Who the hell are you?

"Wait, whose voice is that?!" the girl exclaimed. Looking down at herself she let out a horrified shriek. "Aaaahhhh!" she squealed. "What is this, what happened?!" she exclaimed feeling all over her body.

"What is going on?" you asked into the phone.

"John, why are you just standing there?!" the girl shouted, tears in her eyes. "What happened to me?!"

"How do you know my name?" you reply.

"John, it's me! Your dad!"

Your mind struggled to process the revelation for a second, but immediately caught onto what was going on. "Oh no...," you said to yourself.

"Oh no? What do you mean oh no?! What's wrong?!" his father cried.

"Yes!" the woman over the phone exclaimed. "Now you're getting it!"

"John who is that?" your father asked standing up on her knees.

"Just the person behind all this sweetie," the woman replied. "See John, I'm not just going to let a perfectly good magic body go to waste, it'd be a crime to do so."

"You did this to me?!" you're father exclaimed.

"Guilty as charged," the woman replied happily.

"Why?!"

The woman laughed, "Because I can." Recovering from her laughter she spoke again, "Anyway, here's the deal. You're going to fuck your father's pretty tight new pussy until you put a baby into that fresh womb of his. I'm sorry hers," she corrected.

"Excuse me?!" your father exclaimed.

"And if you don't, you'll switch back to a girl in the morning! So knock the tiny slut up if you want to stay a guy!" With those last words the woman hung up the phone and the line went dead.