Even before mom left her husband, Clyde´s father had been an asshole.
It merely became worse for Clyde because he was the only one left in the house that his father could act out on.
Clyde was forced to take over a whole lot of his mothers chores because his father reasoned that he was the man of the house and that he was the one bringing in the money. His father himself would rather place himself in a recliner in front of the TV than to help out with the dishes, washing clothes or cleaning.
So Clyde´s life was becoming progressively more depressing for each day thanks to his uncomprimising and demanding father.
He could hardly take it any more!
Clyde needed breathing room and he decided he would find it at the mall.
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His mind was much more at ease at the mall, as long as he could push out the thoughts of getting berated for skipping his chores back home.
He missed his mom and wondered where she had gone. If only his father could cool down a little and help out a bit more, then he wouldn´t have had to feel this way.
Lost in his thoughts he continued to wander around until he stumbled upon a part of the mall he rarely visited, and laid his eyes on a storefront he never knew existed.
Spells `R Us
His curiousity beckoned him to go inside through the wooden door.
"Greeting Clyde! Welcome to my shop!"
An old man, that he had never seen before, in a bathrobe called out his name. He had an striking similarity with Gandalf the Grey from the Lord of the Ring-films.
"That´s because Tolkien was inspired by what I looked like when he wrote the books"
"I´m a wizard and I own this fine establishment".
Clyde blinked a couple of times in disbelief.
The shopkeeper had said what?
The old man behind the counter looked pleased.
"Uh. Hello", he said meekly, rattled by the strange situation.
"I don´t really know why I went in here. I saw the sign and..."
"You are most welcome in any case, my dear boy Clyde".
He paused.
"I can see that something is troubling you. Isn´t it true?"
It wasn´t really a question.
"Um. Yeah. My father is a real dick back home. Won´t help out with anything. Always force me to do almost all the chores while he drinks beer and watch TV. Says he must relax and gather strength for the next day at work. Always says he is the man of the house and what he says goes
I`m tired of that. For once I want to be the man of the house!"
"You are in luck my boy", the wizard chuckled.
"I recieved a shipment of Switched Up this very morning"
"With its help you can get the home you crave innermost. Just douse each room in the house with a small amount of spray, so the magic can get a feel for the surroundings. Then both you and your father drink a small amount of the contents in the bottle at the same time", the wizard said with a smile.
"After that I can guarantee that you will be the man of the house".
"It´s yours for only $19.25"
Clyde eyed the flask and its contents. The liquid inside seemed to dance around in all the colors of the rainbow.
"I´ll take it", he said.
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Clyde did as he was told and doused every room in the house with a small amount of perfume. It smelled like lavender and roses.
It subsided quickly though, thankfully. His father would have wondered what that smell was otherwise.
He also prepared a glass of beer for his father , with a small amount of perfume liquid in it, and a glass for himself in the kitchen.
"Where´s my beer?!", his father called out from the living room.
Clyde smiled to himself. Soon his fathers reign would be over.
Shortly after his first sip his father began to gulp down the whole glass of beer in one go. The taste was too fantastic to stop drinking!
Clyde in the kitchen did the same with his own glass of liquid.
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The changes happened quickly. In a mere minute Clyde saw the world around him shrink, or rather, himself growing bigger. He went from a young teenage boy into an young adult man.
He was dazed because he still felt like himself, yet had memories of a whole another life.
His thoughts came to an abrupt end by a piercing shriek from the living room.
"I-I`m a woman..."
Clyde stopped completely in his tracks after rushing into the living room and seeing an amazingly beautiful woman standing there in a state of distress.
She felt familiar to him.
She felt familiar to him.
"What happened?! Who are you?!", she shouted in panic.
"Dad?", Clyde said in disbelief.
"Y-yes. Clyde? Son? Is that you?", she said with a shaky voice. Clyde felt sorry for her. Like protective of her.
"What´s happening?", her voice quivered.
He moved towards her but she shied away.
"It´s alright. Everything will be okay", he soothed her and could finally hold her in his embrace.
She, his dad, was a head shorter than him now, and her female anatomy made itself reminded by her generous bosom pushing into his lower chest and how small her body felt compared to his.
She smelled of flowers.
She felt the warmth of his body against hers and she felt calmed by it. The closeness they had to each other. His manly musk filled her nostrils, she knew she was safe in his arms.
The pair stood their in silence for several minutes and just felt each other.
Her body felt alien and yet strangely familiar. Memories of a life as a girl was blended with memories as a husband and a father.
Her male name had been Donald, her female name was Isobelle.
She felt his large male hand begin to caress her back, slowly moving up and down. She was startled at first but it felt nice. She hugged Clyde slightly harder in response, pressing her body against his.
His hands began to move around to other parts of her body and she felt her heart pumped harder. How could she, a man not long ago, like this?
But she did.
To Clyde it just felt natural and right to caress the woman in front of him.
He leaned in for a tender kiss on her neck.
It was like a jolt of electricity that passed through her body. There was a tingle lingering in her stomach.
Clyde heard a small involountary moan from her lips, and that egged him on even further.
He carefully lowered her down on to the sofa and continued to kiss her all over her body.
She made weak objections to doing this before succumbing to his tender ministrations.
With knowledge, formerly unknown to him due to his young age, he began to pleasure the woman beneath him.
His hands roamed her body, squeezing and caressing parts of her body. Her breathing became jagged as a testament to that he was doing it right.
He knew instinctively what his body craved, despite never being with a woman before.
Clyde lifted up Isobelle, formerly his father, in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She had a look of anticipation and reluctance on her face but she nodded to him as if to continue.
Her bra was tossed away and Clyde marveled her perfect breasts. If anything it made him even harder. The yearning he felt was increased even more.
Aside from a pair of stockings that Isobelle was wearing, both of them were stark naked, and both were filled by a carnal lust.
Isobelle felt an emptiness in her crotch that craved to be filled.
"P-please. Fuck me", her voice quivered, but this time by desire instead of fear.
Still guided by instincts Clyde moved the tip of his dick towards her pussy, and began to push it in slowly.
She felt the cock enter her. It was a strange feeling, in an earlier life she had been the one inserting those into women, and now she was on the recieving end of a big cock herself.
The stiff rod of warm flesh was filling her up and she moaned softly in approval.
It pushed in further and further into her, to the point that it felt that her whole being was being filled by it.
She sighed happily.
Clyde grunted.
He began to piston in and out of Isobelles pussy. He did it slowly at first but was soon incrasing the intensity and pace of his strokes.
Her whole body shuddered of his impacts. Her breasts bounced alluringly back and forth on her chest.
Clyde expertly made her reach multiple peaks of pleasure and then bringing her down again, only to have her reach the peak once again.
Her sexually infused mind became crazed by yearning. She demanded deliverance.
With a series of mighty strokes by his cock Clyde felt himself build up a pressure which he couldn´t continue to contain.
His cock began to spasm and shoot powerful jets of semen into Isobelle´s aching pussy.
That was enough to push Isobelle over the edge and make her body and mind crash in a pleasureable bliss, with her whole being devoured by ecstasy.
Both of them truly embraced who they were now.
Man and woman.
Husband and wife.
And they were on the verge of creating a new life to bring into their family.
