Tell him if he doesn't like it, he can suck your dick.

You are tired of hiding, tired of living a lie. You can't keep running from yourself, especially now that you finally like being you. You smile serenely and pull yourself off Wanda's cock before giving her a long, loving kiss. You feel her cum slide out of your well fucked ass and down your legs and you feel perversely proud. There's nothing disgusting about it, nothing disgusting about you or your desires. You scoop a handful of Becca's bimboi baby batter up and slurp it up, smiling and say, "If my dad didn't want me to end up a bimboi, he shouldn't have hired you. If he has a problem with that, he can suck my dick."

Wanda does a double take as if she can't believe the bashful boi she babysat just blossomed into such a strong, self assured stunner. She takes another long look at you and then wraps an arm around you, promising, "Hell, if he has a problem with having an awesome daughter like you, he can suck MY dick." You laugh and fall back onto the couch giggling like schoolgirls and snuggling close together. You lay your head on her shoulder and feel the strange weightlessness. It's like the ground has fallen out from under you. You stand to lose your home, your family, and any stability and safety you enjoyed, but you can't stop smiling. Sure, the world you know is gone forever and you're thousands of miles above the earth with no idea how to get back down, but that doesn't matter when you know how to fly.

"Don't worry, Amy. Daddies are a dime a dozen, and yours isn't even in my top 100. I can let you crash with me until you get on your feet and if you want, I know you'd be a hit at Bimbabysitters Club. You'd have all the daddies you could ever dream of, and more than a few mommies." Wanda reassures you best as she can, but you aren't so sure you want a new daddy just yet. Then again, you aren't so sure you want the old one. He's always been closed off and controlling, and as far as you're concerned, this is his last chance to be your dad, and it's not your responsibility to prove yourself worthy to be his child.

You spend the rest of the night talking with Wanda about your new body, learning about it's miraculous healing abilities as well as the insane elasticity of your reshaped holes. You wish you could learn with a more 'show, don't tell' approach, but you don't want to break the news to your father by having him walk in on you getting fucked by the slutty sitter. Well, that's not entirely true, you very much WANT to ride her rigid rod reverse cowgirl and flip daddy double bird when he comes back home, but you decide it will be more productive to take a less confrontational approach.

You are a little surprised how calm you are. The CDC makes it sound like bimbois can't go five minutes without getting fucked, and here you are sitting next to a pierced princess and having a normal conversation. When you ask Wanda about it, she opines, "In my experience it's only the conflicted cuties that end up sex crazy. Well that and the ones that are just looking for an excuse to be a brainless bimboi bitch. If you know who you are, and what you want, you can easily control the cravings until it's time to party. For example, I cannot wait to show you how good it feels to get double stuffed and filled with extra creme just like an Oreo, but I also know it will be more fun without unfinished business hanging over your head."

You smile up at Wanda and your eyes lock in a longing stare. It's like they are pulling your lips closer...closer..."What in the world?! {First 4}?! What has she done to you?" Your father interrupts your magic moment with Wanda. You are so startled by his sudden appearance that your well scripted speech dies on your lips. You feel like a little kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar. Your first instinct is to apologize, lie, blame your babysitter...anything to get out of trouble. Then, you feel Becca's hand squeeze yours softly and you look back in her eyes and find the strength you need to respond.

"It's not Aaron, it's Amy, dad! And Wanda didn't do anything to me! I **** her to infect me. I chose this. I...AM...this. You have been telling me for years to stop hiding in my room and to face the world. Well, the only thing I was hiding from was myself. Myself...and you, dad. Now that I can finally accept who I really am, now that I can embrace myself, even love myself, now I'm not afraid anymore. I love you, dad. I really, really do, but if you don't love me as I am, then you can suck my dick." You watch your father's jaw drop in slack surprise. You are proud of yourself for being able to hold in the tears, but you still can't read your father's face to guess what his reaction will be. The important thing is that you spoke your truth. You have Wanda to back you up, and if you dad kicks you to the curb, you can think of worse places to crash than in her adoring arms.

After what feels like an eternity, you see your dad forming a response. It looks like he is trying to work a live hand grenade out of his throat, and his expression could be anything from anguish to anger.