to her orders

I was surprised at how empty my libido felt, though not as surprised as I could've been. Without the Lust sticker, the men in my escort rarely lasted longer than a single round. I had figured professionalism kept their urges in check; I did not realize that guys took so long to recover from a climax compared to a girl. Though at the moment, this was a good thing, as it let me focus on what to do with Sophia.

I'd kept her from killing me, and now she was currently laying against my wall with her brains well and truly fucked. But that wouldn't stop her from trying again in the future, and frankly I found the idea of having to fuck her every time she came after me more annoying than hot. I could leave the Slut sticker on her, let her be the city's bicycle...

But then I thought about the Empire 88 and what they might do to her. I didn't like Sophia, probably hated her even, but I couldn't subject her to the whim of literal nazis.

So, I looked around the sticker sheets and found the **** sheet. I put one on her, right under the Slut sticker, along with the Unknown sticker, and watched as she seemed to settle. Then I knelt in front of her and said, "Sophia, get dressed. And when I take the sticker off, you're going to go home, forget everything that happened tonight, and you're going to leave me and my father the fuck alone. Okay?"

She nodded dumbly, any fire extinguished by the stickers power. She got up slowly and started getting dressed again. Once she had her clothes back on, I peeled the both stickers off. There was still a fog in her eyes, and I watched as she shimmered and faded from view. Shadow Stalkers power let her take on a shadowy cloud that could pass through objects, which must've been how she got in my house so quietly. I watched her go, and then sat back down on my bed with a sigh.

Finally, I peeled the Flip sticker off me and felt relieved as my body shrank and returned to its female form. Being a guy had been fun, but I felt much more comfortable in my old body. Now that only left one thing to take care of.

I turned to dad, seeing him holding his head with clenched eyes like a migraine was passing. When he opened them back up, they looked clearer, more focused. And his face flushed immediately as he realized he was naked from the waist down.

"Gah! Taylor, sorry, I don't... have any idea why I'm like this, I am so sorry!" he apologized hastily.

I leaned back on my bed and sighed again. I hadn't pushed dad out because, well, after you've been in a threesome with your dad fucking one of your worst enemies, it seems kind of pointless to keep secrets.

"Its alright dad." I assured him while trying not to let my eyes follow the sway of his cock, "But, um. We need to talk."