As we drove over to my parents' house in Tabitha's car she said to me "Joe, why don't you make your wish to change your parents now, so it will be in full effect when we get there?"
"Okay," I said. "But how do you think they should be changed?"
"Well," she replied, "For sure they have to be okay with us living over there now, but other than that you should do something sexy with them!"
I puzzled over this. I had no idea what I should do. Nobody likes thinking about their parents in that way. I really had no clue what my parents were even into. Actually... that gave me an idea: I'd make the wish open ended and choose for me.
"I wish that my parents would be happy to have us live with them," I began. Then came the next part: "I wish my parents had the willingness, desire, freedom of mind, and sexual openness to actively pursue their deepest fantasies, and I wish they would happily engage in their fantasies as often as they like, so long as it does not harm any other people." I thought to throw in that last part just in case.
"Wow," said Tabitha. "That's a bold wish. What are their fantasies, anyway?"
"I have no idea," I truthfully answered. "We'll see when we get there."
A short while later we arrived at my parents' house.
I we went up and knocked on the door, and waited a few moments before it was answered. There at the door was a very attractive young woman dressed in a black, white, and pink-frilled French Maid's outfit, complete with white thigh-high stockings with black bows, and high heeled maryjane shoes. She had shoulder length, curly brown hair, tasteful make-up in dark grays and pink blush, pink French-manicured fingernails, and perky, C-cup boobs.
She spoke in a pretty, feminine voice with a French accent as she greeted us. "Oh, hello children! Please come in; Mistress is expecting you!"
I couldn't believe my eyes. Who knew my parents were into French maids? Well I did make the wish so whoever they had as their servant, I'm sure they were happy about it.
We followed the maid into the living room. The house was immaculately cared for, presumably thanks to the maid. Everything was spic and span. We sat down on a sofa that was much nicer than the one I remembered growing up. "Wait here," said the maid. "I'll inform Mistress of your arrival."
By the way she spoke about "Mistress" I had to assume that this was one of my mothers' fantasies. I usually thought of French maids as a guy thing, so I was surprised to think it was my mother, but I remained content in the fact that it was their choice.
A few moments later, my mother came into the living room. I gaped at her, not expecting her appearance. She was dressed in a hot pink tight leather under-bust corset, matching hot pink elbow length, fingerless, latex gloves, an extremely short black leather skirt, black thigh-high, 5-inch stiletto boots, and nothing cover her large bare breasts, which were pushed up and forward by the corset.
She also had multiple piercings in her ears, nose, and eyebrows, and her nipples bore rings which were linked together by a chain. At one hip attached to her leather belt was a whip and a cane. Her make-up was heavy and dark black with hot pink accents. The whole look made one thing extremely obvious: my mom was a dominatrix.
"Wow!" I said, not containing my surprise. "Mom, you... ...wow!"
"Mrs. Schultz! You look amazing!" Tabitha cut in, saving me from my stammering.
"Thank you, Tabitha, but you know you can call me Francine!" she answered, suggesting her first name.
I was having trouble gathering my thoughts and feelings. This is was what I asked for, and I was happy that my mom was happy, but it was a lot to take in.
She looked at me with a concerned, motherly look. I was used to that look, but it seemed weird coming from a sexy dominatrix. "Joe, dear, you look upset. Is something wrong?"
My mind was racing, I was rapidly wondering if my parents' weird fetishes were directly compatible, which would mean she may have my dad locked up in a sexual dungeon within the house, or something like that. Or if he wasn't the sub to her dom, that meant she was likely dominating someone else, in an open relationship type of deal, which would mean... who knows what my dad would be up to.
So I asked a question: "Mom, is there anyone else home?"
"Not right now, dear, it's just the two of us." She gestured toward the maid who was standing dutifully and patiently off to the side, in case anyone needed something.
That seemed to confirm my second theory then: dad wasn't her sub; he was off doing something else. Relieved for a moment, I then asked "So where's dad, then?"
My mother gave me a very confused look, then slowly answered. "Joe, it's strange of you to be so callous. What's wrong, dear? Has someone been giving you negative ideas about our lifestyle?" She gave a hard look at Tabitha, who held her hands up, shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head with a defensive "not me" kind of look.
I forged on, trying to understand. "What? No... I'm happy with what ever you and dad want to do..."
Her look turned stern. "Well in that case, why are you still referring to Lisette as 'dad'? That is directly against her preferences and you know it!"
I hesitated. The wheels were clicking into place. Tabitha nudged me and nodded toward the maid. The maid had a somewhat hurt look on her face, but was trying to remain stoic. Realization set in.
The French maid, apparently named Lisette, was my dad.
I must have looked terrified, because the maid's stoic form started to crack. Tears welled in her eyes, and she mumbled a simple "Excuse me..." and walked quickly out of the room and down the hall.
