Frank shook his head and took a deep breath, trying to get over the initial shock of inhabiting a teenage girl’s body. He had started to feel himself getting wet and his nipples start to harden from all the touching, and decided to stop for now before things got out of hand.
He turned back to the dresser and began to rummage through her drawers. He blushed as he realized how strange it was to be searching through his daughter's underwear.
Frank quickly pulled out a pair of panties and a bra, trying not to dwell on the fact that they were his daughter's.
He quickly stepped into the panties, feeling their softness against his skin. He fumbled with the bra clasp for a moment before finally getting it secured around Amanda's chest.
Frank sucked in his stomach, trying to get a better sense of Amanda's body. He turned sideways in the mirror, examining how her breasts looked in the bra.
He ran his hands over Amanda's hips, marveling at how different they felt from his own narrow ones.
Frank carefully stepped into the dress, slowly pulling it up over Amanda's hips and buttoning it up the back. It fit like a glove, hugging every curve of her body.
Frank was taken aback by just how much he looked like his daughter. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be wearing such a feminine outfit.
But then reality hit him like a ton of bricks. This wasn't his life anymore. He couldn't stay here, pretending to be someone else. He needed to let go and move on.
With a heavy heart, Frank started to undo the buttons on the dress. As much as he enjoyed being Amanda for a short while, it wasn't fair for him to intrude on her life like this.
But before he could take off the dress completely, there was a knock at the door.
"Hey, Amanda, can we talk?" It was her step-father, Mark.
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