Melania pulled out a surprise to her wife Trixie and said "This is a magical strap-on!"
"So does it actually?" Trixie was bi... and kinda got turned off by her husband and divorced him. Now she considered herself more lesbian.
"That and... It can make Trevor my son."
"What?!?" Trixie felt like she should be a bit protective.
"Right?!?! It replaces some of his genes with mine if we do it so!"
There was some banging on the door as the 12 year old had heard some excitement, overheard some shouts and said "Wait! Don't I get a say in that?" The door was locked
"But don't you love me Trevy?" Melania asked
"I like you a lot, and it's not even just that I wouldn't mind being your son... but I wont be your SON. I like being a guy!"
"Well you could still be a..." Melania tried coming up with a reason but
"If he's still a guy after that, then he wouldn't be MY son." Trixie said the mood was also kind of over. "Let's just go to sleep. We can discuss this tomorrow."
The discussions at the breakfast table weren't that much more productive. Trixie wouldn't mind Trevor being a girl, but Trevor did and that was all that Trixie cared about right now. So Melania would have to either trick Trixie into getting fuck by the mother-fucker... or convince Trevor... or maybe figure out some peer pressure...