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Domination and Submission. It is meant purely for entertainment and no
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A Shocking Experience
A short story
By Bootlover
Tony had always been a rough and tumble type of guy. He had grown up in
a tough neighborhood and knew how to handle himself. He was stocky and
heavy set with strong arms and legs. He had jet-black hair and lots of
it, everywhere. He had hair on his head, a very heavy beard, hair arms
and legs and even a hairy back. There wasn't a spot that didn't have
hair. His nickname was Magilla, as in Magilla Gorilla. His wife had
left him several years ago and after the divorce he got to see his only
daughter, Tiffany a few nights and one weekend a month. As tough as he
was Tony had a huge soft spot for Tiffany. He truly loved her and he
spoiled every way he could. At his house she had her own room with lots
of clothes in the closet, a phone, her own computer and stereo and a
TV. For her part Tiffany loved her father and she was always happy to
see him.
Even now, at age 15, when most girls can't stand being around their
parents Tiffany was never ashamed or embarrassed to be with her father
and she looked forward to the time they had together. Fortunately for
Tiffany she had drawn heavily on her mother's gene set and not Tony's.
His ex-wife was everything he was not. Tall, thin and strikingly
beautiful she was like a model. It was the classic case of the
cheerleader dating the football captain. And though they toughed it out
for 8 years their divorce was no surprise to anyone.
One Friday night Karen dropped Tiffany off for her weekend with her
father. They ate dinner together and the daughter brought her father up
to date on everything that was happening in her life. After dinner she
chatted on the phone with her friends while he watched the ball game.
Tony never eavesdropped on her. Besides teenage girls could talk all
night about nothing. All he could hear was her voice, sometimes
dropping to a whisper and a lot of giggling.
At 10 o'clock he came in to tell her time for bed. She was on the phone
as usual and gave him the one sign. He waited at the doorway as she
obediently but reluctantly signed off. After she brushed her teeth she
headed for bed. She was dressed in a pair of athletic shorts with the
waistband rolled down and a short T-shirt. The style of the moment,
though he couldn't figure out what the attraction of it was. She kissed
him good night on the cheek and hopped into bed.
Around 11:30 when he was about to go to bed himself he went in to check
on her. As he usually did he stood and stared at his beautiful daughter
for a few minutes. A thunderstorm had been building for some time and
had begun about 10 minutes ago. It was just now reaching its full fury.
Tony noticed that Tiffany had left her computer on. As he was stroking
her hair with one hand he reached over to the computer with the other
to turn it off. At that exact moment a bolt of lightning hit the wires
outside and raced through the electrical system of the house.
Electricity passed through Tony's hand at the computer, through his
body and through his other hand on his daughter's head. Then all went
black, both in the house and in Tony's head.
In the morning Tony heard the birds signing outside the open window. He
yawned remembering the storm of last night and stretched a bit.
Something felt different. He was not tight or tired or sore like he
usually was. He was limber and lithe and energetic. He went to scratch
his chest and something felt weird, he looked down and saw he had
breasts!!!
He realized he was in his daughter's bed in her room. Then he realized
something far worse, he was in her body! On the floor beside the bed
lay his body, unmoving. After a while he noticed it was breathing but
it wasn't moving.
He jumped out of bed and moved to his body, he shook it and yelled,
"Hey, wake up!"
Now the odd thing was that when he yelled he heard Tiffany's voice. His
own body wasn't dead but it was in some sort of a coma or something. He
paced around the room trying to figure out what to do. For some reason
calling a doctor or an ambulance just didn't seem the right thing to
him. How the hell could he explain it? He checked his body again and it
seemed fine. He had to figure out how to reverse whatever had happened.
I mean telling anyone in the medical community that he was a 44 year
old man in a 15 year old girl's body and that he didn't know where his
daughter was would land him in the nut hatch for sure.
He paced around the house, he ran down the stairs and something
occurred to him. These two mounds of flesh bounced a whole hell of a
lot as he descended the stairs. He stepped onto the porch to get the
paper like he did every morning. It was cool outside this morning and a
light breeze blew over him as he went on the porch. He felt a strange
tingle/tightness on his breasts and looking down saw that the nipples
were so hard they were standing straight out like little cocks and
plainly visible through the T-shirt. He grabbed at the paper and
instinctively crossed his arms over his chest covering the protruding
points.
