“Alright, honey,” James smoothed down his teenage daughter’s skirt, “I did it. I possessed her body.”
James’ wife, Carla, smiled, “Good. Good. She was becoming a real nuisance. As long as you’re our darling Sarah, I don’t think she’ll be talking back to us anymore.”
James couldn’t help but let out a low laugh as he ran his hands over Sarah’s chest, feeling the soft jiggle of her breasts beneath her clothes. It was a strange sensation, knowing that he was in control of his daughter’s body.
Carla watched with fascination as James explored their daughter’s curves, her eyes fixated on every movement.
“I think I could get used to this,” he said with a sly grin.
“Just remember,” Carla said, her voice low and conspiratorial, “you have to keep up the act. Be sweet to her friends, keep her grades up. We don’t want anyone getting suspicious or, God forbid, finding out what we’ve done.”
"It's strange being in her skin," he admitted, practicing her voice, letting the inflections roll off his tongue, “I can’t believe I’m actually… Sarah.”
Carla stepped back, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and mischief, “You know, it gives us more than just peace. We’re free now to mold her into the daughter we always wanted.”
James nodded, a grin spreading across his face as he glanced in the mirror, “I’ll be the best daughter you could wish for.”
She brought him in for a hug, her breath warm against Sarah’s ear, “You are our perfect little girl now.”
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