Emma: Daddy

Anonymous asked: hey it's Emma again... and iv'e been waiting... you still haven't swapped me back. did you change your mind? is this some kind of vacation to you? Because my life isn't that great so give it back! and what did you do with my boss! what did you do to my dad!

Okay okay, no need to get your panties uh, my panties in a bunch you can have your body back. But first I want you to know what happened to your dad was totally not my fault. I mean I like him he’s a great guy but he was getting super controlling just because I was having a bit of fun. Telling me what to wear and what to do. I mean I’m a grown ass woman if I want to dress like a hooker get wasted and let the football team run a train on me I totally can. He just wouldn’t see what a jerk he was being.

“Young lady,” he said in that huffy condescending tone he gets “You may not be a little girl anymore but I am still your father you will give me your respect!”

Well, I just saw red

“Whatever dad" I snapped “but don’t think for a second you’d still be so high and mighty if had a hot horny body like this one.”

As I spoke my power lashed out wrapping him in an invisible web of magical energy. His body changed before my eyes, shrinking, shedding its mass.

“Ahh! What’s happening to me?” he squealed his voice pitching higher “My body, My voice! I sound like a girl!”

HIs voice wasn’t the only thing changing his face was transforming too. I watched the lines of age smooth away along with any trace of facial hair. His feature shifted and soften until he looked less like your father and more like your sister. Your younger sister at that, nineteen or twenty if I had to guess.

“No no no no.” he whimpered grabbing at his crotch “It’s gone! I… I’m… I have a pussy!”

He seemed too shocked by that revelation to do more than stare blankly as his clothes began to change too. His customary business suit billowed outwards as if caught in a strong wind then it began to shrink. It moulded itself to your father’s new body revealing the full extent of his transformation. His pants become tight leather shorts showing off his long shapely legs and girlish new ass. His shirt morphed into an off the shoulder top with a band logo on it. His tie split into a collection of chokers and chains. In less time than it takes to describe he transformed completely from a middle-aged man into a punk teen girl. I expected him to panic and beg me to change him back but instead he, or rather she, lit a cigarette and glared at me as if daring me to say something.

“Jeeze sis you don’t hafta look so shocked,” she said with a sneer “it’s not like you’ve never seen me smoke before.”

I just nodded dumbly as an understanding of what I had done sank in. Somehow I had transformed your staid conservative father into your rebellious teenage sister.

“Ugh, whatevs” she dismissed me with a shrug “Mom! I’m taking the car. I won’t be back ‘til late!”

“Okay, have fun dear.” your mother responded as your sister pushed past me and out the door.

She seemed completely unbothered to suddenly be a single mother and to have gained an additional daughter. In fact, no one I’ve spoken to recently even remembers your dad. 

It’s a little scary to think I could have changed reality like that by accident so I’m swapping back with you now while I try and figure out what exactly happened. Don’t worry though, this isn’t goodbye I’ll come back and visit that hot bod of yours again very soon ;)