He sat at the table to read the paper but his mind was too jangled to
do it. He ran back up stairs and into Tiffany's bedroom. His body was
still there and still breathing slowly. He walked over and picked up an
arm. He could feel a slow but steady pulse; he put his head to the
chest and heard a heart beat. Because he could think of nothing else he
slapped the face a few times. There was no reaction. He pulled the
eyelids up and received a blank stare in return. Now he really felt
jangled. The only thing he was sure of was he had to solve this
himself; he wasn't going to be thought a kook and locked up.
Okay, okay what to do? He thought. Try to go about your routine; yeah
sure, following your routine will calm you down. Shave and a shower,
that's it.
He went into the bathroom and to the sink. Turning on the hot water to
warm it up he looked in the mirror. Shit! There was Tiffany looking
back at him. Hell, she didn't need to shave. Well not her face any way.
He felt her legs and it felt to him like there was as much stubble
there as was usually on his face. Okay, she must have a razor
somewhere.
Well there was nothing in the bathroom so he went back into her room.
The body had not moved. He shook a few times and called out but the
reaction was the same, none. He went to his daughter's dresser and
rummaged through the drawers. In the second one he opened he found a
Venus razor and some women's sensitive skin with aloe shave cream. As
he picked the items out of the draw it occurred to him that his
daughter had long nails and while they seemed pretty to him they kinda
got in the way a little. The nails were painted a frosty white with
silver sparkly material in the paint. They extended a good half inch or
more beyond each fingertip. (Note: break a nail and daughter questions
when she returns to body). He always though long nails looked sexy on
women and Karen usually grew her nails to almost an inch long.
Walking back into the bathroom with his supplies he realized he had to
piss. Turning on the shower to bring it to temperature he walked over
to the toilet and lifted the seat, stood in front of the bowl and
started to pull down the shorts. Oh crap! This isn't going to work. He
put down the seat, turned around and dropped the shorts, he was unsure
whether he had to hold anything or pull things apart or what but he
didn't want to look at his daughter's pussy. Looking out the window he
felt the urge come and then the urine just flow out. Okay, so far so
good.
Now into shower, which, of course, meant removing the top he was
wearing. He turned his back the mirror and pulled the shirt over his
head. He stepped into the water stream and tipped his head back to wet
his hair. Tiffany's long blonde hair reached to the middle of her back.
As he ran his fingers through the long strands he felt the water
flowing over his body. He tried to ignore the feeling and went about
washing the hair, which was a different experience from tending to his
own short, almost buzz cut hair. He lathered it up well and began to
rinse it. The suds and bubbles flowed over his body and created
sensations he was unfamiliar with but that made him vaguely feel as if
he were about to get hard. Only he didn't have his cock with him just
now. Fighting the feelings he finished rinsing and then grabbed the
soap. He washed under his upraised arm and then holding the bar of soap
in his hand drew it across his chest to work the other side. In the
process he stimulated both nipples. Even though the sensation was
different he knew what it was. Try as he might he could not keep from
looking down.
As his eyes slowly lowered what he saw was enough to make him dizzy.
His chest, well the chest of this body, hell, his daughter had two
fabulous boobs! Jesus! He couldn't believe how good they looked. They
were full, firm and beautifully shaped. Capping each one was a rosy
areola and thick nipples that, when hard like they were now, protruded
at least half an inch from each mound. [Putting the soap back in the
dish he cupped each breast in soapy hands and gently massaged them
feeling their size, their shape, their firmness and their weight. It
was odd. His mind was analyzing how perfect these boobs were and at the
same time his senses were registering so much information it was almost
an overload. His soapy hands were providing all the tactile information
including how soft the skin was while the breasts themselves were
reacting to the touch.
As his hands worked over the orbs the nipples developed and almost
aching feeling. Lightly rubbing his fingers over them made them feel
better but somehow left them wanting more attention. He took one nipple
between a thumb and forefinger. Lightly pinching felt good, lightly
pulling felt good, lightly twirling felt good. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, the
little moan escaped his lips without him even realizing it until he
heard the girl's voice. It felt very good. Creeping into his
consciousness was a distinct feeling between his legs. This wasn't like
being horny and getting hard. This was more like a special itch that
needed to be scratched.
He slid his right had down over his belly to his crotch. Spreading his
legs and slipping his hand between his thighs he slowly explored the
area. It took a minute and then even in this excited state he realized
that there was very little hair. The thought drifted away as his
fingers explored the soft folds of skin and flesh. Parting the lips he
slipped a finger between them and felt the slickness that differed from
the water and soap. His nipples were still calling for attention but
exploring his crotch was feeling mighty good. He stuck his middle
finger into his pussy and that felt nice. Sliding it out and up the
valley between the lips felt nice. Then he touched his clit. That felt
great!
