Mason's thoughts kept focusing on the idea of this being permanent. He realized he didn't have the will power nor the desire to reverse this. He considered changing his father's mind, making him into a little Sally or Meagan or something, a little girl who only thought she had ever been that. But then...the primal urge to dominate started growing in his mind. He had just taken away his father's physical appearance by force and that was sexy and all, but he wanted his dad to cry out in desperate pleasure, begging his own son to keep fucking him, to willingly become and act like his little daughter, fuck toy and wife, giving birth to dozens of their children for him to eventually love in this same way.
He took off his pants and sat down in his father's signature chair. Zack, come sit on daddy's lap. Or at my feet if you'd prefer a front row seat.
Zack was stunned by his son's actions and demeanor, "He's enjoying this? My own daddy want me to sit on his bare lap or put my face up to his delicious juicy cock?" wait, something about that felt wrong? But what? Oh right, a good little girl obeys her daddy when he issues a command. Zack moved towards her daddy before....