Hi!
I’m Annabelle!
I used to be an old man named Doug. He was like, 40 or something?
Ew!
I can like, remember it? But I don’t like to think about that now. I’m me now.
Mom used to be my wife if you can believe it, but Doug, or dad which is how I think of my old self now, cheated on her and got caught. I can't believe anyone would ever cheat on mom! She deserves better. Mom filed for divorce and it triggered the FemiNano clause in their prenuptial agreement. Doug really should have read that prenup more carefully. Mom is from old money, and while she isn’t currently too wealthy, she does have access to a family trust fund, and she stands to inherit a large fortune when Grandma passes away. And sweet grandma is getting very old.
Mom’s family set up the prenuptial marriage contract to protect her. Her mother and family’s lawyers didn’t want the family fortune to slip away in a quick, money grabbing divorce. They wanted to protect mom. They even added the pricey FemiNano clause to protect mom and the family name.
It sounds weird saying mom used to be my wife but it seems totally normal to me. I’m now Annabelle, and I guess I used to be my own dad… but now he is gone and I am here. That’s how it works in my brain now at least.
Mom was nice to me.
She could have turned me into her maid, or a dumb bimbo, or a stripper, or a whore… she even could have Stepfordized me and THOSE Stepford ladies are NOT ok… but she didn’t. Thank God.
Mom never had a child, couldn’t… so she had FemiNano process and re-educate me through their Girl Next Door program. As FemiNano girls go, I got to come out fairly normal. I even went to a year of FemiNano College and next year, I will get to transfer to the state University as a sophomore!
I am every bit as smart as the daughter of my mother and my old self would be. That’s right. From an outside perspective I am now my own child. Ha! Weird to think about…. but I don’t dwell on it. I am me now and happy to be me. I tend to think of my old self as dad, not Doug… and definitely not me.
I’m Annabelle but I sure do look a lot like dad… but you know? Younger and like, all girl.
FemiNanobots crossed my old DNA with mom’s and then they changed my old Y chromosome to an X.
I was re-educated and brought up to the emotional age and intelligence of 19 year old me. And while I have like, 40 years of dad memories, I like, don’t really access them unless mom makes me? It’s totally weird but those memories like, smell… bad? And I don’t like smelling them? Just… ick. Right?
So mom decided to use the prenup agreement’s FemiNano clause to make me her happy daughter. She says she always loved dad and was broken hearted when he cheated. She wanted to keep him in her life, but you know? Loyal. And so now she is my mommy. And I stand to inherit her fortune when she is gone. I can only be loyal to my mom. My family. And I sure hope mom lives a long, LONG time. I love my mom!
She says that standing in line for her family inheritance will be enough time for dad to learn his lesson.
And, oh yeah. I almost forgot. FemiNano made sure I like guys now.
I was made into a Girl Next Door. For my year of FemiNano College, most of the girls in school were 9s or 10s… while us Girls Next Door were 6s or 7s. Cuter than average but imperfect. Approachable. Innocent. A little awkward. Much smarter than the average FemiNano processed and re-educated girl but not unusually intelligent… unless inherited from family DNA. And my folks were pretty smart.
I am remarkably… normal. Except one little thing.
I am a little bit of a naughty nympho. And when I say, “A little bit” I mean a LOT.
It’s a FemiNano brand thing.
All of us lucky enough to be processed by FemiNanobots come out healthy, happy, and horny. Even us fairly normal Girls Next Door.
I’m horny AF like, ALL the time.
Horny for one thing. Cock.
And that’s totally not a bad thing because I am also happy almost all the time… also thanks to the FemiNano processing and re-education.
And I NEEDED to be re-educated. I had to learn to use my new Annabelle brain and navigate around all those smelly, old, dad memories.
Which was hard at first because I can totally see my dad in my face.
I look much more like him than I look like mom. So like, mirrors and stuff were like, smelly? At least at first.
And I had to learn girl things and I had to undergo a lot of hypnotherapy, light brainwashing, and special memory replacement, where I got all my Annabelle memories of growing up with mom and dad until he… left. I’m now a little sad when I see his face in my reflection because I miss daddy and I know he will never be back, but now it doesn’t smell when I look at myself in a mirror or anything. My memories have been sorted. I have learned how to think like me.
I am a healthy, happy, horny Girl Next Door. I’m mommy’s little girl. Adorkable, approachable, and insatiable. I’m me. Annabelle. It’s wonderful.
