Frank rushed home, nearly slamming the door behind him. He simply couldn’t wait to rip off this dress.
His heart raced, a mixture of exhilaration and dread flooding through him. Frank stood still in the dim hallway, the light from the living room casting warm shadows on the walls.
“Mom?” he called out, his voice an unexpected lilt that rang with Amanda's youthful tone.
The house was empty.
He tiptoed into Amanda's room, the walls adorned with posters of boy bands and colorful fairy lights twinkling softly in the twilight.
Frank looked at himself in the mirror, fascinated by the unfamiliar reflection that stared back at him. He couldn't believe how much he resembled Amanda, both in appearance and mannerisms.
Amanda's body was filled with a feminine energy that Frank had never experienced before. He felt a certain lightness and fluidity in his movements, as if he was floating on air.
He turned to the side, admiring the way his breasts looked in the bra. He couldn't resist reaching out and giving them a gentle squeeze, feeling a surge of arousal shoot through him.
As he explored Amanda's body further, he began to feel a heat building between his legs. His pussy started to throb and ache with need, and Frank couldn't deny the urge to touch himself.
Without hesitation, he slipped his hand into Amanda's panties and started to rub her clit. The sensation was electrifying, and Frank moaned softly as he continued to pleasure himself.
He could feel his pussy getting wetter by the second, and he knew what he needed – a release.
Frank quickly stripped off Amanda's remaining clothing and lay down on her bed. His fingers danced over the soft skin of her thighs. He spread her legs wide open and started to rub her clit in earnest.
The sensations were overwhelming – every touch sent sparks of pleasure shooting through Amanda's body. Frank moaned loudly as he continued to stimulate himself. After all, he was home alone.
He closed his eyes tightly, focusing on the intense pleasure coursing through her body. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment.
He imagined the boys from school —their eyes lingering on her curves. He envisioned their faces, their smiles, the way they would look at Amanda with intrigue and longing, and it only fueled his arousal. They could never know what it truly felt like to be inside of her.
“God, this feels amazing…” he breathed, “I never thought I could experience anything like this.”
The pressure built until he was on the cusp of orgasm. He shoved his fingers deep into his pussy, imagining what it would feel like to be filled up with a real cock.
Then, release. He gasped, his fingers still working instinctively as the aftershocks coursed through Amanda's body. The intensity took him by surprise, leaving him gasping for breath as Amanda’s body shuddered involuntarily.
Frank removed his fingers from Amanda's pussy, admiring the glistening evidence of his arousal.
His eyes caught on a framed photo on her bedside table. It was a young Amanda with him –her father.
Here she was—his daughter. And here he was—lost in her body, indulging in pleasures he could never have imagined.
“What have I done?” he whispered to the empty room.
He studied the photo, as he kneaded his breasts. But rather than being struck with guilt, he found himself laughing in awe. There was something truly freeing about abandoning mortal morals. Morals no longer applied to him –he was just a ghost, after all.
Why should he feel guilty? Why should he not explore this new existence that had been thrust upon him?
If anything, he felt emboldened, free from the constraints of societal norms and expectations that had plagued him as a man.
“So what if you’re my daughter?” he scoffed at his reflection, “Why should that stop us from having a little fun?”
In that moment, he made a decision. If he couldn't experience life as a man anymore, he might as well enjoy it to the fullest in Amanda's body.
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