My Daughter, Kelly

The laptop clattered to the floor as I stumbled from the bed, a knot of queasy anxiety forming in my stomach as I took in my surroundings.

I knew this room. I recognized the boy band posters on the walls and the gratingly cheery pop music playing in the background.

"Oh no. No, no, no, this can't be." I moaned, throwing open the wardrobe, already knowing what I'd see in the full-length mirror.

Staring back at me from the glass, wide-eyed, red-faced, and naked from the waist down, was Kelly. I just came in the body of my eighteen-year-old daughter. I'd been thrusting my fingers into her tight young snatch like some demented pervert and, oh god, it felt so good...

I caught myself twisting at the waist to admire her firm young behind. Mentally comparing it to my wife's mature curves.

"No. Nope. Nuh-uh. No way." I told myself, turning a smart 180 away from the mirror, "We are not going there. What happened was an accident. Just the different hormones catching me off guard. I'm fully in control now, and I'll be damned if I'm going to start perving on my own daughter."

I screwed me eyes shut, but that didn't stop my traitorous hands reaching to play with her perky tits or purge the memory of how good using her body had felt from my mind.

Gritting my teeth, I deliberately kept me hands away from myself and instead plucked a pair of plain black leggings from a stack of clean laundry. Resisting the urge to look ogle any further, despite the voice whispering at the back of my mind that there couldn't be any harm in taking just one more peek.

Hastily I shimmied into the leggings, grateful for the coverage they provided, although they fit so tightly I hardly felt less naked with them on.

Trying to put thoughts of female fashion out of my mind, I paced restlessly across the small bedroom.

I had to think, how had this happened to me, to us?

What could have triggered such a bizarre transformation?

Then, like a bolt from the blue, it hit me. The app! It had to be, it was the only slightly unusual thing to intrude on my comfortably humdrum routine for weeks. Somehow, it had put me in my daughter's body.

Did that mean she was now me?

I had to find out...