Swap Therapy: Dad & Daughter Life Swap Ebook (Patreon)

Chapter 1

Jim sat alone in his dimly lit family room. The TV was silent as the pictures on the screen continued flickering on, ever so lightly illuminating the room. His cup of coffee, on the side table next to his armchair, had gone long cold during his time waiting for his daughter to finally come home. She had told him that she would be home for dinner that evening but had yet to come home after school. The frustration he felt, at her not coming home on time, even when he insisted she be home for dinner, was almost tipping him over the point of pure anger at her behavior.

Looking at the clock on the wall, which read quarter to ten at night, made him stressfully wipe his brow. Feeling the blood rush to his head, Jim slams his meaty-sized left hand on the surface of the nearby side table. This causes the picture on the table to fall over with a loud crack.

“Shit!” Jim mutters as he picks up the picture.

Investigating the frame, he lets out a sigh of relief. However, on inspecting the glass front of the picture he, finds a small crack. Softly running his finger over the crack, he looks down lovingly at the picture of his late wife and his daughter in the frame. The picture is of the three of them at the beach. His wife and daughter are smiling from ear to ear. Giving a wry smile, Jim starts remembering that day at the beach. His daughter, Felicity, was twelve at the time and she had bugged them both to let her try surfing for months.

Thinking back at how bad they all were at surfing and how much fun they all had, he couldn’t help but smile at the memory. Feeling a lump in his throat appear at the sight of them clearly enjoying themselves, he clears his throat. Concentrating his gaze at his late wife and her sparkingly blue eyes, beaming smile, and stunning figure. He feels a single tear roll down his cheek, that he swiftly wipes away.

“Alice, I miss you,” He says softly as he runs his finger over the picture of his late wife.

Jim’s eyes well up as he continues to look at the picture and focuses his attention on himself. Gazing at himself in the picture, he gives a small but deflated chuckle. The girls, that day at the beach, had him doing all the carrying. Jim was in the background of the picture, lugging the surfboards around, and struggling with it. He was somewhat envious of how good he looked in his wetsuit. His wavey brown hair, rugged build, and lack of the emerging beer belly, that he has today. Jim knows he’s let himself go, but understands that his daughter's upbringing is the most important thing for him to concentrate on, especially after Alice’s accident one year ago.

His thoughts turn to his beautiful daughter. Looking at the picture, he couldn’t help but wish for that time back again, when she was fun-loving, just like her mom. Staring at the picture, he started thinking just how much Felicity was starting to look just like her mom, even in the picture taken four years ago. Felicity had inherited her mom’s wavy golden hair and piercing blue eyes. Jim knew that as Felicity got older, he would see Alice in her more and more.

He knew that he’d have to push past the feelings of sorrow every time he looked into his daughter's eyes. Jim wipes a single tear from his cheek, as he delicately places the picture back in its place.

“Why do you have to be so much like your mom?” Jim questions allowed as he looks up at the clock and realizes that Felicity is now four hours late.

At that moment, car headlights beam into the darkened room, as a car pulls onto the driveway out front. Jim turns the TV off so the room becomes completely pitch black. Jumping out of his chair, as his emotions start running high, peeps out of the window. He sees a black car, with a young man sitting behind the wheel. Leaning into the car, from the passaging side, he sees his daughter. He can’t contemplate just how sluty she looked to him. She was wearing high heels, fishnet stockings, a tight tank top, and the shortest skirt he’d ever seen.

His frustration was growing by the minute as he watched her amble up to the front door of the house, barely able to walk in the sluty shoes she had on. Standing in the archway to the family room and front hallway, he waited for her to enter the house. Jim took a deep breath as Felicity slowly and quietly opened the front door, clearly to avoid being caught coming home so late. She opens the door and walks through, slipping off her heels as she does. Just before Felicity can start to creep upstairs to her room, Jim flicks the switch on the hallway light. She stops in her tracks, like a dear in headlights.

“Felicity Iris Wright!” Jim booms. “You were supposed to be back at six today! What do you have to say for yourself, young lady!” Jim questions as he stands arms folded.

“Oh come on!” Felicity moans. “I never agreed to that dad!”

“You don’t get a choice young lady!” Jim asserts, as he grabs her shoulder and gently turns her to face him directly. “You are my responsibility, you need to do as I tell you!”

“How is that fair!?” Felicity complains as she swipes Jim’s hand from her shoulder. “Just because you don’t have a life, doesn’t mean I can’t have one!”

Jim wipes his brow in stress before placing his hand gently on her shoulder once more. “Look, Flic,” He says compassionately, trying not to allow his frustration to boil over. “I had no idea where you’d gone or with who.”

“Take your hand off my shoulder!” Felicity complains. “I was with friends, is that ok with you, Master?” she says sarcastically.

“Flic, it's past ten at night. No, that’s not ok! Why didn’t you send a message or something!” Jim replies. Felicity rolls her eyes and shakes Jim’s hand from her shoulder.

“I didn’t message you, because I knew you’d act like this!” She answers back with fire in her eyes. “Mom would have been ok with it, why aren’t you!” She yells with hurtful intent. Jim, hurt by his daughter's words takes a step back from her. He leans on a nearby wall and tries to shake off her tongue lashing. He looks down at the floor and shakes his head from side to side.

“That’s not fair, Flic,” Jim replies with a hint of sadness.

“Well nothing is fair in this house is it?” Felicity barks back as she starts stamping up the staircase towards her room. “It's your fault she’s not here anymore!”

“Stop right their young lady!” Jim snaps in anger.

“What now!?” Flic grones. “Am I no longer allowed to breathe under your strict rules?”

Jim slams his fist on the nearby side table with a huge thud, frustrated by his daughter's attitude. This almost causes the lamp on the table, to fall over. Glaring directly at her, as she stands frozen, shocked by her father's reaction.

“That’s it, young lady! You aren’t going to prom!” He bellows, causing his whole face to go red.

Tears start appearing in Felicity’s eyes as she stares down at her angry father. She doesn’t know if she wants to burst out into tears or flip out with rage. Her growing emotions make her grip tightly on the handrail to try and keep some control.

“You can’t do that!” She moans, tears now running down her face.

“Yes, I can!” Jim replies, still fuming. “Your not going, end of!”

“Dad, your such a cock!” Felicity cries as she throws her hair scrunchy at him. “I hate you!”

Felicity runs up the rest of the staircase, sobbing. As she reaches her room, she slams the door shut as hard as she can. Jim, at the base of the staircase, can only listen, as the sound of his daughter sobbing uncontrollably in her room, fills the silence. Sitting on the bottom step, he holds his hands in his head.

“Good work, Jim.” He mutters under his breath.

After a few agonizing minutes of listening to Felicity cry, Jim decides he needs to at least try and talk with her. Remembering what his late wife, Alice, used to do for Flic when she was upset, he makes his way into the kitchen. He pours out a glass of milk and grabs some chocolate chip cookies from the cupboards. Making his way up the staircase, to Flic’s room, he can’t help but feel awful. Her crying was almost reminiscent of how upset she was during Alice’s funeral. Gently tapping on her bedroom door a couple of times, he hears her move around in her room.

“Flic, I’ve brought some milk and cookies up. I think she should talk,” Jim says softly through the bedroom door.

“No, I hate you! Go away!” Flic cries back.

Jim knocks again. “Hunny, come on. Let's talk.” He pleads.

“No,” she tearfully replies. “I’m going to sleep now, so just go away!”

Still not getting the hint, Jim doesn’t want to just leave it. He Gives the door another gentle tap, hoping Flic will let him in. No answers as he stands in the hallway, with milk and cookies in hand.

“I just worry about you Flic,” he tries to explain through the doorway, still hoping she will talk with him.

Still no answer. Putting his ear to the bedroom door, he could hear her still sobbing. He felt so dreadful but he also knew it was a lost cause. Arguments with her had started becoming a regular thing ever since Alice died. Jim just didn’t know how to handle her anymore. He didn’t know if it was her hormones or if he just couldn’t relate to her anymore.

All he knew was that he wished his wife was around to support him. Putting the milk and cookies down in front of the door, Jim walked, dejected back to his room. Slumping onto the bed, Jim let out a massive sigh. Roughing up his hair with his hands, he couldn’t help but feel completely lost on what to do with his daughter.

Jim reaches over to his bedside stand and the picture of his wife that he keeps on it. He looks lovingly down at the picture which causes tears to swell in his eyes. Running his finger over the picture of Alice, he starts wondering what she would do. Holding the picture close to his face, he wipes away the tears from his eyes.

“What would you do?” He asks the picture. “I wish you could help me! I wish you could help me understand our daughter!” He cries in pain.

Still clutching the picture, Jim lays back on the bed and looks up at the ceiling. His eyes grow heavy with the weight of the day upon them. He slowly drifts off to sleep. The house is completely silent from that moment on. Neither Jim nor Flic make even a sound as they sleep.

An hour passes as they both sleep without even a single peep. Jim doesn’t notice the picture, of his wife that he is still clutching, starts glowing a deep blue color. His deep sleep is completely undisturbed as the glow gets brighter and brighter. The picture's glow comes to a climax and shines a bright indigo color, which fills the room. Then within a flash of brilliant indigo, the glow was completely gone.

Jim slowly awakes from a deep sleep and his eyes feel sticky and swore. He knew it was now morning time due to the soft warm light flooding into the room. Slowly coming to his senses, after what feels like the deepest sleep he had ever had, he realizes that he is still clutching the picture of his wife from last night. Although he remembers holding the picture, he finds the frame feels completely different from what he is used to. It feels sharper and more textured than the simple wood frame should.

As he brings the picture to his face to investigate, he detects just how odd his movements feel. Shrugging it off as just sleeping in an odd position, he focuses his attention back on the picture. As his slightly burly eyes adjust and focus, he finds himself extremely bewildered as the picture is completely different. The frame was now a pink plastic frame with glitter. To further Jim’s confusion the actual picture was now one of his wife and Felicity when she was thirteen.

Immediately concluding that Flic was playing some sort of unfunny practical joke on him, he roles over slightly, in the bed, and reaches over to the side table to put the picture back. More puzzlement follows as his side table is no longer there. Stressfully rubbing his face with his hands, he tries to remember what occurred before he went to bed.

Looking around the room, it soon becomes clear he is in his daughter's room. The pastel colors, the piles of dirty and clean clothes strewn about the place, the cheerleader's outfit hanging on the back of the door, and Flic’s single bed, that Jim was laying in.

Feeling extremely confused, Jim rubs his face in disbelief. I don’t remember even coming in her last night? He thinks to himself as he rubs his eyes almost redraw. As he rubs his eyes, he stabs his eyebrow with an unexpected sharp fingernail. He flinches and holds his hands in front of his face. His hands are dainty and small, and his fingernails are long and painted black.

“What the hell!” Jim screeches.

Surprised by his high-pitched voice, he grabs hold of his throat to check that it's ok. Patting down his neck several times, he is shocked further at just how soft his skin feels.

“Flic?” His questions allowed as his voice was high-pitched once again. Clearly his throat and giving a small cough he tries talking again.

“Flic?” He says a second time. No answer back as the room is silent. Jim is left confused and very worried as he sits up in his daughter's single bed, trying to work out what has happened.

Jim’s mind is awash with completely alien sensations. The weight and tightness around his chest, the unusual weight of hair on his head, and how light and dainty his body feels. He slowly looks down at himself to be greeted with a sight he’d never seen before.

“I have tits?” He cries as he looks down at them in complete shock. He prods his left tit with a finger and to his dismay, he feels everything. They are one hundred percent real and they are one hundred percent attached to me! He thinks as his mind races. As he continues looking he see’s that his tits are being held by a plain red bra. Reaching around his back, to find the clasp, he confirms that he is indeed wearing a bra.

“What the hell!” Jim moans, as he physically shakes with shock.

