This choice: Shawna and her father have swapped bodies (James’ POV). • Go Back...Chapter #6Shawna and her father have swapped bodies (Jame... by: Wassel   This is crazy, you thought to yourself, as you stood inside of the small hospital bathroom. Staring not at your own reflection but at that of your 16 year old daughter’s. This is completely crazy. Even with the evidence right there before you, what had happened still didn’t make a lick of sense. You were a man. You’d been a man for the last 48 years. You had a job, a wife, two beautiful children. So why now was one of them gazing back at you from the mirror’s surface. Her bright green eyes peering into your very soul and her confused, dejected expression appearing to ask, ”What’s going on Daddy? Why are you me and I’m you?” A question that, even after having it all explained to you by the two doctors, you were still asking yourself.
What was it that they had said? That the severity of the accident and the way in which that truck had struck your car had caused both you and Shawna serious head trauma. And the only way for them to correct this and stop the two of you from becoming mindless vegetables was to perform a highly advanced and experimental brain transplantation technique. Which meant taking a very specific part from each brain and swapping them over. Needing foreign tissue, along with a special enzyme to generate regrowth and stimulate self repair. Which had apparently worked. Only there was a slight hiccup (as there so often is with experimental procedures). The enzyme fusing these new hybrid brains together and rendering them impossible to separate. Not without killing you both. And, seeing how the part that had been removed was responsible for both cognitive thought and memory storage, what Dr. Kerry and Dr. Saunders had ended up performing was essentially a body swap. Leaving your conscious mind inside your daughter’s body and hers in yours. Hence the reflection you were now looking at. Hence the reason that you’d be looking at it for the rest of her life, and Shawna yours.
And not only that. You had to actually pretend to be one another as well. The doctors being adamant that none of this could ever get out. For your families safety as well as to cover their own backs. Lest you get hounded by the media, or locked away in a laboratory to be experimented on. Which you could indeed see the logic in. Leading you as a family, and despite both you and Shawna’s concerns, to sign an non disclosure agreement. Receiving quite a hefty sum as compensation in return.
Not that money would in anyway make up for the fact that you were now 32 years younger, a girl, and the fruit of your own loins. It being so unbelievably awkward and disturbing that even just getting out of bed and walking the eight or so feet to where you now stood felt wrong. Shawna’s much smaller, female form moving in a completely different way. In a way that made you feel rather creepy and perverted to actually be experiencing this. Experiencing the way in which her chest freely bounced and jiggled beneath the drab green hospital gown she was dressed in. Not to mention how her wide hips and larger backside rolled from side to side. Which, as a man, was a completely foreign style of walking. Yet, in her body, it seemed impossible to move in any other way. No longer being equipped to perform the big, purposeful, manly strides that you were so used to. The fact that your genitalia had also changed and was no longer hanging down between your legs not going unnoticed either. Being overtly aware that you instead had her vagina. Your sweet baby girl's vagina. Who, in your eyes, could do no wrong. Being perfect in every way. The two of you having always had a great relationship. From just about the first moment she'd arrived. Loving her so deeply. Which only enhanced the wrongness of it all. Her sexual organs not being something you've ever had to think about before. At least, not since she was still in diapers and you'd have to clean her up. Before she'd blossomed into the beautiful, chesty young woman that she'd become. Having to imagine that, in her own hospital bed across the hallway, she was having the exact same thoughts and feelings that you were. Being saddled with your broad, middle aged form. With your scruffy red beard, prominent beer belly, and the very penis that had been responsible for her creation between what was now her legs. Which understandably no child would ever want to see. Never mind have to actually deal with.
"What's done is done though... I guess," you gently sighed. Your once baritone voice now her much softer and higher pitched one. "No going back now." Despite your discomfort and deep sadness at having inadvertently stolen your baby girl's life, there really was nothing you could do about it. That was her existence, just as this was now yours. And standing here wallowing in it wasn't going to do either of you any good. Not when you were supposed to be getting up and dressed and out of here. The two doctors not wanting to keep you in for too long, lest everyone starts to get suspicious. Having already begun spinning a lie that you'd merely had a few bumps and bruises and hadn't been in anyway hurt seriously at all.
