I gave you, but still, women sure aren't complaining about the new template for their men!"

"This is a lot," Tim felt dizzy at the implications of such a huge change.

"Don't stress about it too much," Justice said, "You've got a long, long life ahead of you, so there's plenty of time to figure it all out. For now, I think you've got a couple lovely ladies to please before supper."

Tim was about to respond when a strong metallic smell filled the room and Justice vanished with a wink. The world had changed, but that didn't mean it had changed for the worse. A smile grew on his glistening lips as he thought about his life. He'd lost some things, but really, did he care anymore? As quickly as he could move in his heels, Tim scrambled up the stairs after his sister and mother. Justice was right. He could figure it out later.