Yes you do.

Once he is out of the room all you can think of is how disgustingly filthy you are and climb back in the shower and scrub yourself, even vomiting your guts out in the process. “What is wrong with me, I can't be some kind of robot or vat whatever, can I?” Feeling around inside of your pussy gets you a bit hot, but you don't feel any sort of “sex mode” button. Clean as can be you next dry off and look in the mirror to check your eye to see this mark he insisted you have. “Please, please, don't be there.” You beg, and with a sigh of relief you find nothing. Well no indication that you are anything but a sexy little human woman roughly twenty or so years old.

Picking through the medicine cabinet you find something called a styling wand that can interface with the mirror so you can see settings and results as you play with it. Sadly it seems to be nearly out of power or whatever it uses, but you are able to do some cool changes. It allows you to quickly grow long sexy eyelashes, ring your eyes with eyeliner, and sexy and cool, slightly pointed eyebrows. The hair cuts all seem to be geared toward a man, but the undercut fade looks sexy blonde so you go with it and with a zap your hair starts to grow on top of your head. This is when whatever it uses to work runs out and all you end up with is the top of your head now has a mass of wild platinum blonde hair about a half inch long with the sides and back still shaved bald.

You then head into his daughter’s room to find something to wear. He is right, she is clearly huge compared to you, and basically nothing fits, till you get to a drawer of older looking clothes from when she was much younger, you would guess. Here you find a light grey t-shirt dress, well it is a dress on you, with a neckline that plunges pretty far south but as your breasts are rather small, it actually looks pretty good. You also find a pair of no show orange socks, and very simple white tennis shoes that are a bit worn, but comfortable.

Dressed you make your way into the living room where he is now watching a video. “Bitch you are late, make me a sandwich, then get over here I need to take a piss.”

You can't even believe it as you just say, “Yes sir.”

“Sir. No that won't do, call me daddy.”

“Yes daddy.” You go make him a nice lunch meat sandwich, grab him a beer, and a bag of chips. “Here you go daddy.” You say handing it to him.

“On your knees.” He commands and you open wide. He puts the head down your throats and fills your belly with piss. Then he yawns, “Good girl. Now be a good footstool for daddy.” You spend the next eight hours as a piece of furniture, only getting up to get him beer or for him to use your mouth as a toilet. Till he spots something he doesn't like, “Bitch where is your butt plug? I want that in at all times so your ass is ready to fuck at any time. Go, put it in.”

“Yes daddy.” You say and head back to the bathroom. The second the bathroom door clicks closed whatever hold he has on you ends and you fill the toilet with vomit. “What the fuck?” Then it dawns on you, it isn't you, it's him. He is an illegal telepath, he is controlling your mind. But what to do?