Your parents

The screams of your orgasm have barely subsided, your fingers still lingering, slowly moving inside you, before your bedroom door bursts open. Your parents stand there, gaping, shocked.

Your cheeks burn. You want to cover yourself, to stop touching yourself, but it feels too good. "Mum. Dad. Mmm, ooh god."
You see your parents look at each other, concern and fear on their faces. You hear your mother whisper, "The Curse?"
Your father nods sadly, "Yes."
"Oh Jeff! Our poor little girl!"
That last comment jolts you from your trance. 'Little girl'? That's not right. Until this morning, you were male. Your mother turns to your father and sighs resignedly.
"I know what you must do. I'll leave you two alone,"
She leaves the room and pulls the door closed behind her. You stare at your father, standing there looking worried, wearing only his pajama pants. A life of hard labour had kept him fit and only now was he beginning to develop a small beer-belly.

He looks at you, tears in his eyes. "There'll be time for explanations later, but first there's something that I must do. I'm so sorry,"