For full disclosure I'm M playing M/F/T. I hope that's not an issue for you! Here's my DPP Profile!, most of my old prompts are still up for discussion if they take your fancy more! All partners and characters sought should be 18 .

I place my hand against the calender on the kitchen wall, tears welling in my eyes as I look at the date. It's the 7th September 2019, one-year to the day since Mom left.

The events of that week are still etched into my mind, playing over and over again like a television rerun. At the start of the week everything was fine. I remember sitting in the lounge watching TV, Mom cooking in the kitchen. I remember you coming through the front door, announcing 'Daddy's Home' in your usual relieved and joyous way. I remember Mom greeting you with a kiss on the cheek as she always did, serving up dinner and having us eat and talk and laugh. I remember us being a family.

And then it all changed.

It started off as a rumour, something you dismissed out of hand. Then it started coming from different sources, people completely disconnected from each other telling you the same thing. But when you finally saw the photographs and credit card statements, the evidence was irrefutable. Mom was having an affair. I remember a lot of shouting, a lot of slammed doors, the sound of a car squealing away. And then she was gone, off to live with the man she cheated on you with. I've seen her since but... but it's never felt the same. I can never shake the feeling that she betrayed you, that she betrayed us.

In the months since neither of us have managed to move on. Standing here in the kitchen, still in my boxers having just got out of bed, it's clear simply from looking around. Mom used to keep the house in a pristine condition. Now dishes pile up in the sink and the counters need a good clean too. Grass grows wild in the back garden. Neither of us have even built up the confidence to throw out her old clothes, hastily left behind as she dashed away on that fateful night. And while I even went as far as turning down my application to college, instead wanting to stay here and support you, I've almost been as torn up by the whole thing as you have.

Because I do miss her, in a way. I miss her presence. The sound of her warm laugh, the swish of her dress as she walked past, the smell of her clothes. I miss what she did around the house, not just her domestic tasks but the way she added a dash of femininity. I miss... I miss that she made us a family, the final piece of the puzzle, the piece that made us whole.

Walking into your room, the house empty since you went to work, I tentatively approach the dusty pink wardrobe in the corner. Placing my hand on the handle, leaving fingermarks in my wake, I open it with a creak. Inside is... is her. Her clothes, her smell, her presence. It's everything that she left us without. Reaching inside, I take one of her dresses from the hanger. Holding it up to my face I breath in deeply, tears soaking into the material as I remember everything we no longer have.

Then a perverse thought abruptly enters my head. What if... what if I take her place?

Taken by an almost primal compulsion, body moving on its own, I begin to put on the dress. Pulling it over my head, I feel the soft material against my smooth skin, caressing my body as it forms around my curves. I wiggle my hips, the dress dropping down over my thighs. Taking a few nervous steps across the room, I look in the mirror. People have always said I looked more like her than you, that I inherited her thick lips and pretty complexion. And I've always had a body that's more soft and curvy than muscular and hard. So looking into this mirror, I see... I see her. With short hair and a flat chest, of course, but... but it's almost like she's back with us again.

Suddenly I hear a noise behind me. Turning around, my skirt twirling with the motion, I see a figure in the doorway. It's you. It's my Dad. You're back from home early. And you're looking at me wearing Mom's dress.

Perhaps her presence won't be missed for much longer...

Hey there! I hope you enjoyed my prompt. In this one, I'd like to play a 18 year-old son who, missing the presence of their Mom, decides to take her role in the household. I would like you to play my Dad (or Mom if you can sell me on it). Over time our relationship would grow, with me gradually feminising to take the role of the your daughter and the woman of the house and, eventually, your lover.

I would like this to be a long-term RP taking place over a number of scenes, each pushing forward both my feminisation and our relationship, and dealing with the conflicts and challenges that arise from this. I would like to slowly come to accept my new identity while both of us should feel the challenging emotions relating to both replacing Mom and developing a sexual relationship. I don't want you to bend me over and fuck me in the first scene, nor do I want you to expect me to be a woman straight away. Instead I want us to go through a caring, loving, and long-term process.

In a partner I'm looking for someone who can write detailed responses, perhaps 3 paragraphs plus per response, and include lots of information about how you think and feel.

My main kinks are romance, feminisation, incest, cumplay/bukkake/gokkun, D/s (with me as the s), outfits and lingerie, build-up, free use, taking orders, name calling and group sex. My limits are u18s, excessive pain, non-con and skat/watersports. Not all these kinks need to be included in the RP, but this should give you a good overview of my likes and dislikes.

I try to respond at least once per day or two, although sometimes real life will get in the way. I write in the first person present, and generally try to write detail, liking around 3 paragraphs per response (although of course that fluctuates). In your response, I'd like you to include a little bit about what you think about this prompt, what direction you see it going in, what your character will be like, and your kinks/limits. The more detail you can include the better, the first message is super important to me, and short or detail-lacking messages are a bit of a turn-off for me. I usually leave prompts up a little while before replying, so don't feel the need to rush your response. I'll try and reply to everyone, but one line messages probably won't get a response.