As Erika strode toward the den where soon-to-be former father was slowly and groggily returning to consciousness, she realized she was no longer Erika--he was Erik. The final proof was making itself felt under the jeans and boy's underwear--formerly the property of his soon-to-be sister--he had hastily donned as his growing muscles threatened to burst his old girl's school uniform. He looked with contempt at his former tyrant, who was blinking his eyes in bewilderment.
"I'm your son Erik, mom. Now go make dinner. You don't want new dad getting impatient."
Dad--or new mom--sneezed. Suddenly he realized what was happening. His eyes widened in terror. "No" he gasped.
"Yeah" said Erik "Hope you like having tits. Your days as the boss around here are over."
New mom felt a powerful urge to submit.