"Please not ten years," Michael begged. "I can't go through college like this."
"If you don't start acting a bit grateful, it'll be longer than ten years. You can start by turning that frown off before your mother sees you. You know, I've half a mind to keep your years for myself - youth is definitely wasted on the young!"
Michael was afraid to hear this, having not even conceived that his dad could remain in possession of two decades of his life indefinitely, and he forced his face into a smile until George looked satisfied. With concealed glumness, he followed him into the house. His shoes slipped easily off his feminised feet and he slipped off the awkward fitting coat.
From the kitchen there came a shriek. "For the last time, Jane, get that thing away from me!"
"But it's only dad's," came the giggling reply.
"I don't care whose it is, if you don't point it somewhere else I'll chop it off!
Dad rolled his eyes. "Bloody hell, I knew it was a mistake to give your sister that thing." He pushed open the door to the kitchen and there was mum, flour up to her elbows and brandishing a rolling pin as Jane hopped up and down and waggled her hips back and forth, causing the engorged member in her tights to jiggle about. Winifred was backed up against the kitchen counter with no place to run as the cock wobbled about just inches away. The wardrobe finally had its malfunction as the excited member finally bounced free of the stretched fabric. Winifred swatted wildly with the rolling pin, and Jane gave a howl of pain, crumpling to the ground, clutching her new manhood.
"Let that be a lesson for you," Winifred stated, primly straightening her ruffled cooking apron before turning her fury on her husband. "How could you have been so irresponsible, actually going through with it?"
"A bet is a bet. It's only for a few weeks," he said apologetically.
"'Only'? Have you not considered how much mischief your daughter can get up to in a few weeks. "She lowered her voice so only her husband could hear. "She could barely keep it in her pants before, now it literally won't fit in her pants. All I can say is, thank goodness you got the snip."
George thought for a moment before saying, "Well I did.My Fertility rating was 0, sure, but now it's using Jane's Fertility rating." He realised then that he'd said too much as a look of horror appeared on his wife's face at the thought that her wayward daughter was now a fully-functioning, fertile man, though it quickly gave way to a strange, faraway look, as though she was contemplating something.
"You realise if your daughter got somebody pregnant, it would be your child..."
"Good grief, I didn't think of that. I'd best give her the same talk I gave to Michael."
"Uh, maybe I should do that, dear, mother-to-daughter" she said quickly, and George was relieved to be free from the awkwardness of doing The Talk again. He gave a chuckle.
"While you're on it, you may need to have a chat with your "son" too." He stepped aside and Winifred looked past him to the woman her own age who was experimentally poking at her breasts while nobody was looking. Michael hurriedly forced the look of despair of his face as his mother approached him with a deep intake of breath, as though she was about to-
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