“…Be my little girl…” (Feminization Route)

It takes a moment for the words to sink in, he merely stares up at his mother, blank faced.

“I… don’t understand…” he says, trying to convey confusion rather then disinterest or worse disgust.

“Well sweetie… you see… your father wasn’t always the way she was… in fact she was never a futa in the first place… she… or he perhaps… was born a boy… just like you…”

Riley is taken aback, eyes widening as the thought sinks in, he had always built up a monolithic image of his father especially with how few memories he had of her… he remembered she was kind and funny and loved to sing… he knew that she knew how to read people… knew how to empathize with just about everyone she met…

He also pieced a lot of things about her together; bits of story’s and haphazard anecdotes stapled together to create a majestic image of the futa who had sired him.

He learned she spent a short time in her youth among the M.L.F. a group that sought the emancipation of males throughout the empire.

He learned that she was a romantic just the same as himself, she made of mix tape of all 87 of your mother’s favorite songs and would take her slow dancing at least once a month.

All these things he knew, all these things he could cling to but all this time he never knew maybe the most important thing about his father was that she wasn’t an equal to your mother, she was her very first and most beloved pet.

He’s too lost in his own mind to say anything, just frozen their with wide eyes as his mother continued, her words slightly muffled as though he had been shell shocked by this revelation.

“…and well sweetie… when she passed I… I just couldn’t fall in love with anyone else… everything about her was so beautiful… I had given up on love again when one day I… well… well I realized how similar you are to her… not just in body but… your soul… you remind me so much of her…”

“I wasn’t sure s.. so when I claimed you I had to check… and darling… you are your fathers daughter…~ it’s so clear to me now…~ even last night you were so attentive, so eager… you reminded me exactly of what my first time was with your father…~” she continues, her voice filling with warmth and love as she speaks like a love struck teenager.

Slowly she kneels down as well, gently taking her son’s hands in hers and holding them tight, she stares into his eyes, the ones that remind her so of her one true love.

“Baby…. Will you please be my little girl… I… I would never **** anything on you… you’re always going to be my treasure but… I NEED this…” she says, placing the decision in Riley’s hands, but even he can see the situation clearly, she’s stated in no uncertain terms that if he refuses that, that will be the end of their relationship as Mommy and pet, that he will lose all that he’s been given last night.

His mind swims as his heart sinks, he’s been given an impossible choice, either A; refuse and be subjugated to the life of an unclaimed male or B; sacrifice his body and his way of life to satisfy the desires of his mother.

Time slows to a crawl as he agonizes over the decisions, there’s no guarantee that he’ll remain unclaimed forever, he could always meet someone… somewhere…? Right..?

But how would they compare to her? How COULD they? She’s perfect, she’s equal parts silk and equal parts steel, she is the woman who can hold him tight in her arms and assure him that all of his problems will fade and she’s the woman who can tell him to kneel without making him feel lesser.

She understands him so completely, she’s perhaps the only person on the planet that does but how could she demand that he sacrifice so much? He stands to lose his entire identity in her pursuit of a love that’s long dead.

He could never be a replacement for his father, nobody could be, what if he gives all that he has, his body, his heart, his very manhood only for her to decide a year later that it just isn’t the same and cast him aside?

It’s then he feels a hand on his shoulder, a gentle one, not asking him to obey, simply informing him that she understands his inner turmoil, she gives him a smile, not one that comes from joy or smug satisfaction, it has nothing to do with what she feels.

She smiles at her son because she knows what he’s wrestling with, and she needs him to know that no matter what, that love they share will always remain, it may take a different form but it will never lose its intensity.

His lips move of their own accord, before he can mull it over any further, before he can complicate the matter any further.

“Ok…. I’ll do it…” she’s given so much for him, this very choice is a sign of her belief in him, as his owner she could have **** this upon him, he wouldn’t have been able to stop her, but she didn’t, she allowed him to decide for himself, which in this world, says everything that needs saying.

Her smile widens, genuine joy fills her face as tears well up in her eyes, she heard the words, the ones that have been a fixture in her every last fantasy for the last 10 years, finally, she could look into her little girls eyes and know that her desires matter to her, she knows what Riley had just sacrificed, she couldn’t be prouder.

She takes Riley into her arms, holding him tightly, as though fearing this would all slip away from her grasp and she’d awaken crestfallen as she had so many mornings before.