My mother looked at me angrily "What's gotten into you! I know what we do is not to everyone's preference but I thought I raised an open and accepting child! Your father is now Lisette! I don't care whether you like it; you need to accept and deal with it!" She started to walk off after Lisette. "Come to your senses, and pull yourself together. When we come back I expect to see the loving son that I raised!" she added on her way out.
"Mom, I'm sorry! I didn't realize..." I called after her. But she had left. I looked sheepishly at Tabitha, who gave me a look showing she felt bad for me.
"Wow, uh... I just wasn't expecting that. I wasn't trying to be mean..." I said.
"I know," said Tabitha. "But you have to remember that this didn't spring up for them all of a sudden like it did for you. Your wish changed reality so that they've been doing this a long time. I think it would be best if you used the ring to give us memories of your parents' transition. You may also want to use it to help smooth things over with your parents, because this really hasn't gone well so far."
"Agreed," I said. I wished: "I wish that Tabitha and I would have memories of the current reality where my parents are pursuing their sexual fantasies. I wish that my parents would be quick to forgive and forget this recent disagreement."
The memories came flooding in. All and all, they were mostly the same as before as a child. But about 5 years ago, when I was old enough to understand sexual things, my parents had sat me down and explained the changed that were going to happen. Over several years they made the transition to who they were today.
I knew that my mom was now a lesbian dominatrix, who would occasionally take men who liked being feminized and dominated, though she greatly preferred women. I knew she had a studio downtown she worked at as a dominatrix, but would occasionally bring trusted clients or friends to our house for a session. I knew that my dad had undergone a lot of hormone therapy, surgery, and behavioral therapy to become Lisette, the French maid and servant to my mom, her Mistress. I knew that he had legally changed his gender to be a "her" now.
I knew that they were both still very happily married, and that my mom's work never posed a problem in their relationship. I knew that they enjoyed a very healthy personal relationship, that frequently included a very healthy and consensual sexual relationship, sometimes involving dom/sub activity, and sometimes just normal lesbian sex. I knew that Lisette had not undergone the final surgery, preferring to keep the last reminder of who she was before, as a way of honoring her much-loved new way of life.
I also knew that having grown through my teenage years in this environment had made me a very open and accepting person as well. It had also almost certainly contributed to my own weird fetishes as well.
While pondering all that new knowledge, my parents returned to the living room. Lisette looked happier, and had reapplied her make-up. She came and stood in front of us and said "I am terribly sorry if I have offended you in any way, Master Joe and Mistress Tabitha. Please forgive this ignorant servant and allow her to make amends." She curtsied low as she apologized.
"Oh... No, Lisette!" I said using the female moniker she'd borne for years now. "Don't apologize. I need to apologize to you. I was very rude. I don't know what came over me. You don't need to do anything to make it up to us except continue to be such a wonderful servant."
She blushed deeply. I turned to my mother and added. "I mean that. I'm sorry I was just very surprised that you were both maintaining this lifestyle so well, and having been away from it for a while, it just weirded me out again. I should never have acted that way, and I'm sorry."
Tabitha had a proud look on her face. My mom said "Apology accepted, Joe. Let's just leave this ugly incident in the past and carry on fresh."
"Lisette, please bring us drinks." my mother said. Lisette hurried off to the kitchen. "Now," continued my mother, "I hear you two want to move in with us. Of course we'd be delighted to have you back, but the difficulty is in accommodating you. You see, since you left home, I've made some changed to the house."
"Yes I noticed the new furniture. It's very nice!" said Tabitha.
"Thank you..." my mother began again, but just then Lisette returned with the drinks and a tray. They looked like iced tea, with little pink umbrellas sticking out. They had an odd smell to them, though. I tasted mine and tasted a weird kind of musky and sour flavor. Thinking back to my new set of memories, I realized that it was flavored with my mother's own pussy juice! My parents had grown very fond of using their body fluids as flavoring in food and drink.
"Lisette, please I'm growing tense. Why don't you help me out and enjoy some from the source." said my mother. Lisette looked overjoyed. She fell to her knees between my mother's legs as my mother leaned back and spread them. I could see that my mother had on crotchless panties that allowed full access to her parts. Lisette put her face in and began eating my mother out right in front of us! She continued making cute squeals of joy.
My mother looked happy and relaxed as she continued. "So as I was saying, I've renovated the place a little bit. As you know, one of the upstairs rooms is taken up by my in-home studio for my work. I still have the master bedroom. The old guestroom downstairs is now Lisette's room. That big walk-in closet was perfect for her to keep all her girly things. Your old room upstairs has been joined with the bathroom in what we've been calling the 'girl cave'.
"The bathroom has been upgraded to have a large jacuzzi tube and separate shower. The wall between it and your old room was removed, and now the old room is part girly lounge, and part salon. There's soft couches, a big TV, shelves full of romance and smut novels, and a lot of girly DVDs. There's a huge vanity full of all kinds of make-up and feminine products. And there's also a mini-gym, with a weight machine and treadmill. We both love the girl cave, and it's a good use of space for so many things.
