He tells them he's a femboy now

John put on the feminine clothes and went to the washroom. His reflection showed a girl with long black hair and a cute face with big beautiful brown eyes. Blood started rushing to his crotch the more he stared until he tented his skirt. He lifted his cute dick and tucked it along the waistband then slowly made his way downstairs, gliding his dainty hands on the wall.

His mother was in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes while his dad was on the sofa, drinking a beer and scratching his hairy belly. A burp erupted from his mouth as he laughed at the slapstick comedy on the tv.

"Mom, Dad?" John's voice sounded feminine as it escaped from his thin sultry lips.

"What is it dear?" John's mother, Wendy, turned her head, hearing her son call out to her. She was a woman with medium-length black hair, thick thighs, large melon-sized breasts, and a tender motherly figure. Her eyes widened with shock when she saw her son right then and there. It looked kind of like John, but different.

'Was he always this short?' She thought, but that wasn't what shocked her the most as she kept staring. John was dressed like an adorable girl. He had soft facial features, smooth milky skin, and two budding nipples just barely poking.

"Ah! Oh my goodness!" Wendy gasped at this sudden change in her son, or was it now daughter? She dropped her sponge and slowly strode towards him. "John? Is that you?"

"Yes, mommy?" John replied with doe eyes. He was now shorter than his mother by a head and had to look up at her.

"Ohhh myyy goooood!!! You're so cute! Eeeeee!" Wendy grabbed her cute little trap son and embraced him with all her strength. Deep down inside her, she had always wanted a daughter. It wasn't as if she didn't like John. On the contrary, she loved her darling boy. But the sudden stray thoughts on some wishful days led her to think about what would John be like as a girl. And here he was! She only had one child when Bob, her husband, told her strictly he didn't want any more brats running around the house.

"What are you babbling about woman? Can't you see I'm- What the fuck?" John's father, Bob, finally noticed John standing there by his wife. His eyes widened in disbelief. "The fuck are ya wearing ya dumbass! Get outa those clothes and wipe that makeup off your face before I slap it off ya!"

"I don't think that's makeup, Bob. It's actually his skin." Wendy said, stroking John's cheeks. "Honey, how did you do this? Was it surgery?"

"Get outa the way you whore! And stop huggin em! Let me see." Bob got up and straddled his way towards John, pushing his wife to the side. "By God. You actually gone and done it. You lost your mind boy! You turned into a faggot!"

"That's not what he is Bob! Look how beautiful he's become. He's our precious child!" Wendy stood in front of John, blocking him from his angry father, who looked as if he was about to go to town on her son.

"Fuck off Bitch! This little sissy came outa you! It's your fault!" Bob backhanded Wendy, causing her to fall to the side.

"It's time for some parental guidance boy! You need a good beating to set you straight!" Bob cupped his hand into a fist and raised it high in the air.

"No! I won't let you!" Wendy shouted as she stood up and got in the way of Bob's fist.

John stood there unafraid, and with a smirk on his face. He snapped his fingers as he altered something about his mother. He wouldn't let her get hurt. Not on his behalf. In fact, it would be her that would do the hurting!

"Huh? How the fuck did you catch that?"

Bob stared at Wendy with incredulity. She had caught his fist with a single hand and without even a sweat. Wendy was equally startled but acted fast. She grabbed Bob's arm and with a strength that rivaled ten men, she flung him across the living room and through the glass window, shattering it in the process. Bob landed in the backyard with a thud. He was knocked out cold.

"Oh my God, Bob!"

Wendy ran into the backyard and looked at her husband, with drool escaping his mouth. "You stupid limp dick fucker!" She kicked him in the face and spat on him. She then covered her mouth in surprise, having never cursed in her life, she was a kind-hearted woman who never fought back, but seeing Bob about to beat her son caused a primal fury to boil from within her. Like an Alpha defending her offspring.

She ran back into the house in a panic.

"Quickly honey. We're moving out. Pack your things. It's just you and me now!"

"But where would we go? What about dad?"

Fuck Bob! I-I mean, your dad is not in a stable mental condition. Especially when he wakes. Now get moving, baby." She pecked John's forehead. "Mommy'll take care of you. Oh and, We should change our names. My name for now on will be Susan, my mother's name, and you'll be Jean. That was the name I wanted to give you if you were a girl."

"Jean...I like it!"