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Justice (Mf, ped)
By Noelle Swan
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It had been an awful year for Randall J. Smith, Ph.d. It was the
end of his 9th year in the English Department of the University of
Bristol. His speciality was American Literature, and he was scheduled
to be awarded tenure. Randall, as he preferred to be called, was very
anxious when he got the call to go to the Dean's office the day before
summer break. This was the culmination of all of his hard work.
However, one-half hour latter he sat in the leather bound chair across
from the Dean, as he was told that, due to budget cutbacks in the
English Department, particularly Literature, he was being let go. It
seemed the University felt that just anyone in the English Department
could teach Literature. The University wanted to devote its resources
to technology, so that it could pull in the big grants, and maybe
attract corporate sponsership. The Dean assured him that if all went
as planned, in a few years the University would double in size, and
would have plenty of resources to hire him back. Until then he was on
his own. The dean suggested that Randall start a writing career has
he had always planned. The trouble was that Randall hadn't planned to
start that career until he got tenure. As he cleaned out his office
he wondered what he was going to tell his wife Diana. He was the only
source of income to the household, as they agreed that Diana would not
go back to work until their daughter, Bethany was into middle school.
At the present time, Bethany was only 6 years old. Randall's mind
wondered back to the first time he had ever met Diana. It was about 7
years ago. Her name was Diana Black. He saw her across the room at a
faculty banquet, and was stunned by her staggering beauty. She was
only 4'11" tall, and looked like she weighed all of 90 lbs. dripping
wet. She had an angelic face with golden blonde hair, that cascaded
over her shoulders to her waist. Her body was petite and lithe,
except for a set of extremely large, voluptous breasts. Randall asked
one of his colleagues who she was. His colleague did some checking
around and found out her name. He told Randall that she was a
Biophysicist, who just joined the science department. Rumor had it
that she was only 23 years old but was brilliant. Rumor also had it
that she had worked her way through school as a stripper to supplement
her scholarships. Also...the breasts were real, and they were
spectacular! Randall had made an ackward introduction, but she had
found it cute. They started to date shortly after that. It was a
whirlwind romance. Within 6 months they announced their engagement,
and 1 month after that Diana's pregnancy. Bethany was born right
after the honeymoon. Randall and Diana agreed that Diana would stay
at home and raise Bethany until she was at least through elementry
school. Although Diana wasn't working, they had used their savings to
set up a laboratory in the basement. Randall remembered that he hated
to go down there because it was filled with all kinds of strange
computers and equipment. He had no idea what she was working on.
Randall parked his car in the driveway, and shambled up the walkway to
the front door. What was he going to tell Diana? The demands of her
research equipment, and running the household had left them with very
little savings. He opened the door and found Diana there with a huge
smile on her face. Before Randall could tell her the news, she told
him that the University had called her that afternoon. They wanted
her back early to head up their biophysics research department. They
had offered her tenure, with a salary twice what Randall was making.
The University also offered her percentage bonuses from all of the
grants and corporate sponserships that she could bring in. Randall
sat in silence. Diana was giddy in her happiness. She told him that
she could'nt say no. It was all she wanted to do. She knew that they
had agreed that she would stay home and raise Bethany, but with the
extra income they could now afford to hire a nanny. It was then that
Diana noticed Randall's unhappiness and grim expression. She had
assumed that it was because she was breaking their agreement. Randall
then told her what had happened to him that afternoon. Diana consoled
him, and told him that it was alright. She told him the Dean was
right. He should start his writing career. He had the time, and
because of what she was going to make, money wouldn't be a problem.
He could now stay at home and watch over Bethany until she was out of
elementary school. By that time he will have put out a few books, and
can go back to the University. Randall's mood improved somewhat,
because it sounded like a good plan. However that was a year ago.
Instead of using what had happened as a golden opportunity, Randall
wallowed in self-pity. Although he tried to put on a happy demeanor,
inwardly he was humiliated that his wife was the bread winner of the
family. Not only that, but she did well at the University. Grants
and sponserships were rolling in, and Diana was a much better provider
than he ever was. Randall had to actually ask Diana for money. She
didn't mind as she considered what was hers as everyone's. This had a
bad effect on Randall. It manifested in a huge writer's block. He
could not put anything down on paper. Randall started drinking all of
the time, to try and forget that he had been reduced to nothing more
than a househusband. The sex life between Randall and Diana began to
go drastically down hill. He became abusive to his wife. In fits of
drunken jealousy, he battered her. Diana had to explain her bruises
at work as slip and falls and whatnot. However, they all knew the
truth. Despite the fact that Randall had been a professor of
literature, he was a large man with a past history of physical and
sexual abuse by his father. Randall had specialized in a civilized
career in the hopes that it would diminish the violent genetic
tendecies. Without that career, and aided by alcohol, that tendency
was now out of the bag. Even worse, Randall had started to sexually
molest their daughter, Bethany. Diana just didn't know what to do.
