Secret of the Pills

What else could I do? Daddy insisted. He was my queen, after all... and he was getting a little too excited. I leaned forward and grabbed him by the hips, pulling him closer so that our dicks rubbed together. His... her... pussy was already wet from the panties and bra on.

Wait, what? How did he have a dick and a cunt? It was changing back and forth.

"Dad, do you have a vagina?" I asked.

"Is that what you want?" he asked me. "Because I can have whatever you want."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean when I take the pill to work at the club, I turn into whatever the client wants. But I had no clients tonight, so I'm home and it hasn't worn off."

"Does that mean that you'll?"

"Yes, turn into anything you want me to be, son," my dad said.

And then, just like before, I felt my cock growing. It grew big and hard, pressing against his pussy. My hands gripped the back of his thighs, and we both moaned.

"Why am I so into this?" I wondered. This wasn't normal. Not even close.

"That's because you're an incest fetishist," my dad told me. "Don't worry, I'm your dad. I can't get pregnant, I think. So it's okay. Just tell me what you want me to be..."