Caught Wet Handed

James's body language and posture immediately changed as his body assumed the shape of a teenage girl. He sat back on his haunches and looked up at the stranger who had just entered his bedroom, staring at him in disbelief.

"What are you doing?!" the man shouted, causing James to instinctively cover himself.

"I, uh.. nothing, sir" James whimpered meekly in a high pitched voice. He went to stand up and look for some clothes when the man stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going? You stay exactly where you are!"

James looked up at the burley man with pleading eyes. He knew his father was angry with him and wanted an explanation. In James' mind a backstory had been planted that was indistinguishable from reality to him. He was Jamie, a fairly regular sixteen year old girl, but one with an ultra strict and conservative father. For as long as she lived under her fathers roof she wasn't allowed boyfriends and she had dutifully remained a virgin unlike most of her girlfriends. But she had the same urges as they did - what else was she supposed to do? It was so unfair!

"I, uh.. I wasn't doing anything" Jamie replied weakly.

"Is that right? So what do you call that?"

The man was pointing at Jamie's hand which, he was horrified to see was covered in pussy juices. He didn't know what to say, she didn't want to make her father angrier, and she knew whatever she said would. Her father was a cruel man who used to punish her by humiliating her. Jamie could remember once when she had wet herself and he had made her show her urine stained pants to her mother, brother and even one of her brothers' friends who was visiting. She dreaded to think what he was going to do here, finding her naked and immediately post ejaculation. She was in her own bedroom, he shouldn't even be in here.

"I don't know, sir"

"You don't know!?" that had definitely made him angrier.

"Then smell it!"

"What?"

"You heard me, if you don't know what it is then smell it and see if you can work it out!"

The audience tried not to giggle as James, crouching on the floor naked and cowering from a guy the same height as him sniffed the imaginary pussy juice on his hands. For him, this was all very real.

"It came from me" Jamie admitted eventually.

"What so you pissed yourself again?"

"No! That was years ago Dad!" Jamie spat back angrily.

"Okay then what it is exactly. I want you to explain to me what it is that came from you that you have on your hand, and which is also on the carpet, and hoe it got there. NOW!"

A fearful James looked up hopelessly at the other man while the audience eagerly awaited his explanation.