"So the main trouble is there are only 2 beds: my own and Lisette's, though both are queen sized. The first thing that comes to mind of course is for Lisette to come stay in my room all the time, and for you two to take Lisette's room and bed. I don't like that, though, because I like to reserve sleeping with me as a special treat for Lisette when she's been an especially good girl. I also don't want to kick Lisette out on the couch, or especially not out of the house. She is, after all, my wife, despite her lowlier standing, and I insist that she is treated with respect within her own home.
"So that leaves a few options. The couch here in the living room you are sitting, could accommodate one of you, and the couch in the girl cave could also accommodate one of you. I also am happy to offer one space in Lisette's bed which you would share with her, and I'm also happy to offer one space in my bed which you may share with me. You can only both share Lisette's bed at those times when she is sleeping with me, which is less often than not.
"Or you may do any combination of those things that you prefer. You are also free of course to change it up from night to night, if you prefer. That is all up to you two to decide, but if you are going to stay here, those are the sleeping arrangements. I should also note that I occasionally have a client or friend who will stay overnight with me, and Lisette sometimes, though rarely, is allowed to have a friend sleep over with her. In those cases the beds may not be used by you.
"Of course I am very aware of the potential loss of intimacy between you two lovers by not sleeping together, and I would hate to see your love dwindle. So during the day you may have any space in the house, including the beds, at any time, for amorous activity or any other personal alone time. Let Lisette know and she'll see to it that you are left alone and have any needs met in advance.
"As for your things, we can keep some of them in Lisette's closet, which has more room these days since she's pared down her dressing preferences to maid items only, and many of her other things are now in the girl cave. I have a little room in my drawers but not much, and some of the shelves and chests down here and around the house could take some things. So you will be restricted by space in how many of your own things you can bring.
"I think you'll have a bit to discuss then, and..." My mom stopped as she gained an O-faced affect. Lisette was succeeding at pleasing her and she drew into an orgasm, with my mom crying out in pleasure. It was very awkward for me and Tabitha, but it was also kind of sexy. After a few moments, it died down, and my mom called Lisette out from under her. She stood at attention.
"Mmm..." My mom moaned for a moment, then said "Well discuss what you'd like to do. Lisette took far too long to bring me to orgasm, and she will need a spanking and some further cunnilingus training, so we will be in the studio. Afterwards she will start dinner. We can talk more then."
Lisette had a shamed, but weirdly excited look on her face as she followed her Mistress up the stairs.
I turned to Tabitha. "So do you want to just sleep on the couches for now? I feel weird about sleeping with my mom or Lisette. How about you?"
Tabitha replied "I guess... that sounds all right. But maybe we can get used to Lisette and Francine. A bed would be more comfortable at any rate."
"I don't know..." I started.
"We'll give it some time," Tabitha interrupted. "We'll do it your way for now. For tonight, I'll take the couch in the girl cave, and you can sleep on this one."
"Okay," I agreed.
We suddenly heard a few sharp slaps from upstairs. Lisette cried out, and my mom was saying "You are such a disappointment! You need to be punished for your failure! Now, count out!" Lisette could be heard counting as we hear slap after slap.
Tabitha and I, in the moment of awkwardness, stepped out into the backyard. Despite how weird and awkward everything was, it was still a turn-on. I could feel my pecker straining against the soft satin of my panties. Tabitha could tell. As we stood on the back porch, she reached down my pants, fondling my hard dick. Wordlessly we enjoyed the moment. We started making out for a few minutes.
She continued fondling me until I couldn't take it anymore, and cum poured out into my panties. She pulled her hand out which had some cum on it. "Lick it clean," she instructed me. Quietly, just allowing it to happen, I acquiesced. I licked and sucked her fingers and hand clean, tasting the oily flavor of cum for the first time.
"I think you should change those panties before dinner," said Tabitha. I agreed. We brought our suitcases into Lisette's bedroom, the former guestroom. As we headed inside we weren't able to hear anything from the studio any longer. We unpacked what we could fit into drawers and hangers in the walk-in closet, and left the rest to put elsewhere. "I'm going to use the restroom. Why don't you clean yourself off and pick some new panties. There's some wipes." She pointed. "There's a trash can, and there's the hamper." She then left the room.
I pulled my pants and panties off and wiped myself up, throwing the used panties into the hamper and the wipes in the garbage. I then perused my new panty collection that Tabitha had gotten me. I chose a sheer satin hip-hugger in teal, with a little light blue lace and ribbon. I pulled them on, my member already getting hard again, then pulled my pants back on over them.
Everything was so much weirder than it was just yesterday, but I had to admit I was enjoying my new life and how things were turning out. I headed out of the room to find out what was next.