Check yourself out first

Standing in front of the full-length mirror you admire your ample rump, bouncing on your heels to watch it jiggle. Bending forward and giving it a playful spank. You've always secretly liked your mom's ass much more than the skinny butts of girls closer to your own age. It's not fat exactly, not for a woman in her forties, and you know she works hard to keep it that way but there is fullness to it, a certain womanly softness you can't resist.

Of course, the sight of your still male upper body above the waist of the pants rather spoils the view in your opinion. Not to mention your large hairy right foot still attached to your shapely right leg. Still, there's a quick fix for that. An ankle-length sock makes sure both feet are soon equally dainty. Then, you grab a high-necked sweater and are about to pull it on when a familiar sound makes your blood run cold.

Looking out the window you see your dad's car pulling into the drive.

"Shit!" you curse as he climbs out and starts walking toward the house "What's he doing here? He's supposed to be playing golf with his boss. He shouldn't be back for hours!"

You think fast. Should you change back now and risk being caught in your parent's room? Or you could make a dash for the relative privacy of your own room to change there, risking him spotting you in the hall.