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 "The Old Switcheroo Revisited"

   by Pedro Vila





   Frank and Stacy McQueen were beaming at their new house.  Now Hilary
would have a real bedroom of her own.  A ten year old girl should have more
privacy.  Besides, her parents were always kissing and disappearing and
other mushy stuff.

   Frank was happy his new job put more money into the family so they could
have nice things.  He was hard working, good natured, and sported a tattoo
on his muscular arm.

   His wife, Stacy, was a real looker too.  A good sized chest (not 36DD)
and a full head of blonde hair.  But she was much too tough to be a typical
blonde.  Both people had found each other when Frank had been driving
trucks and Stacy was a truck stop waitress.  It was love and lust ever
since.

   They couldn't get enough of each other.  They tried all sorts of
different games and positions in the bedroom and never tired of it.  To
most people, Stacy would be considered a nympho.  To Frank, she was just
right.

   Frank and Stacy were determined to break in every room even before the
movers could show up with the belongings.  Hilary went out into the
backyard to wait it out.

   A neighborhood boy on the other side of the fence asked if they were
moving in and Hilary told him they were.  He was a cute boy about her age.
Maybe they would be friends.  The boy however, seemed a little scared to
talk.  Hilary had a while, knowing her parents, so she eventually drew him
out some.

   He told her some weird stories about the previous people who lived there
before them.  There was a girl, now in college, who sometimes was somebody
else.

   "Who?" Hilary asked him.

   "I don't know.  I think it was her father." he replied.

   "Her father would come talk to you?"

   "Yeah.  But it was her."

   "I don't understand." Hilary said.

   "She looked like Rita, but she acted like her father, Shawn."

   Hilary decided that the boy was weird and they probably wouldn't be
friends after all.  Inside, she hoped the place was haunted.  That would be
cool, she thought.

   Stacy called her daughter in when the movers were finally let inside. 
Then work of getting situated and set up took the rest of the day.



   After a week there, Hilary asked her parents if the place was haunted.

   Frank didn't take her seriously even after she told them what the boy
out back told her.  Stacy then started to talk about playing ghost and they
disappeared into the basement to fool around.

   Frank was the ghost first and he snuck up on the poor unsuspecting woman
while she was pretending to do the laundry.  He was under a sheet and he
pulled her under with him.  They got very sweaty wrapped under the linen
and breathing each others breath while exerting much force against each
other.

   Afterwards, they lay there and panted.  Stacy said, "Next time, I'm the
ghost."

   "Didn't you like my ghosting?" Frank replied.

   "Was that the best you got?  If you can't do better then that, I'll
ghost next time."

   Frank couldn't resist a challenge.  He ghosted his wife again.  All of
the laundry ended up having to be redone later.



   Life with the three settled down to normal fairly quickly.  Hilary was
used to her parents always getting mushy and doing adult things out of
sight.  Mostly, she didn't want to see it, but underneath she really was
proud of how much they loved each other.  She hoped that one day, she would
be as lucky when it was time for her to marry.

   They were in the new house for almost six months and nobody ever saw one
ghost there.

   But something else did happen.

   Hilary woke up in her fathers bed.  She felt strange, like when an arm
falls asleep, but all over.  She didn't know how she got there and she
thought maybe she had been sleep walking.

   She reached over to her father.  "Daddy?"

   Frank woke and mumbled, "Hilary?" Wasn't she supposed to knock first? He
looked over to the door but it was closed.  Stacy was awake and looking at
him.

   She seemed urgent.  "Daddy." she said again.  It must be a new game,
Frank thought.  Well they've done weirder.

   He reached for his sexy wife and started to pull her closer.  "Tell
daddy what he can do for you." he said with his 'we're gonna really fuck'
voice.

   Hilary freaked and almost jumped out of bed.  "What are you doing?!" she
cried.  Frank stopped.  That wasn't a play voice.  It didn't sound like
Stacy's either.  Frank turned on the lamp.  Stacy stood backed against the
door looking scared.  "What's wrong, baby?" he asked.

