Man's man

Annabeth turned and whistled as she spotted her brother standing at the door. "Damn, I'd knew you be mostly tits and ass!"

Harold found his voice after a moments and shook his head. "Look at yourself. What a waste!"

Annabeth looked at her reflection in the mirror and nodded in agreement. "I know...if I saw me, like this, when I was the old me, I'd be needing a change in panties all the time." She ran a hand along her cheeks and then looked at the muscles on her body. "It's so weird but this, at the same time, this feels right...you know?"

Harold nodded as he stood by her in the mirror and then smiled. "Now I see where I get most of these features." He had selected that they be related to each other and now he suspected what she also suspected: He was now her daughter. "Damn, to think in these bodies, we're now father and daughter..."

Annabeth laughed a little. "My little princess..."

Harold rolled his eyes before he looked at her packet. "Does it say who you are now married to?"

Annabeth shook her head as she looked down at the documents in her hand. "No, so I must be a single dad. AT least we have a house and a job for me lined up. I'm...Gerald Thatcher, 42 years old, working as a construction foreman. Interesting..."

Harold looked at his packet in his hand. "I'm your daughter, Emily Thatcher, 21, studying business in college. Not sure how long this would last, considering my pills are only for 4 months." He looked back at the reflection in the mirror before he placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "Well, no time like the present, popsicle!"