flattop

Flattop winked as steve ran away from the table, leaving his colossal burger behind. "Hm, guess he lost his appetite." Unfortunately, for the shoppers, flattop was still hungry. He stood once again deciding to seat himself across from a man who was waiting for his daughter. "My oh my isn't your day a busy one." The man whose name was victor had taken his wife and daughter for prom shopping. Or rather they had dragged him along and after giving the wrong answer one too many times about her choice in dresses he was cast out to wait for them at the food court.

"Sh-..Tell me about it."

"What wife won't let you swear?"

"Yeah, she get's on me for using 'crude language'." Why he told this complete stranger victor didn't have a clue, but it did feel good to vent after the day he had.

"What if I could fix that for you?"

"Sure, why not. Hell get her to let me smoke cigars too!" victor laughed before suddenly feeling something change in his life. It was insignificant, originally he was home at the same time and found his wife of two years had surprised him with a romantic home cooked meal which of course lead to a night of love making. Now he got stuck in traffic and was five minutes late. His wife understood and the night continued the same. He still had the memories of his old life, but he knew she never nagged him about his swearing or his love of fine cigars. "Amazing." Victor tapped the end of his cigar into his empty box which formerly held fries.

"Isn't it though?" Flattop was enjoying the results as victor's life flashed before his eyes. His daughter was gone, now replaced by his son. For a moment he was even happier, though he'd never tell his daughter he always wanted a son. He hated playing dolls with his daughter and having little tea parties with her and hated hearing about her period or buying her first bra at fourteen. He longed for a son, he could play catch with, a son, he could share a cigar and a beer with on his 18th birthday. But then his world came crashing down. He still played dolls and had tea parties and had to explain to his crying son "boys don't have periods." when his friends started having theirs. He came home early from work when his son was fourteen and caught him wearing his mother's bra.

"What did you do?" he shouted angrily. The diners looked then quickly forgot.

"You got what you wanted didn't you?"

"You turned my son into a little fruit!"

"It always fascinated me when little things can cause such a big change. You were late getting home so your love making began and ended five minutes later than it did before. Ergo the sperm that became your daughter missed the boat so to speak. Well, in a manner of speaking."

"Well fix it!"

"You'd rather have a child, you could love?"

"Yes!" Victor felt a pang of guilt followed by another pang as his life changed once again. His wife had a doctor's appointment where they caught a clump of cancer cells just in time. Now she decided instead to risk it. After the funeral, his son was a great comfort to victor so much so when he found him wearing his mother's clothes at eighteen he listened to him. He even agreed to let him dress as a girl. That night he came into victor's room wearing his mother's nightie his lythe figure and soft face reminded him of his late wife. He had been alone so long he couldn't resist, he couldn't stop himself if he wanted to and he didn't want to.

He kissed his son's glossy lips. His son climbed on top of victor's lap as he lay back on the bed. Quickly victor's cock sprang forth from his pajama bottoms as did his son's free from his mother's panties. Victor's son leaned forward kissing his father once more before sitting back onto his cock. Victor's cock entered his son's tight asshole slowly as he ran his hands under the nightie finding small budding breasts.

His son began rocking back and forth as he moaned softly. "Oh daddy!" he squealed as he sat entirely on his cock. The feminine boy bounced up and down on as he ran his hands through his hair. Victor reached out and began stroking his son's cock. His son squealed. "Oh daddy!" the boy gasped again, "Most boys don't touch me there."

"I'm no boy." Victor grunted stroking faster now as his son increased his speed. "Oh god." victor grunted as he came deep inside of his son.

Back in the present victor shyly covered his stained pants as he glared at the man. "You...you bastard."

"Oh, save the dirty talk for the bedroom. Besides, you should be thanking me."

"Thank you?"

"You're welcome." Victor glared at flattop when he suddenly realized what he meant. Revitalized with a new, younger love interest victor spent more time in the gym, losing his flabby beer gut and transforming it into the muscular body that excited his feminized son. "Now you have a kid you love very much hell you practically can't keep your hands off of each other. You're in the best shape of your life and you can swear and smoke all the cigars you want. Oh, I had better go, it looks like you have company."

Flattop left as a young girl wearing a denim mini skirt and a pink halter top ran up to his table quickly giving him a deep passionate kiss that threatened to stain his pants once again. "Who..." It was then victor remembered why he was here, his son wanted a complete makeover having grown tired of wearing his mother's clothes. Now he had dyed blonde hair and matching extensions with a full face of makeup.

"It's me daddy." he giggled as he sat in his lap. "Oh." he noticed the stain. "Thinking about me, I hope."