She's Not Quite Himself

I gasped. My father had been in his den with the nurse when all this started. I stood up and rushed over, throwing the door open. I blinked, not believing what I was seeing. On my grandfather's sofa was a woman in her late thirties or early forties with extremely short red hair, wearing strange light blue scrubs made of a thick, dirty cotton-like material. The scrubs were wide open, leaving nothing to the imagination, and on the floor was a pair of bras and panties.

The woman was furiously masturbating, her fingers buried in her pussy while the other hand squeezed her large pair of tits. She was moaning, her face drenched with sweat, but she turned to look at me when I stepped inside. "I'm sorry!" she gasped, stopping what she was doing, blushing and panting. She quickly closed her top and stood up, stumbling towards me. Was she... checking me out?

"I'm..." She chuckled awkwardly, "I don't really know who I am, to be honest." I stared at her, taking in her appearance. I could clearly see some features from both my grandfather and his new nurse, but the result was a woman who would definitely turn heads on the street. She was definitely turning my head...

I took a deep breath, clearly not wanting to let Bobby's horniness lead this conversation. "The Great Merge..." I said, trying to keep my voice calm, "I guess it happened earlier than expected."

Francis/Natalie nodded, walking around me, examining my face. "Lisa? Honey, who... who did you merge with?"

"Bobby..." I replied, a bit ashamed of the answer. It seemed both parts of me weren't happy about the situation.

"Shit, really?" They asked, looking me up and down. They frowned and then suddenly looked back at themselves and blushed. "Sorry," they mumbled, "I don't usually put myself on display like that..."

I waved them off. "It's fine. I guess we both have a lot of shit to figure out."

They nodded, sighing. "It's just... I couldn't really resist it. I mean, I'm so hot, and it's been so long... For half of us, anyway. And being able to walk again..."

"Jesus, Dad, spare me the details," I grumbled, but I just stood there, waiting to hear more as I drank in the sight of my new grandparent's sexy body.

They shrugged. "I guess I felt really weird about touching myself for me... And it just made it even hotter." They grinned, clearly enjoying the memory of their recent masturbation session, their own eyes roaming over their curves again. "I used to be pretty stuck-up about this kind of stuff, you know? But now I feel so liberated!"

"I really don't need to hear that," I mumbled, trying to keep my cool and failing miserably. Part of me was grossed out, but a bigger part of me was almost jealous of the fun they had been having. Of course, Pops would immediately corrupt any mind his own touched...

"Oh?" They said, giving me a knowing grin. "Honey, I'm sure half of you would love to hear all of the details. Right, Bobby?"

I blushed, trying my best to keep my calm facade. "Yeah, well, I'm not just half of me, Pops," I grumbled, crossing my arms under my tits. "So, could you refrain from touching yourself for a bit and help me figure out how to handle all this shit?"

"What's there to figure out, honey?" they asked. "We're stuck like this."

I sighed. "I know that. Just... For fuck's sake! Just stay put, alright?"

"I'll try." they shrugged, smirking and winking at me. "But no promises. I've got another family to check on." With that, they grabbed Natalie's phone and sat back down on the sofa, scrolling through it.