Does She Leave?

I stared at her, aghast. Maybe it was the intensity of my reaction, maybe it was the fact that she'd just cum, but - for the first time since switching bodies with my daughter - Mary backed down.

Whether or not the contrite look on her face was genuine, I couldn't say, but she backed down.

"Of course," she said, and almost immediately, I was alone.

I swear, no man has ever loaded up a porn site as quickly as I did that afternoon. I knew that Mary - well, Mary's body - was going to be home within the next half-hour, and so it was a race against the clock.

I was hard as I could ever remember being, I was right on the edge...but, to my horror, I immediately found a problem in every video I loaded up.

One porn star had the same hair-color as my daughter; the next was wearing a school uniform. The next video took place in a den far too similar to the one that I was sitting in...I clicked through video after video, wanting nothing more than to cum, unable to find anything completely safe.

I had never seen my daughter's tits (and was never going to), and so I was safe for a few minutes with a titty-fucking video...until I realized that the porn-star's skin was the exact same shade of olive as Rose's.

"No no no no," I muttered, before the obvious solution occurred to me.

Clumsily typing "black chiscks" into the search bar, I was delighted to find that the dark-skinned beauties populating the results page had ZERO physical similarities to my daughter.

I was safe.

Running my hand up and down my hardness, I allowed myself to get lost in the video: a black woman getting plowed from all sides by equally-dark men. I'm sure there was some semblance of a plot; all I cared about was getting off without any chance of my daughter's body entering my mind.

Before long, my balls were gleefully emptying themselves into a tissue that I'd prepared for that very purpose. With a sigh of relief, I cleaned everything up and pulled up my pants...

And that was when I heard it.

"Rose?"

Shit. Mary was home.

Well, Rose was home. Rose in Mary's body was home.

I cleaned up as quickly as I could, and opened my office door. My 'wife' was standing there - Rose had managed to do a better job at Mary's makeup today, although her stance was all wrong. My wife has many vices, but slouching is not one of them.

The worried look on her face was really what concerned me.

"Honey-blossom?" I asked, hoping she couldn't smell anything on me as I moved towards her. "What's up?"

"Rose was..."

"What?"

"When I came home, Rose was kneeling outside your office."

I tightened my jaw.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. What were you doing in there?"

"Oh, we'd just had a bit of a fight," I lied smoothly. "I'd told her she couldn't wear that damn bikini, and that I was going to get rid of it."

"What? She looks great in that bikini!"

My first instinct was to argue, but then I remembered who I was really talking to. I remembered the reason we were doing this in the first place.

"I know," I said after a pause. A fight wouldn't help anyone here. "But surely you can agree she's too young to be showing off that much skin."

"Uh, she's not a child. She's old enough to make her own decisions."

I bit my tongue, and took a deep breath before responding.

"You're right," I said calmly. "Yeah, that's a good point. What do you think we should do?"

"Let her wear the bikini. Where did you hide it?"

"In the safe," I said. "That's probably why she was spying - trying to see the combination."

"Ha!"

Hearing my daughter's derisive laugh coming from my wife's lips was an odd experience. Of course, it wasn't even in the top ten 'odd experiences' I'd had over the last few days, so I didn't dwell on it.

"Hmmm?"

"Doesn't work."

"What?"

"You can't see someone unlock the safe from there. You can only see your chair, and..."

Rose trailed off, my wife's eyes avoiding mine as she realized what she was saying.

"Probably." she awkwardly concluded. "I mean, that's what I reckon. What do you think?"

I decided to keep playing into my daughter's perception of me.

"Probably," I casually responded. "I'll get the bikini out after dinner."

"I can get it!" my daughter offered, far too quickly. "What's the combination?"

I stifled a smile.

"Don't worry about it, honey. You've had a long day. Let me take care of this."

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"I know. I screwed up."

I stood in my daughter's doorway, leaning against the frame. I had done the disappointed father act so many times, but this was the first time I felt like it was actually working.

Too bad it was on the wrong person.

"I know."

I didn't say a word, just raised one eyebrow.

"God damn it, Andrew, I know. I'm sorry. It's just..."

She let out a sigh so despondent, I would have thought she was putting it on, but then I noticed her eyes were watering.

I sat down beside her on the bed, and put one arm around her.

"It's okay, honey. Just...we need to be more careful, okay?"

"I know."

"In future, just..."

"Andrew, I know."

"You can't let those hormones...-"

"Andrew..."

I decided to drop it. Giving my daughter an awkward fatherly side-hug, I kissed her on the top of the head, and - for the first time in a week - started to feel as though things were getting back to normal.

The next day was a Saturday. No school, no work.

Well, technically any day could be a work day for me; the benefit of being your own boss. But we'd decided many years ago to make Saturdays 'Family Day', something that Rose had loved as a little girl (and increasingly resented as the years went by).

She hadn't been home for a Family Day in almost a year - probably off with 'Spike'.

When my wife (in Rose's body) entered the kitchen and put on some toast, Rose (in my wife's body) practically squawked in alarm.

"Honey!" she said, slightly too intensely. "What are you doing here?"

"Family Day," my wife said, rolling Rose's eyes.

"Yes," my daughter replied, through Mary's gritted teeth. "But what about...you know."

"What?"

I had to admit, my wife was doing an excellent job of aping my daughter's mannerisms and attitude. If I didn't know any better, I wouldn't have been able to tell there was anyone but Roe in there.

"You know. The game!"

"Mo-om! God, you're such a freak. How do you know about the game? Are you spying on me?"

"No, no!"

It was almost funny, watching my daughter try to desperately back-peddle.

"No, I just, uh, heard about it. From Spike's mom. She...wanted to know if we were coming."

"God, you've been talking to Spike's MOM? What is wrong with you?"

"Honey, he seems to be...he seems to be a, uh, a nice...young...lad. Yes."

To my surprise, tears welled up in my daughter's eyes. Mary really knew what she was doing.

"Well he can't be THAT nice because he's been sleeping with LACEY for the last two months!"

"What!? That SLUT!"

I looked away to stifle a laugh, and when I glanced back, I noticed that my wife's eyes were growing wet as well.

Crap. I had forgotten that this was the first Rose was hearing about her own break-up.

"Uh, honey," I said, putting a gentle hand on my wife's arm. She pulled it away in anger, before realizing what she was doing.

"Sorry, sweetie-pie," Rose said, clenching my wife's teeth. I made a mental note to move up her next dental appointment; I very much doubted my daughter was brushing. "I just...I didn't know that my daughter had been dumped."

"I didn't even know she was dating."

"You don't know anything."

There was an awkward pause as my two girls realized they'd said the exact same thing at the exact same time. I side-stepped the entire situation, picked up my iPad, and pretended to continue reading the news.

"Honey," my daughter said, in a fairly good impression of my wife. "Are you okay?"

"Like you even care," my wife muttered, doing a superb impression of my daughter.

"Of course I care," Rose said, opening my wife's eyes slightly as she realized the truth of what she was saying. I tried to keep my attention on the tablet screen, but it was hard - was this the breakthrough we'd been looking for? Was Rose finally getting it?

The next words she said sent my hopes crashing through the floor, and almost doubled my heart-rate.