Knowing he needed to get out of his daughter’s bed and look in a mirror, he fears for what he might see. Slowly peeling the covers from off his lower body, he reveals his lower half. Past the unexplained tits, he sees a slim hairless waist with a pierced belly button. As he peels more the covers back, he views the rest of his lower half, wearing a pair of what was unmistakeably female short shorts. Bolting out of bed, he rushes over to the standing mirror in the room. He stumbles at first, feeling completely out of sync with his body.

Steadying himself on a nearby piece of furniture, his tits continue to bounce as they slowly come to a rest. Not wanting to have his tits move like that again, he gently tiptoes over the mirror. Not wanting to continue this charade any longer he pounces at the mirror, like a hungry tiger getting its prey. He is startled at his reflection! So much so that his mouth is gaping and his eyes are wide open. Staring back at him, through the mirror, was his daughter!

“What the actual fuck!” Jim screams.

He closes his eyes in a complete panic, as the image in the mirror copies his scream perfectly. Still, with his eyes closed, he slumps to the floor, in front of the mirror. His breathing is labored and his heart feels like it's going to beat straight out of his chest. Sitting on the floor, with his eyes closed, gives him a second to think about what’s going on. He instantly opens his eyes, as if he’d come to a painful realization.

“Where is my daughter?” He questions the mirror in panic.

Without a second's warning, he dashes for the door. Swinging it open as fast as he could. His mind had started going into overdrive, running through scenarios of what might have happened to Felicity. Instinctively, he rushes down the hall and towards his bedroom. His tits now bouncing like mad, he pushes through the discomfort, due to his worry for her. He reaches the door, which is closed, and grabs hold of the door handle. This makes him feel even more uncomfortable as he then realizes just how short he now is. Ignoring that, he swings open the door and finds someone is sleeping in his bed.

“Flic!” He cries as he enters the room, wincing hard at his feminine voice as he does.

A low-pitched moan occurs as the person turns in the bed. “What?” the person answers back.

“Felicity, is that you?” Jim asks franticly.

“Yeah,” She grumbles, “What do you want?”

Jim lets out a huge sigh of relief. Knowing that his daughter was ok was a huge weight off his shoulders. Jim moves closer to the bed as Flic starts sitting up. He watches as a very familiar male figure emerges from the covers.

“Wow, I sound rough this morning,” Flic says as sits up in the bed and rubs her throat.

“That’s not the half of it!” Jim replies with a surprised gasp. “Felicity, is that defiantly you?”

“Yes, it's me!” She snaps back, as she looks around the room confused. “Where am I?” she asks confused, still rubbing her throat.

“You're in my room,” Jim answers. Flic looks around the room baffled, then as she looks at Jim and doesn’t recognize him.

“This is my dad's room!” Flic says with confidence. “I don’t remember sleeping in here,” she pauses and gawks at Jim. “Also, who are you?”

“Take a good look at me,” Jim answers as she strikes a pose. “Do I not look familiar?”

“I can see you are wearing my clothes, are you someone my dad knows?” She replies. Flic then rubs her throat again. “Why is my voice so deep?”

“Felicity!” Jim cries. “Wake up and smell the coffee girl! We’ve swap bodies! Just look down at yourself!” He exclaims annoyed at her lack of observation.

Felicity looks down at herself with an unbelieving expression. Her eyes grow wide and her face becomes panicked as it starts to dawn on her. Swiftly she brings her hands to her face and lets out an audible gasp as she stares at them.

“Look how hairy my arms are!” She cries as she then reaches for her chest. “I’ve lost my tits!”

In a blind panic, she continues patting herself down and investigating her body with her hands. Jim just stands and watches, as his daughter goes through the same process as he did, just minutes earlier. Flic stops dead and gives Jim a worried look.

“Please tell me I don’t have!” she says as she frantically throws the covers open and looks in her boxers. “Fucking hell! I’ve got a penis!” Felicity screams.

As she screams she jumps out of the bed and stands as if she’d soiled herself. Walking over to the mirror in the room, she peers into the mirror. As soon as she sees the reflection looking back at her, her eyes start welling up. Jim also starts to whimper as he watches his little girl get distressed. Felicity looks over at Jim, eyes streaming with tears.

“Dad, is that you in there?” She asks whimpering

Jim wipes tears from his eyes and nods. “Yeah, it’s me in your body. I have no idea what's going on! The last thing I remember, we’d had a fight and we’d both gone to bed.” Jim explains.

Jim then moves in towards Flic and opens his arms for a cuddle. “Come here Hunny,” He says with a smile. “We will work this out.”

“We better do! Look at me! I’m covered in hair, I’ve got a penis and I feel totally gross!” Felicity moans as she brushes her father's advance for a hug away. She then sits down on the side of the bed, weary not to sit on her new cock and balls. She then looks Jim up and down with a look of disgust that only a teenage girl could produce.

“Gross!” she exclaims. “My dads in my body!”

Jim holds his head in shame as his daughter's words hurt him deeply. Wiping the tears from his eyes he looks up at her.

“Thanks for that!” he groans and steadies himself. “Look, sweetie, we need to work out how this happened so we can reverse it. I went to bed straight after we talked last night. I remember looking at my picture of Alice just as I was falling asleep.” Jim suggests as he tries to brush off her hurtful comments.

“So?” Flic responds sarcastically. The way only teenage girls can.

Jim starts rubbing his chin as if he was trying to work out a puzzle. Put off by how smooth his daughter's face is, he promptly stops. His attention soon shifts as he looks at the bed, that Flic is sitting on. He starts frantically searching the bed.

“Dad, what on earth are you looking for?” Flic asks with a raised eyebrow.

“When I woke up in your body this morning, I was clutching the picture of your mum that you keep by the side of your bed,” Jim says as he starts searching under the covers.

“Yeah, and?” Flic replies.

Jim stops as looks at her. “Aha!” He exclaims as he pulls the picture of Alice from underneath one of the pillows on the bed. “I was holding this picture last night when I fell asleep. I guess you were doing the same thing and holding your picture last night?” He questions.

“Yeah,” Flic says looking bashful. “This is going to sound so silly, but I often talk to her at night,”

“Not silly at all!” Jim tells her as a grin appears across his face. Sitting next to his daughter on the bed he says, “I often talk to her too!”

Jim hands the picture to his daughter and gives her a smile. “Can you believe this?” He questions his daughter, as she takes hold of the picture. “I can’t believe that my little girl is a guy,” he continues, looks at Felicity.

“Don’t remind me,” Flic says, pulling a face. “I dare not even think about what's hiding in these boxers I’m wearing!”

“Don’t be afraid of it!” Jim laughs. “That’s where half of you came from!”

Flic scoffs at her father's remarks and playfully pushes him with one hand. Not understanding her new strength, she pushes him clean off the bed and onto the floor with a thud.

“Ouch!” Jim complains as he gets up off the floor and rubs his behind.

“Sorry!” Flic says with a little shock. “I’m not used to being this strong!”

“It's ok Hunny,” Jim says sits back on the bed next to her. “Plus it's your body you just bruised!

“Do you miss Mom?” Felicity then asks as she turns her attention back to the picture of Alice. Tears start appearing from her eyes as she asks. Jim, with his now very dainty feminine hands, takes hold of one of Flic’s hands. Finding that his hands are now so small compared to hers, he uses both his hands to grab her one.

“Felicity,” He says looking up at her. “Your Mom was my best friend and soul mate! When I think about her, my heart psychically aches with pain. You aren’t the only one that talks with her at night.”

Flic breaks down into tears. “I wished for her to help make you understand me more last night!” She cries. “I think I’m the reason why we’ve swapped bodies!” she says between weeps of anguish.

Jim, holding his daughter's now large hand as tight as he could, tries to comfort her. “Felicity,” He says as he gets up and stands in front of her. “I wished for help understanding you last night as well! Sounds like we both wished for the same thing.”

“Really?” she questions as she wipes the tears from her eyes.

“I guess it would seem like it’s both our faults!” He laughs. “I wished to understand my daughter, now I am my daughter.”

Flic continues wiping tears from her face as a small smile starts appearing on her face. “So I guess you are going to get your way now huh?” She asks.

“How’d you mean?” Jim replies

“Well, you banned me from going to prom last night, remember? Now I’m you, an old guy, there is no way my date is going to want to go with me anymore!”

Rubbing the back of his head, Jim shrugs his shoulders. “Yeah, I guess so” He mutters.

Throwing herself back onto the bed, Flic lets out a huge huff and a sigh. “My life is ruined! I was going to be prom Queen! I couldn’t be further from that dream right now! To make things worse, I think the most popular guy in school was going to ask me to prom today!”

Just as quickly as she’d thrown herself backward, Flic sits up. Her face was bright, like she’d just come up with the best idea since sliced bread. Jim looked at her uneasy.

“Dad! I have an idea!” she says excitedly. “If you go to school as me today, Peter will still ask me out! Then I could stay home and work out how to change us back! Then once we are back to normal I could go to the prom, with Peter, and be prom queen!” She continues as she leans forward, with her hands together, keenly awaiting her father's response.

Jim’s uneasy face turns to one of worry. “Felicity, you want me to go to school like this? Pretend to be you? Pretend to be a teenage girl?” He questions while looking down at himself.

Felicity nods feverishly, with a massive smile on her face. “Please! I know you can do it!”

“Shit!” Jim exclaims. “I guess I wanted to understand you. What better way is there to get to know you than being you.”

“Yay!” Flic squeals, making them both uncomfortable seeing such a sound come from a grown man. She then wags a finger in Jim's face, as if she was telling him off. “Don’t swear young lady!” she boom, doing her best impression of her father.

Jim puts his hand on his hips and pulls a sassy pose. “Whatever!” He exclaims, doing an impression of her back.

“Funny!” Flic responds giggling.

“I thought so,” Jim laughs back. “Should I go make us from breakfast?” he says as he leaves the room, grabbing his dressing gown from the hook on the back of the door.

“Erm, Dad,” Flic says stopping Jim in his tracks. “That won't fit you, remember. Maybe you should go grab mine from my room?”

“Oh, right,” Jim says, putting the dressing gown back on the hook.

“It’s a lovely pink number!” Flic smiles. “You'll look super cute!”

“Cute? Brilliant!” Jim mumbles sarcastically as he leaves the room and heads to Flic’s room.

Flic smiles and leans back on the bed as Jim leaves the room. “Just wait and see what you're going to have to wear for school,” She whispers under her breath while grinning from ear to ear.

Chapter 2

Jim moves swiftly around the kitchen, in his daughter's pink dressing gown. Cooking eggs and bacon for them both for breakfast, he feels a little bit of normality. This is quickly shattered as he has to grab a chair to get up into the high cupboards to reach the plates. Flic wasn’t tiny, but her five-foot-five stature wasn’t the same as the six-foot-one that Jim was used to. He grumbled as he pulled the chair up against the kitchen cabinet so he could reach the plates. Serving up the food, he places the breakfast out onto the table.

“Flic, breakfast is ready!” He shouts out. He finds himself somewhat put out with how high-pitched his voice went.

Jim sits down and starts eating his food as he waits for Flic to join him. He doesn’t have to wait long before Flic comes bounding into the room. To Jim’s surprise, she’d got herself dressed in his clothing. She’d put on all athletic gear, proudly wearing one of Jim’s old college tracksuits.

“Oh my days,” Jim reacts. “Where did you find that old thing?”

“In the back of your cupboard!” Flic says as she strikes a somewhat feminine pose. This causes her father to put down his fork full of food and wince with embarrassment.

Flic sits across from Jim at the kitchen table. She is grinning from ear to ear like she has something to tell her father, that she thinks he is not going to want to hear. Picking up a fork and loading it with food, she raises it to her mouth. Just before taking a bite, she stares at her Dad, across the table and smiles. Jim, realizing Flic has something she wants to say, stares back worried.

