Meeting Myself?

I, stumbled from Kelly's room, a little unsteady as I adjusted to the natural sway of my new wider hips and my now much slimmer and shorter frame. Distracted by the movement of my new body and especially the constant shifting of my boobs, I failed to notice the solidly built male figure emerging from the home office until it was too late. Careening off his broad chest, I staggered back and landed on my borrowed butt with a painful thump.

"Sorry princess," he/I apologised, helping me back to my feet. "Is everything alright? You look a little flushed there."

I watched his (my?) face intently, searching for some sign that the person behind those familiar brown eyes was not who they appeared to be, but all I saw was affectionate amusement. Whoever this was, it clearly wasn't Kelly.

"I, I'm fine, uh, dad," I stammered, deciding to play along at least for now. "I just needed to use the bathroom."

I felt my cheeks heat up at that. The last thing I wanted was to do anything bathroom related while in Kelly's body but having blurted it out it would look strange not to go. I was sure that this other me was some kind of imposter, but until I figured who or what he actually was, I didn’t want him to know that I was onto him. Caught by my own logic, I saw **** but to hustle to the bathroom...