She didn't want to leave him because she genuinely loved him. She
could'nt report him to the authorities because he had been a good and
caring man. He had just had bad luck. Still what he was doing to
Bethany was a reprehensible crime. It disgusted Diana despite her
love for him. It made her furious that Randall was hurting their
child. Months went on of this. Then one night after work she had
discovered that Randall had penetrated Bethany. In that very second
her love for Randall turned into hate and loathing. She decided that
tomorrow she would secretly make arrangements to leave him. After
work, she would come home and get Bethany. She would make up an
excuse to get out of the house with Bethany and never return. When
Randall woke up it was 7:00 o'clock a.m. Diana was already up and
gone. Strange, he thought, she usually kisses him good-bye before she
leaves. He got up and checked Bethany's room. She was still there,
asleep. Randall went to the bathroom, and drained his bladder. He
then went downstairs to the kitchen. He poured his first glass of
vodka for the day, and lit a cigarette. Randall noticed some motion
stirring out of the corner of his eye and turned to see his daughter
in the doorway to the kitchen wiping the sleep out of her eyes. She
was beautiful. Bethany looked just like her mother. She was small
for a child of 6, and it was obvious that she would be a short woman
like her mother. Her small pretty face was framed by tousled waist
length blonde hair. "Can I have breakfast Daddy?" She asked in that
innocent, high little girl's voice of hers. Randall looked at her.
He was so tired of being a househusband! He was professor of
literature dammit! "Yeah sure, sit at the table," he said. Bethany
scrambled up to her place at the table. Her chin barely cleared the
edge of the table due to her short stature. Randall went and got a
bowl, spoon, cereal, and milk. He poured the cereal and milk into the
bowl and handed the spoon to his daughter. As Bethany tore into the
meal with a hungry vigor, Randall gave her some instructions for the
day. "Now Bethany I want you to play quietly today, you know how much
noise upsets me." "Yes daddy" she responded between bites. He
continued, "I have to do a lot of writing today, and I don't want to
be bothered. After you finish your breakfast, I want you to go get
dressed and then play quietly in your room with your toys." "Okay" she
said before slurping down another bite. "And eat like a little lady,
you were'nt born in a barn." With that Randall finished his vodka, and
poured himself another drink. He left the kitchen to go and try to
write. Bethany finished her cereal. Like her mother taught her she
returned the milk to the refrigerator, although she had to stand on a
chair to do so. She dragged the chair to the sink, climbed up upon it
and put the bowl and spoon into the sink. She repeated the process
for the box of cereal. After she cleaned up after herself in the
kitchen, Bethany went up to her room to do as her father told her.
She didn't wan't to make him mad. When he got mad he touched her, and
made her do things to him. When he did, Bethany didn't love her
father. Bethany removed her pj's and put on a clean pair of
underwear, She then put on white shirt and her pink overalls with the
bunnies on them. They were her favorites. Finally she put on pink
socks with the lace tops, and her pair of sneakers. Bethany was
already very good at tying her shoes. She got a brush and brushed out
the snarls and tangles in her hair just as her mother had taught her.
When she was done, she was the very picture af a pretty little girl.
After Bethany was dressed she got her toys together, and began to play
"teaparty." Two hours later, Randall was three sheets to the wind. In
that time he had only managed to get dressed in jeans and a t-shirt,
get two words on paper, and of course, continue to drink. The failure
to write made him seethe and brood all the more. His concentration
was broken by a sound he recognized all too well: Bethany jumping on
her bed. He tried to ignore it but the incessant THUMP! THUMP!
THUMPING! was hard to ignore. Randall yelled BETHANY! at the top of
his lungs. The thumping didn't stop. Something within Randall
snapped. All of the rage and frustration and humiliation of the last
year rushed to the surface. He drunkenly said "that's it dammit!!" He
got up and started up the steps angrily. When he got to the top of
the steps, Randall kicked open the door to his daughter's room. She
was there on the bed with a look of sheer terror on her face. "I
thought I told you to be quiet," Randall said. "But I was Daddy,"
replied Bethany innocently. "Do you call jumping on your bed quiet?
Now get your little butt over here." "Please Daddy, no. I sorry, and
I won't do it again. Please don't hurt me." "I SAID GET OVER HERE, "
began Randall in an menacing tone "you did'nt listen to me, and now
you are going to be punished!" Bethany slowly made her way over to her
father who was now sitting in a chair. As soon as she got close
enough Randall grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her violently.
"Why do you always have to be so bad? I haven't been able to write
anything because of you. Its all your fault. You're a nasty little
girl." Randall pulled Bethany up across his knees, with her rear-end
up. He unbuckled the straps to her overalls, and pulled them down far
enough to expose her butt. He pulled down her underwear to expose
Bethany's bare bottom. Bethany was still sobbing from the shaking
when he started to spank her. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Now
she was really crying. Her butt was on fire. "Shut up or I'll really
give you something to cry about." demanded Randall.. However, that
did no good. Bethany continued to cry. Randall suddenly became
concerned that he had really hurt his daughter. He began to
soothingly caress her bare bottom. "Shhh" he said "its okay. Daddy
is very sorry. He'll make it all better" Randall continued to caress
her bare bottom. As he did so he felt an erection begin to grow
within his jeans, and with that erection a strong desire. Bethany
also felt the erection grow against her stomach, and recognized the
danger. It made her stop bawling long enough to cry out "please Daddy
not that" Now Randall stopped caressing her long enough to touch her
bare genitals. "Its okay Bethany it'll................." Randall was
stopped in mid-sentence by Bethany bolting up and running out the
door, pulling her clothes on as she went. The suddenness of her
action caught him by surprise, and before he could stand up he could
hear the thump, thump, thump of her running down the stairs. That
made his anger boil to the surface anew. He would catch her and he
would show her! Randall looked everywhere downstairs for her.
Bethany was nowhere to be found. He called out to her several times.