They hold each other as they allow the gravity sink in, allow the full weight of this decision bear down upon them like a tsunami.

When it’s over, Catherine rises, bringing her daughter along with her before setting them free, gently smoothing out Riley’s long auburn locks as she had so many times before, before they got sent off to school.

“Let’s get you upstairs sweetie…~ I have something I’d like to show you~” says Catherine before taking her newly christened daughter by the hand and leading her up stairs to her room.

Riley’s legs shake as they climb the steps, carried forward only by the divine look upon their mother’s face, reminding them who this was all for.

Riley’s sat on the edge of their mother’s bed as she throws open the doors to her walk in closet, stepping inside to the very back where a box lay before carrying it out.

On the surface Riley can only make out the fact that they’re clothes, ranging in color from pink to blue to black to yellow; it’s only when Catherine reaches in and pulls a black and white polkadot sundress free from the pile that it all clicks.

She had been preparing for this, she must have known they’d say yes to her offer, this clothing can’t have been cheap and it looks just Riley’s size.

Catching the look upon her daughter’s face she gives a small sigh, kneeling down before them to be at their eye level.

“I admit…. I… I had been preparing for this for some time… I… I always knew that you’d be the one for me and… well… once again you’ve proven that theory right…” she says, apologetic for the secrecy but not for the assumption Riley would agree to this.

She gestures Riley from their seat gently raising their arms in the air and beginning to strip them of their clothes, not stopping even as she reached Riley’s boxers.

“Shut your eyes for me sweetie… I think this is going to be magical for the both of us…~” she says her voice taking on the energy of a gentleman seeing to it that his woman is wowed by a beautiful gesture.

Riley’s eyes close, taking in a deep breath as they allows her to work, gently manipulating their body to aid in the dressing, once the dress is one Riley can feel more garments and accessories be slide along their body and put in place all the while Catherine would periodically make small gasps or comments as she dressed up her lover.

At one point they even feels her fingers gently part their hair in certain directions, styling it ever so slightly.

“You have made me so happy baby…~”

“I couldn’t ask for a more perfect little girl…~”

“Oh, I just knew this would look excellent on you…~”

Finally Riley feels themself gently being pushed, led around what they assumed to be the bed before coming to a stop and gently being turned.

“Ok… you can open now…” Riley’s mother says, audibly anxious, not for her own sake but for her daughter, yes they had agreed to this but it meant nothing if they didn’t enjoy this as much as she.

With a flutter Riley’s eyes open, the woman standing before them in the mirror looked recognizably like them but there’s some part of Riley’s brain that need to process that this person is them.

She’s beautiful, that sundress is flowing but Catherine has saw fit to wrap a black piece of fabric around its midsection like a belt, the dress is clearly designed to accentuate the beauty of someone without much bust to work with but that’s far from the last thing that’s new.

The reflections hair is parted with some hair being moved around her head to frame her face, giving the impression of a tomboyish appearance.

Looking up the reflections legs they can see the clear impression of stockings, slowly they raise the front of the dress to unobstructed sight further and further until….

She wears a black set of lacy panties, the bulge in front visible but only barely, the lace gently cradles her balls and rubs against the tip of the reflections cock making their legs tremble and her to chew her lip to suppress a moan.

“You are so beautiful baby girl!” Catherine says, unable to stifle herself any longer as she looks upon her precious baby girl in all of her glory.

That little part of Rileys disassociating them from the young woman in the mirror is silenced as Catherine praises their beauty.

The image, the sensation, the praise, all of it compounds upon each other in this moment, creating a surge of emotion through Riley’s poor little body, tears well up in their eyes, this is all too much.

Catherine swoops in, sensing her babies swell of emotions as she wraps her arms tight around Riley’s belly, holding them in place both to comfort them and to **** them to look into that mirror and allow the experience to sink in, all the while whispering sweet nothings into their ear.

“You are so beautiful…”

“You’ve made me so proud…”

“I’m so lucky to have you Princess…”

They stay like that for some time, long enough for the image of that woman in the mirror to sink into Riley’s mind, just as vividly as their first time together as lovers.

With strength they didn’t think their mother was capable of Catherine scoops up Riley, carrying her Princess downstairs to the living room.

She takes a seat in her favorite chair and holds Riley in her lap, her hands gently rubbing their ass through their lacy panties.