“What is it?” He asks with concern on his face.

Flic just lets out a little laugh as she takes a mouth full of food. Her eyes grow wide with delight as she watches her father pulls a slightly annoyed face. Moaning out with pleasure, as she chews her food, she takes her time to swallow.

“Young lady,” Jim blurts out annoyed. “Tell me why you are acting so suspicious! Did you do something to my body you shouldn’t have?” He questions, worried about the answer.

Flic gulps down her mouth full of food and laughs. “No, I didn’t do anything to your body!” She says laughing. “Although, I wouldn’t mind shaving some of this excess hair. It makes me feel a little dirty.”

Jim rolls his eyes. “Well, what is it you are so happy about! The last time I looked, we are in a bit of a predicament here….. not something I’d laugh about!” He complains.

Flic stares him dead in the eye and her expression becomes very smug. “Two things just happened that I’m very excited about,” She explains, giving her father a wink in the process.

“Stop stalling and just tell me!” Jim says frustrated. He winces again at how much he just sounded like his daughter.

“Well, firstly, I rang up your work and told them I was ill and that I wasn’t coming into work today,” Flic says loading another fork full of food.

“You did what!” Jim complains, Giving his daughter the usual disapproving look.

“That disappointed look doesn’t work on my face dad,” She points and laughs. “So, yeah, that’s not even the best part. The lady on the other end of the phone. Emma, right? She clearly has the hots for you dad, because she’s going to bring me around some soup later to help me get better.”

Jim lets out a huff in annoyance. “So I have to go to school as a teenage girl, but you get to sit at home all day?”

“Yup,” Flic replies putting the fork load of food into her mouth. “The second thing,” she continues talking with her mouth full. “I’ve set out your outfit for today, it's all on my bed upstairs!” She grins, showing her mouth full of food.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full young lady!” Jim demands, riled by Flic’s smug attitude.

Shutting her mouth and swallowing the rest of the food, Flic then puts elbows onto the table and places her head into her hands. “Dad, you know I’m not a young lady anymore right?” she moans.

Jim raises his eyebrow. “Right, right” He replies. “You're not a young lady, because you are me, a grown man. Me calling you a young lady is calling myself a young lady, right?” He muses.

Flic tilts her head slightly, still holding it up with her hands. “Well yeah, I guess I am a grown man at the moment, and that is totally gross, but that wasn’t what I meant and you know it!” She explains.

Jim sits back in his chair, realizing it's time for an honest and uncomfortable conversation. He takes a big breath in before he speaks. “Look, Felicity, if you want to be treated like an adult you need to act like one.”

“What! I stay out longer than you said, one time, and I’m that means I have to be treated like a child!” Flic angrily replies as she lifts her head and slams her fork down on the table. The table wobbles with her newfound strength. “This is why we aren’t getting on Dad, you aren’t letting my life!” Flic continues.

“Young lady!” Jim yells. Trying his best to seem intimidating but comes across as bratty. “I’m your dad and I’m responsible for you. Meaning you have to do as I ask!” He continues, with a fast high pitched voice.

Flic leans back in her chair and pulls a smirk. “No, no your not!” Flic chuckles. “Look at yourself, you are a little girl, I don’t need to listen to you anymore! You, on the other hand, are a teenage girl and you need to listen to me, your father.”

Jim stands up with force, throwing his chair backward. He leans forward on the table and tries to make his presence know. He looks Flic deep in the eye as she leans in her chair with a grin. “Young lady, I will not be spoken to like that!” He whines.

“How dear you!” Flic shouts as she slowly stands and towers over Jim. Looking down at him, she grits her teeth, as Jim has done many times to her. “Felicity Wright!” She booms. “You speak to me, your father, like that again and you’ll be cleaning the toilets for a month! Do you understand young lady?

Jim steps back away from the table. He finds himself very intimidated by his daughter's new stature compared to his. He averts his gaze and lets out a massive huff. “This is not fair!” He complains as he folds his arms and pouts.

“Get used to it girl,” Flic says while sitting back in her chair. “Right, enough of this. Young lady, you need to go get ready for school!” She continues as the grin appears on her face once more.

“Fuck sake,” Jim mutters under his breath as he starts walking away from the table. “I’m only doing what you’ve said because I don’t want you to get in trouble for being late,” He triumphantly declares as he nears the door to the room.

“Whatever!” Flic calls out as Jim exits the kitchen. “If you need any help getting ready…. sweetie, let me know!” Flic laughs mockingly as Jim stomps up the staircase.

As he reaches the top of the stairs, Jim looks at his daughter's bedroom door and lets out a sigh. Slowly pushing the pale pink door open, he sees the clothes his daughter has laid out for him on her bed. Letting out an annoyed huff, he stands over the clothes and hesitates. Picking up the skimpy pair of black panties she’d laid out, he wonders why his daughter even has underwear like it.

“Do you like those?” Flic asks as she stands watching him in the doorway.

“I didn’t buy these for you.... did I?” He asks as dangles the skimpy panties in front of his face.

Flic smiles and giggles. “No dad you didn’t! I wouldn’t be seen dead buying underwear with you. No offense.”

“Do I have to wear these?” Jim asks as he uses his hands to stretch them out.

“Would you rather wear one of my thongs?” Flic asks as she walks over to her drawers.

“No!” Jim blurts out.

“You sure?” She smiles

“No thank you, Felicity,” Jim replies this time with a calmer tone.

Turning his attention to the rest of the clothing on the bed he picks up the pair of white skinny jeans. Jim knew, from doing the laundry, how small these jeans are when he held them in his body. However, as he picked them up with his daughter's hands, they looked so much bigger and like they’d actually fit him.

“With my red flats and my red oversized jumper, those jeans look super cute!” Flic says as she picks up the red jumper and holds it up to herself.

“If you say so,” Jim replies as he scratches his head and ruffles his long hair.

As he does, clumps of hair fall in front of his eyes. Frustrated by it, he swipes at it, like someone franticly swiping away a fly.

“Dad, sit here,” She says to him. Almost feeling sorry for him, with how out of his depth he is, Flic grabs her father by his shoulders and guides him to the chair in front of her vanity mirror. Grabbing her brush from the table, she starts running it through his long golden blonde hair.

“Ouch!” Jim complains as Flic hits a few knots in his hair.

Flic looks at him through the mirror and gives him a disapproving look. “Mom used to do this for me all the time.” She softly explains as she continues brushing.

Silence fills the room as Jim watches his own body brush his long blonde hair. The minutes pass as he watches his hair go from a bird's nest to straight and beautiful. He couldn’t help but smile as he uses these moments to notice just how much his daughter was becoming a beautiful young woman. The irony for him was that all it took for him to notice, was being in the shoes of this blossoming young lady.

“You remind me of her more and more every day,” he says with a hit of melancholy.

“I do?” She answers happily as she pulls his hair tight and puts it into a ponytail.

“I look into these eyes,” He says as he points to his eyes in the mirror. “I look into your beautiful blues and I see Alice staring back at me.”

“I’d never noticed just how blue my eyes are,” Flic answers as she stands to Jim's side, putting clips into his bangs to keep his hair in place.

“Thank you,” Jim says as he shakes his head from side to side, allowing his hair to flick around behind him. Two small whisps of hair fall either side of his face. Gently touching the fringe his daughter has put in, he worries about messing up the perfect stripe of hair that is going from the right side of his forehead down to just about his left eye. Flic pulls his hair tight again as she adjusts his ponytail to ensure it’s nice and tight.

“Much nicer now it's not in my eyes,” he smiles.

“It’s an easy style to do and I look great, right?” She replies as she puts the brush back down on the table. “Want me to teach you later how to do it?” She asks.

“Yeah, that sounds good!” Jim replies enthusiastically. Swishing his hair again and smiling into the mirror he says. “I look like the sort of girl, a boy would love to bring home to meet the parents!”

A little thrown back by her father referring to himself as a girl, Flic giggles. “Would you like to have a boy want you to meet his parents?” She asks with a raised eyebrow.

Jim’s face goes bright red with embarrassment. “No, I’m just paying you a compliment… alright!”

Sitting on the bed and leaning back, Flic looks at the clock on the wall and sighs. “Playing dress-up with you is fun dad, but you really need to get dressed. The school bus will be here soon and you absolutely need you to be there today!”

“Why?” Jim questions, turning in his seat to face her. “Aren’t you worried I’m going to make you look a fool in front of all your friends and classmates?”

“I am a little, but if Maddie is to be believed, Mike is going to ask me out to prom today!” Flic says with glee in her eyes. “So I need you to be there. Please don’t mess this up for me!” She pleads.

“Who said I’m letting you go to prom?” Jim replies with a furrowed brow.

“Well, I’m the dad right now so……,” She pauses. “We don’t have time for this! Can you just get ready!” Flic answers as she ushers her dad to get up and start putting on his outfit.

“Ok, ok” Jim replies as he picks up the nearest item of clothing. “Can you give me some privacy?” He asks

“You’re in my body dad!” Flic replies slightly irritated.

“You dressed my body without me seeing!” Jim retorts, like a bratty teenager.

“Fine!” Flic huffs and quickly leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. “Just let me know if you need help putting on my bra?” She shouts to him through the door.

Felicity waits patiently outside her own room. Inspecting her father's fingernails, she hears her father shuffle around and mutter to himself through the door. Waiting for him to finish, she pulls a disgusted face when she sees the state of them. Used to pristine and lovely long nails, she winces at the sight of her now unkept, bitten, and dirty nails. She uses her nails to clean under the dirty ones.

“You almost done?” She asks while biting off a hangnail.

“I think so,” Her father shouts back. “I think I’m putting this stuff on right!”

Felicity leans into the door. “Your tits go inside the cups of the bra,” She jokes. “Please don’t mess your hair up!”

Feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket, she moves away from the door and leans on the wall nearby. She unlocks her phone to see a message from Maddison.

I’ve saved you a seat on the bus! See you soon Fliss, The message reads.

Flic responds with a thumb’s up emoji.

Sliding her phone back into her pocket she quickly rubs her face. “Dad you better not mess this up for me,” She mutters as she stressfully rubs her forehead. “If I am going to be prom queen, I need to go with Mike.” She pauses, sighs, and looks up at the ceiling. “God, why the hell did this have to happen today of all days!” She complains under her breath.

Her phone once again vibrates, causing her to snap out of her melancholy state. Knowing that it was likely Maddie messaging her again, she causally removes the phone from her pocket. Looking at the time on the screen, Flic starts getting rather nervous that her father is going to miss the bus.

“Come on dad!” She moans. “You're going to be late! How hard is it to put a pair of jeans and a jumper on! At this rate, I’m not going to have time to do your makeup!”

Hearing her father shuffling around faster, she unlocks her phone and reads the message from Maddison

Are you wearing those jeans that Mike said you looked cute in? the message reads.

Maddie, I’m not feeling myself today. If I start acting a little weird can you help me? Flic writes back. She doesn’t even give Maddison a second to reply before she types the next message.

Mads, I haven’t had time to do my makeup. Can you help me apply it on the bus? Maybe you can do that smokey eye look you do, on me? Flic frantically types back, acutely aware of the time.

Flic feels her phone vibrate, as Maddie replies, but at that moment her bedroom door creaks open. Flic, see’s her father peaking through the crack of the door, looking very timid. Jim catches Flics eyes and instantly looks away.

“Come on dad!” Flic complains as she puts a little pressure on the door to open it.

Reluctantly, Jim allows his daughter to push open the door. Feeling extremely self-conscious about the way he currently looks, he doesn’t make eye contact with her as she enters the room.

“Felicity, I feel absolutely ridiculous!” Jim complains as he flaps both of his arms, causing the overside jumper to cover his hands. “I mean look at me, this jumper doesn’t even fit me properly! It's so big, it keeps falling off my shoulders and the sleeves are far too long!” He continues as he pulls one hand out of a sleeve and readjusts the jumper around his neck.

