Your Father?

The scent of chocolate chip cookies lures you into the kitchen, your reality bending worries already fading with the prospect of delicious treats. But instead of your mother in her usual spot, you find the figure of an unfamiliar woman.

Tall for a woman, her shoulder-length copper red hair frames a mature but still strikingly beautiful face. She's casually dressed in a pair of high wasted jeans and a sweater tight enough to display her generous curves.

"Oh hey there, Kimmy-Cat," she greats you with a warm smile. " This is good timing. Your mom cooked a fresh batch of cookies, I'm sure she won't mind if we test a few for her"

The stranger proffers the plater of still warm cookies with a conspiratorial wink. There's something naggingly familiar about the woman, the way she speaks, her mannerisms, the laughing look in her eyes...

"Oh my god, Dad?!?" You gasp the penny finally dropping."Is that really you?"

"Ouch! I told Cynthia at the salon I wanted a totally different look, but i wasn't planning being on being taken for a stranger in my own home." She(?) laughs tossing her hair back. "I guess the dye job is a little drastic,"

"No, no, it looks... Good?" You hastily try and cover your shock."Just caught me off guard, is all."

Chloe's off handed mention of men becoming futas comes back to you, and suddenly, things click. Dad is clearly one of those rare cases.

You'd imagined a "male" futa would be... You're not sure what you imagined, something more masculine, for sure. Like a dude with tits, maybe?

But this woman, your father, she carries her self with such natural femmininty and her body? Wow, you can hardly keep your eyes off her tits, and that ass!

You shake your head and resist the urge to perv on your milf parent as she nibbles delicately on a warm cookie.

"So, you look like you've got something on your mind Kimmy," she says taking a seat at the counter "something your old man can help you with?"