The question was however, as you looked at the small pile of clothing that you'd been tasked with putting on (Shawna's clothing); Were you prepared to just get it over and done with and actually undress in front of this here mirror? Or was it best to preserve your unease at seeing her naked body for as long as you possibly could? Band-aid approach or not? It was, after all yours now, and you could hardly avoid it forever. Just as she'd be unable to do with yours.
Which was why in the end you took a deep breath, mentally apologized to your daughter and then reached for the bottom of the hospital gown. Feeling your heavy, unrestrained chest pulling you in that direction. Bobbing against one another and causing your new nipples to scrape against the material. Which also seemed entirely foreign. Being so big, and prominent, and sensitive.
You persevered however, despite these distractions. Grabbing a hold of the hem of the garment and pulling it up towards your head. Both your chest and your long, wavy hair causing it to get snagged. But eventually after a bit of a struggle you managed to get it free and tossed it rather unceremoniously to the floor. Leaving you now staring at Shawna’s entirely nude reflection. Your initial reaction to which was, Okay.. This is weird. This is very weird. I should… I should not be seeing this. I REALLY shouldn’t be… Finding it extremely difficult to look upon her young, nubile form. Being short and slim, and yet incredibly curvy. Her sweet, angelic face and mop of red hair giving way to a body that would make a grown man weep (and almost was). A smattering of freckles continuing onto her huge, firm and beautifully shapely bosom. Which had next to no sag at all and was decorated by wide pink rings and two very obvious, very thick nubs that were poking right out from the middle. Shawna’s breasts putting her own mother’s, and even a lot of nude models, completely to shame. Never imagining that your 16 year old daughter actually possessed a pair like these. That were virtually perfect in every way. Beneath which, her stomach was flat and her waist small. Making her hips appear all the larger. This, thankfully, due to her short stature and the sink cutting the mirror off, being all that you were currently able to see. Looking down only resulting in a mass of freckle covered breast flesh. Which you immediately pulled your eyes from. Flushing red with embarrassment and shame and trying to redirect your gaze anywhere else. Anywhere but at your sweet, baby girl.
Until that was you heard your wife, Angela, and the mother of the body you were in, call out to you from the other side of the bathroom door. "James? ...James are you okay in there?" Having obviously come to check that you weren't having trouble with Shawna's bra. Or any other feminine item of clothing you'd never worn.
"Uhm... Yuh-Yeah. I'm... I'm okay," you told her. Which was of course a straight up lie. Your eyes remaining fixed on the small toilet to your right. Even as you felt your new womanly parts jiggle.
"Are you sure? You don't sound okay," she rather perceptively replied. Angela having always been able to read you like a book (due to being a pretty simple guy). Assuring you that, "It's... It's okay if you're not. Nobody is expecting you to just accept all this and carry on like everything is normal. God knows I wouldn't be able to if it were me."
"I know. I just... I want to try and set a good example for Shawna," you told her. "Show her that we can get through this. That it's not as scary as it seems." Closing your eyes now and mentally kicking yourself for being so weak. "It's just... It's... I'm standing here in her naked body for God sake! My little girl's naked body! It's... It's just not right." Which was the understatement of the century.
"I know. None of this is, James. And I know it must be uncomfortable for you." Again, another understatement. "But... it's really not your fault. And it's not something that you can avoid either." Your wife echoing your own thoughts. "That's you now. So just... Just do what you do when you are dealing with a difficult client. Put your head down and get on with it. The quicker the better. Then we can at least get the two of you home."
This of course being a reference to your job as an electrician. Having always been a very practical, hands on guy. As well as had to deal with a lot of irritating and condescending customers, who think they know much better than you do. And, given the fact that you were a big teddy bear at heart, you normally did exactly that. Ignored them and got on with your work. Just like she was instructing you to do now.
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