Felicity gives her father and dirty. “Trust me, that outfit looks lovely on me,” She snorts. “Your jumper is meant to fall down to onside. If your bra and tank top strap are on show on one side, you are wearing it right,” She continues as she helps him adjusts.

“Today is going to be painful isn’t it?” Jim retorts as he pulls a sulky face. “I’m really not sure I can pretend to be you Flic. I’m not a teenage girl. I have no idea how to be one!”

Looking at the clock on the wall, Flic rolls her eyes in frustration. “Maddison is going to help you, ok!?” Flic asserts. “She’s waiting for you on the bus and she said she’d do your makeup. However, If you are going to catch that bus, you need to leave right now!”

Flic starts gently pushing her father out of the room and towards the staircase. Her much larger size makes it extremely easy to get Jim to move in the direction she wants. Grabbing her satchel, as they leave the room, Flic throws it over Jim’s head and down onto his shoulder. They both trundling down the stairs. This makes Jim even more uncomfortable as his hair and tits bounce around like mad. Reaching the front door to the house, Jim turns before opening the door with a worried look.

“Flic, I haven’t got my phone!” He panics with a whiny voice.

Reaching into her pocket, Flic pulls out her phone and holds it in front of Jim. “This is your phone now!” She explains as she passes off to him as a ceremonial baton.

Jim looks at the rose gold iPhone and gives his daughter a confused look. “Are you sure?” He asks as she tries stuffing it in his jeans front pocket.

“Yes!” She blurts out, throwing the door open and almost pushing him out. “I will use your phone, for now, if you need anything, message me!”

Chapter 3

I powerwalks down the path, thudding his feet as he walks towards the bus stop. Adjusting his satchel strap, letting out a groan, due to it digging into my now scrawny shoulder. Standing beside the road, his hair blows gently in the breeze and he feels its chill on his exposed shoulder.

“What's the game plan here Jim,” I mutter to myself as I fold my arms, trying his best to hide my extremely feminine teenage figure.

Before I could think, the sound of a clattering old engine emerges from around the corner. Seconds later the dull sunshine yellow school bus comes into the view. Looking back at the house, I start to wonder if I could sprint back and get inside before anyone sees me. Knowing that it is indeed too late, I start feeling butterflies in his stomach.

“God I hope that I’m just nervous and not coming on her period,” I moan as I pat my stomach lightly.

With a rush of wind and the smell of old oil, the bus pulls up in front of my face. My hair flutters in the wake, as the bus hisses to a stop. The doors fold open with a clank, as the driver stares aimlessly at the road ahead. I can hear the roar of the kids inside the bus, chatting and messing around. Having flashbacks of his time at school, I feel the heat of anxiety clutch my body as the nausea sets in.

“Remember your doing this for your little girl,” I mumble as I take his first step onto a school bus in over twenty years.

“What did you say, Missy?” The gruff-looking driver grumbles as I shuffle past.

“Oh Nothing,” I reply with a sheepish grin.

“Good, go and sit down!” The driver complains, as the bus doors close with a snap and bang.

Like something from a nightmare, I stand at the front of an almost full school bus. The smell of sweaty teenage boys and cheap perfume fills my nose. Butterflies, now feeling like they are raving in my stomach, as I try to figure out where to sit. Taking my first step further down the bus, I can’t help but notice a lot of the kids staring at me. Feeling a little flush as blood rushes to my face, I imagine myself looking as bright as a tomato.

“Fliss, Fliss!” He hears as I spot Flic’s best friend, Maddison, waving like a crazy person.

A ten-tone weight feels like it’s been lifted from off my shoulders. Here was someone who I kinda knew and she had a free seat next to her. I give her a small wave back and can’t help but smile from ear to ear. Rushing over to sit with her. I throw the satchel to the ground and parks his much more squishy female bum on the seat.

“Hey, little miss sunshine!” Maddie says as she softly leans her head on my shoulder. “Did your dad go mad about last night?”

“Yes, I was very irresponsible,” I assert, almost forgetting his situation.

“Wow, you almost sound like him,” Maddie says as she sits back up in her seat. “Did he brainwash you or something? Is that why you said that you’re not feeling yourself today?” She questions with a giggle and a playful hand tap.

“When did I say that?” I question as the bus pulls away with a rumble and buzz.

Watching his house disappear from sight, I can’t help but notice how the vibrations from the bus feel completely different to him. Wiping my brow, as the sensual feelings from his crutch and the butterflies in his stomach make me feel uneasy.

“Are you feeling ok Fliss?” Maddie questions. “You messaged me this morning saying you don’t feel yourself. I just wondered why and if you wanted to talk about it?” Maddie asks with a concerned tone in her voice.

“Oh, I see. Nah, I’m ok. Just a little nervous today,” I reply as I face Maddie and try to give her a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry girl! I’m one hundred percent sure that Mike is totally into you and wants to take you to prom!” Maddie says as she gives a calming smile back.

“Grovey!” I retort with an eye roll.

Maddison then reaches over to my farside leg and with one swift action, turns me in my seat, so that I’m facing her.

“We need to do your makeup. Sit as still as you can Fliss, ok!” Maddison asserts as she pulls out a makeup bag from her handbag.

Raising his hand, I give her a little peace sign. Maddison reacts and gives a sideways smirk, then empties some items out onto the space between them on the bus seat.

Looking at the various items on the seat, my vision becomes blurred as I blankly stare. The butterflies start doing an energetic dance in my belly as sit as still as a statue, craning my neck towards Maddison as she prepares to start doing my makeup.

“Erm, Fliss?” Maddison questions as she holds a brush in front of my face. “Can you look up and face me, so I can do your foundation.”

“Oh, sure,” I meekly answer back as I come to terms with the fact that I’m about to have my makeup done in front of an entire bus of strangers.

The soft brush touches my forehead, tickling me as the powder takes hold of my skin. It almost felt alien to me as the feel of the product, on my skin, is almost like a second layer of skin. As Maddison moves down my face, covering it entirely, I breathe a sense of relief as she tells me she is done.

“Are we finished?” I said hopefully.

Maddison gives me a stupid look. “You are acting very weird today Fliss,” She claims as she picks up a color palate. “You must be really nervous about Mike.”

“Mike, yeah, that’s right. I’m really nervous,” I explain as I rub the back of my head, knowing I need to do a better job of this teenage girl thing.

“Look, just sit back, and relax,” Maddison says as she gently rests her warm, soft hand on my shoulder.

“Thank you,” I say as I sigh a sense of relief. “Flic….. err, I’m very lucky to have a friend like you,” I splutter, as I almost say something stupid.

“You better believe it!” Maddison says with a smirk as she holds another type of brush in front of my eyes.

As I sit back in my chair, I allow myself to enjoy the attention that Maddison was giving to me. The soft brushes, the delicate touches of her fingers as she smears and blends. I was in ASMR heaven as my skin got an almost spa-like treatment, with Maddison tenderly whispering in my ear, asking me to pout or open and close my eyes. Drifting off in my mind, I allow myself to watch Maddison as she works passionately on my face.

I’d never noticed before how much Maddison had grown up. She is becoming quite a stunning young lady. Her full and wavey long brown hair, which cascades down her face and sides, makes her look like the sort of girl from a fancy beauty magazine. I knew under the baggy hoody and jeans, that she is wearing, was going to be a rocking body with all the curves in the correct place.

I frown at my thoughts. This was my teenage daughter's best friend! I should not be thinking about her in that way! My frown turns to one of grimace as it occurs to me that even if I want to get with her, I couldn’t. Me being in my daughter's body means I’m not really equipped for that anymore!

“All done!” Maddie sings as she thrust a small mirror out in front of my face.

Snapping out of my daydreaming I focus my attention on the small mirror and the face staring back at me. I knew my daughter was growing up fast but I found myself gobsmacked at just how mature she looked wearing makeup. Snatching the mirror from Maddie’s hand I look at my face in disbelief. It wasn’t the female face looking back at me that had me shocked. It was just how much Flic had started looking like her mother! My heart raced as I could have sworn, for a moment, Alice was staring back at me through the mirror!

“Oh my god!” I exclaim.

Maddie smiles. “I’ve got you covered, girl!” Maddison says. “There is no way Mike could resist you today!”

The bus comes to an abrupt stop as I hand back the mirror to Maddie. I peek out the window to see we’d finally arrived at Flic’s school. My palms start becoming clammy as I realize that I’m about to go back to high school.

The school bus comes alive with chatter, laughing and movement as all the kids on the bus pick up their bags and start heading for the exit of the bus. I reluctantly reach down for Flic’s satchel and place it on my shoulder.

“Fliss, Look!” Maddie exclaims as she excitedly points out of the bus window. “We should go talk to Mike right now!”

I’d never actually met this Mike guy. Felicity had never spoken about him or brought him back to the house for me to meet him. Very interested in what this guy looked like, I quickly get to my feet and stare out the window. Maddison points at a group of teenagers sitting on the steps out front of the school main entrance. Several boys in the group, I had no idea which one was Mike.

“Where is he?” I question, pretending I couldn’t see him in the hopes she would describe him further.

“Fliss open your eyes, he's right there!” She says with a slightly off tone. “He’s wearing the black leather jacket he always wears!”

Thankfully for me, only one guy was wearing a leather jacket. So this the guy, I thought to myself. The boy band floppy hair, the tight skinny jeans, and the biker's leather jacket. My first impression was that he is the bad boy type. Might explain why my daughter has been acting up recently!

“A bit cliché,” I mutter under my breath. This causes Maddison to look at me with confusion.

“Okay?” Maddison says with upwards affliction. “Do you wanna go talk to him?” She asks as she places a hand on my shoulder.

I nod in response as I give Maddie a focused driven look. I knew that this was what my daughter wanted. I had to do this for her. She wouldn’t let me live it down if I messed this up. If I was to mend our fractured relationship, I had to man up and get this boy to ask me out!

Stepping down the steps on the bus, I feel the morning sunshine hit my face and the wind in my long hair. Would be something to smile about usually but my nerves were starting to get the better of me. If Maddison wasn’t holding my hand and pulling me towards the group of kids, I think I would have bolted for the nearest bush. I’d experienced a lot in my life to this point, but the anxiety of a teenage girl approaching her crush was something different. He wasn’t my crush but I felt the worry of rejection all the same.

“Hi, Guys!” Maddison chirps as we approach the group of four.

The group is consisting of Mike, a preppy-looking girl, and two other boys. The response to Maddie’s greeting looked like it fell on death ears as Mike uncomfortably looks away and the girl in the group gives us a frown. I had no idea who these guys are but the way the teenage girl was looking at me, gave me chills. She looked super try hard with her tight buttoned blouse and black pleated short skirt. She had her dirty blonde hair in an untidy bun on top of her head. Her heeled boots gave her a slight advantage to my height but her makeup made her look like a clown. The sort of job I’d do with my makeup if it wasn’t for the expertise of Maddison.

“Oh, Hi Maddison,” The girl in the group responds sarcastically as she looks at us like scum.

Maddison, like a pro, ignores the bratty girl. Me, I didn’t know where to look or how to act.

“Fliss, stand a little more like a beautiful lady and less like a football player,” Maddison whispers in my ear.

I try my best to look attractive to this kid, by sticking out my hips and chest. I felt so stupid. What the hell was I doing!? My efforts are completely wasted as Mike doesn’t even acknowledge my existence. I remember how I felt when Alice entered a room when I was his age. Tongue-tied and nervous. This kid looked like he’d rather sink into the ground if that meant he didn’t have to look at me. Jerk! I thought to myself. My daughter is well out of your league!

“Mike?” Maddison asks slightly annoyed. “Aren’t you going to say hello to Fliss?”

“Hi,” He reluctantly responds as he gets to his feet. Still not even giving me a glance. “Guys, let's head in,” He commands the rest of the group.

