Eric, now alone, stood in front of his daughter, Jennifer’s full length mirror.
He studied the reflection before him, taking in the long blonde hair that cascaded down his shoulders and the soft curves of his body. He turned his head to the side, observing the reflection of his new face. Formerly his Jennifer’s face.
He gently touched the smooth skin, feeling the delicate contours of his cheeks and chin. He had to admit, she was quite beautiful, even if she was his daughter.
He didn’t want to look …but he had to.
Eric's eyes flickered down to his chest.
He gingerly cupped his breasts, astonished by how soft they felt. He couldn't believe the sensation of his own hands on them. It was both strange and exhilarating at the same time.
"What am I supposed to do now?" he murmured to himself, his voice soft and feminine.
He examined his legs, the smooth skin and shapely calves. The curves of his hips and his pert behind. He turned around to look at his backside, the curve of his hips accentuated even more.
Eric giggled softly, “Man, this is so fucked up. I’ve become my own daughter. But, I’m so curious about what it's like to live her life. Besides, who wouldn't want to explore this for a week?"
He struck a pose in the mirror, imagining himself as Jennifer. He placed one hand on his hip, tilted his head to the side, and pouted his lips.
He let out a small gasp as his arm rubbed up against her breast. It felt kind of …good.
For a moment, Eric couldn't believe what he had just done. He felt a rush of embarrassment and guilt, but also a strange sense of exhilaration.
With a shake of his head, he forced the thoughts from his mind. He needed to focus on the task at hand - living as Jennifer for a week.
Why do I think they are going to get thrown a curve ball at some point?
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