   Hilary looked down at herself and saw that she was not only naked, but
had breasts too.  She looked back at her dad with her mouth open and then
ran out of the room.

   Frank had no idea what his wife was doing but he chased after her with
concern.  He found her in her in Hilary's room staring at the bed.  Hilary
was laying there asleep.

   "Who are you?!" Franks wife shouted suddenly to her sleeping child. 
Hilary awoke and looked sleepily at her naked mother standing beside the
bed.  Frank thought his wife was having a breakdown.  He tried to gently
hold her shoulders and lead her out.

   Hilary took a look at them and said to Frank, "You fucking bastard! 
What are you doing with another woman in our house?  I'll tear your head
off, you...." Hilary stopped at the sight of her own body standing in front
of her.  Then she looked down at herself and saw a child's body instead of
her luscious tits.

   Frank's own mouth was now open.  That sounded like Stacy.  "Hilary?" he
asked Hilary's body.

   Hilary's body said, "I'm Stacy.  What the hell's going on?"



   They sat, dressed, in the living room and were still trying to make some
sense of what had just happened.  Everybody sat away from each other.

   "So let me get this strait.  Your Hilary, in your mothers body and
your...  Hilary?  Stacy?  In our daughters body?" Frank asked.

   Stacy kept shaking her head.  She was now a ten year old girl.

   Hilary kept feeling her mothers breasts, now on her, and couldn't stop
thinking about what it was like.  She had always wondered.  "I think I know
what's happened." She said.  "Remember when I told you about what the
neighbor boy said?  I think this is what he meant."

   "So you two have switched body's like in some Star Trek show?" he asked.

   "I think it was the Twilight Zone." Stacy chimed in.  She seemed pretty
okay now.  She felt so young and light.  So full of energy.  It felt great.

   "I need an aspirin." Frank said.  Stacy was up with her new found energy
and got him the bottle.  Frank took out a couple of pills.  "Thanks,
Hilary."

   "I'm Stacy."

   Frank dropped a couple of more aspirin into his hand and downed them. 
Hilary was now beginning to look at herself under the robe she was wearing.
She looked up suddenly to her mother.  "You have jewelry on your thing!"
Stacy blushed and Frank shook his head.  They didn't really plan on telling
their daughter about that.

   Stacy asked Hilary, "Is it bugging you?  We should take it off."

   "No, it's just weird feeling.  Did it hurt?"

   "For a few days, after that I started to cum...." Stacy stopped herself.
That was her own daughter she was talking to.  It was hard to remember that
Hilary was still a child even if she looked grown up now.  And what about
herself?  Stacy's mind went right to sex.  How were they going to do that?
She couldn't just do her husband with her own daughters body.  That would
be wrong in so many ways.

   Something in the back of Stacy's dirty mind thought it would be great to
lose her cherry again, this time with the right man.

   "That does it." Frank said.  "First thing in the morning, I'm calling
the people who lived here before.  Maybe they can tell me what's going on."



   "Hello." Frank said into the phone.  "Are you Shawn Masterson?"

   "Yes." said Shawn over the other end.

   "Yeah.  This is Frank McQueen.  We moved into the house you sold."
Silence from the other end.  "Um, can I ask you a question?"

   Another moment of silence, then, "Sure."

   "Did anything funny ever happen while you were living here?"

   Another pause.  "Why?  What have you heard?"

   Frank felt he was on to something here.  "Like switching bodies?"

   A long silence then.  Frank thought he might have hung up, but then
Shawn said, "Oh, shit."

   Frank went off.  "Oh shit is right!  What the fuck is going on?  You
never said anything about this.  I should come over there and kick your
lying ass!"

   "Stop!" Shawn yelled.  Frank shut up.  "You wouldn't believe me.  Nobody
ever believed me.  I thought it was me all this time." A pause.  "So it's
the house.  I wish I'd known."

   "Great!  It's the house.  How do we fix it?  My wife and kid are all
screwed up here.  How do we get them back to normal?"

   Shawn said with worry, "Your wife and kid switched places?  Oh, man. 
Your not going to like it."

