I reverse my changes and then turn Taro into a bimbo cheerleader. [Aware]

"I-I'll go get them." I stammer slinking out of the kitchen and barely stopping myself from running upstairs.

Instead I stop at the stairs, out of sight of the kitchen and pull out my phone. I nearly undo what dad did do me, but instead I hit "pair" to ensure he will be fully aware of why I'm doing what I am and why, looking over his profile I'm shocked to find it is by far how I would have described him before today. I confirm what I had half expected dad seems to have simply changed our relationship from friends to "bully-victim" and if I had just looked at my own profile I would have learned that.

Maybe if I undo that then he would be...a better person but he seals his fate with a shout of, "Hurry the fuck up John I'm not gonna risk knocking up a retard!"

I undo the changes dad did to me, watching in horror as my phone drops 20%.

Settling on a plan I slink back to kitchen doing my best to look cowed and mortified, "T-Taro...I-I'm s-sorry."

"Where's my condoms," He glances over his shoulder, a hand firmly on mom's forehead keeping the bimbo licking the air, **** to reach his cock.

"D-daddy...h-he f-" I stammer, rather proud of my acting.

"Spit it out carrot dick!" Taro snaps.

"Daddy took your condoms!" I shout, resisting the urge to ball my fists at his eye rolls.

"So go get them." Taro waves, letting go of mom and stepping back.

"I-I can't, he said he would punish me if I did." I whimper recoiling back as mom hits the floor.

"Damn it, come!" Taro growls yanking my arm, ignoring mom's confused calls of cock and my fake pleas not to make me go in Dad's room.

Taro practically kicks dad's door down before almost throwing me towards the cum stained king sized bed before growling, "Where does he keep the condoms?"

"I-in the nightstand." I flinch away from him, though mostly avoiding a leaking condom that's big enough to be used as a glove.

Only once he's ripping through the night stand do I spring quickly changing him to a "female" in the app.

"Due to other affects target has been set to "bimbo" and "intelligence" has been dropped, would you like to keep target "unemployed".

"Maybe your sister has a cheerleader outfit for you to borrow," Taro fumes glancing back at me. I quickly type in "cheerleader" for his job and hit submit, "Who told you could b-"

Taro's voice ends in a gasp as he bolts up, his shoes seemingly vanishing along with his pants as his pale legs become shapely and petite.

"W-what's going on?" He gasps in confusion as his shirt vanishes, become little more than an X shaped to that just barely covers his balloning breasts and light areola's that peak out, the upper most part covers his cleavage and bears our former college in white letters. His waist cinches in until his stomach is flat and petite enough for me to wrap me hands around.

"Like, why do I sound like a bimbo.." Taro squeals glancing down at her ample chest before tilting backwards ,"Uhhhh."

I lunge forward grabbing her by her smooth flawless waist and throwing her face first onto dad's bed finding a well toned ass just as large as her chest, though decidedly fake.

"Oh gawd! I think I'm on one of your dad's condoms!" Taro whines trying to push herself up only to realize "his" hands are now well manicured and painted to match his uniform. I ignore his continued panicking my attention drawn to his bare ass and failing to resist the urge to give her now much larger ass a firm slap.

"Mmm," Taro moans her disgust and panic forgotten for a moment, "Who said you could touch ME!"

"What you don't want me to pound this." I ask running two fingers down her vulva, ending with a double fingered flick of her bean.

"Mmmmmm...I-I would never let that limp noodle near me, e-even if I was a bimbo!" Taro squeals, still denying the reality in-spite me wiping my wet fingers

"Does THIS look like a limp noodle, "Taro"?" I grin dropping my pants to show my 6 inch cock bounding up once freed.

"I-I..."She stammers eyes glued firmly on my cock, her hands shaking as she seems to waver.