You change the outfit right now .

American Dad – Possession Story Chapter 3: Get Out of Your Mother Right Now!

Stan slammed his fist on the kitchen table, face turning bright red.

“Steven Smith! You get the hell out of your mother’s body right this second! That is not a toy! That is my wife! A real American woman! You do not get to play dress-up in her like some kind of perverted video game character!”

Steve (in Francine’s body) froze mid-bite, milk still dripping down his chin onto the tight schoolgirl blouse. He looked up with wide, guilty eyes.

“Dad, I swear! I don’t know how this happened! I just woke up like this! I think Roger did it with that stupid machine in the basement. One second I was in my room, next second I’m… Mom. With all of… this.” He gestured helplessly at Francine’s chest, which jiggled slightly with the motion.

Stan’s eye twitched. “Roger?! That damn alien is dead meat. But right now — you! Go upstairs to your room, take off that slutty outfit, and put on some real clothes! Boy clothes! None of this perverted nonsense!”

Steve sighed, pigtails bouncing. “Okay, okay… geez, Dad.”

He trudged upstairs awkwardly, hips swaying more than he meant them to. A few minutes later he came back down wearing Steve’s normal school clothes — a baggy button-up shirt and khaki pants that were now comically tight and short on Francine’s curvy adult body.

The shirt strained dangerously across her chest, buttons threatening to pop. The pants were way too tight around the hips and thighs, riding up awkwardly. Steve looked ridiculous and absurd, like a teenage boy’s outfit stretched over a fully grown, voluptuous woman.

Stan stared in horror.

“Sweet Lord of Liberty… you look even worse. Those clothes are not meant for your mother’s… proportions. You’re stretching them in places no son should ever stretch!”

Steve tugged uselessly at the too-tight shirt, which only made his (Francine’s) chest bounce more. “Sorry, Dad… these are the only guy clothes I have. Everything feels so tight and weird. My… I mean Mom’s boobs keep trying to break the buttons. And these pants are crushing… everything down there.”

He shifted uncomfortably, clearly embarrassed but also weirdly fascinated by the sensations.

Stan rubbed his temples. “This is a national emergency. We need to get you — her — back to normal before you do something we’ll both regret.”

Steve looked down at himself again, then back up at his dad with a sheepish, very teenage grin.