   Rita didn't like the way her dad touched her. She didn't hate it, and he didn't do it much, but it was not something she looked forward to.
   Both Rita and her dad Shawn had lost the third part of their family when Rita was very young. It was hard then, but the two of them had made a go of it and were close and happy.
   Mostly.
   Rita had always clung close to her father and rejected any other female who would try to get close to him. She wasn't about to lose the only parent she had left. She had unfortunately also drove away any female companionship her father would ultimately need to fulfill himself that biological need left by the hole of his dead wife. He stopped trying after a while, giving in for his only daughters happiness to help her loss. Rita had so much of his wife in her and he had been hopelessly in love.
   It all started when Rita was around five. He would let her run around in her panty less nightgown and play with her on the days off together, and would someday give her lots of hugs. seeming to hold her on every part of her little body. On those days, he would always seem kind of sad, but would smile and act like nothing was wrong. On that day, they were playing hide and seek. Rita counted in the funny way pre schoolers would count and when she opened her eyes, she found her father had slipped his head under her barbie night gown and was hiding under there. Rita at the time, thought it was the funniest thing. They did it maybe five more times that day and when she was done counting, he would ask her to count some more. Rita still thought it was funny and the last time, she wiggled her hips in a silly dance while her fathers face was under her between her little legs.
   He moaned and grabbed her hips suddenly and she fell to the side laughing while his head slightly shuddered between her knees. When she finally stopped, they looked at each other both feeling happy and he hugged her for a long time, showering her neck with kisses. Right then Rita would feel the most love for her dad. She loved spending the whole day with him.
   It happened again a few months later. It was Rita's suggestion remembering how fun it was. Rita knew he was under her again and smile as she sensed him sliding there quietly. He told her to keep counting and she did but looked down at him when she thought he couldn't see so she could see what he was doing. She tried to look back to the rest of him but he could tell from hearing where her voice was coming from and told her to not peek. She caught glimpses but couldn't figure out much. Then he told her to dance and suddenly grabbed her hips again. She didn't fall laughing that time and he finally pulled her to sit on his stomach and proceeded to hug her tightly again.
   She sensed that she was making him feel better and had it confirmed the next few times it happened that year. She dutifully did her dance and looked forward to the warm hugs and feelings that would always follow. Later that year he would put his hands on her hips immediately and had his hands wrapped around most of her waist. She stopped counting once and he didn't say anything as long as she stood there but when she wanted to move he would tell her to start counting again so finally, she didn't count and didn't move away from him.
   When she was a month after seven he started to pull her ankles outwards by small increments. Soon she was straddling his face closely and couldn't go any farther. She could feel his heavy breathing on her little vagina. When Rita tried to lean forward to put her hands on the floor for support, he held her strait with his hands on her waist, sometimes running them up to her chest. She felt a subtle pull to go lower but he never forced her. Later that year she bent her legs and sat on his face out of curiosity.
   Her father said something muffled and she giggled. She felt kisses and was confused by it. When she got up a moment later, he was smiling so brightly that she felt like she did something wonderful. He hugged and showered her with many more kisses afterwards but she smelled a funny smell on his lips and didn't want his face near hers for some reason. He got the message and didn't force it.
   It was many more months again when she sensed for several days his sadness and on their days together, they both fell into the game, both of them knowing it was inevitable. He held her little body sitting on his mouth and started with kisses which soon became his tongue. He would then slip his hands up her nightgown and hold her directly. She was uncomfortable with his slimy tongue up in such a private feeling place, but with the gown up she could see the pure joy on his face and it warmed her to make him so happy. Rita endured it.
   Shawn did a wonderful job otherwise of raising his daughter. He wasn't strict or lenient with her, talked with her about complex issues, and generally brought her up a very intelligent girl. One day Rita brought up 'The Game'. Her father looked suddenly sad but was willing to answer any questions she had.
   They talked about sex and what her school teacher had told her about unwanted touching. He asked her what she thought of 'The Game'. Rita had mixed feelings about it and told him why. He agreed and told her he would never ever want to play any game she didn't want to. They discussed whether she should tell anyone like she was told to. He explained that that was for situations where the child couldn't stop the touching. He would not do anything she didn't like when playing and said they wouldn't play that game anymore so everything was fine.
   Then they discussed what happens to the people the children do tell about and found out she would never be able to see her daddy again. Rita wasn't about to lose another parent so she said she'd never tell as long as they didn't do it any more.
