Father of the Bride

Breakfast Again

"Good morning, Dear," Amanda said, kissing Daryn on his cheek.

Then the would-be society matron seated herself grandly at the breakfast nook, quite pleased with herself.

Daryn's face was smooth and soft, lacking even a trace of stubble or shadow. His once pathetic beard and mustache had been rendered to delicate peach-fuzz.

"Morning, Mother," Daryn giggled.

"My, don't you look comfortable in that running outfit."

"You don't think it's a bit much do you? I found it among Amelia's things?" It was shiny pink nylon with a loose jacket and stirrup pants. Underneath he wore a baggy white tee shirt. Daryn had it zipped as far up as it would go even though it was not cold at all.

"Stand up, turn around, let me see."

Self-conscious but obedient as always Daryn turned about slowly.

"Oh, yes. The fit is excellent."

Amanda stifled an urge to wolf-whistle. Daryn had put on weight despite his admonition the prior month. His derriere had plumped out nicely, the seam in the seat of the pants nesting seductively in the depth of his newly acquired buns.

Cleavage was also apparent between the fleshy mounds that now ornamented from his chest.

He'd put on inches in his hips and chest but had actually lost some in his waist.

His arms rather than being skinny and sinewy where now smooth and attractively rounded—in a girlish sort of way.

"Actually, I'm glad I found this," Daryn grinned all quite proud of himself. "None of my cloths seem to fit me at all anymore."

"I think, as time goes by, you'll find a lot of other things among Amelia's that you can wear."

"Not that I enjoy wearing women's—"

"I know, Dear. Now do take your pills like a good boy."