Connecting with my Son (1)

"Alright, honey, I'm going to drive Jack to school now."

"Have a good day, you two!"

The door closes softly. I wait for a bit for the sound of my wife's car starting. Then I sneak back into our bedroom. Then I start to transform. My muscles and stature shrink, as do my body hair. My features soften, and I can feel my voicebox physically change. Then I look down at myself.

I have a secret I'm hiding from my family. Over the past few month I've grown addicted to shapeshifting into my son to pleasure myself.

I've always been able to shift into any person I desire ever since I was a kid, but this is something I guard very closely. If anyone finds out what I am capable of, it'll surely errode any trust with me. After all, I could be literally anyone.