"You can't make me go out like this in public!" Riley wailed, lingering outside the college gates.

"It's your first day at a new school; it's okay to be nervous," Jason replied sternly. replicating his father's condescension.

Riley tugged desperately at the front of his skirt as a breeze tickled between his thighs, though attempting to conceal the white cotton of his panties only sacrificed more of the fabric concealing his ass. His pretty mask of face, stitched together from severed muscle and nerve, was incapable of emoting much now, though the hot blush burning his cheeks was vivid enough.

"I'm not nervous, I'm humiliated!" Riley snapped, flinching back as a group of young jocks eyed him.

In retrospect, Jason thought, Adopt-An-Adult had been premature to measure his dad for his uniform while he still lay in the hospital bed, fresh from surgery. Though the skirt had stretched over his silicone cheeks then, he'd failed to take into account the extra effects of the slow-release hormones blended into the implants. They'd leech into his bloodstream over the next thirty or so years, trapping him in a neverending puberty, eternally 18, though in just a matter of weeks, the estrogen had already induced his body to deposit a thick layer of soft fat about the implants.

"Now don't argue, Riley," Jason sneered down at his ex-father. "I already bought you that uniform so you'll just have to make it fit. You know we're not made of money."

"My money," Riley whined. "My pension. You stole it!"

"'Me me me'. Typical zoomer, only thinking about herself," Jason laughed mockingly. "Look, Dad, what's done is done. You're my daughter now and that's just the way it is. Your house, your money, your body, all mine. But if you're a good girl, I'll let you have your allowance out of your pension." Jason sniggered. His focus fell on a cluster of young moms gathered near the school gates to wave off their children. "Put in a good performance, like we agreed, and I'll double it. You might even get a new mommy out of it. Okay, princess?"

His father scowled and stretched up on tiptoes to plant a kiss on his son's cheek. "I love you, daddy," he whispered begrudgingly.

"Louder. I don't think they heard you."

"I... I love you, daddy!"

"That's better."

He watched his father's silicone ass jiggle away to college before sauntering over to the single moms. Some returned his looks of interest, their gazes flicking to his ringless finger, sizing up his fatherhood potential. "I couldn't bear not to wave away my precious little angel. She looks so much like her mother, rest her soul," Jason said loudly, wiping away a fake tear. "They grow up so fast, don't they?"