I want to be a man.

"N-No." I answer forgetting for a moment, "Mommy."

"No...NO!" She hisses seeming to have focused on the "no" and not the delayed title.

"I'm sorry, mommy." I plead as she looms over me with an iron grip on my chin and acrylic nails digging into my face.

"MOM!" Mistress surprisingly comes to my aid pulling, "You're ruining my pool time!"

"Oh, mommy's sorry sweety," Mommy coos releasing me to slump to the floor as she hugs Mistress not noticing her wine spilling. Thoughts racing through my head of how I can't believe I said no to mommy, how I didn't jump on the opportunity.

I'm saved by Mistress quickly shoving my burden back into my hands and dragging me to the massive pool of my father's McMansion.

"Jesus, if I only knew to get you to stop being such a dick I just had to grind on you I would have done it sooner," Mistress giggles as she stands in front of one of the deck chairs, but my eyes remain firmly glued on her thighs that once were tiny are now starting to look more like those of a runners, "John! What are you waiting for put my towel down."

Quickly I do as she commands laying out her blue towel and trying to cover my boner as she grinning lays on the chair and proceeds to pluck the sun tan oil from my burden and dangle it expectantly.

Without an ounce of hesitation I take the bottle from her and proceed to do my best to cover every inch of her in the coconut scented mixture, I'm so lucky to have a mistress that treats me like her favorite toy and a mommy that tells me what I want.

At first I didn't notice Mistress's changes, her back seemingly more muscled than the usual, her thighs more fitting for the amount of running she does every day, but it's her ass that convinced me that me worshiping and obeying her is setting about the changes.

Once non existant and the first thing she said she'd get implants as soon as Dad would pay for it, not thick and firm by the time I noticed it turning the blue bikini bottoms into little more than a thong that seems to dig in uncomfortably.

"John!" She barks.

"Yes, Mistress!" I squeak out in a androgynous voice, oh god I don't know how much longer I can take until I'm fully her toy.

"Get me a drink," She commands and I don't hesitate to set the bottle aside and start to make my way to the kitchen before she calls, "And if you make it fast I may give you a reward."

The sight of her ass jiggling is all I need to dash to the kitchen, ignoring the sounds of moans and buzzing coming from the living room and grabbing two drinks as I'm unsure if she wants a soda or a juice, but I freeze.

Initially what I had thought was just the distant moans of Mommy seems to be coming from the pantry and despite the screaming in my head to do as Mistress command and be quick I edge closer until I can look under the gap of the door.

Black high heels greet me and I can make out the blurred motion of someone leaning against the shelves, but it's the moans of, "Mr. Smith" and something in Spanish that I'm certain is rather dirty that tells me it's the housekeeper dad hires, Maria.

Mommy calls her Rosa to be an ass and had accused dad of cheating with her quite a few times, but had yet to find enough proof that would void the prenup.

My hand is on the handle even before I realize what I'm doing.