My fist clench, causing my longer nails to dig into my palm. “Oi you,” I shout as my voice gives a high-pitched crack.

Surprised by my reaction he glances at me before shrugging and turning away. The annoying preppy girl giggles and the other boys scoff. Really digging my nails into my palms, I reach out and grab this little shit by the collar. Losing myself in the moment, I pull him back towards me.

“Ask me out you, little shit!” I shout in his face with a fiery passion.

Mike’s face was priceless. He looked like he was about to shit his pants! His shocked expression matched only by the worry in his eyes. Not allowing him to shake my grip, I hold him tight. His actions had pissed me off something rotten. I wasn’t going to let him just walk away!

“Get off him you crazy bitch!” The preppy girl screams. “He’s going to prom with me!”

Stunned by her screams, I let go of him. He scoffs and turns away. I didn’t know what to do. He was supposed to ask my daughter out. Now he’s going with this girl?

“Wait!” I plea. “You're supposed to be going with me!”

The preppy girl burst out into laughter as she turns back to face me. She flicks the hair out of her face as she steps closer. Stunned, I stand dejected staring into her smug face. Her clown-like makeup only just hiding the disdain in her eyes.

“You had your chance!” She spits “Mike doesn’t want a little girl who runs home to daddy. He wants a real woman!”

“What are you saying!?” I question in disbelief.

The girl just gives me a sidewards smirk and turns away. “Mike, spell it out for this poor little girl, will ya!” She proclaims.

Mike turns back around to face me. His face is red with embarrassment. I knew I’d made him look silly in front of his friends but he didn’t look angry or annoyed.

“Sorry Fliss,” He says softly as he places his hand gently on my shoulder and looks deep into my eyes. I could feel the emotions welling up in me. My vision becoming slightly blurred as my eyes welled up. I was failing my daughter!

“I did want to go with you,” He explains. “I don’t want to go with a girl who is going to go running back home to please her father as soon as the first dance is finished.”

Tears now running down my cheeks. I quickly place my hand onto his, to try and hold him in place. “Mike, that won’t happen!” I plea.

He gives a smug smirk but swipes his hand quickly off my shoulder, leaving me slumping in rejection. “Fliss,” he says. “I’m going with Sophie.”

Tears now streaming down my face and into my mouth. I taste the bitter, salty taste, as the group walks away from both me and Maddison. I couldn’t believe this! Was this my fault? Did wanting to know she was safe, cause her to lose out on her crush too this Sophie girl?

Wiping away the tears and smudging my eye make-up, I drop to the floor in a heap. This isn't going to help our relationship if he goes out with her and not Felicity! Would she even speak to me again after this? That realization was like a dagger to the heart

Maddison instantaneously drops to the floor and hugs me tight. I bury my head into her shoulder.

“What did I do wrong?” I whine as I sob.

“It can’t be helped,” She says comforting me. “That fucking Sophie girl! He only wants to go with her because she’s been telling people that she wants to pop her cherry at prom.”

“Say what?” I question as I pull myself away from her hug and look up at her. “Did having to come home last night cause this to happen?”

“Yeah, it probably didn’t help! Mind you, she’s be mouthing off how she’s going to put out. I bet that’s why he’s being a dick and wanting to go with her.” She explains with gritted teeth. “I think they got together after you left last night! I thought he was a really good guy, but I’m not so sure now.”

“He thinks I won’t put out?” I question her as I see my way back from this disaster! “He wants to have sex on prom night?”

“Yeah, don’t all the boys?” She responds with an eye roll. “Fliss, don’t feel like you have to give him your flower if that’s all he’s after. I know you’ve fancied him for years, but what he’s done is not cool!”

“Yeah….thanks, Maddison,” I say with a smile as I reach out to hug her. We embrace for what feels like ten minutes. I’m so happy Flic has a friend like her. She has her head screwed on!

“Hey, no problem!” Maddie says with a perky smile. “Though, next time you want a boy to ask you out. Don’t get mad and almost punch him,” She giggles while helping me back up onto my feet.

Grateful for her help and advice about boys, I hold out my hand for her to hold. Grabbing it tight we start heading into the school building. I knew Maddison was a good influence on my daughter but I felt like a weight was lifted off my mind knowing this girl looks after my daughter.

Just before we enter the building, I stop and take a long worried breath in. I look at Maddison, who has a quizzical look on her face.

“Flic?” She asks.

“Maddison, does me having to come home early from parties and that, cause issues like this all the time?” I ask, desperately trying to understand how I impact my daughter's life.

“Well yeah, of course, it does,” Maddison says as she leans her head to one side and gives me a stupid look. “You talk about how unfair your dad is all the time! I don’t get why he’s so worried about you.”

My head drops as I stare at my daughter's feet. “He worries because he can’t handle anything happening to the last special person in his life,” I explain as my voice trembles with emotion.

Without a second, Maddison grabs hold of me and embraces me as tight as a vice. She pushes my face into her shoulder as she strokes the back of my head.

“Fliss, I totally understand why he’d want to protect you after this last year your family has had.”

“Yeah?” I sniff muffled by her shoulder but with hope in my voice.

“Well yeah of course!” She continues. “I think you need to talk about how you feel with your dad about how he is with you. I know how upset it makes you when he doesn’t trust you.”

“We never talk about it though?” I say with exhaustion, as I try to understand what she’s telling me. I pull my head away from her shoulder and look her eye to eye. “I had no idea!” I blurt out.

“Do you mean your father has no idea he makes you feel this way?” She asks as her left hand reaches to my cheek and wipes away a stray tear that was rolling down my face. “Fliss, like I always say, you need to tell him how you feel!” She tells me with a concerned expression.

As she wipes the tears from my face, I see the concern and care in her eyes for my daughter. I didn’t realize that this was how Felicity saw me! I felt such an idiot! The more I closed my grip tight with her the more she wanted to push back! I’ve been so wrapped up in making sure she’s safe, I’d been stopping her from enjoying her life!

I give Maddison a small smirk as I wipe the tears from my eyes. “I’m so emotional at the moment, I haven’t cried this much in a long time,” I comment.

Maddison gives me a face like she doesn’t believe that for a second. For me, it was totally true. I don’t know if it’s the female hormones flowing through this feminine body or that fact home truths are being laid out. Either way, I felt like I was getting an insight that I’d never usually get. I needed to make the most of this if our relationship is to be repaired.

I clench my fist in determination. I knew what I needed to do to make it up to her! Unknown to Maddie, she had given me an idea of what I needed to do! At all costs, this Mike kid is going to the prom with my daughter and I will do anything to make that happen. I had to make him think I wanted it more than this Sophie girl. Challenge accepted!

Chapter 4

I let out an almost sinister chuckle as I watched the school bus drive off. There goes my father, in my body, to enjoy his first day of high school, as a girl!

I swing the door closed and lean up against it. I can’t help but smile from cheek to cheek. I have all the freedom in the world right now! I have a license to drive a car, I have credit cards, and best of all, my father seems very submissive in my body! My mind wonders as I start scratching my chin, thinking about our current situation.

“Hmm, I wonder,” I say allowed to myself. “If he’s a good girl tonight, maybe this weekend we will go shopping for prom dresses!”

I skip over to the hallway mirror and gaze into the grizzled male reflection looking back at me. My father was totally starting to go a little grey around the edges in his old age. Touching my stubbly chin, I note that most of the grey hairs are located on my new chin. I continue prodding at my face, using my fat male ham hands to check every little corner. If I’m honest with myself, our situation hadn’t completely sunk in. I pull a serious face in the mirror as my mind starts to worry. What if my dad makes a fool out of me! My reputation will be ruined!

I continue to stare at my father's reflection in the mirror for what feels like well over ten minutes. My hypnotic state is only interrupted when my father's phone vibrates In my pocket. Fumbling to get the phone from my front pocket, without disturbing my newly acquired trouser snake, I open the phone to find a message from Emma.

‘Be over in 10 xxx’ the message reads.

“Shit!” I exclaim as allow my arms to fall to my sides with his phone still in hand. “I forgot this Emma woman is coming over!”

I look into the mirror and pull a stern face. The sort of face my father pulls when telling me off.

“No Emma, you can’t come round. I don’t like fun or people,” I say mockingly into the mirror, pretending to be my dad.

Pleased with my impression, I bring the phone back into view. I quickly tap out an acknowledgment message back.

As I wait for her to arrive, not knowing what to do with myself, I wander around the house. All I could think about was how much smaller everything seemed. The TV remote, for example, felt like a match stick with these big masculine hands.

Watching the TV was however a mistake! I did want to watch my program, but in the process of getting comfortable, I forgot about the balls swinging around between my crotch. Throwing myself on the sofa, like I usually did in my normal body, I crush my balls. Yelping in pain, I jump up a pace up and down the room.

“How do they manage with these bloody things down there!” I hiss as I uncomfortably stomp around the room.

My stomach started turning with a dull but persistent ache. The pain is sorta similar to period pains but somehow completely different. Either way, it wasn’t something I was going to do again. I do think that I can now empathize with what it must be liked to be kicked down there!

As I slowly breathe in and out, trying to work through the pain, the doorbell rings.

“Jim, Jim!” I hear a woman's voice call from the other side of the front door. “Get your sexy but to the door!” She chimes.

I cringe at her comment as I make my way to the door. I was so happy when I managed to get myself out of having to go to work as my father. I wasn’t feeling so sure about it as I slowly open the door this woman I’d never met.

“Hi Honey!” Emma chimes as she gives me a bright-eyed, wider-than-life smile. “I brought you some soup to make you feel better!”

I stand in the door like a statue, staring at the plastic shopping bag she is thrusting towards me. I reach out to grab the bag and as I do, I look up and form my first impression of this woman. I mean, it was going to be an interesting first impression, that’s for sure! Who in the hell leaves work to come to give an apparently sick employee some soup!?

To my surprise, she was actually very pretty! Her bleach blonde highlighted hair looked extremely beautiful and well kept in long braided plat. Her skin looked flawless and her makeup was perfect to match. I felt a little bit jealous at her melon size boobs, but they suited her more plump figure.

I couldn’t help but notice her stunning glossy black high heels! They defiantly gave her some extra height, but she didn’t seem all that tall. I guess in my father's body, most people seem a bit short. She was clearly coming from work also, with a grey dress on with black tights.

“Jim, are you going to take them or are you going to just stare at me?” She asks as she shakes the bag up and down. “Don’t get me wrong sweetie, having your wondering eyes checking me out is making me blush a little! I would, however, like for you to invite me inside!”

“Oh, right!” I say, snapping out of my gaze and grabbing hold of the shopping bag.

I felt my face go red as she gives me a suspicious look. I wasn’t checking her out, I was admiring her figure and how she was dressed. I really wanted to compliment her on her makeup and dress sense, but I felt far too embarrassed.

“Erm, come in,” I say as I stand to one side, allowing space for her to enter the house.

“Shall I make us some coffee?” Emma asks, softly patting my stomach as she passes by me.

“Sure,” I respond, closing the door behind myself and following her into the kitchen.

Walking behind her, into the kitchen, I’m surprised that Emma knew exactly where the kitchen was and where all of the stuff is kept. I place the bag, she gave me down on the counter. Turning around and leaning against it, I watch her waft around the kitchen. It was like she’d been to our place many times but I’d never seen this woman before! Seemed very strange that she knew her way around so well. I started feeling extremely curious about this woman. I knew in my father's body, I could easily do a bit of spying. She’d never know!

“Emma, I’m trying to remember. When was the last time you came around?” I ask as I fold my arms.

She looks at me and smiles. “Erm, must have been like a month ago,” she replies as she flicks the switch on the filter machine.

She bends down to counter level and starts watching the filter machine as a few small black drips fall into the pot. I can’t help but look at her plump behind. Wondering if she knew how big her behind was, I look away with a smirk.

