Vivian Wright(Part-02)
"Just hang tight for a moment while I get undressed," she said with a completely serious expression, as if this was the most ordinary thing in the world.
We were in the changing room, on the brink of stepping into the bath. I was already in my birthday suit, as per usual, but she insisted I wait until she was ready to join me in the buff.
But here's the kicker: she's a woman, and I'm a man. Surely, she wouldn't actually go through with it, right?
"Wait, what are you doing?" I exclaimed, trying to halt her as she began to peel off her clothes. She slipped off her shirt and apron, revealing a black bra that seemed to be working overtime to contain her assets.
"Stripping. Why?" she asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"Uh, because I'm a man, obviously."
"And? You're neither a man nor a woman right now. Besides, you're my daughter now. It's perfectly fine for my own daughter to see my body," she replied, her face as stoic as ever, not a hint of embarrassment in sight. "Oh! Your reaction says you're getting a little excited."
She glanced down at my obvious arousal and made a playful comment about it.
In my flustered state, I completely forgot to cover up. As soon as she pointed it out, I quickly tried to shield myself with my hand.
"Ahahaha, your face is turning crimson! It's adorable," she continued to tease.
"Um… what do you mean by being your daughter?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"Well, I was going to explain later, but I guess now's as good a time as any," she sighed. "But first, let's head to the bath." With that, she stripped off her remaining clothes.
I attempted to hide my face, but that would only draw attention to my situation, so I kept my eyes on her.
She slowly unclasped her bra, and her curves bounced free.
"Wow," I blurted out without thinking.
She truly had a stunning figure, defying her age and looking more like she was in her late twenties rather than her thirties. Her body was a masterpiece, with curves that could make anyone's heart race. And those breasts? A man's fantasy come to life.
Her backside was equally captivating, and I found myself wishing to explore every inch of her.
"Fufufu, are you into older ladies?" she teased again.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. She clearly knew I was ogling her. This was all moving way too fast—why on earth was she getting naked in front of me?
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"Whoa! I feel like I've stepped into paradise!"
Right before me are two stunning women, and to my surprise, one of them is me—completely bare. The twist? I'm gazing into a mirror. Behind me, Vivian-san is gently washing my body, and with each touch, a peculiar thrill courses through me. It's oddly exhilarating.
"What do you mean by calling me your daughter?" I attempt to lighten the mood, feeling the tension in the air. "I thought the usual outcome of this research was to sell me off if I survived."
"Well, that was the plan," she replies, "but let me clarify."
"The goal of our project was to create a human who wouldn't be affected by the IDB Virus," she explains. "But honestly, it's a complex issue. So, we decided to take a different route. What if we could trick the virus into thinking you're not male? Then it wouldn't target you. We started by adjusting your testosterone levels, but that just made you more feminine. So, we went deeper and tweaked your DNA a bit. By incorporating some of my traits, we finally crafted the being we envisioned." She beams with pride.
"You're now a true futanari—a being that embodies femininity while still possessing male attributes. You can even conceive a child with a woman and become pregnant by a man. You're the closest we've come to our ideal, and I couldn't be happier."
"So, when you say I'm your daughter, you mean…"
"Yes, you carry my DNA, which is why we share such similar features," she smiles warmly.
I'm lost in a whirlwind of confusion. Is this even real? Yet, I can't deny the resemblance between us.
"Normally, you would have been sold off as soon as you woke up, a mere plaything for the wealthy. But I've had a change of heart. I've decided to keep you. From this moment on, Tsukishiro Shin is no more." Her gaze turns serious. "You are now Tsukiyomi Shion… my long-lost daughter…"
I barely catch the last part as she murmurs, but I grasp that she's taken me in, and I'm to be known as Tsukiyomi Shion. Wait, Tsukiyomi?
"What does that even mean?" I ask, my mind swirling with questions.
From this moment forward, you shall be known as Tsukiyomi Shion, my beloved daughter who has battled illness since the day you entered this world. Your health has taken a turn for the better, and now you've chosen to step into the light. "It's a bit perplexing, isn't it?" she mused. "But yes, that's the narrative we're going with."
"Narrative?" I echoed, still trying to wrap my head around it.
"Indeed! You are now Tsukiyomi Shion, my daughter. The name Shin is a thing of the past. We've already staged a dramatic scene where everyone believes Tsukishiro Shin met his end in a tragic accident." She laid it all out.
"I… I died in a traffic accident?" The words hung in the air, surreal and bewildering.
I shut my eyes, attempting to piece it all together.
"So, the organization has crafted this story because of my new look. They say Tsukishiro Shin is gone, but Tsukiyomi Shion has emerged, healthy and vibrant. I'm now your daughter, correct?" I ventured, trying to clarify my understanding.
"Exactly! From this day forward, I am your mother." With that, she beamed and wrapped her arms around me from behind.
Everything seemed perfect, except for one little detail… her softness… it felt like I had been transported to paradise.