I opened my eyes to a strange room, probably someone's den by the look of the dark wood and bookshelves. I found I couldn't move, and my body felt... wrong.
"Ah" boomed a deep voice just outside my vision. "You're awake. Don't be scared. Here, drink this, you will be a bit dehydrated and I've added a little something to help counteract the paralytic."
A large black man in an impeccably tailored suit walked into my field of vision holding a glass of water with a straw. He inserted the straw in my mouth and I sucked eagerly even as I processed what he had just said. Paralytic?
When I was done drinking he crouched down a little so we were eye to eye. "A bit confused? I'm not surprised. Samantha drugged you this morning. The new coffee blend she had you try? When you were out, she called me and I had you brought here to my home. After we swapped the two of you, she went on to your work, in your body. Haven't you been wondering why she has been taking such an interest in your co-workers and the job you do? That was so that when the time was right, she could replace you."
He reached out and grabbed my shirt, but what he grabbed didn't feel like my chest. It felt bigger, rounder, like... like I had a breast. His thumb found my nipple and began to rub it. I felt an electricity run through my body. His touch was the cause, but it ran to my crotch in an unfamiliar way. I felt the stirrings of sexual desire, but unlike before, I couldn't feel the engorgement of my, and I've always been very proud of this, eight inch cock. Instead there was stickiness and a void that needed filling. I cried out, and I was surprised at the high pitch of my voice.
I was able to move my head enough to see that this man was indeed rubbing my breast, and that I was wearing the school outfit of my daughter. The one I had lusted over sooo much lately. After seeing the school catalog, it was main reason I had agreed to pay for her to go to that expensive private academy she insisted attending her senior year. The school still required the white cotton shirt and red plaid skirt of my schoolgirl fantasies. I had given Samantha my credit card to get her own uniforms and as I expected, she came home with tight fitting white cotton shirts with no bras, and the shortest pleated little ass coverings she could find. Her sexy, skimpy panties were constantly peaking out from under them and I had dumped well over a gallon of semen down the toilet since she began wearing them around the house lately. I began to suspect that I was now wearing those same panties.
Thinking of my daughter and seeing my breasts sticking out of my chest with the rock hard nipples poking through the fabric, made the sticky void between my thighs call to me even more and I began to instinctively rub my legs together to itch this feeling.
The man laughed, deep and low. It made me want to touch myself down there even more, but I couldn't move my arms yet. Also I was afraid about what I would find.
He walked around me and lifted me up from behind, like I was nothing. I had not held my daughter up since before she started high school, but I knew she was very small for her age. Looking at her eighteen year old frame you could mistake her for more like fourteen. So like my deceased wife, her mother.
I tried to struggle, but my body wouldn't obey beyond weak movements. He deposited me face down in some sort of contraption that supported my stomach while putting my ass up in the air and left my head hanging down lower, so that I could see between my shapely legs. I found to my dismay that I was indeed wearing panties and there was no evidence of my rock hard gym tempered body. This was Samantha's body. I knew it all too well having stared at it so much lately.
