Monday morning came and the alarm went off and I really didn’t feel like moving. The sun came through a crack in the drapes that coaxes me into wakefulness. Once out of bed I started my morning routine and was out jogging before Sam was up.

Once back, cleaned up, and dressed decently in a pair of long shorts and blouse, I started preparing breakfast for Sam. I made him his usual toast, egg, coffee and a bit of bacon. I had it ready for him but he did not answer when I called out to him, so I went looking for him first in the bedroom then in the office where I found him. I saw that he was on the phone and mouthed out breakfast.

Sam then came out for breakfast. While on the phone he was talking with one of his friends at the university. True to his word Sam had scheduled a tour of my alma mater for Tuesday. He said that he had to make it an appointment as a mother in daughter as the computer wanted the prospective student’s name. His friend though said I would be welcome to go alone but he had to register a daughter who Sam thought up on the spot.

Sam then informed me that I would be getting an email giving the instructions and who to see. Thankfully Sam did have my regular email address. I got the confirmation email that later that morning and called the university to tell them that my daughter was still with my ex so I would be attending with my father (Sam). They were fine with that and seemed pleased to give me the selling tour as I was supposed to be one of the parents paying the bills.

It being Monday I didn’t have a lot of time to prepare for the trip other than to do a bit of laundry and make a selection of clothes. For some reason this adventure scared me even more than going to the wedding as far as being outed. This may have had to do with my familiarity with the campus and experiences on it. I finished up the laundry and then started to look for what I was going to wear tomorrow. It was noon by the time I decided on what I was going to wear and had it laid out in the closet, making sure that it was clean. I then heard Sam announce that he had prepared lunch.

During lunch Sam could tell that I was thinking a lot about this and he reassured me that as his daughter I would be presenting the typical motherly female on this trip. Besides he commented I would probably be the sexiest woman on campus. His compliments helped me but I still had my doubts.

We finished lunch and I shooed Sam out of the kitchen so I could clean up. I was just finishing my duties in the kitchen and I was looking through the kitchen drawers to put away some items when I came across the usual junk drawer. This drawer was a catch all for those items needing a place but not having one. On the top was a couple of bottles of super glue.

The memory of using this stuff before while tucking to create a look a like vulva from my excess scrotum tissue came back to me. I remembered that it was a bit painful to remove the glue but it held and wasn’t uncomfortable while using it. Thinking it over for a moment, I grabbed both bottles to use for preparation. As usual Sam had retired to his usual recliner for his afternoon nap which allowed me about 3 hours of uninterrupted time to perform my glue operation.

As I was going over to my room the thought of my member becoming too stiff to work with came to mind. So, I went back to the kitchen freezer and pulled out a bag of peas and proceeded to the bedroom ensuite. Prior to stripping, I put aside a razor with a new blade, some shaving cream and a pair of scissors. After stripping I then trimmed away the excess hair from my dangly bits and around my pubic area. Having done that I looked around for a hand mirror so that I could inspect the lower area. It took a moment but I found one in a drawer of the vanity.

Before stepping into the bathtub to perform the shaving, I set the required implements next to the bathtub. It was then I remembered to pull out a bottle of nail polish remover from my makeup kit as I had some minor problems with the glue application on my prior usages. Also seeing my plastic micropore surgical tape in there that I have used in taping I pulled that out and placed it in easy reach with the glue. Having all of that ready, I sat in the tub and shaved the remaining stubble and rinsed the area.

Once the area was dried, I grabbed the bag of peas and placed them in a towel and laid them on my groin. There was a bit of pain as I held the peas there, but my member began to fully deflate. I then proceeded with a process of tucking up my testes, holding them in place, positioning the urethra opening of the member to the rear with tape and building up my vulva and labia.

I won’t go into the finicky process, as it took a bit of maneuvering with tape and glue, to move it into place. I had to redo parts that I did and I was glad that I had the nail polish remover handy (but it burned a bit). After examining my work using the mirror I found that it look fairly passable in a sitting position even with my knees slightly apart.

It took a bit to get the feeling right while standing and I had to reapply a bit of glue and tape but it worked. I let the works dry a bit before trying to urinate. Although slightly messy it worked and I was able to relieve myself there. I then removed and cleaned my other prosthetics and took a shower. Once done I reapplied all and got dressed.

It was late in the afternoon by the time I had finished but Sam was still napping. I decided to make diner and started on preparations. As I moved I could feel the difference between my legs with less of a feeling of a protrusion (and it felt wonderful). This made me feel very feminine and I enjoyed doing my kitchen work.

Sam was out and moving as he heard me in the kitchen. As he came in he said, “there is something in your step that remind me of my daughter. It must be the way you move.”

Smiling to myself I thought, yes in the way I move and feel without a bit of loose skin flopping around in front of me. After diner Sam helped me to clean up. While I was finishing up he sat in a chair and just watched me and said, “It is very nice having a woman around the house again.”

“You just appreciate the meals that I make you is all,”

“No it is the way you look and move. It really is fascinating that you move in such a feminine manner,”

I smiled at him and said, “would you expect anything else from me?”

Pausing for a moment he then said, “No, not that you mention it. I am just happy to have a woman around the house again.”

Upon finishing we went into the lounge and Sam uncorked a bottle of wine and we sat and watched a movie. Part way through he had nodded off and when the movie finished, I had to shake him to get off to bed. Having turned off the lights I too headed for my bedroom and the next day’s adventure.