“Oh, sweet Jesus. Dillon!?”
Dillon looked up in shock and horror at the familiar voice. “Daddy?” he squeaked in a high-pitched voice.
His father stepped back from the pool. “You... you look like a girl! Are those boobs real? And your...your...”
Dillion had been skinny dipping, and he instantly wrapped his hands around the shrunken cock between his legs. “This isn’t what it looks like. I didn’t mean for this to happen. It was all Kray Day’s idea!”
Dillon’s father’s eyes narrowed. “This Kray Day, he’s the rapper you said you were working for? That was eight months ago, Dillon, and we haven’t heard a peep from you since. I hired a private investigator to track you down, and he gave me this address.”
“I’m sorry.” There were tears in Dillon’s pretty eyes. “I... I couldn’t tell you. I had to try and make a career for myself. And if I came back, I knew you’d try to stop me. But when I came out to California, I really thought I had a chance to be a singer, but everyone told me I wasn’t good enough. They said I didn’t have any real talent. So, I started working on Kray Day’s new album, and he said he’d help me get a record deal if I helped him. But...”

Dillion looked down at his breasts, recalling the morning he first noticed his nipples were becoming puffy and sore. “He said I had to take these pills, that they’d make me more appealing to the record executives.” Dillon looked back up at his father. “I started to change...”
His father gazed at him with disgust and pity. “You let that rapper give you estrogen?”
Dillon nodded. “Kray said that’s what he had his other boys taking, and a few of them have gone on to become huge stars. He said they’d make me a star too.”
His father shook his head sadly. “Oh, Dillon. I know you only now have the tits and the blonde hair, but I guess you’ve always been a bit of a bimbo.”
“Daddy...”
“Don’t ‘Daddy’ me. You’re not my son anymore. You’re nothing but a little whore. You’ve disgraced the family name, and you’ve disgraced me.”
“No, Daddy, please, you can’t—”
But his father had already turned to leave. “Goodbye, Dillon. I wish things had turned out different.”
Dillon bowed his head and sobbed. He’d be okay, and he was sure he’d be a big star soon. After all, the porn movie he’d shot had already gone viral.