There was no response. It was obvious that she was hiding. Randall
checked the front and back doors. They were both still locked, so she
had'nt left the house. She was still inside somewhere. It was about
then that Randall noticed that the door to the basement was open.
Bethany had fled to the safety of her mother's laboratory. In the
year that Randall had been home he had not been down to the basement.
Diana had been so busy at the University, that she had not used it in
that year. However, when Diana was at home both she and Bethany spent
hour and hours down there. It was a given that Bethany knew the
layout down there better than Randall. He opened the cellar door the
rest of the way. The only thing that greated his eyes was a dark
abyss. Randall stepped on to the first step and heard it creak under
his weight. He placed his right hand along the wall to feel his way
down. Bethany was going to pay for this! However, he had to act nice
in order to lure her out. He smiled to himself as he thought of
himself as a big game hunter stalking his prey. "Bethany, Honey,
Daddy's sorry that he lost his temper. I promise I won't hurt you. I
won't even touch you. Please come out." There was no response.
There wasn't even a sound. "Bethany are you down here?" Still no
response. This made Randall even madder. Randall took another step
down the stairs, and then another. On each step he repeated his plea
to his daughter. Before he knew it, he was completely enveloped in
darkness. He was now standing at the bottom of the flight of steps.
Randall paused for a second, and held his breath. He heard the faint
sound of someone else breathing. However, he could not tell from
which direction it was coming. He tried to remember where the light
switch was. He thought it was on the right wall at the bottom of the
steps. Randall felt and fumbled around on the wall. He felt the
dust, and cobwebs, and finally an on-off switch. He flipped it to the
on position. The light did not come on. Instead the banks of
machinery and computers started to come to life. The many dials,
diodes and LED's lit up. Their illumination provided Randall with
enough light to find the real light switch. He must have hit the main
power switch. The overhead light switch was just above the power
switch. He flipped that switch to the "on" position. Immediately,
all of the overhead lghts came on. They illuminated a maze of strange
and complex machines. The machines hummed with a ominous sound unlike
anything Randall ever heard. He tried to ignore them as he continued
his search for his daughter. Finally, he saw her in one corner where
there were two platforms sitting side-by-side. They looked like the
platforms that people lay upon when the go through surgery. Bethany
was huddled up against the head of one of the platforms leaning
against the bank of computers. She was in a fetal position, and had
an oversized helmet on her head. The helmet had all types of wires
and leads going into the computers. It was obvious to Randall that
Bethany had put the helmet on in order to camaflouge herself. She had
a cover pad pulled around her to camaflouge the rest of her body. Her
efforts to hide were not good enough. No the chase was up, and she
was definitely going to pay! As Randall got closer he noticed that
his daughter was not moving. She had to have seen him by now, and
should be trying to get away. He moved closer, and saw that Bethany's
eyes were staring straight ahead. There was no expression upon her
face. "Bethany??" he tried but there was no response. It didn't even
look like she was breathing. "Oh God," Randall thought to himself.
He was really concerned now. If something bad happened to Bethany,
his wife would kill him. Even worse he could be arrested, and go to
jail. He was now standing right next to his daughter. He quickly
fiured out that it had something to do with the helmet. She must have
had it on when he turned on the main power. When the power came on,
it must have put her in some type of suspended animation. All he had
to do was get the helmet off of her head and she would be alright.
Now most people who would be faced with this dilemma would probably do
one of two things: turn of the main power first, or call the person
who knows more about the equipment and get their advice/instructions.
Not Randall. In his semi-drunk state, he thought the simplest slution
was the best. He would just remove the helmet. He reached up and
placed a hand on each side of the helmet so that he could lift it off.
When he did it was like he completed an electrical circuit. Randall
felt a tremendous amount of energy rush through his body just before
everything started to go black, and he lost consiousness. Sometime
later Randall's mind snapped back to full consiousness. He was
looking straight ahead down a row of computer terminals. He tried to
move but found that he could not. Something had frozen him in place,
although he could still see, hear, and feel. He was aware that
something large was upon his head, and the rest of him was covered by
a heavy cloth. He could see the dark gray of the cloth. Beyond the
cloth was a shiny stainless steel table. By body position he could
tell that he was huddled up into a fetal position. What had happened
to him? He was starting to get a bad feeling about all of this.
Seconds later he saw a large body stand up and stretch right in front
of him. Although its back was turned, he could tell that it was a
large man's body. Whoever it was was wearing a t-shirt and jeans like
he had been wearing. He tried to all cry out to this person for help
but could not. Randall watched as this body, with its back turned
began to feel himself and explore himself. He saw that man grab his
crotch. Suddenly the man turned around, and Randall saw that the man
was HIM! "Daddy?" the man said questioningly looking at Randall.
Randall knew in a second that somehow, impossibly he had switched
bodies with his little daughter! That would explain why the man had
appeared to be so large. It was because he was now so small! It also
explained all of the weird feelings that he had just had. Not only
did he switch bodies with Bethany, he was now frozen in the exact same
position that she had been. Randall wanted to tell his daughter, now
in his body, to touch him so that they could reverse the process. He
could'nt. Instead he noticed his body turn, and walk away. About a
minute later he saw the machines shut down as the hum of their life
faded away. He felt the power of movement return to his new body.
