Frank hesitated for a moment, then walked over to Amanda's closet. He ran his fingers along the hangers, feeling the different textures of her clothes. Soft cotton t-shirts, silky blouses, rough denim jeans. He pulled out a floral sundress, holding it up to Amanda's body in the mirror.
"I always loved seeing you in this," he whispered.
With trembling hands, he began to undress.
Frank hesitated, his hands hovering at the hem of Amanda's shirt. This was wrong. He knew it was wrong. But after years of being nothing more than a formless spirit, the urge to fully inhabit a physical body again was overwhelming.
With a deep breath, he quickly pulled the shirt over Amanda's head before he could change his mind. He fumbled with the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
His heart was racing.
Finally, he forced himself to look in the mirror. The sight of Amanda's bare torso made him gasp. It was so strange to see a woman's body reflected back at him.
The sight took his breath away. Amanda had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her body was slender yet curved in all the right places. Smooth, unblemished skin.
Frank marveled at how different it felt to inhabit a woman's body. He ran his hands down the length of Amanda's legs, turning slightly, taking in the gentle curves.
"Whoa," he whispered, feeling an odd mixture of pride and protectiveness, “Check me out!”
He took a step closer to the mirror, studying every detail of Amanda's face—the way her dark hair cascaded just past her shoulders, the delicate arch of her brows, and those expressive eyes that often mirrored his own. A bittersweet smile crept across his lips as nostalgia washed over him.
Frank found himself staring at Amanda's reflection, transfixed. The dress could wait.
His hands trembled as they hovered over Amanda's body. He traced the curve of her collarbone, marveling at the softness of her skin. His breath caught as his fingers brushed against the swell of her breast.
He pulled his hand back, startled by the rush of emotion that flooded through him. This was his daughter, not just a body he inhabited. He had to be careful.
But his curiosity won out in the end.
He hesitated before cupping her breasts in his hands, marveling at their weight and softness. He couldn't believe that this was how it felt to have breasts. The sensation was so foreign yet intoxicating. He gently squeezed them, marveling at how soft they were.
He traced his fingers over Amanda's stomach, feeling the softness and gentle swell of her abdomen.
"Just one day..." Frank reminded himself.
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