"Aww shit, alright...the first one!" Ryan blurted out, while trying to resist the urge to play with his daughter's breasts. He stood there uncomfortably rubbing his smooth thighs together and getting a 'moist' feeling between his legs. He realized he was getting turned on by this situation, he was embarrassed and horrifed. "Hurry up!" he cried out at the robotic woman's voice, as it highlighted the option Ryan had picked.
"Stand by. Tranference in 5...4...3...2...1...Initiating transfer" the voice said.
Ryan was then blinded by a flash of light again and he knew he was no longer in his daughter's room...or on her body anymore. But any sense of 'relief' was replaced by disgust and sheer panic as he realized he was knelt down in front of a guy who had his cock out...all ready to be sucked. "JESUS CHRIST!" Ryan blurted out, scrambling backwards.
"What's wrong babe?" the man in front of him frowned, waving his dick provocatively.
"What's wrong?? Plenty's wrong buddy, put that thing away!" Ryan admonished the man, who looked about 20-ish.
As the man reluctantly...even despondently did as 'requested', Ryan took a look down at himself and his heart sank. His stubbly head was now affixed to the body of a girl probably not much older than Lexi was. He was wearing a plain white tank top and denim shorts, as well as sneakers. Suddenly the robotic woman's voice rang out again. "Transfer complete. New I.D is Rebecca Summers, 21 years old, college graduate and waitress.
"Wait...w...what was that now??" Ryan stuttered in surprise.
The man in front of Ryan grew ever more confused. "Who are you talking to Becky?" he asked Ryan.
Ryan just slapped his manicured hands on his face and did a 'slow-burn'. "I thought this kinda shit only happened in Disney films!" he grumbled to himself. "Okay this is messed up, WHAT'S GOING ON??" he shouted out. "Collar exchange my ass. Who the hell thought of this up?" he ranted on, staring down at his new breasts.
"Hey chill out bitch, I only wanted a BJ!" the man told Ryan.
"Bitch??" Ryan muttered as he got to his feet, glaring at the young man.
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