Home for the Week - Part 3

Eric pulled up Jennifer’s phone, unlocking it with her Face ID. 

He went through her messages, social media, and calendar, trying to familiarize himself with her life. He found her schedule was fairly routine - classes, work, and social events. Eric smiled as he saw a message from her boyfriend, Jeremy, with heart-eyes emojis and a suggestive comment.

"Well, this is going to be an interesting week," he chuckled to himself, feeling a rush of excitement and nerves at the thought of pretending to be Jennifer and interacting with Jeremy.

Taking another look at his reflection in the mirror, he said, "Okay, Jennifer. Let's do this."

As Eric sifted through Jennifer's gallery, he found a series of candid shots of her in various outfits, at different events, and with friends. He couldn't help but study her face, comparing it to his own transformation in the mirror. It was both eerie and fascinating to see himself as another person, another gender.

Eric couldn't help but feel pulled towards a particular photograph of Jennifer. She was posing on a boat in a white bikini, her face glinting in the sunlight, her hair blowing in the wind.

Gazing at himself in the mirror, Eric took a deep breath, his heart beating out of his chest. 

He closed his eyes, imagining himself on that boat, feeling the cool sea breeze on his face and the sun warming his body.

Eric turned his attention to Jennifer’s wardrobe. He didn’t understand why, but he knew he needed to find that bikini. 

He quickly found the white bikini from the photo and held it in his hands, examining the fabric and the way it fit in. He couldn't help but feel a pang of excitement, knowing that he was going to wear it soon.

Eric began to undress his daughter’s body. 

Slowly and carefully, he started to slip off her clothes. He couldn't help but marvel at her body revealing itself to him. 

He continued undressing, revealing more and more skin, feeling the softness of her skin underneath his hands, and the curves of her body that he had never known. He was transfixed by the sight of her, feeling a strange mix of guilt and curiosity.

Eric couldn't help but run his hands over her body, feeling the shape of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and the softness of her thighs. He felt a strange mixture of guilt, fascination, and …arousal.

How could he be feeling aroused? Eric shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

He held the white bikini close to his chest, feeling the fabric between his fingers. He knew that this was going to be a risky game, but the thrill of it all was too tempting to resist. He had to experience what it was like to live as his daughter, even if it was just for a week.

With a deep breath, Eric began to slip on the bikini top, feeling the fabric slide smoothly over his chest and between his breasts.

He looked at himself in the mirror, taking a moment to study the reflection of his new body. Jennifer's long blonde hair spilled down his shoulders, and the bikini top lifted his breasts, accentuating their shape.

He took a deep breath, pulling on the bottoms, sliding them up his legs. He felt the material cling to his hips and thighs, emphasizing the curves he never could’ve imagined having.

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he looked at himself in the mirror. This was not Eric anymore, but Jennifer. He was a girl.

With a newfound sense of confidence, he struck a pose, thrusting out his chest and twirling his hair. He couldn't help but feel a surge of euphoria at the sight of himself in the mirror.

He opened the blinds and let some sunlight in, imagining himself as that version of Jennifer in the photo. He felt the warmth on his skin, and his eyes closed, imagining himself on that boat, feeling the breeze in his hair and the sun on his face.

"So this is what it feels like to be a girl," he whispered to himself.

Eric couldn't help but feel the excitement build up inside of him. He was going to spend a week pretending to be his daughter, and he couldn't wait to see what kind of adventures awaited him.