Requested by Marilin Salazar :)
Miguel
was a weird kid. While he looked and acted like a normal kid for the most part,
he always had strange… fixations, which he carried with him way into his teen
years. Like all the boys in his school he as well would check out all the
pretty girls in class, but for reasons completely different from those of his
pals. He wasn’t looking at their curves or their pretty faces because he was
attracted by them. Instead his stare would focus on their clothes, the cute
blouses, the short skirts, the lacy bra and panties he would manage to sneak
peeks at from under their clothes. He envied them so much for being allowed to
dress like that. He too wanted to feel silk on his skin, and the tight embrace
of stockings, and the breeze blow through his bare legs and under his skirt,
and his tight clothes highlighting his curves. God how he envied them.
Eventually
curiosity had the best of him, and he felt the uncontrollable urge to try to
dress like a girl. And since he could not possibly have gone out buying his own
female clothes, he had to resort to his mother’s wardrobe. Every time he would
be home alone, he would rush to this parent’s bedroom and take out all the
dresses, and lingerie, and jewelry he could manage to try on during the time
available to him before someone would come home.
One
day, while he was dressed in his mom’s favorite dress, with lacy panties
running up his butt, and a bra clasped around his chest, and high heels at his
feet, and her necklace around his neck, something happened. He was practicing
with makeup, and he just had finished applied lipstick, he looked at his
reflection in the mirror and was actually pretty impressed at the results.
Sure, he had got better and better in the past few months at doing his makeup,
but that was incredible! His face looked fully female, and remarkably similar
to his mother’s. The resemblance was actually so uncanny that he started to be
freaked out by it as he kept staring at his luscious lips and delicate
features.
He
decided that that was enough for that day, and he tried to remove the wig he
had bought to make the illusion more seamless, but as he tried to do so he
realized that it just would not come off, like it was sealed to his head. Like
those were his actual hairs! He remained paralyzed with terror as he saw those
hair change color from blonde to a brown tone more similar to that of his
mother’s hair, and then he felt all his body starting to tingle. He looked at
his hand and saw it become slender and delicate right in front of his eyes, and
then his arms lost all of their muscle tone and hairs. He felt a weird
sensation down in his crotch, and as he lifted the dress he saw that it was now
completely flat, with no bulge whatsoever in sight, and as he brought his hand
down there all he could feel was an uncanny and unsettling void, and the
startling sensation of a slit right below the silk panties.
The
tingling sensation went to his legs, which started to transform becoming smooth
and fatter, as did his butt, which started to inflate as his hips swayed
outwards. As his figure kept changing he started to ventilate in panic, and to
his dismay with each breathe he could feel his chest inflate, until two big
breasts grew over it, filling nicely the cups of the bra he stole form his
mother’s drawer. He was so overturned that he could not even master the
strength to shriek, but if he had done so it would have come out in his
mother’s voice. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and his heart sunk
when he realized that he had transformed into a copy of his mom.
He
started shaking uncontrollably, feelings his legs going numb, and he swore he
could have fainted right there if he didn’t suddenly felt a strange and
uncontrollable urge. He grabbed his mother’s beauty case and started to adjust
his makeup, and comb his hair properly, and adjust his clothes, and it felt like
he had been doing that all countless times before, and when he was done with it
what he found staring back at him from the reflection was basically a clone of
his mother.
He
didn’t have time to take in his transformation, because soon he heard the front
door open and someone starting to go up the stairs. He started to panic even
more, striving to remain calm and lucid enough to think about what to do, but
it was too late. Before he could have done anything his father had already
entered the room.
<<Ah
honey! You’re home early as well I see. Wow, you look gorgeous! What’s the
occasion?>>
Miguel
tried to think of something to say, but all he managed to do was stutter some
nonsense. His father got closer to him.
<<Is
everything all right dear?>>
He
grabbed him be the hips and pulled him close to him.
<<You
know, it’s been a while since you have last worn this dress. You know how it
drives me crazy.>>
As
he saw him get closer and closer to him, Miguel tried to push his father back,
but realized that he didn’t have the assertiveness to do so, and so all he
could do as his father’s lips got dangerously close to his, was to move his
face aside leaving his neck open, which his dad did not hesitate to start
kissing and biting. Miguel quivered under those kisses. It felt all so
unsettling, and yet so weirdly pleasant. His dad’s hands were running up his
hips, caressing him and groping his newly acquired curves, and then they
slipped under his dress and started teasing his pussy from over the panties. He
gasped and let out a yelp of surprise as a jolt went up his spine to the back
of his head, and he immediately felt himself getting weaker.
<<Miguel
doesn’t seem to be home. What do you say we take advantage of this to have some
fun?>>
Miguel
felt his heart in his throat as he realized that if he did not do something to
stop what was about to happen, he would have ended up having sex with his dad.
He could not allow that to happen! That was too disturbing, too fucked up! He
had to react, to snap out of that strange trance he was into. And yet, even
though he knew that that was wrong, it also felt so right! It felt so pleasant
to be groped, and teased, and he started to feel a warm sensation down in his
groin. He soon realized that he was getting horny, and as he felt his dad’s
erect cock starting to poke his new genitals, he felt the irresistible urge to
give himself over. He did not resist as his father started to undress him, and
even surprised himself starting to rub his dick with his dainty hands, and even
undoing his pants.
As
he saw his hard on spring out of his underwear, Miguel felt his mouth start to
water. He could not hold back. He needed this. So without second thoughts he
dropped on his knees, took his dad’s cock in his hand, wrapped his lips around
it and started to bob his head back and forth as he started to suck avidly on
it. It tasted funny, and the smell wasn’t very nice, but it felt so good to
feel it throb and jump inside of his mouth, so he started to run his tongue
around it, and as he looked up and saw the satisfied expression on his father’s
face, he felt even more compelled to keep sucking.
The
couple was so absorbed by the sex, that neither of them heard the front door
open once again and someone going up the stairs lured by the moans and grunts
coming from upstairs. And as Miguel’s mother came around the corner and looked
inside their room, she was shocked and completely dumbfounded to see what
looked like a perfect copy of herself blowing her husband.