The first thing that he noticed when he attempted to move was that
that his ass hurt. A lot. He remembered that only minutes before
that he had violently spanked the body he now wore. He had'nt
realized what type of damage he could do to such a small body. He
took the helmet of of his head. When he raised his hands to do so he
noticed how tiny they were. He noticed how slender and small the arms
were of the body he now wore. After removing the helmet, which seemed
unusually heavy to him, Randall threw off the cloth that covered the
rest of his body. He looked down and saw from above the pink overalls
with the bunny on it that his daughter had been wearing. He saw small
little legs curled up with tiny sneakers and the lacy socks. With his
trembling hands he touched his face. Randall felt the smooth skin of
his youthful cheeks. He noticed the weight of a lot of hair pulling
at his scalp. It was a very unusual feeling. Randall reached around
with a still trembling hand, and pulled over one shoulder extremly
long wavy blonde hair. Randall could'nt believe it. He was now
trapped in the body of his pre-school daughter Bethany! He had to
reverse the process. But how he thought. Then he remembered the
power. If he could get the power turned back on, and get one of them
to put the helmet back on, maybe they could get back to their rightful
bodies. Randall moved to the edge of the platform, and looked over.
It looked so high up now, like a canyon. He knew his little legs
would not reach the floor. Slowly he eased himself over the edge as
much as possible. When he had gone as far as he could he let go. It
felt as if he fell and fell. He landed with a THUMP! on his ass, and
it made the still tender behind sting all the more. When he landed
and felt the pain he cried out OUCH! with Bethany's soft and high
little girl's voice. Randall marveled at the sound of that voice in
his ears, he sounded just like Bethany. He couldn't dwell on that
now. He had to get the power back on and back to his own body. When
he stood up he was quickly reminded how small he was now because all
of the equipment and surroundings looked gigantic. Randall ran back
to where the main power switch was as fast as he could on his
undersized legs. There he found Bethany in his body, still inspecting
herself with a suprised look upon her face. "Bethany, Honey," Randall
began in her voice "we accidently switched bodies. You have to help
me so we can get back to out right bodies. You have to turn on the
main power switch because I can't reach it any more." His body looked
absolutely gigantic. He now only came up to its mid-thigh! Bethany
in his body looked down at him. The look of suprise was gone from her
face. It was replaced by a look of deadly seriousness. The mouth
opened and stated, matter-of-factly, in Randall's deep bass voice,
"no....I don't want to!" Her statement staggered him. He immediately
replied, sounding as mad and stern as possible "Bethany stop kidding
around, this is serious. You turn on the power this instant or I will
have to give you another spanking." Since he now possessed Bethany's
high soprano he only succeeded in sounding silly. Bethany looked down
at him again, but this time she was smiling an evil grin. He didn't
like the way his former body looked with that expression. She said,
"no you will not spank me, or ever hurt me again! I am the Daddy now,
and you are the little girl." The significance of what his daughter
had just said hit him like a ton of bricks. As he struggled to
recover, and figure out just how to get her to help him, she put her
hands on her hips and said in a very stern voice "Bethany, what are
you doing down here in the basement? Have'ntt your mother and I told
you a million times to stay out of the basement?" It was obvious that
she was mimicing his manner of speaking, and tone of voice. Being
around him for an entire year gave her enough exposure to be able to
imitate him. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to play
this game. She then yelled at the top of her lungs "WELL JUST DON'T
STAND THERE, ANSWER ME YOUNG LADY!!!!" Randall now realized that he
was in terrible danger. Bethany's statements and current tone of
voice (coupled with the alcohol he knew was in her system) told him
that she fully intended to pay him back for the earlier spanking. He
turned to try and run away, but was too slow. She grabbed him by the
arm and stopped him in his tracks. She squeezed so hard with her
new-found muscles that it hurt him.....severely. Bethany picked him
up with one arm, holding him tight to his former body. At the same
time, she flipped off the overhead light switch and started to walk up
the cellar steps into the house. As she climbed the steps into the
light, she spoke in a less stern voice. "You have been a very bad
little girl. You haven't listened to a word that I've said. I'm very
sorry Honey but I'm going to have to punish you." Bethany carried him
into the kitchen and closed and locked the cellar door. She sat down
on one of the kitchen chairs and laid Randall across her knees, face
down. Just then he felt the buckles to the overalls being unbuttoned.
Big hands pulled the back of the overalls down exposing a still tender
rear end. Finally those big hands, which used to belong to him pulled
down the underwear he was now wearing, exposing the bare skin of his
bottom. He knew what was going to happen next. He tried to struggle,
but the strength of Bethany's new body held him firmly in place. He
cried out meekly, "Please I'm begging you don't" Bethany responded
right before the first stroke, "This is going to hurt you more than it
does me." A twist of a phrase he had often used. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! By the time Bethany finished,
Randall hurt like hell and was crying uncontrollably. He was
humiliated beyond belief. His daughter was treating him just like the
little girl he now resembled. Bethany pulled up his underwear and
the back of the overalls. She then rebuckled the buckles of the
overalls for him. After that was done she stood him up upon her lap
so that they could look eye to eye. Randall was still sobbing from
the spanking. Suddenly, she pulled him toward her chest and gave him
a tender hug. She then pulled him away so that they were again
looking eye to eye. She said in a nurturing, caring voice, "I'm sorry
about that baby, but you needed to be punished. Now are you going to
be a good girl from now on Bethany?" In between sobs, Randall said
weakly, "But I'm not Bethany, you are." Bethany said again in a stern
voice, her anger rising, "Now young lady I've had about enough of this
stupid pretend game of yours. Do you want another spanking?" Randall
paused before answering, he knew his next response was critical. He
knew what he had to say to save himself from any further harm.
