Time skip: one year later...

You wake up in the master bedroom of Mike's house. Of course, the spacious suburban home doesn't actually belong to your buddy... And it's not really his dad's anymore, either.

Speaking of Michael and Peter, they're both in the room with you.

Mike's voluptuous new body is curled up beside you. He looks quite a bit like his mother now: platinum blonde with long hair, legs, and eyelashes, topped off by a set of fake tits (well over the required D-cup) bulging from his thin-waisted body. April's body was one hell of a template, and for the most part you didn't stray far from it.

The differences are mostly relegated to your buddy's lower half. His ass is even bigger and rounder than April's, its wide curve clearly visible through the silk sheets. Rather than having a harem of identical bimbos, you decided that each should have their own special feature... For Mike, you settled on a booty that would make Nicki Minaj envious.

The other thing separating Mike from April is his cock. In fact, you can see his respectably-sized morning wood poking into the covers right now. Those six inches of flesh are the only reason you still call your friend by his male name and pronouns... Well, that combined with some nostalgia and the incredibly-taboo kick you get out of it.

Looking up from Mike's perfect sorta-female form, you see his father Peter on the opposite end of the bedroom, poking around in the closet. Like Michael, he bears a strong resemblance to April, sharing most of his wife's features. Also like his son, his member is still hanging between his pretty new thighs. It's a bit longer and much thicker than Michael's, though, a fact that ticks your friend off now that he sees it on a regular basis.

Peter's unique quirk is his lips: while his wife and sons both sport a set of pornstar-plump DSLs, his are even thicker. They're designed to give an accurate first impression to anyone who sees the middle-aged business-"man," and that impression is "I'm here to suck, not talk."

Right now, he's getting dressed for work. As you watch silently, he shimmies his hips into a black miniskirt. It's a daring number, with slits up the sides and a hemline just below his ass cheeks. Still, it's relatively conservative compared to the rest of his wardrobe; you always go shopping with your "girls," and you make sure to do it when you're feeling particularly horny.

Speaking of horny, you feel your cock stir as Peter continues looking for a top to wear.