He walked through the bathroom the next morning and looked at himself in the mirror.
He could not believe he had just had sex with his son.
As he stood there looking at his new pretty black female face he felt your uncontrollable urge to urinate.
Instinctively likely had done it all his life he sat down on the toilet and urinated.
He wiped front to back and flushed.
He turned on the shower and stepped inside when the water got to a comfortable temperature.
He still deaths soaking in the hot water enjoying how it made his female body feel.
20 odd minutes later he climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself making sure to call at his breasts which he has been especially paying attention to.
He stood in front of the mirror and blow-dried his hair like it was something he always did.
He was starting to feel he had gained more in the swap than just her body.
He dried her body down gently and walked through into the bedroom where her boyfriend his son was sitting up in bed.
He fought about telling his son who he was but something inside of him told him that would be a bad idea.
Something inside of him told him it would be best just to go along with things.
Something inside of him told him it would just be best to play the loving girlfriend.
He felt no nervous about dropping his towel in front of him and getting dressed.
He slipped on the tiny pair of panties a bra a pair of tight-fitting jeans and the t-shirt with no effort.
It was like he had been dressing this way his entire life.
He wants his son to climb out of bed and walk through to the bathroom.
He listened to his son urinating before getting into the shower.
He applied a little bit of makeup perfectly.
By the time his son was out of the shower and dressed they were ready to go out and get some breakfast before visiting the funeral parlour.
He found himself ordering a healthy bowl of fruit and very sweet creamy black coffee.
Which was completely different to his black coffee a couple of cigarettes a stack of pancakes and bacon he would usually avoid.
He chatted with his son about what sort of funeral his father would like.
He did not know how to feel about his funeral because he was dead but also alive.
After breakfast, he climbed into the cab of his son and they headed off to the local funeral parlour.
He left all the arrangements for the funeral to his son.
After ranging the funeral which was going to take place in a week they headed back to the motel where they packed up their things.
They were going to head home to the funeral.
He felt nervous on the trip back to his son's house.
This was all getting too bizarre for him.
He did not know how long he could keep up to pretend.
But over the next four days with his son, his life changed completely.
It was like the part of him that was the old angry man died.
It was like he had become a new person.
He found himself loving his son not as a father but as a girlfriend.
He found himself wanting to always be pretty beautiful and playful.
He found himself always wanting to give his son sexual needs and urges.
He found himself enjoying their time beneath the sheets together.
Songs that never meant to live into him before started meeting things.
He found himself enjoying being a woman and living her life.
But just as he was starting to settle down it was time for the funeral and they headed back to the old town.
He was surprised by how few people turned up to his funeral.
He knew he had to be the strong one.
He knew he had to be there for his son as a girlfriend.
He had to be his rock and his shoulder to cry on.
He stood by his son's side as the priest out the berry alright and he was lowered into the ground.
After the funeral was over they drove back home.
That night they both got extremely drunk.
The next morning here world felt extremely hung over and sick.
A woman's Hangover with a hell of a lot more fierce than a month he thought as he threw up.
His son was lovely into a care of him as he was sick.
Three Days Later Hang Over still had not gone away so he decided to go and visit a doctor.
He returned from the doctor's visit slightly shaken and not sure how to break the news to his son they were expecting.
His head swam with all sorts of strange thoughts and feelings.
He was going to be a mother and a grandfather.
He was going to get extremely large and hormone.
He was going to have to push out a baby.
He was going to have to change nappies and breastfeed.
Things no matter ever thought about doing.
That night of this sat down to have dinner his son offered the poor him a glass of wine.
He looked at his son with tears and his eyes and said I don't think I should in my condition.
His son looked at him and said what's the matter what did the doctor say?
He smelled at his son and said you're going to be a father.
He did not know how his son was going to take the news but he did not expect him to be like this.
His son rushed over kissed him and said that's the best news I've heard ever.
You have made me the happiest month today.
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