Finally, after a long pause he said in as demure a voice as he could
muster "No Daddy." "That's better," replied Bethany. "Now, who am I?"
"You're my Daddy," he answered. "And who are you?" "I'm Bethany
Smith." "Very, very good. Now Bethany I want you to go in to the
living room, and sit on the couch. You are not to move until I say
so. Is that clear?" The only thing that Randall could do is to play
along with this until his daughter grew tired of it. Therefore, he
said "Yes Daddy." He didn't want to anger her any further,
considering the things he'd done to her in the past few weeks. He
could'nt stand that. Bethany picked up Randall and sat him on his
feet on the floor. Again he noticed how large everything was compared
to his current stature. He shuffled off to the living room and
crawled up on the couch. As he sat down, he noted how sore his tiny
ass was. Randall sat there for sometime in silence. He had no idea
what his daughter was doing in his body. His mind was churning with
ideas to get out of his current prediciment. Bethany entered the
living room.. She was carrying a lighted cigarette and a glass of
vodka just like she had seen Randall do. She sat in the chair
opposite the couch. Randall watched her warily, careful not to do
something to make matters worse. She experimentally tried to take a
puff of the cigarette, and coughed violently. Randall did his best to
supress a smile. Bethany tried another drag, and coughed a little
less. She was starting to get the hang of it. She took another hit,
and this time didn't cough at all. She was now smoking just like
Randall had. She repeated the process with the vodka. Small sips at
first, until she got used to it, then bigger swallows. As Randall sat
across from her, Bethany was imitating his smoking and drinking
perfectly! She finished what she had, and then got another cigarette
and drink. After several cigarettes and drinks, Bethany grew tired of
these vices. He saw her get up, and look around the room. There was
nothing there to interest her. Finally she looked at Randall and
spoke in a slurred voice. She was plastered. "Now be a good girl and
stay on the couch. I'll be right back." Bethany stumbled over to the
steps upstairs, and began to climb them. Soon she was completely out
of sight. This was Randall's chance. He figured if he could get his
wife on the phone, he could get her to rush home, and save him.
Carefully he crawled down of the couch and crept over to the phone.
He picked up the receiver and dialed his wife's office from memory.
Her secretary, Mary, an older lady answered the phone. "Dr. Smith's
office. May I help you?" "Diana please," Randall said in his little
girl's voice. "Who is this?" Mary asked suspiciously. "Tell her it's
her husband Randall" "Is this some kind of joke missy? Does your
mother know that you're making crank calls? Well it's not funny. I
suggest you not call back or I'll call the police and have them trace
you. This is a crime you know." With that there was the "click" of a
phone hanging up, and the sound of a dial tone. Randall hung up the
phone receiver and thought to himself " Damn! She thought I was a
little kid making a crank call. That won't work." He turned to go
back to the couch and think of something else when he saw his former
body standing there watching him. Not only that ,but that body had on
no pants and no underwear. Bethany was stark naked from the waist
down. He noticed in her hand was an opened pornographic magazine.
She must have found his porn collection. What really disturbed him
was the fact that she had a huge hard on. Looking at all of this
instantly convinced Randall that she had been exploring her new
anatomy by masturbating. She was responding to drunken biological
urges. This was not good. Bethany was on him in an instant. She
picked him up by the arms and began to shake him "Did'nt I tell you to
stay on the couch? Did'nt I tell you to be a good girl? I guess you
want another spanking" "No Daddy. No." He heard himself say. However
it was no use. Before he knew it she had dropped the magazine, and he
was laid out across her knees with his bare ass exposed. This time
though he was laid across his bare lap. He could feel his former cock
against his stomach. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Not as much this time,
although it still hurt like a bitch. Randall was still crying. In
the midst of his crying he felt a new sensation. Bethany's big hand
was now caressing his rearend very lovingly. He twisted his head up
and around to look at her. She was alternating her gaze to something
on the floor and then to the area of his inflammed ass. Randall
followed her gaze to the floor, and there saw the porn magazine open
to a pictoral. The picture was a large breasted woman with her ass
exposed. The angle also exposed her genitals. All of a sudden he
felt something in his stomach area begin to grow and get hard. He
knew that Bethany was getting an erection. Randall panicked and tried
to get up to run away. He was instantly pinned down by another large
hand. The palm of the other hand continued to stroke and caress his
behind. Then suddenly he felt her big finger touch his new genitals.
Randall started to cry harder. "Please no." He said, barely audible.
No sooner did he say that than he felt a finger enter him. There was
nothing Randall could do. Bethany was doing to him what he had done
to her. She began to move her fingers in and out, in and out of
Randall's juvenile pussy. Although his new plumbing was still
underdeveloped, it started to feel good. Real good. The only thing
that went through his mind was "Must stop. Must find a way to stop."
Randall tried to close his legs to prevent acsess. Bethany
immediately and forcefully pried his legs apart. He stopped
struggling and started to move his new small hips in rhythym with
herfinger. "No." He said to himself. "This is wrong. Oh god please
help me!!" However many times it has been said that God was a spirit
of justice. An eye for an eye........and all of that. Bethany stopped
what she was doing and set Randall up on his feet. She commanded.
