“What now?” he muttered to himself, giggling at the soft sound of his voice.
With a growing sense of confidence, he decided to embrace being Melinda …at least for the night.
He opened the bathroom door and stepped back into the living room where “Dave” was still engrossed in their show. His apparent father —his mother’s husband— turned and looked at him warmly.
“You missed the best part, Mel!”
Josh felt a thrill at being addressed by his mother's name.
His “father” patted the couch, “Are you gonna join me or not?”
With a newfound sway to my hips, Josh approached the couch, feeling the curious weight of his breasts and the gentle fabric of the clothes hugging his curves.
He was wearing his mother’s favorite gray hoodie and a pair of snug yoga pants that accentuated his new figure.
“Dave” wrapped his hand around his butt as Josh turned to sit down next to him.
And he didn’t stop there. His father’s hands slipped up under the hoodie and stroked the underwire of his mother’s padded bra.
Josh gasped, startled but not entirely displeased by the sensation. He’d only wanted to try on some clothes, perhaps. He hadn’t considered that his parents would actually be intimate with each other, in each others’ bodies.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his father, Dave, in his body, lurking in the shadows. Watching them in horror.
Josh didn’t want to cause any commotion, so he decided to commit to the act.
He leaned into the embrace, guiding his father’s hand up to cup his mother’s breast.
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