   "Why?  What do we gotta' do?"

   "Sex." Shawn said.

   "What?"

   "You got to have sex, or they do.  I'm not sure with your case."

   Frank looked at his wife and daughter, or his daughter and wife.  Which
ever one was which.  They didn't know what he was being told and Frank was
afraid to tell them.  "I can't do that.  Hey wait a minute!  You switched
with your own daughter, didn't you?" Frank then heard the click from the
other end.  "The asshole hung up on me!" he told his family.

   "What did he say?" Stacy asked with her young girls voice.

   "Uh....  He said we just have to wait." Frank didn't want Hilary to hear
what Shawn told him.  As horny as they were, they wanted to keep Hilary
from too much adult behavior.

   "For how long?"

   Frank had no answer.



   It was the last week of school for Hilary and Stacy thought she could
pull it off hands down.  But after the first day of pretending she was her
daughter, Stacy came home looking frazzled.  "I didn't know it was so hard.
I don't remember school being this hard.  I couldn't even figure out what
anybody was talking about.  Don't they speak English there?"

   Hilary coached her mother as best as she could.  The last week was
needed for her to pass.  Somehow, they got through it.

   Hilary lost all of her friends though.  Stacy was too crude to play a
preteen and Hilary tried once to tell her best friend that she was in her
mothers body.

   Nobody bought it.



   For the summer, they got to go to parks and water slides as a family. 
Hilary had no idea what to do with all the adult men staring at her all the
time in her mothers bathing suit, but thought it was kind of cool.  Stacy,
on the other hand, had a real hard time not flaunting herself like she
always did before.  It didn't look right on a child's body and some of the
looks she got made her think somebody was going to call child protective
services.  Except for a few men who were actually looking at her with lust.
That part pleased her until she realized why they were looking.

   Hilary also kept fidgeting around in her bathing suit.  Stacy asked her
not to.  "I can't help it." she told her mother.  "It's your...  thing on
your...  thing."

   Stacy knew what she meant.  That was why she got herself pierced there
in the first place.

   They were always close as a family, but this thing made them real close
and yet far away too.

   Frank was getting horny.  Stacy was getting horny.  Hilary kept
fidgeting in her seat.

   Frank finally took his wife aside and told her what Shawn had said to
him the only time they spoke.  They could never reach him again after that
first time.

   Stacy was both startled and excited.  She had kept thinking about
getting her cherry popped again and it just kept making her worse.  She
wanted to fuck her husband so bad.  They had never abstained for so long
before.

   "I can't fuck Hilary." Frank told her.  "She's still a little girl, and
besides, she's my daughter."

   "You won't be fucking Hilary.  You'll be fucking me."

   "But I want to fuck your body.  It's all woman."

   "Then you'd be fucking Hilary." Stacy told him.

   Frank took some more aspirin and a very cold shower.



   Stacy and Frank agreed that it was okay to jack him off.  Stacy's hand
was smaller and she thought about how big his cock was now.  It wasn't
really bigger, but it might as well have been with Stacy's new size.  She
wanted to feel him inside her.  He would be so huge in her.

   Stacy stopped in the middle of a hand job and went down on her husband.
He was huge in her mouth and the thought of it being a virgin mouth turned
her on to the point where she came.

   Frank had to close his eyes and it felt like his wife giving him great
head like always.  But the mouth was smaller and it kept bringing him back
to the reality that it was his daughters mouth.  Then he felt Stacy vibrate
the way she always did when she came and all of the pent up needs came
bursting through his balls and flooded into the small mouth that swallowed
greedily.

   Hilary was unstoppable and jumped on him with her mouth on his.  Frank
tried to kiss back but it was his daughters mouth.  He felt like a pervert.

   Stacy understood, and backed off.  The next few days, she tried to talk
him into giving in and letting go with her, body be damned.  They both were
getting edgy from unfulfilled lust.



   Frank gave in after a month longer.  He couldn't take it anymore but
then couldn't do it when it came time to do the deed.