   It was almost when she was to turn eight that she changed her mind. Once in a while her father would be sad for the day and she gladly gave him all the hugs and kisses he needed, but he never touched himself anymore. The days would sometimes last longer and she started to miss the happy dad she loved on those days.
   When finally his sad day never went away anymore, she asked him if he would like to play the game. He didn't answer or look at her and she knew he would never ask her to play. Rita was so sad for her father that she didn't feel it was a bad thing if it could help his pain. She knew then how lonely he was.
   Rita lifted her skirt and got on his lap, standing on her knees. He looked up at her with almost tears in his eyes and she just grabbed his head and pulled it to her little crotch. Her father could only resist for a moment and then let go and held her bottom to drink his needs away from her.
   She saw him shudder and then turned to watch a wet spot appear down one leg. She now knew what it was and though she felt uncomfortable, didn't think it was that bad of a thing to do. She came to him the first few times when she felt his needs building again, but after that he started to come to her always searching her face to see if it was okay. It was always okay by her face but still she felt troubled inside and simply hid it for his sake.
   By nine years old it was becoming apparent that it wouldn't be enough anymore for him and he brought up the notion of dating to help ease her predicament as well as his. He didn't tell her that the thought of fully fucking his own daughter was driving him nuts and he felt he needed to fuck someone else before he crossed that line.
   Rita had flatly refused, not giving anyone a chance to take him away from her.
   She started to masturbate him herself trying to help with his growing pressure. He never asked her to do anything but it was pretty obvious what he wanted by then.
   Still, he never tried to cross that line.

   It was then that something unexplained happened.
   He was in her bed and she was under his kneeling body while he felt her where she allowed and kissed or tasted her when she let him. He was fully focused on the single subject of his obsession and longed to be in her body. Rita, laid there smiling reassuringly, thought about wishing he could understand why she felt so bad for him and from him.
   She didn't want to lose the daddy she loved and admired so much if only he would stop needing to do this one thing.
   He tried to be as attentive and gentle with her as he could hoping she could feel the same pleasure he got from her.
   Then the lights went out. Or maybe they blacked out.
   Maybe it was a telekinetic influence on the hiesenburg uncertainty principal, or maybe aliens somehow zapped there little corner of the world, or maybe it was the teenaged girls down the street bungling up a spell from the old witchcraft book they somehow stumbled on. Either way it didn't matter. Shawn and his daughter suddenly found themselves in each others body.
   Shawn was started to see an adult man hovering over him and thought it was a burglary or worst yet, an arrest. The man suddenly looked scared and ran tottering into the bathroom. Shawn got up to follow and almost fell out of bed as he suddenly felt light as a feather. He looked down and saw his daughters skinny legs under him. He turned to look behind to find the rest of her but saw nothing there and then realized he was looking down his daughters back. He turned startled and felt his chest. It was very familiar.
   Shawn got up and slowly went to the mirror. It was nine year old Rita staring back at him. He felt the warmness of her beauty and as he made faces, calmed down and slowly began to understand that he was her. Looking around, he saw nobody else in the room and then lifted his/her dress to look at her body fully. He touched his/her lips and felt around between his/her legs. It was instantly arousing but also felt strange in a way he'd never felt before. He couldn't help himself and started to probe all the places she wouldn't let him. becoming more aroused at knowing he was finally having what he always wanted and she wouldn't stop him.
   That stopped him.
   Where was Rita?
   He remembered the man who ran into the bathroom and suddenly understood it was him, or at least his body. He knocked on the door and heard himself sobbing quietly. He called Rita's name and she started to answer and then stopped herself when she heard her fathers deeper voice instead. More sobbing.
   Shawn, in Rita's body, found the knob and opened the door. He/she stepped in and Rita, in Shawns body, gasped at the sight of herself. Her father told her that he was in her body and she was in his. Rita couldn't believe it at first but had the more flexible mind of a child and when she understood she cried out to ask him what he had done. He told her he had nothing to do with it and she believed him knowing the close bond they had all of their lives.
   Shawn was becoming rather elated at feeling the closeness with his daughters body he now had and couldn't help but to pose and look at him/her self. Rita finally got up and stumbled to him, still not able to work her/his limbs right. They hugged and both managed to get back on the bed. They talked about it for a while and soon they were discussing what each would have to do with their day if their roles were reversed. A couple of times, they both giggled. Rita was relaxing and trying to grasp the new found power of his adult body. Shawn was still feeling aroused in his daughters body and would wiggle against his own body which felt detached yet still strangely his own. The wiggling had an effect on the large adult male body naturally.