Slowly he slid the finger up and down over his clit. Oh yes he moaned
aloud. Shit that felt fantastic. He slid faster and faster and began to
pinch and tug and twist his left nipple harder. Closing his eyes and
leaning against the shower wall he was overcome by his first orgasm. It
seemed to last for a long, long time. Holy shit! Resting against the
wall, regaining awareness of the spray from the shower and generally
coming back to earth Tony felt... well he felt uh, what? Jealous?
Envious? Angry? He always thought that cumming was the best feeling in
the world, and for a guy it was. But a female orgasm beat that feeling
by a mile. By light years. What he just experienced was amazing.
He tried to get back to reality and the task at hand. Reality, ha!
That's a laugh. I'm in my teenage daughter's body and I don't know how
to get out. Yeesh. He went back to washing the body. It was hard to do.
As his hands moved over it he kept thinking how good it felt. The ass
was round and firm and each glute felt so good in his hands. At the
same time the hands felt good on the body. When he rinsed off he
realized he still needed to shave. And now it dawned on him that meant
more than just the legs. He had felt the stubble under the arms as he
washed there but the memory of the lack of hair between the legs came
back too.
Contorting the body a bit he tried his best to look at the area between
his legs. Holy shit! It looked like a stripper's box down there! There
was one thin area of hair above the lips and below the bikini line
maybe an inch just above the lips widening to almost 2 inches at the
top. The pubes themselves were hairless!
Gingerly reaching down to touch the pubes they felt smooth, not like
the pits and legs. Using some of his shaving cream he lathered each pit
and shaved under each arm. He nicked each armpit twice and it stung
like a bastard. Then on to the legs. That went easier with the
exception of around the ankle. Again he nicked each side once or twice.
After a final rinse Tony stepped out and began to towel off. Everything
felt so alive and running the towel over the breasts and between his
legs caused little sensations that could grow into bigger ones quite
quickly. As he dried the hair he looked in the mirror.
His daughter's beautiful face looked back at him. Blonde and blue eyed
like her mother with a beautiful smile (it ought to be after $4,500
worth of braces) Tiffany was already a very pretty woman and Tony was
sure she turned the boys' heads in school. Thank God she didn't get his
looks he laughed. On the other hand she didn't get her mother's lithe
body. Though not heavy or ungainly Tiffany had a compact, athletic body
that befitted her field hockey and soccer skills. Only 5'3" as opposed
to her mother's 5'11" her body was well proportioned and in great shape
but fuller.
Having broken his earlier resolve Tony took a good look at the body in
the full-length mirror. Wow was all he could think and he let out a low
whistle, well he tried to but found he couldn't. His daughter's body
still had tan lines from the summer that showed she wore a small, very
small to his mind, bikini. No wonder she shaved the way she did, hair
would have showed if she didn't. The breasts looked every bit as
wonderful seeing them in full as they had when he looked down. The
looked as good as they felt. Her legs were pretty muscular, even a bit
more than toned. The nails on her feet were painted a bright pink. She
was not really a jockette though she was athletic because she had all
these feminine touches like the long nails and the painted toes.
Okay, let's get dressed and figure this out. He opened the drawer to
his daughter's dresser and saw several pairs of panties, all the same
type of cotton bikini and he put on the first pair he saw, just plain
light blue. Then he pulled out a bra. He couldn't help but look at the
size, 36C. Nice he thought, same as her mother. He had some trouble
hooking the bra behind him but got it after a minute. Then he selected
socks, jeans, sneakers and a T-shirt, which did not reach the waist.
Did this girl own any shirts you could tuck in?
Once dressed he used a dryer on the hair, another new experience for
him. While he often saw Karen use one he had never used one for
anything other than drying paint or epoxy. He dried most of the hair,
brushed it and turned around. A quick check in the mirror showed that
Tiffany looked like Tiffany.
The body was still on the floor, unmoved from where he last saw it.
Still breathing slowly he didn't even try to move or rouse it. Now what
to do? Eat he thought, realizing that he was hungry. He figured he
should eat the stuff that his daughter liked. So he had granola for the
first time, yogurt for the first time mixed with fruit.
After that he was stumped. What the hell should he do now?
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