"Take off all of your clothes Bethany" This was too much for poor
Randall. There he was in his daughter's body being called his
daughter's name, and being treated like he had treated her. His mind
snapped and suddenly he flashed back to when he was but a small child
of the same age, being abused by his father. When he spoke he spoke
with the manner and inflection of a 6-year old child. "I'm sorry
Daddy, I'll be good. Please don't touch me Daddy, oh Please." This
reaction pleased Bethany greatly. She was happy to see that her
father was now playing along with her game and imitating her. This
would be fun!! She smirked a satisfied little smirk, pulled back her
right hand and backhanded Randall across his face. Her face. This
sent Randall reeling and flying across the room. "I TOLD YOU TO TAKE
OFF YOU CLOTHES. DO IT NOW BEFORE I HAVE TO HURT YOU!!!" Randall was
trapped. There was nothing he could do. He had to do as she said or
his very life could be in danger. He couldn't survive very many blows
like the one he just received. Slowly, Randall began to remove all of
the clothes that Bethany had put on this body that morning. Randall
could feel a welt or a bruise begin to raise on his cheek. Shortly,
he stood before his former body totally naked in a little girl's body.
While he was disrobing, Bethany had taken off the rest of her clothes.
"Now come here." She demanded. She resumed her sitting position on
the kitchen chair. Randall did as she demanded, cautiously coming
over to where she was seated. Bethany then repeated a phrase she had
heard him say not long ago. "I want you to lick my cock." Bethany was
intent in playing this role-playing game out to the end. However,
Randall hestitated. She put her big adult hand behind his head, and
forced his face down into her crotch. Fearful for his safety, Randall
began to lick the engorged sexual organ that not long ago he had
possessed. He tried to think of it as a lollipop so that he wouldn't
gag or get sick. However, he could still smell the musky odor of his
former groin, and taste the salt of the skin. In order to save
himself he was vigorously licking the length of the dick up and down.
Bethany caressed the back of Randall"s head and repeated another
phrase that she had heard her father use in a similar situation. " Oh
Bethany, sweet Bethany." She was genuinely enjoying the feeling she
was receiving from her groin. After a few minute of this activity,
Bethany made her next order. "Now I want you to take my cock in both
of your hands and stroke it." This time Randall did not fight. He was
accutely aware of what would happen if he did. He placed one
diminutive hand on the stiff rod. It was so thick to his current
anatomy that one hand only went halfway around it. He placed the
other hand on the other side of the organ. Even then his two hands
would not meet. With both hands working in unison Randall began
tostroke the length of the penis up and down. Since his little arms
lacked any muscles he quickly tired. He kept it up anyway despite the
pain. The sooner he got this over with the sooner he would be out of
danger. The stroking was still not enough for Bethany, although she
was starting to emit very low, very masculine moans. She was caught
up in very manly urges now that could only end one way. She said in
between the moans "YESSSS, that's it sweetheart. Now put the end in
your mouth!" Randall had no choice but to do as he was told. He
streched his jaw and mouth as far as it would go and put the head of
his former cock into his mouth. His new mouth was so small that the
only thing that would go in was the head. The touch of his soft wet
mouth on the cock caused Bethany to moan even more. Randall continued
to works his hands. At the same time he bobbed his head up and down
on the head of the dick as much as he could without gagging. He felt
the huge cock get even stiffer in his hands. Then all of a sudden it
began to jerk and spasm erratically. He felt hot salty liquid spurt
in to his mouth and he tried to pull away. Bethany's hand was
instantly at the back of his head, grabbing a handful of hair
preventing him from doing so. Randall had to swallow as much of the
cum as possible to prevent from being suffocated. It wasn't enough.
Sperm shot all over his face, and Bethany's bare, hairy legs. Randall
felt the erection begin to fade in his mouth. It dawned on him that
he had just given a man a blow-job. He felt Bethany's hand at the
back of his head loosen up. He took this as a sign, and took his
mouth off of the faltering organ. He started to back away. As he
did, Bethany gragged his arm and said, "Not so fast Bethany, you
aren't done yet. Clean me up." Randall knew she didn't mean a rag!
He obediently went over to his formal male body and licked the errant
cum off of her big hairy legs much like a kitten lapping up milk.
Anticipating her next demand , he wiped the rest of the sperm off of
his face with his hand, and then licked it off of his hand. "Such a
good little girl. You can put your clothes back on now." Both Bethany
and Randall both put there clothes back on. After they did so Bethany
stated, "Bethany, I want you to go back into the living room and sit
on the couch." This time Randall fully intended to obey her orders so
he didn't have a repeat of what just happened, or worse. However, he
needed to get the awful taste out of his mouth before he got sick. It
was making him ill just thinking about what he just did. As
innocently as possible he asked in his best little girl tone, "can I
have a drink first Daddy?" Bethany was thrilled that her father was
still playing this fun game with her. She responded in her best
paternal tone, "of course you can Honey." She proceeded to get her
psuedo-daughter a drink of juice. Randall had to grasp the glass with
both hands. He gulped down the contents quickly, and handed the glass
up to his psuedo-father. The taste of the juice helped quite a bit.
Bethany took the glass, placing it in the sink, and said to Randall,
"now get on into the couch." Randall went into the living room and
crawled up onto the end of the couch. He sat there quietly, careful
not to to anger his daughter further. As he sat there, he had a
chance to mentally survey the strange sensations Bethany's body was
giving him. Of course his ass still stung from the multiple
spankings. The bruise on his cheek from the backhand was a dull ache.
