to pretend that you are my new boyfriend.

"You want to pretend what?!?!?" you couldn't believe what you'd just heard your Father suggest!

The beautiful black woman in front of you put her hands on your shoulders in an effort to comfort you. "Listen to me Tim...I've given this a lot of thought, and I mean a LOT of thought and it's the only thing I can come up with that will allow us to continue to have contact without raising too many questions."

You closed your eyes and shook your head vigorously. "How can you ask me to do this?!?!? I mean...your my Dad...you were my Dad...I just..." this ruse your Father was suggesting you take part in was the final straw for you. The bizarre and horrifying turn of events your lives had taken since that damned accident were threatening to overwhelm you. You're Father stepped back and gave you a bit of space.

"I-I know son. I know...it's just, if we start associating with each other frequently there are going to be a lot of eyebrows raised. It will be awkward...unbelievably awkward, but, a relationship between Mariel and you, with the two of you only being a couple of years apart in age, developing while you are both hospitalized would be a quick and ready explanation for us continuing to stay in touch. We'll pretend for a bit...then fake a break-up...and then end up being life-long friends. It's the only way I could think of us keeping our relationship intact without the world finding out that Paul Connors is now Mariel Lane. I need my son...I need you Tim in my life...I just don't want us to end up being some kind of freak-show for the public to gawk over...I..."

You looked up at the gorgeous woman your Father had become. Mariel was taller then you, especially in the white high heeled boots of her cheer-leading uniform. She hugged herself with her arms and seemed to be near a tearful collapse.

You looked into her eyes and, knowing that despite all appearances this nearly shattered person before you was your Father, you stood up and rushed to him. You threw yourself into an embrace while saying, "I'm sorry Dad. I'm so sorry...I know this is awful for you too...I just..." you teared up as you continued hugging the Titan's cheerleader.

"I know son. I'm sorry you have to deal with all of this so immediately. We'll get through this...I swear we'll get through this!"

While it felt good to hug your Father, the feel of his new breasts pushing against you, the soft dark skin at your touch, the lovely smell of his new feminine body, made you more then a little uncomfortable.

You're embrace came to an end when...