Trying not to snigger at how large it was, I turn my attention to the kitchen window and stare off into the distance. My thoughts start racing as I start forming questions in my mind. She must have been here before? She must have been here when I was at school, I assume. What relationship do she and my father have start wondering?

“Remind me,” I say breaking the silence. “Why has it been so long since you’ve been round?”

Picking up the almost full pot of black coffee, she turns and leans against the counter. Pouring one cup of coffee and pushing it towards me, I lock in eye contact with her. She doesn’t look impressed and is almost glaring at me like she was looking into my soul. I sheepishly grab hold of the coffee cup and bring it to my chest.

“Jim,” she says with a little frustration in her tone and a sassy hand on her hip. “You asked me to stop coming over.”

“Why?” I ask as I look down at the black coffee I had in my hands, desperately trying not to make eye contact. Even in this alpha male body, this woman scared me a little. I wouldn’t want to mess with her, that’s for sure. She didn’t half remind me of my math teacher.

“Are you taking the piss?” She spitefully complains. “Why are you being like this? I know you said you weren’t feeling well. Have you got memory loss or something?”

I don’t answer her. I didn’t know what to say! I had no idea what the relationship my father had with her, but it appeared that I’d rustled some feathers asking my question. I decide to take a sip of the coffee she’d made me. As I take a small sip, I remembered how much I hated black coffee! I liked caramel iced coffee, not this muk! Reluctantly swallowing another sip of the bitter drink, I place the cup to one side.

As I place the drink down, I notice Emma’s face turn to one of confusion. Like I’d just done something my father never would have.

“You really aren’t feeling well are you Jim?” Emma says as walks over and places the back of her hand on my forehead. “You usually love my coffee!”

Standing still, like a young girl getting checked over by his mother, I grit my teeth and wait for her to move away. Thankfully, after a small amount of time, Emma steps back and sighs.

“You don’t have a fever,” Emma ponders. “So, what's wrong with you?”

I start shifting nervously, like a naughty child as she stands close to me, looking up with expectant eyes. My palms start becoming sweaty as I rack my brain trying to come up with an excuse. I wasn’t expecting someone from his work to come to the house when I called in sick! Who is this woman?

“Well?” She demands as she steps directly in front of me. Close enough for her large boobs to slightly grace my body.

Stuttering, through sheer discomfort about the situation, I fail to come up with anything plausible. I look down at Emma, who is ridiculously close to me, expecting her to give me a tongue-lashing telling off. She doesn’t say anything.

I then flinch like a baby dear, as Emma places both her hands onto my front. She wasn’t mad, she looked happy! Extremely confused, I lean away, trying to distance myself away from her but finding myself trapped between her and the kitchen counter.  She playfully leans into me, pressing her body up against me, she runs her hand up my chest and around my neck.

“Jim, don’t play coy with me. You just wanted me to come over, didn’t you!” she says with a sultry voice and looking into my eyes with lust.

She starts rubbing herself against me, trying her best to push against my crotch. I didn’t know what to do! I’m a teenage girl being seduced by a grown woman! Completely trapped by the kitchen counter and her advances, I instinctively put my hands on her shoulders and push her away. Being in my dad's body, it wasn’t hard to push her away. Her hands slide away from my neck and she lets out a hiss of frustration as I hold her at arm's length.

“Jim, What are you doing!?” She hisses and throws her arms to her sides, like a petulant child.

“I can’t do this now,” I reply, trying my best not to make the situation worse. There was no way I was doing anything with this woman in my dad's body. Even kissing her would make me need therapy for years! I take my hands away from her shoulders and allow my arms to drop to my sides.

“So you call me up, tell me your sick,” she starts complaining at me with a wagging finger. “I take a personal day to come to make sure you are ok. When I get here, you aren’t ill. What am I supposed to think?”

“I dunno,” I respond just like I would if I was being told off by my father. “Why would you think that’s what I wanted?” I ask with a sassy tone.

Emma's face changes from an expression of annoyance to genuinely being pissed off. My comments had not been taken well. She puts her hand to her forehead and lets out a long stressful sounding sigh.

“Well I don’t know Jim,” She yells, tears forming in her eyes. “Maybe, that weekend you took me away and we both said we loved each other! Maybe I thought you were finally ready to let yourself love again!”

“We did that?” I stupidly ask trying to dig for more information.

“Yes, Jim!” She yells, hitting me on the shoulder with an irritated slap. “Don’t play stupid with me for fuck sake! I know you’ve been through a lot and your daughter is acting up, but that is no reason for you not to be happy! Stop trying to deal with it all on your own and let me in!”

“My daughter is acting up?” I question, feeling offended by her comments! No way have I been the problem! Dads have just been stupidly strict recently and I’m trying to get him to let me live my life!

“Yes, your daughter!” She says with a sigh. “You said you couldn’t be in a relationship with me because of her. Because you were worried about how she would react. You said you worry she’d think you were trying to replace her mom.”

My face twists into an angry expression. I feel the adrenaline race through my body as I form a fist with my hands in frustration. I look at her with wide eyes, focusing my thoughts on how mad I was with her and my father! How dare he move on so quickly after my mother died! How dare this woman assume my dad would want her in our life!

“She has every right to act up!” I shout, using my powerful and deep male voice to dominate the room. “Her mom just died and you're talking about being in love already!”

I feel tears start welling up in my eyes as I shout at her. I almost felt bad, how loud I shouted. It caused her to recoil away from me. Tears had started streaming down her face as we stood silent in the kitchen.

“Jim,” She says with a whimper. “I’m not going to argue with you.”

Wiping away the tears in my eyes, I look away. I felt so angry and annoyed that my father had been replacing Mom so quickly. I had so many questions running around my head. That weekend he went away on business was clearly a lie so that they could meet up secretly!

“I love you, Jim,” Emma says sincerely. “That isn't enough for me and I won't wait for you forever! I’m sure your daughter wouldn’t want you to be unhappy and as lonely as you have been since Alice passed away. Please just think about talking with her, so you can move on with your life too!”

“Unhappy and alone?” I question, shocked by what she was saying. I start wondering to myself about my father's behavior. Other than being more strict than normal, he didn’t seem unhappy. Was he just not telling me and putting on a brave face?

“Yeah, unhappy!” She responds with exasperation. “Don’t pretend you haven’t been. I’ve listened to you and been there for you every time you’ve had a bad day! Especially when you’ve been having issues with Felicity.”

“Issue?” I ask with an attitude. I haven’t been the one causing the problems. I can’t believe this woman and Dad have been talking about me like this! I’m going to make him pay when he gets home! Maybe I will get him to model swimsuits for me, I think with a smirk as I Imagine him enjoying doing a catwalk demonstration on each swimwear costume I choose.

“Jim, just stop it!” Emma cries. “Why are you pretending you have no idea about all of this? You told me you think she blames you for Alice’s death.”

Snapping out of my daydream, I find myself enraged by her suggestion. So much so, my face goes bright red with rage. I angrily swing my arm up and point to the door to the kitchen. I grit my teeth and stare directly at her.

“Emma,” I shout with spite. “I want you to get out!”

“Fine,” Emma shouts back with fury. Swinging herself around to face the door, her long her flicking me in the face in the process as she stomps madly out of the room. I was so furious with her, I couldn’t even watch her leave the room. I just bit my lip and stared angrily out of the window as she headed for the door.

“Man up and be honest with your daughter. Your both just as bad as each other!” I hear her shout as she slams the front door behind her.

“What the fuck do you know!” I scream in the direction of the door as I fold my arms tight to my chest. I could feel myself shaking with rage as I stand alone in the silent kitchen. I found myself repeating some of the stuff she said around my head again and again. I couldn’t understand why my father would be telling her he loves her! I couldn’t believe the things he’d said to her about me! I’m not a problem to anyone! I’m just trying to enjoy myself!

I reach for my coffee, still shaking like a leaf. I grab it and slowly bring it to my mouth.

“Yucky!” I exclaim as I swiftly put the black coffee down! “Give me a caramel latte over that crap any day.”

I stomp out of the kitchen and throw myself onto the sofa, face first. Grabbing a nearby pillow, I smoother my face and scream as loud as I can.

“I’m not the fucking issue!” I scream, so loud it makes my throat sore.

I lay still on the sofa for what feels like a good few minutes before sitting up and throwing the pillow to one side. Putting my head into my hands, I look down at the floor and the huge feet that I currently call mine. I watch my feet as small raindrop-like drips hit the floor and my socks. I’m crying.

“Why is he trying to replace Mom?” I sob to myself as more tears fall from my eyes.

Chapter 5

Sitting at my daughter's desk, looking at my slender fingers and my feminine long manicured nails, I do my best to concentrate on what the teacher is saying. My concentration, however, was made impossible by the annoying itching and poking from the bra I was forced into wearing. It caused me to fidget around in my seat in discomfort. Thankfully for me, math was the last lesson of the day and once it was finished, I’d survived this horror of a day living as my teenage daughter.

Looking down at the notes I’d written in Felicity's notebook, I didn’t understand any of it. It had been years since I’d done any math like this. It had been eons since I’d been in a classroom like this! I look around the dusty old classroom at all the teenagers quietly scribbling in their notebooks as the teacher spoke. I had to admit, It wasn’t like how I’d imagine school was these days at all! I thought the kids would be running riot!

Maddison was sitting to my left. That girl had been an absolute lifesaver for me today. She’d shown me around the place and kept me from making a dam fool of myself. Admittedly, her joining me in the cubical at lunch for a wee was a bit weird, but then again, I guess I’m a girl right now and that’s what girls do. To my right, sat Mike. He hadn’t looked or said a word to me for the entire day. I think I scared him a little this morning. I knew I had to do something to win this boy back for my daughter, so I hatched a plan for directly after the bell goes to end the lesson.

I had a feeling I knew what would work. I’d been a teenage boy once and I would bet my bottom dollar that all he really wants is for a girl to touch his little pickle. I’d already scouted out the toilets, which were located outside this classroom. Once the bell went, I’d grab his hand and rush us to the toilets. I’d then pull down his pants and give him a hand job! It was going to be completely disgusting, but I love my daughter and I know my success would make her happy and her happiness is all I really want. It wasn’t much of a plan, but at this point I was desperate.

I fidget once more in my seat and try my best to adjust my bra, to stop it poking me. I look up at the classroom clock, as I discreetly pull at my garments. The lesson was almost over! Time to put the plan into action! I start discreetly packing all my books and stuff back into my bag.

“Right, any questions on today's lesson?” The teacher asks as he stands up from the desk at the front of the class. No one in the room speaks. The only noise that can be heard is the rustling of pencil cases and bags.

The bell rings and the room instantly bursts to life. Chairs scraping along the floor, as all the kids stand up from their desks. Chatter and laughter consumes the room, as the other kids talk while packing away their stuff. My attention turns to Mike. I had to grab him quickly before he started talking to anyone else. I waited for him to stand and once he did, I swung into action. I haphazardly throw my satchel over my shoulder, as I swiftly stand to my feet.

“Mike,” I say with purpose.

He looks at me with a perplexed expression. Clearly a little worried about what I wanted. Ignoring his reaction, I stick with the plan. I put my arm out and reach towards his hand, which was at his side. Grabbing hold of it, I could instantly tell how much bigger his hands were than mine.

“Come with me,” I say sternly as I stare him directly in the eye.

He tries to recoil away from my grip, but I don’t let go. I don’t allow him to reject my advance a second time, as with one hard yank, I pull him in the direction of the door. Being as determined as I am, I almost pull him off his feet. His feet do manage to catch up with him as I pull him to the door as quickly as I could.

Reaching the door, I couldn’t feel him resisting anymore. He was following me! This was perfect!

“What do you want?” I hear him as we leave the classroom and head directly to the men's toilet.

“I want to show you something,” I reply as we reach the men's toilet door.

