A Deal for Joanie

Carrie was thumbing through a bridal magazine. Beside her, her aged stallion roused, his cock twitching. She'd have to take care of that in a few, but first, business.

"Morning Daddy!" Carrie said brightly. John rubbed his eyes.

"Morning Barbie. How's the wedding planning going?" He rubbed her 34DDs, causing her to moan.

"Mmm, slow Daddy. I'd like you to fuck my shit box, but we gotta discuss something first." John's eyebrows arched.

"Okay Barbie."

"So, I talked to Junior and his counselors, and they both agree with what Cathleen thought years ago. While he's an effeminate boy physically, he really needs to blossom. And to blossom, it's going to be as a transsexual woman. it was the path he was on back in high school, after all." John took a deep breath.

"So what? He needs money."

"Yes, but more importantly, she needs love. Guidance. Support. So I thought ... why not let me make her my little project? Help turn Junior into Joanie." John considered for a long moment.

"It feels a little ... weird. I don't know if I'm comfortable with it." Carrie expected that.

"I'll tell you what. If Junior is Joanie by the time we get married... we'll take another shot at the John Junior you wanted when you were an 18 year old buck. And it won't take away from me draining your balls or planning our wedding, I promise. I've already recruited a friend to do most of the on the ground work." John leaned down, kissing her hard. She knew this second shot was his own healing.

"Okay, Barbie. You've got a deal."