Sam stood inside the shower, hands against the wall as the hot water cascaded down her unfamiliar body. Mere hours ago she had awoken in a hospital after 3 day coma. She learned that during that time her once male body had morphed into a female as a result of a strange new disease that had begun to effect a small percentage of people throughout the world. After that is something of a blur due to mental shock but one thing remained clear. Her widower father continually stared at her while muttering her deceased mother's name.
Long strands of wet hair hung before her eyes as her mind returned to the present. Her hair had lengthened significantly during her transformation. But that was a minor inconvenience compared to the new soft weights hanging from her chest. She looked down helplessly at her breasts, the most obvious sign of her new biology. Catching a glimpse of what lies between her legs she cringes at the sight of her new sex and the implications of having it. Even as she scrubbed her soft flesh she avoided those areas, instead focusing on how large her posterior felt in her hand and how soft the flesh felt beneath her palms. She didn't want to imagine the rest of her new anatomy and began to hum, attempting to push such thoughts away.
After several minutes, the water ran cold and Sam exited the shower. After drying she first wrapped a towel around her waist before realizing it left her top exposed. She awkwardly adjusted the towel around her torso and trod off to her room. Once inside she paused in shock. It looked as if it had been ransacked! Gone were her posters of favorite bands and swimsuit clad women, and the dressers had been completely emptied of her clothes. Instead numerous open cardboard boxes lay about contained various familiar things that once belonged to her mother: feminine clothes, make up, fashion magazines, and so on. A few books lay scattered on the nearby desk relating to subjects such as cooking, dieting, and basic feminine hygiene.
Upon the bed lay a blouse and skirt on top of which sat a lacy white set of panties and bra. "They belonged to your mother," a voice says behind Sam, causing her to spin around in surprise. Richard stands in the doorway, unabashedly leering at Sam's damp towel clad body. "And now they are yours. You're a young lady now, it's only appropriate for you to wear them."
"But I'm not..." Sam stutters.
Richard interrupts with a wave of his hand. "I don't care what you think. This is my home and I set the rules." He seizes Sam's chin with his thumb and index finger. Her father seemed so much larger and intimidating now that she possessed a smaller feminine body. His gaze fell upon her face, looking deep into her eyes until he spoke again. "Also, don't call me 'Dad' anymore. Address me as 'Richard'...or 'Honey'. Now get dressed."
Sam waits for Richard to leave but he simply stands there watching. "Can I get some privacy Dad..." she manages to get out only to be interrupted by an open handed slap from the older man. The blow knocks her backwards across the bed landing flat on her backside. She winced in pain then rolled onto her side staring at him in shock.
"You'll address me as 'Richard', or 'Honey'!" Richard barks harshly. Sam covers her stinging cheek with her hand as tears form in her eyes. Her father's grimace softens at the sight of her trying not to cry. "Try again."
Sam takes a deep breath to calm her quivering. "Please Richard...I want to get dressed by myself." she says.
Richard hesitates, mulling over his desires and future plans for his son-turned-daughter. It already pained him not to force himself on what seemed to be his beloved wife reborn in his daughter's body. But he couldn't allow Sam to have any say in anything either. He must keep control lest the temptation overwhelm him and ruin everything. So he nods reluctantly at her request. "Fine, but only after you kiss me. A real fucking kiss."
Sam feels as if he knife had been driven into her heart. Her father's lustful gazes had been obvious but to think he would go this far. The pieces started to fall into place in her mind. The proverbial dam broke and the newly minted young woman began to weep. "Am I...just a replacement for Mom?"
Her father's expression softened slightly at the question, though still stern and firm. "No honey...you're more than that. You're special...but no need to worry about that right now. Now come here." He gestures toward his lips.
Sam shakes her head violently, refusing to move. Tears stream from her eyes as she tries desperately to hold back her sobs.
"Now!" Richard snarls, taking another step forward. Violently he grabs her wrist and pulls her into a crushing embrace. He holds her tight, feeling the heat of her body pressed against him, breathing in her scent. He can feel his cock begin to stiffen even through their clothing. His eyes roam her petite figure; only a simple towel obstructing his view of her bare ass. He squeezes her cheeks roughly as he looks into her frightened eyes, whispering softly into her ear. "Don't worry sweetheart...I won't let anyone else touch you but me."
A rough hand forces her face upward towards his own. He kisses her tenderly but with passion. His tongue forces its way past her lips, exploring the teenager's mouth, savoring the taste of salt, sweat and saliva. He breaks the kiss and speaks again. "I've wanted to do that since I saw you in that hospital bed."
She whimpers as he continues, holding both wrists tightly within his grasp. "Now get dressed and brush your damn hair. It's woman's crown after all." Richard says before seemingly hurrying out the door. He needed release so badly it hurt. He could barely contain his excitement at finally getting what he desired most...his surprise daughter...now his woman. And all it took was the loss of his first born son.