Sins of the Father, by RachelDaws

“Marcie, after three years of wading through the most horrific filth imaginable, it is very rare for me to still be disgusted by the verbal vomit these virgin loser nerds are putting to paper.”

“That was rather poetic of you, Gina.”

“But this! This is vile!”

“It appears to be a **** father son crossdressing/**** story, huh.”

“This story has fifteen tags and I hate TWELVE of them!”

“One for me. That father/son thing is admittedly a bit of a turn off.”

“A bit? This seriously has a high chance of being the single most wretched story we ever covered!”

“Alright, alright, Gina. Enough with the superlatives. Surely, it will no be that bad. It is time for us to read Sins of the Father, by RachelDaws.”

READING IN PROGRESS (BGM)

Deedee’s soft voice slipped past her crimson painted lips as she looked over her outfit in the large mirror of her dressing room. Her raven black hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail. The dark smokey eye makeup and bright crimson lipstick were certainly overkill for a day at the office, but that was what Miss Jameson wanted. Stepping back, her eyes went over her reflection one last time. The white mini dress was too short and showed too much cleavage for work, but the double breasted blazer style gave it a business look that also showed off the hourglass shape of her frame. Of course the white satin corset under the dress certainly helped bring in her waist, as well as show a hint of satin between the lapels at her neckline. Not that her surgically enhanced body needed much help being displayed in such a short form fitting dress. The 120mm classic black So Kate Louboutin heels finished off the look perfectly. Deedee was certain Miss Jameson would approve of her look. The vision staring back at her screamed secretary but whispered slut loud enough to be heard in a crowded room.

“Oh fuck, the writing is not shit!”

“Is that not a good thing, Gina?”

“No, because it means the author should know better then to write such trash!”

“Hmm...so this is about a father Deedee, who got blackmailed by his secretary into crossdressing. That is your generic feminisation story right here, but the author decided to put a twist on it by making it about the father son dynamic instead.”

“Marcie, don’t tell me you are into this.”

“Let us say, I am intrigued.”

“Oh, fuck me.”

“That’s the best joke of all Dad, I dropped out. So all this shit you are doing is fucking pointless. Then again, I’m not sure some sissy gets to question my actions. Tell you what, why don’t you scurry off to work and make sure to bring some pizza home. Unless of course your lessons in being someone’s bitch included you learning how to cook for once?”

“Laying it on a bit thick there. We are supposed to sympathize with the father but the way the story goes about it is by making the son a scumbag. It is a classic writer’s trick and I am not a fan.”

“Alright, so since son is a douchebag the father decides that the only rational course forward is turning him into his sissy trophy wife.”

“One thing you can certainly not fault this story for is it’s pacing. This is only chapter four and already Dad has put a chastity cage on his own son and molests him in his sleep by making him suck his penis.”

“Urp…”

“Gina, I told you many times already, if you need to vomit do it offstage.”

“I was holding out against all hope that maybe this story might not have ****!”

“It did not say so in the tags, which is a rather weird omission. I suppose it depends on your definition of ****.”

“I am not looking up the definition of fucking **** Marcie. Why the fuck are we covering this dumpster fire and not Rina?”

“Well, I pitched Rina the idea and she was worried this story might be a bad influence on Ben.”

“Good to know even Rina has her limits!”

Realizing just how fucked he was, Trent fell back onto the be and screamed expletives into the air. As the anger fled his system, the Valium began to pump into it more. The frustration boiled over, but where before anger had been his major mode of expression, now came something different. Slowly, tears built up behind his eyes and began to leak out the sides. “I don’t want this. I’m not a freak.” The words were whispered into the air as the boy laid there with leggings pulled up to his thighs and a pink cock cage nestled between his thighs.

The sight of her son crying almost made Deedee reconsider her plan. It was in every parent’s DNA to try to stop their child from crying, to stop anything that would cause their child that sort of emotion. Just as she was about to step forward and end all of this, she registered what he had said. Suddenly, the part of her that still felt like his parent snapped and shattered into a thousand pieces. Derek had been his father. Deedee was not. Deedee was also not a freak, sure her life wasn’t what most people would call normal. But that was stupid, no one was normal. Deedee loved who she was becoming, and she hated the ignorance and hatred that came from that simple statement. “Shut up Trent. I told you I would help you fix the problems that you created. I’m tired of your whining and yelling. Now, put my clothes on and let’s go. I’m not going to miss my appointment at the salon just because you want to sit here and throw a childish tantrum after I gave you everything you asked for last night.” Tossing the little frilling ankle socks that she still had from a night of roleplay with one of her work customers on his chest she stalked out of the room. “I’ll find you some shoes, cause it looks like you threw those out too!”