But here’s the thing. Now I am in line to inherit a fortune. And I really, REALLY need sexual… well… sex. I need fucking. I need to be fucked. I have remarkably, unfathomably sensitive erogenous zones and… cravings. FemiNano saw to it.
Like, my cravings… it isn’t just what I would consider feeling horny… I mean I am ALWAYS horny but also I like, CRAVE cock, like a hunger.
I just have to gobble me up some cock once in a while. You know? Once a day. Literally. SO it is more than being just horny. I just love to gobble cock… and I love fucking. I love cum. I love swallowing. I love having a cock up my ass. And what I love most is getting a nice cock in all three holes. One at a time. Front to back.
It’s this craving. A craving for cock. Cock in all my holes. It can overwhelm and consume me if I don’t get my daily dose of a good, thorough fucking.
So like, I really am smart and stuff. I am studying freaking finance and economics. By day, I am a total nerd. Just your average girl (who will some day inherit a fortune). At least I am on days after a thorough fucking.
If I didn’t get good and fucked the day before, all bets are off.
My cravings for cock just overwhelm me and I can make some… uh.. bad life decisions. But, you see, I don’t want to be publicly embarrassed. I have responsibility. I have a family fortune to manage some day.
So I really can’t spend my life getting fucked by a different random man every night. And what if the new one can’t fully satisfy me? Most men can’t.
I can lose all control the next day and become... well... someone unbecoming of managing the good family name and fortune.
I need to find myself a man. A good, reliable man. Someone who can reliably keep going even after I vacuum their cock dry. One who fucks like a god and is hung like a horse. One who can satiate my healthy, happy, horny needs so I can keep my head straight by day and accomplish my life’s goals. A man deserving to some day share my fortune. Someone who could help me be a responsible heir. Someone to... love me. Someone to help raise our children... and yeah, mom saw to it that I came out fertile.
I don’t want him to just want me for my money. I want him to want ME. And us Girls Next Door aren’t exactly 10s… but I kinda need to find myself a perfect 10 of a man. A good, reliable, loyal…
Holy shit.
This is supposed to be a punishment.
I just figured it out.
Mom is punishing dad for his disloyalty by making me need to find the perfect, loyal, manly lover. A future daddy to my children. The type of perfect man who almost doesn’t exist. A better man than dad was. Mom only wants the best for me.
I mean, I need to be run through the sexual ringer every day. I need cock. I need regular, thorough fuckings.
And THAT is the best part of life!
But... most men who can satisfy me sexually aren't... good men?
Something about knowing they are perfect specimens of masculinity goes to their head.
They can treat me like a piece of meat in bed, which I like.
But then they can treat me like a piece of meat in life, which is NOT what I need in a guy. I need loyalty. Reliability. Trust. Love.
And ugh… I hate to say it but size matters… at least for my cravings. I really need to be stuffed, stretched, and filled.
And I am always happy about it because FemiNano insures I am happy.
I mean, I DO feel sadness and anger and stuff… but I default to happy every day. Nothing keeps me sad for more than minutes or a few hours at most for really BIG things.
Happy.
It’s who I am.
And I love it.
I love being a Girl Next Door.
And if I go a day without sex, I am STILL happy but my craving starts to take over and I can almost throw myself at the first guy I sense who has the stamina, strength, length, and girth to satisfy me. Like, I might miss class… or worse. And I am not looking for GOOD men when I get like this. It is primal. I am simply looking for a MAN who can fill me and satiate my animalistic sexual needs. I will fuck any man I sense nearby who can physically satisfy me.
Doesn't matter if they are terrible people as long as they have a great cock and know how to use it. I remain healthy, happy, and horny and my craving gets reset for a day.
Mom totally understands and will often supervise me on days when she knows I haven’t had my fill.
She understands I am possessed with near vampiric, nymphomaniacal sexual cravings she and that FemiNano clause brought upon me.
She wishes to help me protect the family name.
Even if that means paying for the occasional male escort to service me silly to minimize my number of bad days.
Ah well, mom can afford it.
It’s a whole new world after FemiNano.
I’m me now. Finally. Healthy, happy, horny Annabelle.
And I love every happy minute of it.
Here’s hoping I find the perfect man soon. It can be kinda scary out there as a Girl Next Door without a reliable man.
I’ll marry the right man in a heartbeat… just as soon as he signs mom's family prenup.
The End
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