“Welcome to Martian manhood, son,” Vince said. “I say it’s time to celebrate. Go out on the town, show off your new girl. Maybe find a second! Hah!”
Still laughing, Vince left the room to inform the ladies.
Now alone, Tom had time to recover. His dad’s pheromones had dissipated, and the injection had run its course, so the overwhelming Martian instincts also began to ebb. The events of the last few minutes felt like a dream, an incredibly sexy dream ruled by darkest desire and yet removed from reality. Had all that really happened?
Numbly, he sat down on his bed and looked around his room. Aside from the disheveled state of his sheets, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The air was quiet, sunlight streaming in through the window. On the TV, the game still sat paused where he had left it. Where he and Trent had left it…
A metallic gleam caught his eye, and Tom turned to find the wand thing his dad had left behind on the foot of the bed. Slowly, he reached over and prodded it with his finger. Like before, a beam of light shot out, striking the corner of the room. Instantly, holographic Trixie was back, still stunning. And now a perfect match for the real Trixie who had just been a boy five minutes ago.
“It’s real,” he mumbled. “It’s all real! I just turned my best friend into a girl!”
On cue, Trixie sashayed back into the room, moving her naked body in the most seductive way she could manage while holding the plate on which sat the requested sandwich. Gliding up to him, she winked as she slowly bent at the waist to present him with his food and a direct view of her cleavage. “Your sandwich, lover-boy,” she purred.
Tom made no move to accept the plate. “T-Trent, I’m so sorry.”
Trixie blinked, her smile dimming a little. “Huh?”
“I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have done it. I’m sorry!”
Straightening back up, the blonde girl put a hand on her hip and pouted. “Are you seriously going to be a downer all of a sudden?”
Tom only put his hands over his face and groaned. The worst part was that he couldn’t even say he felt bad about the whole thing. It had been amazing! He just felt bad about not feeling bad.
With a sigh, Trixie placed the plate on Tom’s computer desk and knelt down in front of him, putting her hands on his lap and peering up into his eyes with adoration. “Look, I’m glad you made me like this. You don’t have to apologize.”
“But that’s not really you talking. I did something to your brain or something. It’s like I killed you!”
“You didn’t kill me, Tom,” Trixie said with a new edge to her voice, a bit of anger showing in her face. “I’m still me inside. I’m just…much more. Just like you, I might add. You’re a Martian super-stud. Aren’t you happy about that? You get a spaceship and everything. Not only that, but your mom told me that there’s a lot more Martians out there creating whole armies of breeders like me. They’re getting ready for something big! You guys are taking over or something. So be glad you’re on the winning side.”
Tom sat there shocked. More Martians? Armies of breeders? He had assumed his dad was just a lone alien with a total disregard for human rights, but this sounded more like a vast conspiracy. While he now knew that he wasn’t human, Earth was still his home. He grew up here, made friends here. Now, that home was under threat, and his dad was somehow part of it!
At this point, his dad called up to his room. “You kids getting dressed yet? We’ll be leaving soon!”
“Look, if this is bothering you, maybe you should rest. I’ll tell him you aren’t feeling up to going,” Trixie said as she stood up.
Tom panicked. If his dad caught on about his misgivings, what would he do? Before Trixie could walk away, he caught her wrist. “No! I’ll go. Y-You’re right. It does feel good to be on the winning side. I just…y’know, need time to adjust. Just don’t tell anyone about this conversation, okay?”
Trixie looked doubtful. So, Tom braced himself and spoke again with more force. “Listen up. I’m your stud, right? That means you do what I say, no questions, no disobedience. I say you keep your pretty little lips shut about this, understand?”
Her submissive programming kicking in, Trixie shivered with delight. “Oh, yes! Your word is my law, Master. Sorry for speaking out of line. I’m such a bad girl! Please, punish me!” Hope filled her eyes.
Tom turned away in disgust, though whether more at the girl’s display or how easily he had slipped into the dominating role, even out of necessity, he couldn’t say. “Later. Now get dressed.”
“Yes, Master!”