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You head to the kitchen for dinner. Your mother wearing the slinky black dress. It is tight on her and shows off her assets well. Your a little jealous as it looks better on her. But then you smile because when you change back she just might wear it for you again. Gwen is wearing the green strapless and although it looks better on you complimenting your red hair, and green eyes, and making your bust appear bigger she is still stunning in it.

As you enter the kitchen you are immediately put on edge. The table is set with a fancy white table cloth, Flowers as a center preice, and two candles provide the light. The smell of your favorite meal wafts through the air. You father is pouring wine into each four wine glasses set to each plate. you look to him stunned and speechless. He is wearing a tuxedo, his chiseled form barley contained by its fabric. Your arousal surges more now then it ever had as the curse has muddled your mind so much that the first thing in your mind upon seeing all of this is. 'all this for me. A fancy dinner, wine, my favorite food, clothes, compliments, and promises of having my children (even if that last one might be role play). You have never felt this special before. The three of them look at your reaction with amusement. "Well, are my girls hungry?" you dad breaks the silence.

"We got Stacy all dolled up for her special night" your mother responds.

"Special how?" You question your mind drifting to the possibility of that your father may have less than noble intentions for you. The thought exites you. You briefly consider the curse, but are to flattered by the possibility to be upset. 'i really am just that beautiful like this. Maybe Gwen is right, I have never felt this wanted as man. Mom, Gwen, and dad they all treat me so much better now. Maybe I should stay this way' you think to yourself.

"Special because you will never get the pleasure of being wine and dined as a lady should, after this. After all the goal is to get the most out of your time as a woman. so milady!" Your father. Says as he pulls a chair out for you. You blush and sit, after you do your father pulls out the chairs for your mother and then your sister before sitting down himself. You suddenly feel under dressed. You realize of the three outfits this one is the least appropriate. "God, I love your outfit. Makes you look so... nubile. The Perfect outfit for a date with your daddy" your fathers compliment makes you blush and takes away any nervousness about your clothes.

"If I didn't know any better I would think you were trying to seduce me" you say as you take a sip of wine.

"Don't worry about that." He opens up his wallet and pulls out a condom "I came prepared in case your curse affects me" the three of them laugh at your embarrassment. From the comment. Even so you can't help thinking how much effort these three have put in your safety and happiness. You begin to cry. Gwen and mom immediately hug you. Your father looks worried "what's wrong, did my joke upset you"

"No dad, I am just so happy. You all have done so much for me. Keeping me safe, complementing me. I love you all! I wish it could be like this forever." You sob out.

"Well, it could..." Gwen quips before covering her mouth with her hand. "Sorry, you don't want that. And we want you to be happy" you continue your meal in silence the mood has become so charged with tension. when you finish eating you leave the dishes for later. your mother takes out her phone and begins to play music, your sister and father move the table. Shortly there after your mom and dad are dancing together. You feel a wave of jealousy 'this was my date with daddy' you think as you pout. Behind you out of your sight your sister signals your dad that it's time for the final phase.

"Dad you promised!" Gwen says

"There's plenty of night to go around just let your mother and I finish this song" he responds. You curious what she means. When the song ends your father offers his hand to Gwen and they begin to dance." More jealousy enters your mind.

"Whats wrong sweety?" your mother asks.

"Nothing"

"Sweety, don't be jealous! Your father only dances with his lovers, just like me and gwen. And you are not one of those." She states with a note of finality. Arousal and jealousy conspire in your mind, fueled by the strong emotions of love and lust that have been so carefully cultivated on you. When their dance is finished your father sits down moment, but not your sister and mother. They kiss just before they begin dancing together. More jealousy, now that he's not dancing with one of them. You look at your dad, and reach out your hand

"Dance with me please." You **** out your pleas nervous of rejection.

"Stacy, I am not gay nor am I bi and I only dance with my lovers." He says "your beautiful and smart and so many great things. But soon you will be John again and I cannot love John as I love Stacy." As his words leave his mouth one thought lingers in your mind 'he loves me, they all love me. But only as Stacy'

"I can be your lover!" You say your excitement building at the erotic fantasies flowing into your mind.

"Alright then" he takes your hand and the two of you begin to dance. He holds you close as you do. His powerful arms make you feel safe and loved.

"Congratulations sis, welcome to the harem" your sister smiles as she speaks. You blush and bury your face into your fathers muscular chest.

"This day is becoming more special by the moment, a new daughter, a new wife, and soon I will be a grandmother. You make me so proud Stacy." your mother coos with barley contained pride.

"I am proud of you too. you have the courage to find love in an conventional place. You will always be daddy's girl" you father says as he looks in your eyes "you are making the right choice. I will make you so happy" he then kisses you, deeply and passionately.

When your dance is done he lifts you up and carries you bridal style to the Master bedroom. You know what you must do but aren't sure you have the courage to do it. Your sister and mother follow behind quick to join you in what just may be your marital bed.