David blushes as he reveals this to Jeff. At first Jeff is speechless, but then he finds himself wanting answers.
"So... are you gay now, or...?"
David made a sound in his throat like a laugh or a cough that didn't come out right. Jeff, unconsciously and rather uncomfortably, thought it sounded cuter than it had any right to be. "Gay? Son, no..." His father's voice was definitely higher, enough that Jeff could mistake it for a girl's if he didn't know better. His dad paused before lowering his eyes. "I mean, I don't know. I don't think so." He ran his hands along his exposed thighs, now pale and lacking the musculature of his former body. Still, the stockings seemed to make them more "thick" as Jeff watched. "I just feel better like this."
Jeff struggled for a minute. His dad wasn't gone, really, just different. Well, his dad was now only two years older than him and half a foot shorter. Jeff could tell even from his position in the chair that he would tower over David. He tried to collect his thoughts. "That's good, dad, it's really-"
"Do you have to call me 'dad'?" David interjected.
"Oh, I, uh, guess not. I mean, what do you want me to call you?" Jeff looked past his father towards the Chronivac's screen, reading over the changes. Anything to take his eyes off of his father's shapely legs.
"I don't know. David is fine, I guess, but not 'dad.' I'm still sort of working all of this out." David smiled, causing little dimples to form at the corners of his mouth. [i]Cute,[/i] Jeff thought. David got up from his chair and threw his arms around Jeff. "Really, all of this is so wonderful. I can finally live the life I feel that I was meant to have. I can finally be myself."
Now it was Jeff's turn to blush, but he said nothing. Instead he focused on the Chronovac screen, pushing out the thoughts of his father's soft, young body pressed against him. [i]Am I gay?[/i] The thought floated in Jeff's mind, but he kept it at bay. He had enough ethical hoops to leap through before tackling his own sexuality. "Uh, dad - er, David?" Jeff pointed at the screen. "Why did you... choose to make your dick so much smaller? Did you really need to go that far?"
David pushed away from his son and looked back at the screen. A fall from an eight-inch cock to a three-inch nub was likely surprising for anyone, much less a 16 year-old teen like Jeff. "Jeff... Jeffy, that's a bit harder to understand, I guess, huh?" He lifted up his skirt to reveal that he was commando underneath. The pink fabric only hid a bald, shaven cock that looked dwarfed by the massive thighs it rested between. Jeff could barely even consider it a cock at this point, small as it was. "Like, I'm not a girl," his father continued, "but I'm not a big hairy man either. I still need my cock, but just nothing that huge." David's voice got real small before adding, "Just enough there to rub out while I'm... Oh, fuck, I don't know." David let his skirt fall back down as he brought his hands to his face in embarassment.
"What? What is it?" Jeff asked, curious - perhaps perversely so - it what his father was about to say.
"Like," David began, a mannerism he had started to slip into quickly. "Like I never thought I'd be this small and delicate and... cute before. This was always sort of a fantasy. Something I couldn't have, y'know? I didn't think about what I could do or what I would do if it was true." David paused and brought his hands down, letting them drift towards his crotch. "I'm tiny. I'm young. It's all sort of sexy, right?" Jeff turned his head away, a flush of heat coming to his face. "Sorry, sorry, but you have to understand, right? And when I'm this small, I might just think about arousal differently. Like if someone bigger than me were to rub my ass or... pick me up. Or, I don't know..." David trailed off.