Stan has to go to work. Roger’s left alone

American Dad – Possession Story Chapter 3: Stan Heads to Work

Stan stood there in the kitchen, face still purple, staring at the woman who looked exactly like his wife but was clearly not her.

“Roger, I swear on the American flag, if you don’t get out of my wife right now — ”

Roger (in Francine’s body) waved a hand dismissively, still lightly adjusting the front of her sundress. “Relax, Stanley. Your precious traditional marriage is safe. I’m just… borrowing the goods for a bit. Besides, look at me — I make this sundress look fabulous.”

Stan glanced at the clock and groaned. “Damn it, I’m already late for work. Bullock will have my ass if I’m not at the CIA by eight. I can’t leave you — I mean her — like this!”

Roger smiled sweetly, placing a hand on his (her) hip and giving a little pose. “No problem at all, dear husband. I’ll just pretend to be Francine for the day. Cook, clean, smile pretty, maybe bake some apple pie for that classic American vibe you love so much. What could possibly go wrong?”

Stan narrowed his eyes, clearly not buying it. “You better not. I mean it, Roger. No funny business. No alien weirdness. And keep those hands off… off my wife’s… assets.”

He grabbed his briefcase, gave one last worried look at “Francine,” and headed for the door. “I’ll call you at lunch. Be normal!”

The door slammed shut. Stan was gone.

Roger (in Francine’s body) waited a few seconds, then broke into a wide, gleeful grin. He ran his hands slowly down his sides, cupping his breasts again and giving them a firm, appreciative squeeze.

“Ohhh yes… now that the square is gone, let’s see what we’re really working with.”

He walked over to the full-length mirror in the hallway, turning side to side, admiring the way the sundress hugged every curve. He ran his fingers along the neckline, tracing the swell of Francine’s chest, then slid his hands lower over her hips and thighs.

“Mmm… so soft. So warm. These hips sway so nicely when I walk. And down here…” He slipped a hand under the hem of the dress, exploring with shameless curiosity. “Well hello, Mrs. Smith. No wonder Stan’s always in a good mood.”

Roger let out a low, delighted chuckle, still staring at his reflection as he continued to touch and admire every inch of his new body.

“This is going to be the best day ever.”