He noticed the eye above the cheek was partially swollen. Aside from
that, he marvelled at the smallness of his current self. He was
amazed at the sensation of no penis between his legs, the feel of very
long hair in his eyes, and down his back. By and by Bethany came back
into the living room. She yawned, tired by their activity. She told
Randall that she was going to take a nap. However, she placed one of
the couch cushions on his lap, stretched out on the couch, and laid
her head upon that cushion on his lap. Just before fading off to
sleep she explained, "this will make sure you will be a good girl
while I'm asleep. If you move, or try to get up I will feel it and
you will be in big trouble. Do you understand me Bethany?" "Yes
Daddy," was all Randall could say. Bethany drifted quickly off to
sleep. He was, however, trapped. So he just sat there for the next
couple of hours and contemplated his current fate. He realized how
horrible the things were that he had done to his duaghter. He resolved
that if he could just get out of this jam and into his right body,
things would be different. He would make things better! A couple of
hours passed without event. Randall even dozed off himself. The
silence was broken by the sound of a doorknob turning at the front
door. The door opened, and Diana walked into the foyer adjoining the
living room. Randall turned to face her, and instinctively smiled.
His savior had arrived. The tormentor in his body could no longer
hurt him. He got up from where he was sitting, and ran to her. He
didn't care whether it awoke Bethany or not. Randall ran up to his
wife, and hugged her leg. Even though Diana was only 4'11" she still
towered over him in his daughter's body. He looked in the living
room. Bethany was starting to stir. Diana, at the same time , looked
down at her daughter and saw the substantial bruise on her cheek and
swollen eye. "Oh my God." She said. "This has gone on too long!
Bethany go up stairs and get some clothes for tommorrow. Were leaving
this place for good." "What mommy?" came the answer from the living
room in Randall's masculine voice. Diana looked confused. Randall
looked up at his wife and said in Bethany's soft voice, "Diana wait.
This is not what it appears to be." Now Diana looked even more
confused. She replied, "since when do you call me Diana young lady?"
"That's just it Diana. I may look like Bethany, and sound like
Bethany, but I am not Bethany. I am your husband Randall!" By that
time, Bethany had shaken of her sleep, and had joined them in the
foyer. As Bethany approached, Randall moved around and behind Diana
for protection, so that she was between him and his former body.
Bethany looked down at them both from her height of 6'2" and said,
"its true Mommy. I am Bethany, your daughter, and that is Daddy."
"But how could that possibly happen? Such a thing isn't possible." It
was Randall who spoke in that impossibly high soprano. As he spoke
the intelligence of what he told her convinced her that he was telling
the truth. He recounted the story of the actual transfer, but left
out the details of led up to th transfer. Bethany quickly provided
the details of the events leading up to the accident. Diana looked at
her husband currently imprisoned within their daughter's body with a
mean and disgusted look on her face and remarked, "well I guess that
would explain the swollen eye and bruises." "Not exactly......."
began Randall. He then explained, in graphic detail what Bethany did
to him after the transfer. While he did so, Bethany simply smiled
with a satisfied look upon her face. After he was through with his
tale, Bethany looked at Diana and said, "it was a fun game Mommy. I
got to be Daddy, and he got to be me." The expression on Diana's face
also changed to one of amusement. She added, "sounds to me like you
got exactly what you deserved Randall. Or should I say Bethany? How
does it feel with the shoe on the other foot?" "Horrible," stated
Randall. "I know what I did was bad. It was wrong. I'm sorry I hurt
Bethany and you. I need help. But I promise that I'll never ever do
it again. All I need is a second chance, and I'll do whatever I can
to make things right again." There was complete silence as everyone
absorbed what he just said. Finally he broke the silence by asking
Diana, just how could this have happened?" Diana motioned them both
into the living room, and gestured for them to sit. Obviously this
explanation would take time. She started. " Before I went back to
work, I was working on a process that I had hoped would revolutionize
the fields of Psychology and Education. There were applications to
other fields. The design of the machinee was to map precisely
someone's brain. In that way you can isolate specific memmories or
knowledge. Just think of it. Instead of going off to school you can
simply copy the body of knowledge from one person's brain, and
download it into another. You can save all of that school time spent
elsewhere. In psychology, if a person has bad memories that is
preventing them from becoming all they can be, all you have to do is
erase that bad memory or experience, and the problem is corrected. My
only concern is that if it fell into the wrong hands the implications
could be frightening. Tailor made people. That's why I didn't finish
it, and never told anyone. I planned to use it on you Randall, to
erase the bad memories of how your father abused you. I know that it
was painful for you, and was always concerned that the cycle would
repeat itself with our daughter. It turns out that I was right. It
was never intended or designed to transfer complete consiousness from
one body to another. From how you described it, it sounds like a
massive power surge. Theoretically a power surge would magnify the
effect a hundred-fold, and transfer consiousnes." Randall asked, "Well
that's all fine and good, but the only question now is whether you can
repeat the process, and get us back to our proper bodies?" "Now that I
know that it can be done, it shouldn't take me very long to modify the
machines and get you back." Bethany, who had been quiet the entire
time spoke out, and shocked both her mother and father. "I don't want
to. I like being the Daddy, and I want HER to stay as the little
girl. I won't co-opetrate. I'll run away if I have to." It was the
first time that Bethany had referred to Randall as a HER! Both
Randall and Diana were suprised. Randall started to say something but
was stopped by his wife. "Darling give me a few minutes alone to talk
to her. I think I can clear this up." Randall agreed to do so and got
up and went into the kitchen. From the kitchen he heard Diana's voice
and his own voice talking. He could not hear what they were talking
about. Finally after a few minutes they both walked into the kitchen.
