I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. I liked mine hard and rigid, so this one was way too soft, but then again I didn't have the backache I was so used to having upon waking, the benefit of a younger, suppler body.
I was in Sam's bed, and still in Sam's body. I wanted to stay in bed longer, but I had to pee very badly. I got up and found I was wearing a babydoll nightgown. The panties were more of a problem as they were a little snug, and wanted to stay up on my bubble butt. I lowered them just in time to sit down and began peeing. The stream was forceful at first, but then tapered off. When it did, it started dribbling down my taint and running off my slightly stinging asshole.
I heard Sam out in the hallway laughing at me. "You have to keep pushing as hard as you can, for as long as you can. That keeps the dribbles down to a minimum." My now-father announced. "You'll want to use a wad of tissue to wipe, or you could get an infection."
"Thanks for the tip," I said. "Do I have you to thank for dressing me for bed?"
"You were totally out of it." He said with concern in his voice. "I brought you home, gave you an enema, and applied a hemorrhoid cream I found helps after a little vigorous anal. There shouldn't be any long term problems, unlike tonight. You know Darrel wants you fucked and pregnant, right?"
I moaned, partially in disgust, partially in lust. I opened the door to find him there in just a pair of flannel pj's. The front was tented out rather obscenely and he pointed at it. "By the way little girl, you have any pointers on aiming the cannon I've got in my trousers?"
It was my turn to laugh. "Like Carnegie Hall, practice, practice, practice..."
"Thanks a lot." I heard him say mockingly as he went back into his room.
I went back into "my" room and picked out my clothes for today. The way Sam usually dressed, my choices were downright dowdy. Ass hugging jeans, plain cotton bra and panties, and a loose fitting t-shirt with the name of a band I had never heard of.
As I started downstairs, the smell of eggs and bacon filled the first floor. I sat and drank the orange juice already on the table. Sam served me a pitifully small plate of food while his was piled high. He saw my expression and chuckled. "You have to keep your girlish figure." When he wasn't looking I stole another rasher of bacon from his plate.
We sat not saying anything when we were done eating. I was looking at him, and he was looking at me. "It's so weird..." we both began to say at the same time.
"Do you have a boner?" I asked.
He blushed slightly. "Yes, yes I do. I woke with it and it made peeing damned difficult."
I smiled, and squirmed in my seat. "I do have one suggestion about your cannon." He looked at me expectantly. "When you're done peeing you know to shake it right?" He nodded. "Well wait a few seconds and try and relax, then shake it again. There is always a second load of dribbles hiding up there somewhere. Otherwise, you'll deposit that back in your shorts and you'll smell like pee all day."
He smiled and asked me how I was doing. "I think I'm wet daddy." As I realized I was rubbing my thighs together in my jeans.
"I should hope so," he said while clearing away the dishes. "There was an almost double dose of your usual medicine in that orange juice." I had forgotten about the cocktail I had been making this body drink for a while now. A fertility drug, a drug that makes me produce more female "fuck me" pheromones while heightening my response to male pheromones, and an ecstasy variant all mixed with a few other things. "We need you primed if we are going to get you fucked at the party tonight."
The problem was, I wanted fucked now, but my attempts to seduce him only made him laugh and spank my ass, which of course only made me hornier.
"We're going to the mall this afternoon. We need to get you shoes. We have the perfect dress, but the shoes I was going to wear just won't do, not for you. You'd fall and break your fool neck. Now get upstairs and brush your teeth. I'll put out a better outfit than the one you are wearing and I'll do your makeup today, but you'll have to figure that out pretty quickly. The internet has a lot of makeup videos."
"So, you're thinking this swap is permanent?" I said, surprised at how scared I sounded.
He turned back towards me and hugged me. "Darrel likes to dangle the carrot of switching back over the heads of some of the men, but I won't lie to you. It's permanent." He brushed the tears from my cheeks I didn't even know I was crying. "Do what we say and when Darrell gets tired of us, we can go on our way."