I kick the door open with force, causing it to swing and bash against the wall with a bang. With another yank, I pull him into the toilets and towards one of the cubicles. I choose one at the back of the room, in hopes that no one would see or disturb us. The smell of urine fills the air and makes me feel nauseous. I hadn’t been able to come into the boy's toilets in my daughter's body, so I had no idea how smelly it would be. It was off-putting, but I had a job to do!

“Felicity, this is the boy's toilet,” Mike complains as I push him into the empty cubical.

I push him with all of my might, causing him to use the toilet to stop himself from falling over. Once he’d regained his balance, he looks back at me confused and slightly annoyed. I squeeze myself against him as I closed the cubical door behind me.

“Pull your pants down,” I demand as I throw my satchel to the floor.

“What, why?” He questions in irritation. Clearly annoyed with the entire situation.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” I say as I give him the stupidest look I could muster.

Mike gives me a similar look in return and shrugs his shoulders. I cock my head to one side and sigh. How was he not getting this? I wonder to myself.

We stand inches apart from each other. So close I could smell the body odor emanating from him. I wait for him to undo his trousers but he just stands staring at me like a confused moron. I huff in annoyance as I drop down onto my knees in front of him. I feel the cold of the toilet floor tiles through my jeans. I hope to god that I’m not kneeling in piss.

My eyesight is dominated by this boy's crotch, right in my face. I decided to look up at him, with the widest and cutest eyes I could muster, as my nervous, shaking hands reach up to his crotch. He doesn’t resist as I use both hands to undo his trouser button.

He gives me a naughty grin and a nod of agreement as I fumble open his pants. Thankfully for me, he starts understanding what's going on and he helps me drag down his pants and boxers. His semi-erect penis flop out of his boxers as they fall to the floor and around his ankles. I could smell a faint whiff of nob cheese and sweat as I bring my gaze down to look at his expectant cock.

“Touch it,” He whispers in anticipation.

Here I am, on my knees face to face with a teenage boy's smelly cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening! I focus my mind with steely determination, and grab his cock with my hand, wrapping all my fingers around his growing shaft. His cock wasn’t massive, average-sized at best. With my daughter's hands, it did seem pretty sizable. I wouldn’t want it down the back of my throat, that’s for sure!

“Yes!” he says with quiet joy.

I’d played with my own cock many times, I knew what I had to do next! I start slowly running my hand up and down his shaft and with each pump his cock got was getting harder and harder. His moans of pleasure gave me the motivation to keep going. I had this boy literally in the palm of my hands!

I feel his legs shake and his body stance go completely limp as I pump away at his cock.

“Flic!” He moans with pleasure. “Put it in your mouth!” He asks with excitement.

I continue pumping his cock but I look up at him and give him a wry smile.

“If you want that sweety, you'll have to take me to prom!” I say with a flirtatious desire.

“Yes, yes, sure!” He says as his face distorts with pleasure. He pulls the sort of face you only pull when you're about to cum.

As soon as I saw his cum face, I knew what was coming. I could feel it with my fingers as I continued to pump his pulsating cock. He lets out a huge moan of pleasure as a single shot of seaman fires out the tip of his erect cock. Narrowly missing hitting me in the face and falling to the floor next to me with a splat! I continue wanking him as the rest of his cum dribbles down my hand.

“OMG!” He exclaims as his body shakes with pleasure. “Flic, that was amazing!”

I don’t say a word. I felt disgusting! I felt cheap! I look in revulsion at the seaman dripping from my hand as I release his cock from my grip. I grab for some toilet roll and start dabbing at the cum on my hand franticly. As I try my best to clean up his filthy load from my hand, he triumphantly pulls his boxers and pants back up.

“That’s not enough for me Flic,” He says as he cheekily pats me on the top of my head.

“What?” I sneer as I throw the soiled toilet paper into the bowl behind him.

“You want to go with me to prom, yeah?” He asks as he puts his hand under my chin. He clenches my chin with his fingers and lifts my face to look up at him. He looks down at me with a menacing grin, like he now has all the power over me.

“I wanted you to suck my cock,” He explains with a sinister laugh. “Come home with me now and suck me off, you little tramp!”

I bite my lip, hard, as I try not to get angry at him. What a complete weasel!

“Will you definitely take me to the prom If I do?” I ask behind gritted teeth, getting more desperate.

“Sure thing baby doll,” he smirks.

“What, now?” I ask as I remove his hand from my chin.

“Yes, now, but not here. You can come to my place.” He winks. “You can change into something more sexy at my house. My sister has a sexy little number you can change into when we get there.”

At this point, I realize I’ve lost control of the situation. I had to do what he asked! My daughter would be so pleased she gets to go with him. Although, I have no idea why she would want to!? I just want to punch this snotty little brat in the face!

I get up off my knees and we stand face to face. The dirt on the floor, marking my jeans in such a way that if anyone saw me, they’d know what I’d done. It was the mark of a tramp. I just hoped we’d get out of the school without being seen. Especially by Maddison! I’d hate to think what she’d say if she knew what I’d just done!

“Let's go then,” I sigh. “But let's head straight to yours! I want you so badly!” I lie, trying to protect my daughter's reputation.

“Do you?” He grins like the Cheshire cat. “Alright, My house isn’t `far!”

Chapter 6

It had been several hours since Emma had visited to bring the soup.  After her eventful visit, I’d spent my time feeling sorry for myself and moping around the house. I’d stumbled into my father's bedroom, at this point and just sat quietly on his bed. I looked at the clock in my father's bedroom and I knew that school was finishing soon. Dad would be coming back soon and I had bones to pick with him! I sit forward on the bed and let out a sigh.

So many thoughts and feelings had been swashing around inside my brain. What was with this apparent love, for this woman I’d never met. Why has he been saying those things about me, to this woman? Then there was the big question, the elephant in the room. Why on earth had we swapped bodies last night and how!?

“Arrghh,” I huff in frustration as I hold my head in my hands.

“How are we going to sort this out?” I say allowed to myself, breaking the silence in the room. “I don’t want to be a man!”

I hold my head up and I find my eyesight is unfocused. On the table next to the bed was the same picture that I had in my arms as I woke up in my father’s body this morning. As my eyesight adjusts and becomes clear, I pick the picture up and look into the smiling face of my passed away mother.

“Mom, tell me what to do. Our family is falling apart since you’ve been gone!” I tell the picture with a tear in my eye.

I swiftly move my hand to wipe the tear from my eye and in doing so, I clumsily knock the picture out of my hand. Like slow motion, I watch the picture fall to the floor. With a thud, it hits the carpet and the frame falls open.

“Oh these stupid big oaf hands,” I moan as I bend down to gather the picture and the frame.

To my surprise, a small folded piece of paper has fallen out of the back of the picture. Ignoring the rest of the picture and frame, I pluck the folder and crumpled piece of paper up from of the floor and hold it in my hands.

“Whats this your hiding?” I ask out loud like I’d found some hidden treasure.

I slowly open it. The folds are very tight, like it hadn’t been opened in a while. As I unraveled it, fold by fold, a letter starts to appear on the paper. The handwriting was scruffy at best, but still readable. I run my finger across the roundish watermarks found on the bottom of the letter. Teardrops? I wonder. Looking closely at who the letter is to, I find It is addressed to my father. Thinking to myself, that this could be an old love letter from Mom, so I started reading the contents.

To the love of my life,

Please don’t be sad, please don’t be mad. I’m grateful for the time I’ve had.

Our shining love and our darling daughter have filled my cup to the brim.

Although I’m not long for this world, my love for you both will keep me smiling.

I know I could never love again, but I don’t want you to be lonely. If you find someone else, don’t feel guilty! Know that I look down on you with happiness.

I don’t want you to stop living your life because I’m gone. When you find yourself happy again, think of me and how happy I am for you.

Please guide our beautiful Felicity through her life with love and care.

She looks like me more and more every day. She acts like you more and more each day.

Keep her safe!

Try your best to guide her

My love for you both is eternal. I wait for you both above!

Until we meet again,

Alice

A single tear drops from the lowest point of my chin, as I finish reading the letter. My mother had left my father a letter, written from her hospital bed after the accident. My emotions, boiling over and the pain in my chest sharpening, I place the letter on the side. As I do, I instantly howl out in pain and burst into tears. I missed her so much! The sound of her voice now becoming a distant memory. The pain in my heart was so sharp and real. Our family was falling apart without her to bring us back together.

“Why?” I cry out. “Mom I need you!”

Clutching my chest and sobbing, I look over at the letter. Tears still streaming down my face, due to the pain. I pick up the letter and start to slowly read my mother's words once again.

“I don’t want you to be lonely,” I read aloud. “Did you want Dad to move on?” I question.

“When you find yourself happy again, think of me and how happy I am for you,” I continue to read allowed with a snivel.

I rub my eyes. “He’s stopping himself from being happy, for me?” I say as I read the passage again.

I lean back, hold myself up on the bed with my arms, and look at the ceiling. He’s fallen in love again but he tells her he isn’t ready for love again? Does he not want Mom to be happy for him? I exhale with some force as I think about mine and my father’s relationship. Is he stopping himself from being happy to ensure he’s protecting me?

“What an idiot!” I cry out as I use my sleeve to wipe the tears from my eyes.

As I finish wiping the tears from my face, I’m startled by the violently vibrating phone in my pocket. Quickly pulling the phone from my pocket, I find the phone is being called by an unknown number. My curiosity got the better of me and I swipe to answer the call.

“Hello?” I say down the phone as I pick up the call.

“Mr. Callahan?” The young familiar female voice at the end of the phone replies.

My eyes widen as I come to recognize the voice. Maddie is my best friend, it was one hundred percent her calling me!

“Maddie?” I question with an excited, high-pitched voice.

“You remember me?” She asks “I’m Felicity’s friend.”

“What's up girl?” I say with the usual sass I’d give her when we spoke, forgetting whose body I was currently inhabiting.

“Erm, has Flic come home yet?” She questions with a worried-sounding voice.

“No, I don’t think so I” I answer back, wondering what my father is playing at. “Why?”

“Oh, erm…… she’s been acting a little strange all day and I haven’t seen her since our last lesson,” She explains with concern in her voice. “We were supposed to catch the bus together, but I couldn’t find her and now she’s not answering her phone. I’m just a little worried about her.”

“Strange?” I quiz. “In what way has she been acting strange?”

“I dunno how much she’d want me to tell you, …….she’s been obsessing about this boy at school. She has been saying and doing really weird things.” Maddie explains slowly.

“Like?” I ask, trying to get the low down on what my fathers been up to.

“Don’t tell her I told you this,” Maddie pleas. “She’s been asking me about how to please boys sexually all day. Asking how to suck them off and if it hurts to have sex with them. She’s really not been acting herself! I thought because of last night and her argument with you, she’s just been acting spitefully to get back at you. I didn’t think she’d actually do anything!”

“Whats happened Maddison?” I ask as I start to get worried about my father’s behavior in my body.

“Last time I saw her, she was running off somewhere with this boy, Mike, from our school. I’m worried she’s going to do something she will regret.” Maddison answers back with haste in her voice.

“Shit!” I cry out. Dad could be in trouble and it's all down to my selfish behavior! I shouldn’t have pushed him into going to school like me today! I shouldn’t have pushed him into being asked out by Mike.

“Stupid, stupid stupid!” I blurt out as I tap myself repeatedly on the forehead with my palm.

“Mr, Callahan?” Maddison questions.

“Maddie, do you think he’s with Mike?” I question with a stern voice

“Erm, he?” She asks with confusion.

“Do you think Felicity is with this boy?” I repeat, ignoring her question.

“Yeah, I’d say so.” She replies with despondency. “Please don’t tell her I told you all this!”

“It’s ok Maddie,” I calmly reassure her. “Do you know where he lives?”

“Yeah, I think so,” she response reluctantly.

