Reforming A Dropout Son

"Fuck off bitch I'll do it later!"

"No you won't! You never do a single chore around here!" It was turning into another bang up day, Chrissy's throat already sore from a drawn out battle that started when she simply suggest her son put his clothes away. This was apparently too much for him to do, said clothes sitting there for the last week near the front of his door where she left them, a few empty glasses ringing the area of his room. She had hoped leaving them there would eventually spur him into actually doing something, but now she was starting to run out of drinking glasses and his smug laziness was getting on her last nerve.

"All you do is sit on your ass all day and complain about how hard you have it, how much work you have to do when YOU! DO! NOTHING!"

"MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH A FUCKING BITCH DAD WOULDN'T HAVE LEFT! YOU'VE DONE NOTHING FOR ME!" She almost wanted to break it to him that he had been the main fracturing point in their marriage, but unlike her little shit of a son, she still had some level of decency. Where had they gone wrong? He had been such a sweet little boy until middle school. Her son around that time became obsessed with various niche groups, becoming more reclusive, lazier, spending more time arguing online than doing his homework. She still felt some form of guilt over it which was why she took the verbal abuse half the time, but she had her limits and they were being approached rapidly. It took a lot for a parent to admit they hated their child, but she realized he was simply a horrible person who wouldn't change. She wished they'd had a daughter, maybe then her Sean wouldn't be such an asshole, but that was wishful thinking too, god knows some of his brief "girlfriends" had made it clear degeneracy knew no gender boundaries.

Like all their arguments the fighting died out into angry huffing, Chrissy taking the passive aggressive route of thumping his clothes onto his bed before loudly collecting his used glasses. He did his best to ignore her as she took multiple trips, knowing she'd just leave him alone and take care of it all for him if he ignored her long enough. It was like what that Padlock guy had said about behavior or something. She wasn't going to change anytime soon. He took a sip from the newest of his glasses hoping to get back his throat for the match in a bit so he could yell out any of his useless teammates when he started gaming in a bit, texting a girl a dic pic as he scrolled his usual feeds on his phone. Said glass was wrenched away silently by his mom, Sean muttering out "bitch," before she swiveled around, ignoring his protests as some water splashed onto his keyboard, her free hand grabbing his phone and tearing it out of his grasp.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" She quickly hopped away from his grabbing hands, spitting out, "you can get your phone back when you've cleaned up your room and learned to be a part of decent society." Still refusing to back down, but stumbling when he stood up, all the blood rushing to his head as he stumbled back down, Sean let out a pathetic, whiny, "w-well I still got the computer you dumb... um... b-bitch!" She let him rage, though it didn't escape her notice that his phone was still unlocked in her grasp, leaving the fuming boy behind as she began snooping through his texts. It hurt to confirm that he really had been doing nothing productive, worse it was mostly just insults and slurs, his chats full of horrifically racist and sexist things she couldn't bare thinking about, much less imagining herself sending them on the various accounts he was logged in as.

There were no job interviews, no plans to reapply for college, in fact a quick search for the dean of admission's email led to one of the worst things he had sent, any chance of a career likely ruined. Her thumb accidentally clicked on his web browser, hardcore pornography blasting out surrounded by targeted ads. Thoroughly disgusted, she went to close the filthy content, but one of the ads caught her eye. Chrissy had read that certain sites used microphones to target ads to what they heard, and this seemed to be confirmation, one full screen ad popping up and taking over the mobile screen to offering a "better and improved YOU" in large flashing text. She didn't mean to click on it and was instead aiming for the corner x, but her hands were always so clumsy with her typing and it quickly opened up to the app store, the app shockingly well rated and full of five star reviews espousing how much it changed their lives. The screenshots of it looked professional as well and it was free...

While there was no way she could have seen it, the moment her thumb accepted the download, Sean bolted up from his chair, that same blood rush happening as he felt weird, like the moment before a grenade went off in a movie, just anticipating something as the hairs on his body stood up as if shocked. Meanwhile his mother was thankful to find the app was low maintenance and very user friendly, almost like a kind of imaginary dream maker that came loaded with pictures of her son forming a composite of how he was. It was a little odd, but she figured it took his pictures from the camera roll, not willing to see what was in there given the rest of his content. There seemed to be sliders for everything, politeness, hair color, height, gender. That last one caught her eye, remembering her wish, a bit of childishness infecting her as she decided to have some fun messing around with a virtual version of her son.

