Walter as Rikki gets ready for a test run

"... seeing Rikki with another man. She's not really into the idea of bringing another guy into our bedroom. So, I thought maybe you could stand in for her in this fantasy."

Dad listens intently, his expression unreadable. When I finish, he leans back in his chair, a thoughtful look on his face. Then, to my surprise, he chuckles softly.

"You want me to fuck another man while pretending to be Rikki?" he says nonchalantly, a playful smirk on his lips. "That's certainly a unique request, Tim. I must say, I didn't see that one coming."

I feel my face redden even more, but I manage to nod. "Yeah, that's the idea. I know it's weird, but—"

Dad waves a hand, cutting me off. "No need to explain further, son. I get it. You want to live out this fantasy, and you need a stand-in for Rikki who's up for the task." He stands up, stretching his arms above his head. "Alright, let's do this. But first, I need to scan Rikki's body into the iBod."

I nod, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation. "I already took care of that, Dad. I scanned her the other day when she was over. The data is ready to go."

Dad raises an eyebrow, impressed. "You thought of everything, didn't you? Alright then, let's get this show on the road." He starts to unbutton his shirt, a determined look on his face.

I watch as Dad strips down completely, feeling a bit awkward but also amused by the absurdity of the situation. My dad, the inventor, is about to transform into my girlfriend's doppelgänger for my personal pleasure! I can feel my dick hardening at the thought.

"Alright, Tim. Let's make this happen," he says, a grin spreading across his face as he selects Rikki's scan from the menu. The iBod hums to life, projecting a series of lights onto Dad's body, mapping out every detail as it transforms him into an exact replica of Rikki.

I watch in amazement as Dad's muscular frame morphs and shifts, his features softening and changing until, before my eyes, he becomes Rikki. Blonde hair cascades down his shoulders, and her curvaceous figure is now his. It's uncanny how lifelike the transformation is; if I didn't know better, I'd swear Rikki herself was standing in front of me.

Dad, now as Rikki, strikes a playful pose, wiggling his—no, her—hips slightly. "Well, Tim? How do I look?" she—he—asks, a flirtatious tone in his voice, perfectly mimicking Rikki's.

I can't help but laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. "You look amazing, Dad. Really convincing."

He winks at me, still getting used to the new body. "Why, thank you, Tim. Now, let's make your fantasy a reality, shall we?" He—or rather, she—moves with a grace that surprises me, clearly enjoying the role.

I can't believe how nonchalant Dad is being about all of this. It's just like him to dive headfirst into the strange and unexpected. As I watch Dad, now transformed into Rikki, move with an ease and grace that's both impressive and unsettling, he stops in front of me, a playful smile on his lips.

"So, what do you think, Tim? Does the body pass inspection?" he asks, striking a provocative pose, one hand on his—her—hip, the other running through long blonde hair.

I nod, still in awe of the transformation. "It's perfect, Dad. You really look like her."

He winks at me, clearly enjoying the attention. "Glad to hear it. Now, why don't you come a little closer and give it a proper test run?"

"Test run? Uh..." I look at him, confused, as he grins wider, his eyes sparkling with amusement and a touch of mischief.

"What do you mean by 'test run' exactly?" I ask, my brow furrowing as I try to understand his intent.