“Where?” I ask impatiently.

“238 Westgreen Road,” She answers. “Are you going to get her?”

“Yeah,” I sharply reply back, as hang up the phone.

Jumping up off the bed and rushing out of the room, with speed, I stomp down the staircase towards the front door of the house.

“No way that boy is taking advantage of my Dad like this!” I cry out as I grab hold of Dad's car keys, which had been baiting me all day by sitting on the side.

Slamming the front door closed as rush out of the house, I click the central locking open on my Dad's Ford pickup truck. I’d only driven this beast once before, but there was no way I was letting that fact stop me from saving my Dad from potential harm. I shut the door of the car hard, causing it to ping with a metallic clatter. Shoving the keys into the ignition and throwing the seat belt around me, I turn the ignition and with a rumble and a roar, it comes to life.

Slamming the car into the drive, I push down hard on the gas peddle. The hood rives up in the air, like a bucking horse, as I skid out of the driveway and onto the road. I knew the street Maddison had told me, all I had to do was get there! I weave in and out of parked cars on the road. The truck lurches from side to side as I do. Luckily for me, the roads were basically clear and before I had any chance to cause any accidents on the road, I was pulling up outside Mike's house.

As I pull up outside, the car rocks and comes to an abrupt halt as I slam on the breaks. I look out of the window at the typical suburban home. It looked well kept, but there was no sign of anyone being home. The driveway was clear and the open garages empty. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking, as I undid my belt and turned the engine off, that if a boy wanted to take advantage of a girl, an empty house would be the best time for it.

“She better not be here!” I scream as I slam my clenched fist down on the dashboard in anger. “For his sake”

As I slam the truck door closed, I couldn’t help but feel the irony of the situation. My worry for my father being taken advantage of had grown so powerful in the last ten minutes, I could really start to understand why he was so protective of me. It was all starting to make sense why he does what he does, to keep me safe!

I powerwalk up to the front door with real purpose. Just as I swing my fist to knock on the door, it gently swings open in a breeze. I arch my neck around the door crack and peek inside the house. No one was to be seen. Slowly pushing the door open, I step into the house. The entrance was neat and clean, but a pile of discarded boys' clothes making the place look untidy. As I lean down to look at the pile, hoping not to see any of the stuff my dad was wearing this morning. As I pick up a pair of boy's dirty jeans, I hear a loud laugh from one of the rooms upstairs.

I grab hold of the staircase rail and hoist myself up the first 3 steps. Using my dad’s superior height and leg length, I take three steps at a time as I hastily go to investigate the noise. I stand at the top of the staircase, wondering what room to check in first, I hear more shuffling and laughter. It was coming from the room at the end of the corridor!

“Get off me!” I hear a familiar voice complain from the same room. “I don’t want to!”

My ears prick up as I rush towards the sound of my dad’s troubled voice.

“You don’t have a choice, tramp!” I hear a young male voice reply as I make my way down the corridor.

As I approach the bedroom door, which is slightly ajar, I hear struggling. I push open the door to find Mike, naked and pinning down my father. He was completely nude with a fully erect cock and my father appeared to be dressed in extremely seductive fish next and lingerie. I could see my father desperately trying to fend off the boy's advances from underneath him. His failing legs the only part he could move as the boy pins down his arms and kisses his neck like a sexual predator.

“Mike, no!” I hear my father plea out in desperation.

I stood in the doorway, watching as the rage built in me slowly. My heart rate went into overload as I started grinding my teeth and clenching my fists. I felt like my entire body wanted to explode in fury!

“Get the fuck off her!” I bellow as loud and enraged as my vocal cords could physically allow.

My rage doesn’t allow me to stand and watch any longer. Instinctively I grab for the boy's neck. His face strikes one of real terror and shock, as he sees me reaching for him. I wrap one single hand around the boy's scrawny next and hoist him straight off my dad's frightened-looking body, in once quick action into the air and dangle him over the bed.

“Felicity!” I hear my father scream with delight as I hold the boy's arm's length, by his neck, over the bed.

I glare at him as I grit my teeth, trying my best to hold back and not just snap Mike’s neck. He sways in the air, back and forward as he tries his best to break free from my enraged grip.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing!?” I yell at him, spitting as I do so.

He says nothing, but his eyes scream in terror, as desperately tries to free himself from me. I squeeze a little tighter around his neck, annoyed he didn’t even respond. Mike wheezes as he struggles to breathe.

“Flic, Stop!” I hear my father's plea who is now sitting up and grabbing onto my arm. “Stop!”

I turn to look at my father, who was desperately trying to get me to put the boy down. He had clearly been crying. His makeup all messy and running down his face. His lipstick smudged and his hair down and all over the place. I look into my dad’s worried and tearful eyes and my heart melts.

“Look at you,” I say with anger in my voice.

I look at what he is wearing and they aren’t any clothes of mine. The prostitute-style fishnet stockings. The super-tight corset clinching in his waist and pushing up his breasts. I Couldn’t believe what I was seeing!

“Did he force you into this!?” I ask demanding an answer.

My father looks away from me in disgrace. He bows his head and starts crying vociferously, so much so that his shoulders wretch up and down as he sobs.

“Just put him down and take me home,” He finds it hard to say between the sobbing.

I throw Mike down on the bed, forcibly pushing him back as I do. His entire body bounces on the bed as springs in the mattress pop from the weight. He chokes and wretches as he starts holding his neck and struggles to take in big swigs of air.

“You make me sick!” I spitefully shout down at Mike, who frantically scrambles backward, scared I may hurt him.

Satisfied that Mike was shitting his pants, just at the sight of me, I turn my attention back to my father. I scoop him up into my arms. I could see he wasn’t best pleased by the way he reacted, but once I had him in my arms, he soon buried his head into my chest. I didn’t care if me carrying him like this, the way he was dressed was humiliating for him. I just wanted to get him home and safe!

Before I knew it, I was gently placing my father into the passenger seat of the truck. Expecting him to flip out about me driving it, he said nothing. He just looked pleased I was there. He had started shivering with the shock of it all, and I’d forgotten to grab his clothes as I left. The corset and lingerie he was wearing weren’t enough to keep him warm, It was barely enough to keep his budding boobs contained. So I reach the back seat of the truck and grab one of the coats that had been left in the back and drape it over his fail and shaking body.

“Thanks,” He says quietly with a crack in the voice.

“Let's get you home,” I reply with a smile as I gently close the passenger door.

I hop into the driver's side of the car, still trembling with rage and anger. I take a few deep breaths in, to try and calm myself before I turn the key to start the car.

“I’m sorry,” I hear my father say meekly, like a quiet little door mouse.

By the time I’d settled myself down, he’d pulled the coat tight to himself, almost like he was trying to hide. I couldn’t imagine what the poor guy was feeling and thinking, still scantily clad in sexy underwear. It must have been a complete mind fuck. Not only was he experience what would be a harrowing experience for any woman, but to experience that, as a man in his daughter's body.

“Dad,” I say softly and calmly as I turn the key in the ignition. “You have nothing to be sorry about. It is me that should be sorry.”

His face pulls a blank and he says nothing. He just sits under the coat, staring out of the window. I take the silence as the ideal opportunity to get us both away from Mike's house. I don’t overdo it with the driving, and take every corner and stop signal as slow as possible.

“Can I have the bottled water in your door pocket?” Dad says with a sorrowful tone. “I’ve got his cum still in my mouth and I want to wash it out.”

I cringe with displeasure as he tells me that, but I do not react. I just calmly reach for the bottle and hand it to him. As he takes a swig of water and I focus on the road, but I can’t help but be annoyed that he’d made my father suck him off. What a dick! No doubt he was planning this for me after prom.

“We should talk about it,” I say reassuring as I keep my eye focused on the road. “Did he….. did he…?”

“What…. fuck me!?” He snaps back before I could finish my sentence.

“Dad, I know your hurt, but we should talk about this,” I say gently.

“No, he didn’t! You bust in as he was trying to,” he replies, covering himself up with the coat more than before.

“I didn’t realize Mike was such a snake,” I say with regret. “How did it even get that far?”

Dad shifts uncomfortably in the car seat. Taking another swig of water, he wipes the excess from his mouth.

“I was expecting him to ask you out to prom, like you said,” He starts explaining. I briefly look down at him as I take my eyes off the road. He looked in a complete state. His makeup was even worse than before. He’d clearly been crying while we were in the car.

“Right?” I respond wanting him to continue.

“The little shit had already said he was going with some girl called Sophie,” He sneers. “Thanks to me wanting you to come earlier that night, he got with her and you missed your chance.”

“That snake!” I growl. “I knew he was going to do that. He’d been chatting with her all night. It had nothing to do with me coming home early!”

“Well, I thought you’d be sad if I didn’t get him to go with you,” Dad explains embarrassingly. “ I thought you’d be angrier with me if he’d rejected you, while I’m in your body.”

It’s starting to make a little bit more sense now, how my dad ended up in that situation. He was clearly offering Mike exactly what he wanted, in exchange for taking me to the prom. I felt so awful that my father had to do that to make me happy. What kind of selfish daughter am I?

I pull the car up again on the side of the road. I couldn’t concentrate on the driving as these feelings of anguish and guilt swirl around inside me.

“Dad, you did that for me?” I ask as I stare out of the front of the car, tormented by my thoughts. “You thought I’d be angry with you?”

“Yeah,” he responds softly as he leans away from me and looks out his door window. “We’ve not been getting on recently, have we?”

“No, I guess not,” I respond as I gently tap the steering while with my palm. “I just wanted you to back off a little.”

“Ok,” he quickly answers with defeat in his voice.

“No, it's not ok!” I complain. “I now understand how much worry you feel for me. Searching for you just now, knowing you could be in harm's way, was terrifying!”

My father turns back in his seat to face me, tears in his eyes and streaming down his black makeup-stained upset face. I look him dead in the eye.

“Please dad,” I plead. “I get you now. I understand why you want to protect me. I don’t want you to change!”

He gives me a feeble smile.

“Thank you, Flic,” he replies.

I let out a sigh of relief. My nerves were completely shot by the whole ideal. All I could think about was getting a strong drink!

“Flic?” I hear my father say softly

I turn and smile down at him. “Yeah?” I answer.

“I’m in love with another woman,” He stutters and struggles to say. “I didn’t want to tell you, in case it made you upset.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle a little. My smile went from ear to ear. “Yeah, Emma right?” I reply.

A smile appears on his face, which was an absolute delight to see. “Yeah, she would have brought you the soup today,” he says grinning. “Did you like her?”

“Does she make you happy?” I retort.

“Yeah,” he pauses. “Yeah, she does.”

I reach the other and rest my hand on his shoulder. “Well, then I like her,” I reply with a smirk.

Our eye contact locks for a few seconds as we both look at each other and share a moment. A moment of clarity and understanding between us. Something we hadn’t had since mom passed away. Just as we look into each other's eyes and smile, a bright blinding blue light filled the car. So bright I couldn’t see at all and it causes both to thrash around in a mild panic. I shut my eyes as tight as I could to protect them and then, as fast as the insanely bright light appeared, it was gone again.

I gently open my eyes to find myself dazed and confused. I reach out to hold on to the steering wheel for support but find nothing. My arms impeded but something that was covering my entire body. As my vision clears, I find myself sitting in the passenger seat.

“I’m me again!” I exclaim with joy as I throw the coat off and glance at the scantily clad body.

“Thank the lord!” I hear my father's deep and familiar voice sigh with relief.

My fanatic hands, searching up and down my very recognizable frame. Working their way up from my thong-covered pussy, past my narrow cinched in waist, and up to my pushed-up boobs! I am me again!

“Dad,” I enquire with a raised eyebrow as I pat at my boobs in the corset. “These aren’t the clothes I sent you to school in today, Who’s clothes are these?” I ask with a joke and a smile.

The End