Parody: American dad
Francine has some visitors
Chapter 1
by 
Superman182
American Dad – Possession Story Chapter 1: Just Another Tuesday Morning
The Smith house smelled like bacon and slightly burnt toast, the way it always did on a Tuesday morning. Francine hummed happily to herself as she flipped eggs at the stove, wearing her favorite pink apron over a simple yellow sundress. Stan sat at the kitchen table with his newspaper open, muttering about “liberal media bias” while sipping his coffee. Hayley was glued to her phone at the counter, Steve was half-asleep with cereal stuck to his chin, and Klaus the fish swam lazy circles in his bowl.
Down in the basement, someone was tinkering with a strange new device. The family had mostly ignored it, assuming it was just another weird invention lying around the house.
Upstairs, Francine called out cheerfully, “Breakfast is almost ready! Come eat before it gets cold!”
A low hum came from the basement. Then a blinding white flash shot upward through the floorboards like lightning.
In the kitchen, Francine suddenly froze mid-flip, spatula still in hand. Her eyes went wide for half a second, then completely blank. The spatula clattered loudly to the floor.
She just stood there, staring straight ahead with a vacant expression.
A moment later, the woman who looked exactly like Francine Smith slowly tilted her head. A strange new expression crossed her face as she looked down at her own body — the sundress hugging her chest and hips.
She ran her hands slowly down her sides, feeling the fabric and the curves beneath it, as if discovering them for the very first time.