I had wished for so long that I would become a woman, that the moment it became true I felt bumed down by its limitations. It was august 21st when I woke up in strange petite body. I stood up, and walked towards her bathroom. I washed my face, and felt so happy I had finally found a way to become a woman. I recognized the face, I was in the body of my cure neighbor. Suddenly I started walking out of her bathroom, but I didn't want to. I realized I wasn't in control. I hadn't even realized so, because I was still half asleep.
I had breakfast with her husband. It was weird feeling myself speak with her voice. She kissed, well, I kissed her husband before he left for work. I cleaned the kitchen, which in turn made me feel tired. Someone knocked the door. I felt getting excited, I didn't understand it at the time. I openned the door, and it was my dad. "This is getting weird" I thought. And that was half of the story. After locking the door behind him, he dropped his pants, and I did the same with mine.
I couldn't believe it, my dad was cheating on my mom, with our neighbor. I bent over next to the kitchen counter, and he went in. For a few minutes I forgot he was my dad, and I just enjoyed the moment. Focusing on how good it felt. That was months ago, I am still not under control, and I don't know if I will ever get back. To make it less awkward, in my mind I started refering to dad as Mr. Allen.
Anyways, tuesdays, thursdays and fridays, Mr. Allen comes to visit, and has sex with me. I have learned to enjoy those moments. He is a lot better pleasing a woman than my husband. No wonder I am cheating on him. But still, I feel bad for mom. She is completely unaware of the situation