The Man of the House

I try to put the absurdity I just experienced out of my mind and focus on preparing myself for this conversation. Knowing my parents, it's probably not going to be pretty. They won't physically hurt me or anything, but if there's some potential for them to leave a few emotional scars, they're certainly going to try. Fortunately, I've built up pretty think skin over the years, so maybe it won't be too bad.

I head down the hall and begin descending the stairs. With each step, I feel the tension in my body grow even more, until it feels like every muscle in my body is about to lock up. And once I reach the bottom step, that's when I look up and see him.

Alan Evans. My father. While my mother Melinda might have a towering presence, my dad literally towers over most people. Technically he only has a few inches on me, but the way he confidently stands always makes the difference seem so much greater than that.

You'd think that since my mom is so domineering, my dad might be easier to deal with, but no. They're both equally as harsh. You're dealing with your classic high school football player and his mean-girl girlfriend. Talk about putting the "power" in "power couple." I would hate to have gone to that school.

In addition to be tall and strong, my dad is also pretty successful, working a decently cushy business job as a manager for some kind of manufacturing company. Now, why he couldn't have thrown me a bone and tried to at get me a job there rather than the crappy insurance agency I work at, I'll never know. He probably just doesn't like the idea of giving me a "handout" or whatever. Not that I think working at his company would be fantastic or anything, but maybe it wouldn't be quite the dead-end that my current position is.

"Your mother told me that you're still not any closer to a better job. That's unacceptable. What the hell is wrong with you?" He asks me in a stern tone.

"It's not a big deal, Dad. Plenty of people keep the same job for over a year," I try to explain.

"Maybe a nice, high-paying job, sure. But not a shitty entry level job like the one you have. You need to walk into the office of that boss of yours and demand a raise," my dad says with confidence. I notice my mom standing behind him nodding in agreement.

"That's not how it works."

"'That's not how it works,' my ass. You're just too much of a sissy to do it. If you want something in life, you have to take it. You're a man. Act like one!"

Oh brother. Here we go again with the whole "be a man" routine. I can't believe there are people out there who still think like this. I have no clue why my mother doesn't seem to have an issue with him saying that kind of stuff despite how headstrong she is otherwise.

"I'm doing everything I can, but-" I start.

"No 'buts!'" He quickly cuts me off. God, I hate when people say that. "If you were really doing everything you could, you wouldn't still be here. You'd be off doing something with your life. And yet here you are, still mooching off of us with no ambition."

Hearing that instantly causes my blood to heat up.

"Mooching?! You're charging me rent!" I raise my voice.

"And clearly that's not enough for you to learn responsibility. If you don't get your act together, we're gonna kick you out!"

I have to physically bite my tongue to stop myself from saying something I'll regret.

"Your father is right," my mom adds. "We've been more than patient. You need to shape up."

"I swear, I'm glad we only had one kid. I don't know if I could handle going through all this more than once," my dad grumbles just barely loud enough for me to here.

And there it is. The thing my dad always loves to bring up. According to him, the reason I'm an only child is because I'm such a disappointment that he couldn't bare the thought of having to deal with another one of me. As if I'm some great inconvenience to him. No matter how many times I hear him say it, that doesn't make it hurt less each time.

I stare down at the ground for a moment before not being able to stand it anymore. Without a word, I turn around and walk back towards the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asks.

"To my room," I answer without even turning back to look at him.

"Don't you walk away from me. I wasn't done talking to you," he scolds.

"I don't care."

"Excuse you?! I'm your father! You can't speak to me that way!"

I glance over my shoulder as I take my first step up the stairs.

"Weren't you the one who said that if I wanted something, I should just take it? Well, I want to go to my room, so that's what I'm going to do."

I can feel the anger radiating off of him as he grits his teeth and balls up his fists. I know how much he hates it when I use his words against him like that, but if he really didn't want me to do it, he should consider what he says more carefully when giving me a lecture.

I head up the stairs knowing full well I won't be able to go back for the rest of the day. That would be a **** sentence. I never did get more than a small snack to eat, but oh well. It's not like this is the first time I've gone without dinner. I'll survive.

I head back to my room and walk in without even thinking. As soon as I do, I'm quickly caught off guard by what I see inside.

Not only is this Luck lady still here, but now she's forgone any small sense of decency she had by pulling her top down to reveal her... uh... rather large breasts. As soon as I realize the position she's in, I shift my eyes away as I feel my face warm up considerable.

"I see you're still here..." I mutter.

"Yep!" She exclaims happily.

"And now you're... um... topless..."

"You don't have to be so shy about it. I wouldn't be showing off if I minded you looking," she says with a soft chuckle.

"I'd rather not," I say before pausing. She doesn't move, so I look back, quickly putting my hand in front of my face to cover her lower half. Or I guess lower 3/4th would be more accurate. "Can you please cover yourself up?"

