Daddy Daughter Day

“I can’t believe we’ve possessed our own teenage daughters, Jim!” Carol stroked her arm in awe.

Jim chuckled, examining his reflection in the hallway mirror, "I know, it's wild. Who would've thought that old spellbook in the attic actually worked?"

Carol twirled a strand of long, blonde hair around her finger, still marveling at the youthful body she now inhabited, "We've got to be careful though. We can't let the girls find out, or worse, our neighbors."

"Relax, honey," Jim said, adjusting his daughter's pleated skirt, "We'll just play it cool for a while, enjoy being young again, and then switch back before anyone's the wiser."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Carol's eyes widened in panic, "Oh no, that must be Becky's boyfriend! What do we do?"

Jim took a deep breath, "Well, I guess I better go answer it.”

He hesitated for a moment, then squared his shoulders and marched towards the front door with an awkward gait.

Carol hissed after him, "Remember, you're supposed to be Becky! Act like a teenage girl!"

Plastering on what he hoped was a convincing smile, Jim opened the door to reveal a tall, lanky boy with tousled hair and a leather jacket. The boy's eyes widened slightly as he looked Jim up and down.

"Hey, uh, Becky," he said, a note of uncertainty in his voice, "I brought the textbook you forgot at my place.”

The boy noticed Carol standing off to the side, “Oh, hey, Amanda!”

“Hey,” Carol croaked back, her eyes darting nervously between Jim-turned-Becky and Becky’s boyfriend.

“So, uh, are your parents home?”

Jim's mind raced, trying to remember how his daughter usually spoke, "Oh, um, no. They're... out. Shopping. For... stuff."

The boyfriend raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing something off, "Right. Well, should we go up and, you know, ‘study’?”

Jim's eyes widened in panic, "Study? Uh, I mean, yeah! Totally.”

Carol mouthed a strong “NO” at Jim, but it was too late. Jim shrugged back at her with a look of panic in his eyes.

Carol watched in horror as Jim disappeared upstairs with Becky's boyfriend. She paced the hallway, wringing her hands and muttering to herself, "This is a disaster. What was he thinking?"

Upstairs, Jim sat awkwardly on the edge of Becky's bed, trying not to fidget as Becky's boyfriend plopped down next to him. The boy leaned in close, his eyes searching Jim's face.

"Are you feeling okay, Becky? You seem... different today."

Jim cleared his throat, pitching his voice higher, "Oh, you know, just tired."

The boyfriend chuckled, "Right. Well, maybe I can help wake you up a bit."

He leaned in for a kiss.

Jim winced as their lips pressed together, not wanting to complicate things for his daughter’s relationship. Then he felt a tongue enter his mouth.

Jim recoiled instinctively, breaking the kiss.

"Whoa there, slow down tiger!" he exclaimed, then cringed at how dad-like that sounded.

The boyfriend pulled back, looking confused and a little hurt, "Uh, sorry. I thought... I mean, we've done this before..."

"Right, of course," Jim stammered, "I just... Maybe we should actually study instead?"

“Oh, come on, Becky… You know the test isn’t for another week…” his hand crept up Jim’s inner thigh.

Jim sat frozen, his heart racing as the boy’s fingers slipped into Becky’s panties and... entered him. Once he got over the initial shock, it actually felt... good. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensation and not the fact that he was making out with his daughter's boyfriend.

He could hear Carol pacing outside the room, probably trying to decide whether or not to intervene. Jim was grateful that she hadn't burst in yet, but also slightly relieved. He wasn't quite sure how he would explain this situation.

The boyfriend's fingers moved inside of him, hitting a spot that made Jim gasp. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by this whole situation. It was strange and wrong and yet... thrilling.

Jim's mind raced as he felt the boyfriend's hardness press against his thigh. This was it, the moment of truth. He should say something, do something to stop this. But the more he tried to think of a reason to push him away, the more his mind went blank.

Jim knew he needed to speak up now or things would go too far, "Wait. I'm... I'm not on birth control."

It was a lame excuse, but it was all he could think of at the moment. To his relief, the boyfriend seemed to hesitate for a split second.

"I’m wearing a condom, silly.”

“Oh …right.”

"A-Alright… Just... go slow, okay?"

The boyfriend nodded, a smug look on his face. He pushed inch by agonizing inch inside of Jim, who bit his lip to muffle any involuntary moans. It hurt more than he expected, but there was also a strange sense of fullness that was oddly arousing.

Carol's gasp caught in her throat as she heard a soft moan from inside the bedroom. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her husband, in their daughter's body, was... No, she couldn't even finish the thought.

The boy thrust deeper and deeper into Jim, who gripped the bedsheets tightly, torn between pleasure and panic. This was so wrong on so many levels, but his daughter's body was responding eagerly to every touch, every thrust.

Jim gasped as the boy's hands cupped his daughter's breasts, sending unfamiliar sensations through his borrowed body. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on anything else, but the pleasure was overwhelming.