“…”

“Marcie?”

“This individual caged, **** and **** his own son, then gaslight him into believing this was his own doing and now that his son finally has a mental breakdown he takes issues that he used offensive words?”

“It’s pretty fucked up.”

“That does not even come close to encapsulate it, Gina. This is monstrous.”

“Whoop deedee fucking doo, who would have fucking guessed a story about a father turning his son into his personal blow up doll would be degenerate?"

“It is the sheer entitlement that is getting to me, Gina. The excuse behind all of this is that it is done to fix Trent. And from the little glimpses of male Trent we get, I agree. Trent needs fixing. But this is not about Trent. This is about Deedee and satisfying her perverse urges.”

“Ya done, Marcie? Because we have a lot of chapters to get through.”

“...I know, let us read on.”

“Alright. After Deedee made sure her son is properly mentally destroyed, the two head out to a salon, were Trent gets an **** make over. Fake breasts and all.”

“...”

“Of course they do this by once again drugging Trent and after he wakes up the threaten him with calling the cops on him if he doesn’t play ball. Like holy fuck is everyone in this town a total psychopath?”

“You know, Gina. I love feminisation.”

“Yes, Marcie. I know.”

“The chapters in the salon were pretty erotic. Soft domination is rather underrated.”

“Well, good for you. I like domination, I don’t like dicks so the whole thing did nothing for me!”

"hmhm.."

“So, they go on a date. Trent is **** to play and act the loving girlfriend while his Dad gropes and molests him. He then gets an anal plug shoved into his ass!”

“…”

“Trent? More like get bent!”

“…”

“For fuck’s sake, Marcie! This isn’t the Gina Reads trash alone because her partner spaces out show!”

“Ah yes, s-sorry. It is all just a bit much. But I can handle it. This is nothing we have not seen before. “

“uhu...so anyways...”

The smile on Deedee’s face slipped away slowly as the hissy fit of her son turned girlfriend began to gather steam. It was clear that Trent was apologizing for Deedee’s feelings, not for his actions. “I’m glad you are sorry, although I think you are more sorry that you are being punished than anything else. As for quote unquote, fully getting it?” The finger quotes in the air that accompanied that statement were full of derision as she continued on. “You really don’t. You think that a few hours of embarrassment, some casual flirting, and a bit of foot pain are all I went through? Do you truly think that the few hours you have been doing this somehow equates to the year of horrors that I endured?”

“EXCUSE ME?”

“Marcie…”

“SOME CASUAL FLIRTING? A FEW HOURS OF EMBARRASSMENT? YOU SEXUALLY ASSAULTED YOUR OWN SON, YOU ABOMINABLE MONSTER! AND NOW YOU ARE TRYING TO GUILT TRIP HIM? HOW DARE YOU!"

“Woah, this is really getting to you, huh?”

*Marcie screams into her special edition Star Wars pillow, featuring Asohka Tano*

“Do you need a hug?”

“...m-my apologies, Gina. That was uncalled for."

“Nah, don’t worry. Seeing you lose your shit is always fucking hilarious!”

“*ehem* Well...on the slightly less horrific side, Jessica taking Trent shopping was pretty nice. We are getting some even more casual domination and Trent is starting to enjoy himself.”

“Ok, that is some bullshit!”

“By all means, Gina.”

“This is the second fucking day! You are telling me this sissy fucker is already into this shit by day two?”

“hmm...how long did it take with Cutie? I think I got him into panties within 24 hours?”

“That doesn’t count Marcie, I prepared him for months before you got your claws on him!”

“Alright, alright, Trent’s feminisation so far all takes place over the span of two days and yes, things move absurdly fast for that duration. Deedee even has her first crisis of faith during that period. Is she maybe the bad dad in all of this?”

“I mean, look Marcie, I fucking hate that I have to defend this trash, but isn’t that a good thing?”

“To a certain degree it is. I think the author himself realizes that what he has so far produces is really screwed up and so he course corrects. I will give the author credit here. I do buy Deedee’s remorse.”

“But knowing you, that isn’t the end of it.”

“Oh we get to that, Gina.”

As the party at the table picked up their menus and began to read through it, a deep rich voice caught their attention. “Now, what did I do to win this particular lottery?” Trent looked up to see Jessica almost salivating as she openly stared at their server. The tall black man had an easy smile. “Hello ladies, my name is Tony and I’m here to service you this evening.”