It took a minute for Sean's head to settle, his blood pumping as he gave up on going after his mom, focusing on the game in front of him, the lobby starting. Usually he was the one yelling at others to stop being scrubs, but he was messing up left and right. The controller felt clunky in his hands, almost too large though the sleek black color of it went well with his nail polish. Wait, why was he waring...? Sean studied his hands, ignoring the groans and complaints of his teammates as he went AFK right as they went to breach. They were his hands, just the chewed up, poorly maintained nails were shining with black polish, looking almost fresh. Actually the more he looked at them, the less ragged and worn they seemed, his cuticles healthy, grown a slight bit past the fingertip and clacking nicely against the controller, the small hairs on his joints and knuckles fluttering off as he felt a strange sense of pride from how well he maintained-

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING RETARD?! WE'RE LOSING THE FUCKING MATCH!"

"Shit sorry guys." He quickly got back into it, but the passion was still gone. Shots were missed, his grip kept slipping and he couldn't help the feeling that he was wasting his time. It just felt wrong, like an old shirt that no longer fit one day. They lost handily, his usual friends directing all their ire at him as his usual shit eating grin fading to confusion. Usually he could take the minor ribbing when he messed up, but something about it today seemed too mean spirited, their usual banter suddenly not okay in the slightest. That pervading wrongness continued throughout, his feet that had once been firmly planted on the ground were starting to dangle, brushing the floor with his toes as socks pooled and plummeted from smoother, shrinking feet.

"This is why we should've never let a fucking girl on the team." 

"We don't need no fucking camgirl bullshit here!"

"Fuck off Sophi-" Sean disconnected, gasping as his spine popped, trying to regain control.

Chrissy was finding it interesting which sliders were almost at zero from the start, self-awareness, responsibility, hygiene, intelligence, all the ones she expected were down. Each time she messed with a slider the loading bar on the top of the image would stutter and recalculate, hovering in the single percentiles after she first switched the male slider to female, imagining her dream daughter and making sure each slider went to the proper place. She didn't quite max out any of them, since she didn't want to go TOO overboard with things personality wise, but a nice, loving, responsible daughter sounded just right. There was even a drop down menu for country which was odd, so she switched from United States to the UK just to see what'd happen while continuing to tweak at the basic settings.

Seani felt dwarfed by his own clothes, his pants slipping down to leave his butt sticking out, his shirt more of a blanket than anything meant to actually fit his body. He was still upset over the match, wondering why he was feeling so down, his eyes blinking away their redness as he looked around and for the first time in years, felt shame. Why would he feel bad about it now, his room had always been a mess hadn't it? Yet the harder he thought back on it, an image of what it should have been under all the filth tickling at his mind. No, he didn't want to prove her right but... was he even happy like this? Was he healthy? He stood up slower this time, closing his eyes, the usual rush tempered, his shut eyelids gaining hints of mascara as the lashes lengthened, his greasy hair sliding past the nape of his neck. When his eyes opened again, they seemed clearer with a feminine tilt, the bags under them shallower, then flush to the pockmarked skin. It was rejuvenating, even if he didn't know why, a pleased coo leaving him as his pants and boxers slid to the ground, dragging his leg hair with them.

The shirt still sagged along his form, his shape vaguely outlined though the cloth wasn't the only thing sagging as his shoulders slumped, the blocky frame softening as he bent down to start throwing junk away, his clothes drawers dusty from disuse as he started putting them away. It kind of pissed him off to do it, yet there was a gratifying surge to every responsible action, his brain pulsing as small pieces of him were jettisoned, added to the growing tangle of hair. The carpet tickled his dainty feet, chills rising up his calves as curves formed, his coos rising to moans as his pasty thighs thickened, curves starting to form up as the hairless skin wobbled against his cock, swelling nicely as his atrophied muscles quickly pounded themselves into shape. Nothing extreme, but it was athletic enough to add to the supple curves forming.

It was amazing how many small things he had been putting off, forgetting he had even argued with his mom earlier as the leading pleasure of the changes continued to drive him towards responsibility, his bed actually made for once, then remade when a nagging piece of him noticed he hadn't done hospital corners. More hairs rained down from his sleeves as he tucked them in, Seanie deciding he absolutely had to vacuum once this was all over. Dear mum would surely giver her a few gos at the- The recognition of something wrong briefly flitted across his face, lips swelling into an annoyed pout as he tried once more to trace what exactly was so god damn bothersome. He was basically in a fugue state, the bliss of compliance to his growing personality easing him into the next shift, his arms stretching with newfound flexibility behind his back as his hips popped slightly, widening his gait as his pitiful excuse of an unshaven beard left behind smooth curves. Running a hand down his neck, fondling his shrinking Adam's Apple, he realized what was wrong finally. He was filthy!

