I lost the smirk."Don't even think about it," I snapped at him. "You won't get rid of me that easily." They wouldn't buy it anyway," Marcus added with...a sigh. "How do you want to do this?" Why don't I go home and pack while you two talk," I suggested, trying to keep my irritation in check. I turned my back on them and strode to the back door, yanking my shoes off my feet and gathering up my dress before heading outside. I took the switchback stairs that were cut into the cliff at a run.Washing. ," I thought, reaching my hand and pressing it up againstthe glass. I could feel a tear trickling down my cheek and as much as Ihated crying it felt good to actually have FEELINGS again. So many lonelydays trying to cry and nothing coming about because I was a stupid ghost.As we passed my house, my eyes fell on the back of my hand pressedagainst the window. It was so much bigger than my own hands and so so somuch older. No matter how many times I examine this skin, knowing that Ireally am. You really do need a girlfriend, dad.”“But I like you doing…”“Don’t say it, Dad. Don’t go there.”He relaxes and lays back into his recliner, and I begin pulling on his panty-wrapped cock. He quickly swells to fill my satin undies.“Your panties feel beautiful Hon.”“Shush Dad.” Being careful not to disturb the wrapped panty, I grip the center of his shaft and give him gentle strokes to awaken his soft penis."Oh, my god.” He gasps. “Oh god, yes!"I tighten my grip and continue gently pulling on. It was all very strange,but he was becoming more and more accepting of this change inside of himtoo. As he lay there pleasuring himself dreaming of Jonas on top ofhim, caressing him, staring into his eyes, Travis never stopped toquestion any of it. It was just happening and it was natural.It was all part of the programming. There was no questioning, noanalysis. He never asked, "Why is this happening to me?" OccasionallyTravis would say something along the lines of "next semester, when.