Diana informed Randall, "Its okay. I've talked some sense into our
daughter. She'll co-operate now." Randall looked at his own body
which added, "That's right Daddy. Mommy is going to make things
perfect." Randall didn't know if he liked the sound of that.
Anything was better than this! It took Diana about an hour to
reconfigure the machines. Twenty minutes after that, Randall and
Bethany were each laying on a side-by-side platform where the original
accident occured. Both had a helmet on with the leads and wires
leading into the machine. Diana told them both, "the first part of
the process will take a few minutes. The computer will map each of
your brains. After they are mapped I'll initiate a controlled surge.
I hope that will set everthing right." Randall looked toward his wife
and asked, "Is this going to work?" "It should. After it is over,
every thing should be perfect." So they layed there in silence for
another ten minutes. Dianna came around the corner and told them that
step 1 was complete. Their brains were completely mapped down to the
last detail. She had initiated step two, the surge. Behind her
voice, they heard a countdown. Diana told them to get ready, and then
disappered behind protective screening. The countdown continued.
"THREE........TWO.........ONE...........ZERO! Randall felt the
familiar power rush through Bethany's body. Blackness rushed in all
around him, as unconsiousness once again claimed him. He was returned
to consiousness by the sensation of someone removing the the helmet
from his head. Randall's vision cleared, and he saw his own body
standing on one side of the platform, and Diana's form on the other
side. If his body was standing by the platform, then who was he? He
looked down and saw that he was still inside the body of his daughter,
Bethany. "It didn't work," he said dejectedly. "Oh but it did
Bethany," replied Diana. " Bethany?!? But I'm Randall, your husband."
"Not anymore. Now and forever you are Bethany Smith. She wanted to
remain the Daddy, and my Husband, so I agreed to let her. Isn't that
right Darling?" The pet name Diana used to call him. "That's right
Baby," he said. They leaned toward each other over the platform and
kissed each other on the lips. An open mouthed kiss right in front of
Randall! As they kissed his former body reached over and fondled
Diana's breast in an overtly sexual manner. That prompted Diana to
break the kiss and said, "Randall not in front of our daughter." She
looked at Randall in his new body, and explained, "you see because of
what you did to Bethany, she didn't ever want to be small and
vulnerable where she could be hurt again. You wanted a second chance.
The problem is knowing what you did to Bethany, I could never give you
a second chance in that way. I could never allow you back into my
bed. The only solution was to leave you as you are. That way she
doesn't have to be small and vunerable, and you have a second chance.
A total second chance at life as our 6-year old daughter Bethany. Get
used to that name because that is now YOUR name." "Then what did you
do to us?" Bethany (the new Bethany asked) with her eyes filling with
tears and her voice quavering. "Why I used it for its intended
design. You see I switched various knowledges between you and your
father so that it would make it easier to pass as Randall Smith. For
instance, I transferred all of the knowledge you learned in elementery
school on up to HIM, along with the general knowledge it takes to get
through day-to-day life like driving, writing a check and what not."
"Its not true!" Bethany said in horror. "It is. You won't be
needing that knowledge as a six year old girl. Oh you'll remember who
you were, and all of the things you did in your past life, you just no
longer have the knowledge to go with it. For instance, who was Henry
Wadsworth Longfellow?" Bethany tried to think, "I-I-I don't
know......." "I know," said the brand new Randall Smith. "Randall,
you show off!" said Diana lookong over at HIM. Looking back at her
daughter she asked, "How do you write a check?" Again Bethany
responded, "I don't know." "But I have given you some useful knowledge
to replace it such as all the different types of Barbie Dolls, how to
match up your clothes, and how to untangle your hair. All of the
things a little girl would need to know to survive." Now the tears
were flowing freely down Bethany's cheeks. Diana sympathized with her
daughter's plight. "Don't cry. You'll be a lot happier this way.
I've also removed all of the things your last dad did to you. All
gone. Now you can laugh and play and have the childhood you never
had. You're just a very pretty little girl now that's all. That's not
so bad is it?" Bethany was now resigned to HER fate. SHE sighed and
answered, "I guess not Mommy." Now that's a good girl. Now go give
your Dad a hug and a kiss, and tell him that you love him." Bethany
stood up on the platform and approached HER new dad. They were now
eye to eye. SHE hestitated for a second and then smiled sweetly and
said, "I love you Daddy." SHE gave HIM a kiss on the cheek and threw
her little arms tight around HIS neck and hugged HIM. Tears rolled
freely down HER cheeks. "I love you to Pumpkin," HE said as HE kissed
HER on the cheek. Diana lifted her daughter down to the floor and
told her "now you go upstairs to your room and play with your dolls.
I'm going to destroy this equipment so this type of accident happens
again. Then you, me and your dad are going out for to dinner to
celebrate." "Okay mommy," said Bethany as SHE ran up the steps to HER
bedroom. As she began to disable the equipment permenantly, Diana
thought that neither her new daughter, nor her new husband needed to
know that she had also tranferred Randall's urge for pedophelia into
Bethany. They would both find out soon enough. After all, justice
was justice.