David stepped away from Jeff reluctantly. "I'm sorry, Jeff. This isn't right. We... we have a lot to sort out right now, right?" Jeff opened his mouth to speak, but David pressed on, hoping to stop this from going south. "I'm not saying what we did was wrong or that I'm not... interested in what you just did here, but..." David held his hands up helplessly. "We're going really fast with this. I just had the dream of a lifetime fulfilled an hour ago and now I'm just going to be my son's fucktoy for, what, a weekend at most?"
Jeff looked hurt and for a moment turned back to his computer in anger. "I should just revert this."
"No, no! Really, no." David's eyes were wide with panic. He couldn't imagine facing life as who he used to be - not after getting the body he had wanted for so long. And if he was being honest with himself, he really wasn't opposed to his new, older son. He just wanted to take things at a different pace. "Let's just... hit the brakes for a day. Get used to this and see what our bodies have to offer."
Jeff stared at the computer screen, looking over the stats of him and his father. After a sigh he looked back at David and smiled. "Yeah, I guess you're right. We could do a lot with this thing, but we should at least enjoy ourselves for now."
"That's the spirit!" his dad said, oddly reminiscent of the same fatherly quip he was known for before becoming a femboy. Same cadence and everything. David felt a flush of heat rise to his cheeks. Probably better to work on reinventing myself, he thought. David left his son to his devices and made his way over to his man cave to reevaluate... well, everything.