You go to the kitchen.

You go to the kitchen. The whole time you feel semen flowing out of you. You feel as if right now inside you a sperm is fertilizing your egg. You feel a hit of heat. You leaned against the table and hid your face in your hands. Your emotions took control of you.

"Oh god, what is happening to me?" The whole situation suddenly overwhelms you. You try to pull yourself together. Maybe life as a woman won't be so bad? Maybe there are some positives? Or maybe it's all a dream and you're about to wake up.
"Okay, I have to make dinner." you pulled yourself together to head for the fridge. You didn't know much about cooking, but if you were going to start a new life, it was time to learn.
Then you heard a familiar voice on the phone:

"Are you enjoying life as your father's prey?"
"Fuck you," you reply aggressively.
"Mm... you like it. That's good, because according to our agreement, it will stay that way for a long time. Pleasure." after those words, he hung up.

You don't know what to say. Part of you rebels against the facts, but another part knows that the voice on the phone is right. You enjoy being your father's woman. A shiver of pleasure ran through your pussy at the thought.
You focus on making dinner. It is nothing elaborate, however you know it can satisfy a guy, your guy. A satisfied guy is one with empty balls and a full stomach.

Finally, your father comes along. He looks at you lustfully, as if you were his dinner. As he walks past you, he spanks you and then sits down to dinner.
You eat in silence. When he has finished he sits down in an armchair and spreads his legs comfortably.

"Come to me and get on your knees" he commanded.