Visit my Parants

I decide against canceling my plans for the day. After all, it would also be very rude to cancel a visit to my parents maybe I can make their marriage a little more interesting. I got out of bed, had some breakfast and then started to get dressed.

I grabbed one of the many pink panties and put it on. To my amazement I even found a pair of pants in my closet but they were no less extravagant than the rest of the clothes. The pants are striped in two pink tones and reminiscent of a balloon pants. The pants reach to just above the knee. On the sides of the pants are a few bells attached for decoration. Now I just need a matching top. However, this is also quickly found. It is a purple corset with a short plush skirt that fits perfectly to the puffy pants. The corset unfortunately gives a much too deep a look at my big tits which is why I wear a bolero jacket with huge shoulder pads and long sleeves to cover them. Quickly I do my hair and put a floppy hat with roses and other flowers as ornaments on.

My parents live not far from me only about 15 minutes by train. By my rules, the trip flies by because I always have something to see. Either women with huge breasts or men in charming dresses.

From the stop I have to walk only 5 minutes and I'm already at the house of my parents. I ring the bell at their door and shortly thereafter the door is opened. My dad stood in the doorway I almost did not recognize him. From the old always a little grumpy looking, but always friendly man has become a real beauty.

Just like me, my dad also has blond hair. He has braided it into pigtails that reach almost to his hips and are held together with two pink bows. The once wrinkled face has become that of a young woman with dark eyes, beautiful lips and the still existing birthmark under his eye. Which was the only reason I recognized him.

Dad is wearing what in this world is probably the equivalent of sweatpants, hotpants made of pink teddy fur and a kind of belly free workout jacket made of the same material. The zipper is still half open which allows me a deep insight into his decollete. his breasts though are not es big as mine maybe a b cup.

"Hello my boy are you already grown again. Every time i see you you become more and more of a man. Come on in".

To the greeting we both make a curtsey.

Mhm that wasn't really true no one is longer strictly speaking a man. Maybe I should change the name.

New Rule : Men over 18 are now no longer called men but only sissy.

"Hi dad I also feel more and more like a sissy".

"I'm glad to hear that now come in we don't want to keep your mother waiting".

Together we go into the kitchen where my mom is already waiting. She has hardly changed in contrast to my father. She still has the same blonde hair, her blue eyes, her full lips and her snub nose. The only thing that has changed is her height and her bust size which is now at least double what it was before my changes and she was double d before that.

"Oh my sissy come here".

With these words my mother hugged me, which ended in my head disappearing deep between her huge breasts. After a short squeeze she let me go again.

"You two I'll make us a coffee".

My dad and I sat down at the table. My mom and dad had been married for almost 20 years now and he still didn't help her with many things around the house. I guess I should change that sometime.

Old Rule : Laura and Peter Schmidt have had an FLR marriage since the beginning of their marriage.

As I close the book again it is no longer my father sitting in front of me but my mother.

"I hope you brought hunger with you because your father has been in the kitchen cooking all morning".

I looked over at my dad and am amazed that he was suddenly wearing the uniform of a french maid.

"Why is dad wearing a maid's uniform?

"Why shouldn't he wear one I think he can at least look sexy doing housework can't you honey".

"But of course darling" my dad says a little shyly.

While my dad continues to work in the kitchen, I talk to my mom. My eyes keep falling on her wedding ring. I get a new idea for a rule.

New Rule: Expect of a wedding ring Sissys wear a chastetybelts as a sign of their marriage. The key to this is in the woman's wedding ring.

My mother's ring changes slightly and now has an arte engraving on the upper side that probably served as a key. My father's seemed to be unchanged.

New Rule: When asked about the wedding ring, those always show it with pride.

My mom noticed how I kept looking at her ring.

"What are you so into my ring James".

"I just realized how beautiful it is, can I see yours again dad".

"Of course I'll show it to you, it's almost too beautiful to always wear a panty's over it".

He stopped cutting the vegetables and stood next to me at the kitchen table. When he stood next to me he pulled his frilly panties down to his ankles and lifted his skirt to show his penis and his chastity belt. This was made of gold, just like my mother's ring, and was decorated with an ornate engraving and a diamond placed at the top.

"Charmed not true for a sissy like your father I knew only the most fabulous would do".

"My darling you have really chosen something beautiful I still look at it every time in the mirror before I get dressed".

"I must also say your rings are very beautiful".

When I'm done looking at his wedding ring, my dad goes back to preparing something for lunch.