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Subject: {ASSM} "The Old Switcheroo Revisited" (MFg, inc, con, mar)
Date: Sat,  7 Jul 2001 18:10:02 -0400
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This is a work of fiction.
Any relation to persons
living or dead is a fluke.
This story involves the
subject matter of sex
with underaged persons.
If you are disturbed by
this type of subject matter,
or are under 18 years of age,
or it is illegal to read
of such things where you are,
Then you should stop and
leave right here.



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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.


   *END*

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