   Stacy left him there in their bedroom and he lay feeling like a heel. 
Stacy came back with Hilary beside her.  Frank got an instant erection at
the sight of his well endowed wife, or at least her body.  The he
remembered who it was and tried to cover himself.

   "Frank.  Hilary has something to tell you." Stacy said.

   "Daddy?" Hilary said.  "Mom told me what we need to do."

   "What?!" Frank started.

   "Frank." Stacy said.  "I caught her masturbating a few time now.  She's
been playing with the bead on my ring down there.  Lets face it.  She has
the body of a full grown woman, sex drive and all." Frank was unable to
move.  Stacy turned to her full grown, lustful looking daughter.  "Go on,
honey.  You daddy needs you."

   Hilary's robe fell to the ground and her breath caught as she walked
slowly to her fathers bedside.  It was her father, true, but Hilary was
feeling things inside her bigger body that needed what he could give her.
She was having raging hormones and was willing to bed her own father to
satisfy them.

   Frank couldn't think of what to do.  Inside, he knew it was his
daughter, but outside it was a horny woman that he had devoted his life to.

   Stacy got in bed with them both and guided Hilary to her father.  Hilary
straddled her father and Stacy held his fully grown fatherhood for the
grown woman with the child's mind inside.  Frank was confused but his own
needs were screaming inside his head and he gave in and held the waist of
the woman's body and pressed her down onto him.

   Hilary was wet and it went in easy.  Still, she squealed like a child
and before she had even fully taken him in, he came in her, gushing out
spurts upon spurts into the womb that had been his wives.

   Hilary's eyes went wide.  A new feeling overcame her and she wanted
more. Lots more!

   Hilary didn't care about anything but to have more of what she just felt
and she fell onto her father with all of her weight, digging her nails into
his shoulders.  Nature took over and Hilary started to grind her hips into
his and rode him relentlessly.

   This was what Frank was used to and he fucked the body that was his
wives like he hadn't had it for months, which he hadn't.

   Stacy watched from the side and fingered herself.  She remembered
cumming like that with him and found that she was horny, but it still felt
different.  Stacy was still turned on by watching her own body power fuck
her husband and he power fucked it right back.  Stacy sided up to them and
she couldn't help but to feel them both while they did it in front of her.

   Stacy's own body turned her on as well.  She'd always been proud of it,
and watching it then made her sure that she was the goddess she had always
thought.

   Stacy leaned in and sucked on her own nipple.  Hilary felt the pleasure
from that and put her full grown hand on the younger head to hold it
closer.

   They all started to get wet and sweaty.  After an hour of constant sex,
Hilary was kissing her father full on the mouth.  He kissed her right back
with his long tongue and Hilary was unstoppable.  Stacy had worked her way
in even closer by then and was now getting in tongue kissed when she could
with both adult body's.

   Frank would sometimes pull back and kiss the adult mouth but Hilary had
no problem kissing her own mothers mouth even thought it was her own. 
Stacy work her way down the actually sex and started to lick and suck both
on Franks slippery cock and the wet bush that was actually her own by
rights.

   It was when Hilary said, "Daddy!" in the heat of passion that Frank
balked and lost his erection.  He jumped out of the bed and realized that
he'd been fucking his daughter for the last two hours.  His knees went a
little weak as he watched his wife and child started to pay more attention
to each other now that he had jumped out of bed from them.

   The woman and child started to make serious love to each other.  Both
too far down the road of lust to care anymore.

   Stacy pushed her own body with the child inside, onto her back and then
went down on herself, or her daughter.  Stacy didn't care at that point. 
She was still just as unsatisfied as before they started.

   Hilary was amazed at the feeling of a tongue working her between her
legs and especially when she worked the bead.  Hilary came multiple times
within a second.  Stacy needed the same and she adjusted herself to
straddle Hilary's face.

   Hilary opened her eyes and saw the hairless part of her own body right
there and copying her mother, Pulled it to her mouth and tried to lick her
the same way.

   Frank was doing internal wheelies and was very confused about what he
wanted.  He wanted to make love to his wife, not his daughter.  Then body
that he'd just made love to, thought looking and feeling like his wife,
wasn't.  It didn't react the same way.  Now he could see that.

