The next evening

The morning after that night had been... weird. Without **** flowing through your veins, both you and your father had suddenly found yourself very quiet and embarrassed. Even if you were still Julie, what had happened between you two was difficult to talk about, difficult to even think about, at first.

But as evening approachs, you began to realize that what you had felt was not all been ****. Whenever your dad walks into the room, you feel a quickening in your chest. You find yourself yearning for his touch, hoping that he'll go back to the dominant mindspace he was in yesterday. And then, he calls you into the living room.

"Listen, Julie, we need to talk about what happened. What our way forward will be from this. I've thought through it long and hard, and I've made a decision."

"We obviously can't go back to being father and son. If you were to change back, you'd have to move out. But... I doubt you have much choice in that. That pill I gave you yesterday wasn't exactly standard issue X-Change. It was an experimental version, meant to increase fertility and arousal, and to purge any genetic incompatabilities between the user and her sex partner. It's worked through your system, edited your DNA from the moment I first came in you. You're no longer technically my son. Or, well, my daughter. You're a young woman perfectly suited to have my children. One of which is likely already starting to grow inside you."

You start to tear up as he tells you what he's done. There is no going back to your old self. It feels... it actually feels like a relief.

He moves closer, puts his arm around you, hugs you tight again. "And, apart from all that, I've also... I've also developed feelings for you. Feelings that aren't fitting for a father-son relationship. Very strong feelings."

You manage to interrupt him. Gazing into his eyes, your vision half obscured by your tears, you draw him closer to you, and your lips meet in a tender kiss. "I love you, to, Da... Henry," you whisper as the kiss is broken. "I'm yours to do with as you wish. I've been thinking, too, and I want that strong, dominant man I saw yesterday. I want to be his wife. I want to be his little slut."

Wordlessly, Henry nods, and as he reposition himself, he presses your face down towards his crotch. You lick your lips in anticipation at getting to taste your Daddys cock for the very first time, as you work to undo his trousers.