“Remember the last trans story we read with a guy named Tony, Marcie?”

“I do. Weird that it happened twice. Also fuck Tony."

"Which one?"

"Both! But especially Tony!"

“No honey, my pussy is in the back like yours.” The blonde giggled. “Didn’t you know I was the employee Rachel was talking about.”

“Oh, fuck off! I like Jessica! Why does she have to have a dick!”

“Also you can not refer to your anus as a vagina. That is just anatomically incorrect.”

“Shut up, Marcie.”

Seeing your child tear up and beg you to stop doing something must feel like you are tearing yourself apart. Seeing the real hurt in his eyes at his perceived betrayal by you? I cannot imagine how difficult that must be.”

Deedee gasped as Rachel put into words the feelings that she had been trying to pin down. The guilt had been building up inside of her as her actions slowly drove Trent farther and farther down the path she had laid out. Hearing her feelings affirmed lifted a weight off her shoulders that she hadn’t realized was there. In her mind it should have been simple to do what she knew was successful and had been accomplished previously. Truthfully, while Miss Jameson had set the path in motion, it was Jessica and Rachel’s relationship that she truly wanted to emulate. Draining the remainder of her wine, Deedee reached out and stole Tiffany’s glass. “So what do I do? I love him, and truthfully, I think I love her as well. Which is really confusing.”

“Well, first, you need to stop thinking of them as different people. If you accomplish your goal, it will not be a combination of Tiffany and Trent, it will just be Tiffany.” Deedee nodded. She knew that she needed to stop thinking of Trent as her son, she just kept failing at it. Rachel laughed at the absurdity of her own statement. “This is simple, but not easy. It will come in time, especially once your relationship passes into a more sexual nature.”

“Fuck, that’s creepy.”

“Pardon the excerpt spam, but I feel it is needed to get the point across. To recap, Deedee is grappling with her decision, because that was what any sane person would. But this is still a porn story and we can’t have Deedee stop doing what she is doing. Thus, the author employs another writing trick I am not particularly fond off: the enabler.”

“Don ‘t you mean the multinabler?”

“Err, what?”

“There are what? Five bitches that know what Deedee is doing to her son and are perfectly fine with it? They need to stop multinable Deedee!"

"That is not how it works, Gina."

"My words exactly! Alright, Marcie, we have caught up with the most recent chapter. Now rip it to shreds so we can end this shitshow!"

“Unfortunately, I can’t Gina.”

“WHAT!”

“As much as the subject matter repulses me, the writing is good, sometimes even great. The numerous humiliations inflicted on Trent were varied and enjoyable.”

“Not sure what’s so enjoyable about small dicks and high heels.”

“Oh, right, we didn’t even talk about the high heels, huh?”

“What’s there to talk about, Marcie? This fucker is obsessed with high heels! Which is probably the least disgusting of his fetishes, but still!”

“I actually didn’t mind the focus on them. Using high heels as both a display of dominance and submission provides an interesting dichotomy”.

“Yeah sure, vasectomy, whatever.”

“In short, if this was a regular feminisation story without the **** I would rate it fairly highly.”

“Well too bad, Marcie, because it fucking isn’t!”

“Point taken. We have read a bunch of **** stories before. Many of them featured ****. And many non consensual.”

“Too many.”

“We even had a similar father child situation like here with Hvast’s Lara Croft story.”

“Oh, I repressed that one.”

“So, why does this one feel worse?”

“Because Titmouse is a fucking pussy! Suck it, titmouse, your Lara Croft time travel fucking your own granddaughter story is weak! You bitch! It didn’t even involve ****!”

“Gina…”

“...sorry.”

“As a fair and impartial reviewer, I want to give this one the benefit of the doubt. Would I feel just as disgusted with it if the parent was biologically female or is this just my bigoted way of thinking?”

“Marcie, please let me be your onabler and say, no! Fuck this shit and fuck it hard!”

“I think in the end, it all comes down to the framing. You can write about the most heinous sex crimes imaginable as long as you do not try to justify them. But this story wants to have it’s cake and eat it too and I am sorry to say it just does not work:”

“Thanks for ruining cake for me, Marcie!”

“That was just a metaphor, Gina.”

“Yeah yeah, we done?”

“Almost, just one more question, because I’m curious, were would you rate Deedee on your scumbag protagonist rating?”

“N/A”

“Huh?”

“That list is male only, Marcie.”

“Huh, how very progressive of you.”

"The only thing progressing is my foot up your ass if you don't shut up!"