The Ballad of Jack & Jim

“Once, “ Rosa began, “There was a repressed man named Jim who had all sorts of sexual fantasies but no way to act upon them. Even though he wanted to be a normal person, a good and normal son, something made him think about transforming into a woman and getting fucked by his own father. It clawed at his mind like over and over, so he wrote stories about it. He didn't think he would ever act on it, and he hid the stories away in a lock box.

“One day, however, his father Jack wanted to figure out what was wrong with his son, why he wasn't married. That sort of thing. Worried about drugs, he opened a lock box in his sons room and was horrified to find that his son had written stories about him. About them turning into women and having lesbian sex. About getting a girlfriend and then her looking into his eyes and saying 'surprise you fucked your dad and your dick is so good son'.

“He wrote about being turned into a woman as well. He wrote about women he knew, veiled their names thinly, and wrote about turning into them and fucking their dads. He wrote about other, milder sexual fantasies as well, but the theme kept turning up over and over.

“Concerned, Jack looked for a way to help his son. He found a newspaper ad for an institute run by a Doctor Rosales Polla. He knew he couldn't get Jim to go there on his own if he just told him, so he claimed they were going on a road trip to a concert for a band that Jim loved.

“However, when Jack drove to the institute to help his son he took a wrong turn and ended up a this very mansion. Thinking that this was the place they were going to, they went inside and found... nothing.”

Rosa stopped for a moment. “Bite my tits,” she commanded. “Hard.”

You did so and she moaned. “Oh I am such a fucking whore...”

“Yes you are, dad,” said Llora. “But who doesn't love riding a cock? Even your ex there loves to take a hard dick inside him.”

You bit your lip and Rosa moaned.

“There was a small scrap of paper on the floor and Jim picked it up,” Llora said. “I read from it, I mean Jim read from it, and it said 'announced out loud your most fucked up desire'. Well obviously I-- I mean Jim couldn't do that, so he said 'Sometimes I like to wear mommy's clothes'.”

“Then I-- I mean Jack, said 'What are you talking about son,” Rosa added.

“Shh dad, it's my turn to explain, Llora interrupted. “Then I explained to my dad that my biggest desire was wearing moms clothes. But he had read my stories so he told me I wasn't telling the truth. He confronted me and I said that those things were just fantasies. Things to do to pass the time like porn and masturbation. I wouldn't want to actually do those things, and besides he shouldn't have been looking through my stuff anyway.

“Let's never talk about this again, I said,” said Rosa. “And we turned to leave.”

“Problem was the door was locked behind us,” Llora continued. “So we tried to leave through other doors and the windows, but there was no away out. So we had to go up and through. For some reason I reached out and grabbed my father's hand and he asked me if I was hard. I lied and said no, but his touch had aroused me. And at the top of the staircase we entered a room with only female costumes. We thought we would just go through the room but suddenly cold water dumped on us and we needed to change into something warm.”

“I took a cheerleaders costume,” Rosa said, “I don't know why. But slipping on the fishnets and skirt felt right.”

“And I put on spanx and clothes an older woman on the prowl for dick might wear,” Llora said. “It seemed like it would be comfortable. What we didn't know is that the house was beginning to test and transform us.”