He should be bimbofied as well (Bi/TF)

As you sit on his couch, his housewife-turned-bimbo kneeling between your legs, it's clear what you want from Peter.

"I really like what you've done with your wife... Have you considered having some work done yourself?"

Peter raises an eyebrow. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"Well, let me put it this way: I think we can agree that my sexual needs are the most important thing in the world, right?" You have no idea if this will work, but you try your best to act confident.

"Of course," he replies with a nod.

"So it follows that you should do everything possible to accommodate me. Y'know, to make sure I'm fully satisfied when I come here."

"Right, that's why we had April, um... Changed."

"Which is more than great," you continue, wiping your sticky cockhead against her lips. "But I want more. I want another bimbo in this family, and I think it should be you."

Peter leans back in his armchair, and you see the realization dawning on his face. "I... You want me to be like her?"

"Well, maybe not exactly like her, but... Actually, yes, pretty much exactly. I can't think of anything hotter."

He looks his wife up and down. "...Will I need to get a sex change?"

"We can leave the dick if you want," you reply with a shrug. "How else am I gonna tell you two apart?"

"Okay... Okay. I guess it's gotta be done," Peter says matter-of-factly. "When--"

"As soon as possible," you grunt as April takes you back into her mouth. "I want my goddamn harem."

You hear someone clear their throat beside you, and turn to see Michael looking a little uncomfortable; tor a moment you'd forgotten he was there!

"Uh, buddy, that's my family you're talking about," he says sheepishly.

"Yep. Your family's my harem now," you chuckle, slapping him on the back even as you begin thrusting between his mother's lips. "Any questions?"

"Yeah, actually. What about me?_ _Where do I fit in here?"