I’d been given up for adoption as a newborn. The name assigned to me by some random social worker was ‘Frederick Doe’. I changed my name to Frederick Williams when I turned 21. On my 30th birthday I was curious and had plenty of money, so I hired a detective to find my biological parents. I had a lot of hard feelings when I finally met them, but they were kind and quite apologetic.

My father Luke Anderson and his wife Karen never had any more children, only me. With my difficult childhood, which included a lot of abuse and trauma, I’d never married or even had a serious relationship. My parents and I got together every holiday and gradually became quite close.

After two years getting to know each other, they moved to an apartment down the hall from mine. We had dinner together several times a week, and often sat on their sofa with me between them. One very drunken evening, the two kissed me and Mom gave Dad and I blowjobs. We never discussed that embarrassing night, though I wanted more and suspected they did too.

After a few decades, they started having serious health problems. Since they were on fixed incomes and my career was going great, I had them move in with me. One day we signed wills, medical power of attorney, and so-on, to be sure I could take care of them and their affairs as they aged.

Three years later my mother got quite ill and needed to be hospitalized. After a few days she lost consciousness and slipped into a coma. Occasionally we could communicate with her a little, thanks to her brain implant, but most of the time her responses were random bits and pieces of her dreams. Many of them were sex dreams involving me.

Dad and I visited her daily for months, then once or twice a week for the next couple of years. Luckily we were visiting Mom when Dad had a major stroke at age 99. A doctor managed to save him, but he was unable to speak or move more than his eyes. He could chat with the medical staff and I through brain implant messages, but was quite sad about his situation. I had the nurses put him in the same hospital room with my mother, so at least he could see her all the time.

After spending four days awake at the hospital during and after dad’s stroke, I slept an entire day. When I woke I knew I needed to make some very difficult decisions. That evening I placed a call, and sent a very large payment to Doctor Li Corp.

As I specified, I woke half an hour before my parents did. I was laying between them on the king-sized bed in my apartment. After getting up, I walked to the bathroom and pulled the front of my diaper down so I could pee in the toilet. A month wearing diapers would be annoying, but far more than worth it in the long run. I looked in the bathroom mirror and was quite happy with what I saw. Instead of a tired-looking 80-year-old man, my new self was a nineteen-year-old boy with a very smooth face and the beginnings of a blonde moustache.

My happiness increased when I returned to the bedroom. My mother was a beautiful young girl of sixteen. From the shape of the sheet over her, I could tell she’d gotten the size 34-E breasts I’d requested. I looked at the other side of the bed and saw that Dad’s beautiful new face and chest matched hers almost exactly. Other than his small penis, he was a beautiful young lady, too. Both had naturally curly blonde hair which reached their large pink nipples. I knew that with the expensive age-stop treatments I’d paid for, the three of us would look the same for at least sixty years.