The Next Morning

David stared in the mirror and frowned. It was horrible. He wanted to proved that he was a man, that he would be the perfect husband for Erica, but how was he supposed to do that when the only clothes he had were the pink minidress, the bra, and the panties he'd worn the night before. Deep inside a seed of doubt as to whether he'd ever be man enough for the woman he loved.

Not that he hadn't been trying. **** to prove himself, the night before he'd thrown himself into the task at hand. Joe, David's new Daddy, had been very accommodating. Once they'd arrived at Joe and Pam's home, David scurried into the house, holding Joe's hand the entire way up the sidewalk. The taste of Joe's cock was still fresh in David's mouth, despite Pam asking them to stop during the drive over. Cock-taste was something David had ever considered before, and it wasn't entirely pleasant, but David would never let on that he didn't love it. He knew that if he was ever going to prove himself to Erica, and Erica's parents, he would have to gobble that cock like it was the tastiest thing on the planet.

It all made so much sense. He was so happy that The Amazing Alex had been at dinner. How many years would have gone by without David being able to close the deal with Erica, floundering in a relationship that had no hope to grow into a proper, mature relationship, one that would lead to marital bliss for the rest of their lives. No, without The Amazing Alex there to state the obvious to them, to point them in the direction that, after he said it, it was the most obvious thing in the world, David would have screwed it up entirely. Wasn't that just always the case with great ideas? They always seem so obvious after someone has them.

"Can we go upstairs, Daddy?" David had said once Pam opened the front door for the trio, "I want you to coat me in your cum so we can text a picture to Erica."

"Now David, don't be so pushy," Pam said in a motherly tone, "I still need to move my clothes out of the bedroom and into the spare room. And besides, when Joe is ready for you, he'll let you know. You've got some work to do if you're going to seduce him properly."

Of course she was right. David had felt his cheeks flush red at her admonishment, but it was what he was there for. It was important to remember that he wasn't in charge, that Joe was David's target, but he was also his superior. His Daddy. What Joe told him would have to be taken as seriously as a command from on high.

"I'm feeling parched," Joe said, taking the hint from his wife, "Go get me a beer and meet me in the living room."

Pam headed upstairs to relocate her things, while Joe headed straight for the living room. David wasted no time and scurried to the kitchen as quickly as his heels would let him move. He found a cold beer in the fridge, popped the top, and poured in into a pint glass. Then he made his way to Joe's side, placing the beer on the coffee table as Joe sat, engrossed in the hockey game on the television.

"Sit down and keep me company, David," Joe said. It was an order, but it came off as invitational.

Either way, David complied. Tucking his legs underneath him, he sat on the couch, laying his head on Daddy's shoulder, placing one hand on Daddy's upper thigh. Joe murmured his approval, took a drink from his beer, then returned his attention to the game.

Not that he ever got to finish watching the game.

The thing was, David's fingers were too curious. As Joe continued to watch, David wondered if a proper woman in that situation would let Joe watch undistracted, or if she would try to pick things up where they had left it in the car. And so, David's fingers slowly crept up Joe's thigh, to his inner thigh, to the sizable bulge hidden in the older man's slacks.

"Mmmmmmm," Joe said, eyes closed, head leaning back.

David took that to mean that he was doing a good job. With his other hand, he released the button on Joe's fly, then slowly slid the zipper down. There it was, hidden just inside Joe's boxershorts was the cock that David had been sucking. He ran his fingers up and down the length of the shaft, enjoying the heat it was generating. Then he got an idea.

David sat up and swung his leg over Daddy's until he was straddling his girlfriend's father's lap. Just like he had at Erica's place, David leaned in and pressed his lips against Joe's. This was his life, his purpose. He was to please this man like a woman, like the perfect woman, in any way that Daddy wanted it. And as they kissed, David slid his curious fingers into Joe's boxershorts, grabbed hold of the man's erection, and pleased him.

He pleased him and pleased him and pleased him.

David pleased his future father-in-law until David's own hand was covered, coated, in the older man's cum.

And then he smiled.

There was no cum-covered selfie for Erica that night. David had instead licked the cum off his fingers, trying proving to Joe that he would be a good husband for his daughter. He had hoped it would be enough, that Joe would be pleased, and in the moment he seemed to be. But later, when they were in bed together, David had seen the look of disappointment on Joe's face when he saw him naked, saw the lack of curves in David's body, saw how limited his wardrobe was. Yes, they'd had a nice evening, but David had so far to go.

And so, staring in the mirror, David fought off despair. He was a stubborn man, and he wouldn't be giving up so soon. Clothes could be bought. Hormones could be taken. Surgery could be ordered. Everything was possible when you tried. Besides, he wasn't in this alone. He had Pam and his Daddy to help him along. Maybe if David was extra good, one of them would take him shopping. Pam would probably be best, as she would know what Joe liked, but secretly David hoped it would be Joe who would take him. He kind of liked the look on the man's face when he finally came. David wondered if he'd be able to do that again, maybe in the change room of a store, maybe in the car on the way there.

Honestly, where ever Joe wanted it, David would give it. He was a good man, and would be the best partner for Erica, he just needed to prove it.