"I'd rather not," she parrots. "I don't understand what you humans get out of covering up all the time. I mean, what's the point of life if you don't get to some titty every now and then."

"Um... Luck?" I ask before she starts going down whatever nudity rabbit hole she's in the process of opening up.

"Yeah?"

"What are you still doing here? I thought I told you to leave."

"Oh, right. Well, I thought about what you said about not wanting any of my fun inventions - which I still don't fully get the thought process behind, by the way - so I decided I would do something extra special just for you. Get excited because I'm going to provide my personal assistance to you!" She cheers while striking an exaggerated pose.

For a solid minute, I just stare at Luck in stunned silence as she waits for my response.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I really hope I feel asleep at the wheel on my way home and this is all just some crazy dream," I finally say as I pinch the bridge of my nose with my off hand.

"Aw, that would make me the girl of your dreams! That's so sweet!" Luck smiles.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it. And I already said I don't want your help. What makes you think that this is any better?"

"Well, this will give the whole experience a more personal touch! You'll be able to give me feedback in real time. Plus, I have been wanting to be a little more involved in one of these stories. Get a little action myself, you know? Doing it this way will be like feeding two bird with one scone!"

"That's not the saying," I tell her.

"I know, but who wants to kill innocent birds?" She remarks, which I suppose is a fair enough question. After another moment of awkward silence, Luck notices that I'm still blocking the view of her body with my hand. "Are you really that bothered by me looking like this? Being a prude is only going to make things more difficult. We'll have to work on that, but for now, I suppose I can take on a different form if it really means that much to you."

Before I have a chance to ask what she's talking about, Luck snaps her fingers, and in a puff of smoke, the tanned woman in front of me vanishes. In her place is an old woman with salt and pepper hair wearing an elegant dress (which thankfully covers her entire body). The old woman looks at me and smile when she sees my reaction.

"What do you think? I feel like it gives a nice air of mystery. A fun look when I'm going for that elderly sage vibe," the woman says in a slightly different voice, but one I still distinctly recognize as Luck. I honestly have no idea how to respond to what I'm seeing. First she teleports around the room, and now she's shapeshifting. After noticing my face, Luck raises an eyebrow. "What? Not into GILFs? Fine. Let's try something else."

With another snap of her fingers and another puff of smoke, the old lady version of Luck is gone, and in her place is a young girl with blonde hair. She has a school uniform on and a backpack slung over her shoulders. If I had to guess she looks maybe 7 or 8.

"How about this? Kind of gives me a cute and innocent look, which could be fun," she giggles.

"This... this is so weird..." is all I can manage to spit out.

"Yeah, given the kind of story this is, this one might not be the best idea," she notes as she looks herself up and down. "Oh! I know!"

Something about what she just said felt weird to me, but before I have a chance to bring it up, she snaps her fingers once more. This time when the smoke clears, she's still a blonde girl in a school uniform, but this time she looks about college age and her outfit is a lot more... revealing.

"That's better. Wouldn't want to do anything that would get us in trouble, now would we? Although, I can still call you 'Daddy' if you want," she says with a wink.

"What? No! I don't understand what you're talking about. Get in trouble with who? And why do you keep using the word 'story?'" I ask as I try to keep up with her.

"Don't worry about it. You'll probably just hurt yourself if you try to think about it too much," Luck replies. "You know, I don't think any of these options quite got the response I was hoping for. Let's just keep things simple and go back to what how it was at the beginning."

With one last snap, Luck transforms back to the well-endowed tanned woman she was before. Only this time, she isn't wearing any clothes, forcing me once again to look away.

"Uh... weren't you a little more covered at the beginning?" I ask.

"Yeah, but I feel more in my element like this. Besides, I need to get you used to this for what I have planned," Luck explains in a somewhat foreboding tone. "So, are you finally ready to accept my help?"

Clearly I don't have a choice here. No matter how much I try to refuse her, it seems like she's made up her mind. And it's not like I can really stop her. She's obviously got all sorts of crazy powers. Not to mention that with everything that's happened, I just want today to end, and the fastest way to do that is to agree to whatever she wants. Hopefully by the time I wake up, this deranged nightmare will be over.

"Alright, fine. If you really want to make my life better so badly, you can. Go nuts. Just please get your bare butt out of my room so I can finally get some sleep," I tell her.

"YES! You won't regret this, Kyle! I promise you're gonna have a blast with what I have in store! In fact, I already have some ideas, so I'll get started right away!" Luck shouts joyfully as she jumps around the room, causing her giant breasts to bounce around in a very distracting manner.

I'm about to tell her to stop and leave, but she abruptly disappears before I can. Oh boy. Something tells me I may have just made a mistake. But it doesn't matter. I'm just so exhausted. Without even bothering to change my clothes, I collapse onto my bed. The second my head hits my pillow, I begin losing consciousness. With any... er... luck, this will all be over in the morning...