You wait for your last memories to disappear

...you wait, and you wait some more, completely stuck underneath the heavy weight of your father while his dick was still pulsing the last few remnants of his load into you. However, against what you've been told by the lady on the phone, you didn't quite forget yourself. It's almost as if the girl whose body you're currently in had such... weak and little personality, that a part of your existence remained. At first that's great news, you could still try and control some of her...well... your actions. On the other hand, ignorance is bliss, or would've been. Instead of that, you're now completely aware of the icky slime inside your new, feminine private parts.

"Nnnh!" you moan out in discomfort as your dad shoved his hips forward to deliver the last bit of his seed deeply into your womanhood to create a puddle far out of your reach. At last, his shaft was softening and you grew less aware of the stretching sensation down there.

"There," he coughed before moving a hand to your lower back, pushing down firmly to keep you in place, and sliding his grotesquely thick appendage out of your sore slit before rolling over to his side of the bed. "Maybe this time you'll get your little baby brother," he pointed out while reaching for the remote and starting up the TV.

In the meantime, it feels like your unpleasant instincts are kicking in again. You simply continue lying there on your belly, face planted against the pillow and your battered slit desperately trying to return to a tight state. Part of you wants to get up and clean your cunt, the other part is content with remaining as you are. Unfortunately it felt like the second part was clearly winning, and you had to endure feeling a steady trickle of cum oozing out of you until your dad had recovered enough to leave the room.

Finally. You groaned as you supported yourself with both arms and moved to sit up, followed by a wet squelch as soon as you realize you sat down on the wet patch you just created. "Aw man. I don't want to be a girl," you bitterly say to yourself, and even that feels odd given your voice was that of a young, shy female. Pretty fed up with the mess you were creating, you quickly grab a couple tissues and hold them firmly against your crotch before getting up and paying your wardrobe a quick visit to retrieve some underwear. It took you by surprise that most of them were boy shorts! Even the other pieces were mostly baggy and form concealing. This girl really needed some confidence boost.

You grab the boy shorts and layer the crotch with a few more tissues before pulling them in place. But what are you gonna do now? Stuck in a house you barely recognize with people you don't really know. The voice in your head urges you on to just stay at home, and you couldn't quite figure out if that voice belongs to the girl, or to yourself.