In the other room, the app was still loading, but it did give her more options on what to change, images of his room appearing with color, neatness and all sorts of other options there. It was a near dead ringer except for how clean it looked currently, there was no way his room would be that tidy without a genie or something similarly extreme. Wanting to check something she double tapped the home button and went back to his browser, forgetting about the porn it had been stuck on, not that any of that was left for her to see when she popped on. Instead it was on formula sheets and schedules, which only phased Chrissy for a second before she opened up a new tab and started searching up new furniture to input into the app, unsure of some of the names. It was so much fun that her previous anger was forgotten, though in this case it was quite literally forgotten. Parts of her son's child's past and present were shifting, becoming far less tense though why such a pretty child had such an edgy, boyish room she didn't know.

Soanie waited till a dense fog of steam had formed before entering the shower, stripping out of his shirt feeling slimy and disgusting. Sure a lot of his skin had healed, acne scars vanishing into smoother, softer skin, but it was all so greasy and sweat stained, the outermost layer still flecked with the shedding imperfections of his past self. Thankfully it was nothing a jet of hot water couldn't fix as the cleansing waters felt orgasmic to him, his adorable squeals echoing in the shower as he couldn't help himself from singing random notes and moaning as he grabbed a loofah, scrubbing away that nasty stuff to the smooth, lotioned complexion he always had. It was unavoidable really that he'd strike his sensitive bits, both nipples ripe and pink after a pass of the sponge as his hairless cock hardened, his hands reaching for the soap as he found one of them unable to stop stroking his junk one last time.

"Ohh yes ooooh~ that's th' stuff luv! Slot er in!" Sopnie was purring out naughty encouragement with a british tinge to it, years abroad replacing those void, purposeless years as Britain invaded her thoughts and dialect. As he lathered his body in a bottle of Dove's he didn't remember having before, his cock began leaking, the strokes in hot water exquisite as soap and cum mixed together. He had so much optimism now, that black hole that had been his personality collapsing into itself, exploding into soft, corpulent fat that made his body washing an experience to remember. Fat just seemed to flow into his groping hands, his ass swelling out with a few timely gropes, his waist dipping inwards to add to the heft of his curving hips. He left his corkscrewing cock to the mercy of his soapy thighs, needing both hands to pleasure his nipples as he screamed, cumming out every last drop of sperm as breasts jiggled out to large, sudsy mounds.

Sophie could stay in there for hours, but that just wouldn't do, he had winter work to finish up and he couldn't waste the day away just cause he wanted to. The amount of cock between his legs only needed two fingers to service, her body shaking as a moist, sopping cavern opened up, slurping her junk inside as she fingered it with relish. Moaning as her cock absorbed to cockney, a colorful slew of local curses shot out her mouth as she came, her other hand shampooing her hair as the grease and dark coloring all washed down the drain, leaving her hair silky and strawberry blonde. It was wonderful to be able to live at home with her mom, Sophie always one to count her blessings as she lazily poked her head out the shower to check on the time, her dreary smile fading as the numbers came into focus.

"Ow the bloody elll did I stay in ere for? I gotta get outta the bog!"

When she got out, Sophie found her mom putting her phone back, a confused look on her face as she seemed to be looking around a whole lot.

"Wut's wrong mum?" Chrissy wished she knew that herself, deja vu mixed with the feeling nothing she was seeing was real as she studied the pink and purple room, swearing her daughter's computer used to be bigger, and hadn't she been messy at some point? But when?

"Umm, sorry dear I'm not sure. I just had your phone for some reason and wanted to make sure I returned it before you had to study. D-Does anything feel wrong to you?" By that point Sophie had slipped into a flannel and a sweatshirt, feeling cold since they usually saved money on heat in the winter.

"Besides freezin me bloody arse off it's all fine." She was pulling a red notebook out of her trendy looking backpack, practice problems for the upcoming semester a breeze to her as she worked through the equations.

Slowly things clicked into place for Chrissy, her divorce retconned into her husband having business in the UK, which is why Sophie had the accent since she had basically grown up there. She knew Sophie still probably missed her friends there, but they still group called plenty and it always made her feel a little pride to see her daughter behaving so maturely, clearly a sign that they had raised their little angel correctly unlike some other people's psychotic brats. Leaving her to her studies, it only took an hour before she skipped out the room, finished with her assignments.

"Kay mom I'm gonna hop out an' grab a few pints with me mates! Luv ya!"

"Wait!" For some reason both tensed as if they were about to get into an argument, but the moment passed and her mom just took on a disapproving look.

"Not without a jacket you're not. And you almost forgot your purse!"

"Thanks mom!"