   No.  It was Stacy who he fell in love with.  It wasn't the body he
needed, it was the heart and soul of his wife.  Frank was in love with
Stacy, not Stacy's body.  Though he really enjoyed that too.  It was a
great body, but he was still needing Stacy.

   Frank also was watching a fantasy.  He'd always wanted to do too women
and here were two doing a sixty nine right in front of him.  Though one was
his daughter, which ever one that was.

   No.  He'd just fucked his own daughter's soul, even if it wasn't her
body.  The alternative didn't disturb him as much now.

   "Stacy!" he said.  The ten year old body looked up at him.  "I want
you."

   Stacy wasted no time.  She got off of Hilary and pulled her husband into
the bed with her.  Frank didn't care anymore.  He started to kiss Stacy
full on the mouth, working up to the inevitable conclusion.

   He held the little body over him and Stacy wiggled it in the way that
he'd always liked.  He could do this!  His hands ran up and down the
child's body, not to feel it, but to stroke it in the way Stacy loved.

   Hilary was still in the throws of lust and she tried to jump onto them
both right then.  Without looking, Stacy pulled a vibrator out from a
hidden nitch and turned it on while plunging it into Hilary's full grown
and dripping wet pussy.

   Hilary fell away and moaned.  Stacy looked at her husband with lust and
Frank saw only Stacy in the smaller greenish brown eyes.

   Stacy looked at Frank and he stopped with the knowledge of what she was
going to say.  "You wanna' pop my cherry, stud?"

   Frank smiled.  This was like popping his wives cherry, which he never
got to do.  This was as close as they were going to get to it.

   "Will it hurt?" he asked.

   "I've done it before.  Rip into me now!  I want it!" Stacy urged him.

   Frank thought about being gentle, but they had never made love gentle.
He lifted himself up and she straddled over him, ready.  Stacy's youthful
face was flushed with excitement.  "Do it." she said.

   Frank pulled her down and entered her.  He got a few inches in and was
stopped by the hymen.  Stacy grabbed onto his lower back with her nails and
pulled herself down hard.

   The yelped with the sudden sharp pain and then was filled to the point
of bursting with her husbands huge feeling cock in her.  The nails went
into his flesh and almost ripped his skin off.

   It was the tightest thing Frank had ever felt and he could only get
three quarters of his member in her.  Stacy felt like he was about to come
out of her chest and the dull pain throbbed with pleasure and was soon
gone. All she could feel was more of her husband inside her then she'd ever
felt before.

   Stacy worked her hips and ended up grinding herself down to his pubic
bone.  She might have been doing damage to her daughters body but it didn't
matter anymore.  She felt small and tight and wanted him to take her
forcefully with his bigger, stronger body.

   Frank was in his wife.  He could feel that now.  They shared the same
wave length and he knew what she wanted.  He picked her little body up and
pushed fully in and out of Stacy's soul, over and over again.  They kissed
and tongued and Frank couldn't last for much longer.  He couldn't have been
more compressed on his organ if he'd put it in a vice.

   He came harder than he'd ever cum in his life.  Stacy felt him gush
inside of her and she came as well, thought it still felt different with
the immature body.

   Frank was still cumming and kissing when the reversal occurred.  He felt
the child's body start to twitch and spasm and thought Stacy was cumming
still.  But when the eyes opened and he heard Hilary's voice say, "Daddy!"
he knew what happened.

   It took sex to switch them back.  They all had sex, and now everybody is
back where they should be.

   Hilary had stopped moving and the look she was giving him was
unreadable. He pulled himself out of his own daughter quickly and moved to
his wife who was now propping herself up on her elbows.

   "Stacy?" he asked her.

   Stacy smiled and said, "You big stud."

   They embraced.  All was right, now.  It was over and they could go back
to things between them like they were.  Back to their normal sex life.

   Stacy and Frank loved each other.  They didn't let go for a long time.
   Hilary reached around them and grabbed the vibrator.