   Rita wasn't aware of her/his penis getting harder until it started to hurt. Her father noticed it at the same time. He grabbed it and Rita felt a rush through her/his body. Her father recognized that shudder and had an idea in that excited moment. He suggested that she fuck him while they were switched. Rita was overwhelmed by it all and he got on top her/him and straddled her/his erect member before she could think.
   It was the perfect time, he told her. She wouldn't feel uncomfortable because she wouldn't feel her own body while they did it. And she would really enjoy how it felt from his perspective. He/she wiggled and more jolts of feeling washed over her/him and him/her.
   Shawn had many times dreamed of being in her body to get her to let him in. But it was always just a fantasy and he never in his wildest dreams, well maybe in his wildest, thought he'd actually have the chance to experience it. It wasn't his most played fantasy but he was ready to throw in everything to playing this out.
   Rita on the other hand had no idea what was going on and found herself moving in ways almost out of her control. Though, to her credit, she understood it was a natural reflex like pulling your hand away from something to hot.
   In the half lit room, the pre teen girl got off of the thirty four year old male and proceeded to get under the larger body who naturally turned to keep facing the smaller one. Shawn, using Rita's hands, pulled his own cock to his/her mouth and tried to suck on it. It felt funny and not at all erotic to him and he immediately stopped. Rita on the other hand started to feel the room spin a little and found herself wanting more. Her mind wasn't reacting much but the body seemed to react every time she looked at her own body under her.
   Soon she felt a steady drive build in her and somehow understood that it wasn't going to go away until something happened. The large male body was hovering over the skinny girls body and hard as a rock. The hips started to buck a little.
   Shawn, seeing what was going on, understood all too well and spread his/her legs and wet the little virgin vagina with his/her spit, then tried to pull the adult on top of him/her. He was determined to see this fantasy through.
   The erect penis was at the undersized vaginal entrance and starting to push on it. Shawn was heading with the knowledge that he was a little girl about to be fucked by her own father. Rita was in a daze from the things happening to the body she was in and all she could think about was somehow releasing the building pressure inside. She felt like it needed to be in the smaller child wanting under her/him with legs spread in welcome.
   Rita lost control and with all of the new found strength she found, grabbed the smaller child under her and drove her/his cock into the suddenly startled girl deeply. A feeling like nothing she ever felt before flew from the penis and covered her from head to toe with euphoria. It was like magic.
   Shawn on the other hand was experiencing something entirely different. He was helpless in her/his grasp and was almost doubled over as sharp pains tore into his/her insides. Then he/she was held down by the suddenly immense weight laying on top of him/her from his larger body which was now starting to trust into him/her randomly. Each trust sent another sharp pain through him/her and he/she yelped with each one. Rita blindly trusted into her own body working up speed and rhythm in something almost primal. She was unaware of the yelps of pain coming from her own body below. Dully in the back of her mind, it seemed she should ease off but she couldn't stay focused on it long enough to register.
   Shawn was praying for it all to stop towards the end, even though it wasn't feeling that bad at that point. He made a promise to himself that he would never make his own little girl feel as bed as he felt then. Rita, in his now sweating body, finally shuddered and Shawn felt a weird feeling inside which felt warm and kind of tingled. He understood that Rita had cum in him, or was it in herself? Either way, he knew that it was finally over.
   Rita lifted her/his self up at that point and her/his mind cleared. The mans face above showed a child's reaction of knowing they'd just done something horribly wrong, and Shawn tried to smile and look fine for his troubled daughter. He didn't know why, obviously he got the worst end of the deal but he didn't care about that when his little girl was in pain. He reached out to hold her/him, flinching as a dull ache momentarily flared up and then subsided. He hid it from her, not wishing to distress her anymore then she was. She/he held him/her back and they stayed that way for a long time. Her sobbing and sorry and needing comfort, and him teared but reassuring.

   Neither knew when it happened or how long ago but they both found themselves in their own bodies again and pulled back to look. All suddenly seemed well and they fell back down to the bed and hugged and cried together, finally both going to sleep.
   When Shawn awoke, he was alone and in his own body. It seemed like a dream all of a sudden and he lay back wondering if he had violated his daughter sometime in the night. The thought made him very ashamed and he'd hoped he would never actually do such a thing someday.
   Rita padded into the room and stood looking at him in the morning light. He saw the sadness in her eyes and knew with a sinking feeling that he'd somehow crossed the line with her and hurt her horribly.
   He was going to tell her how sorry he was when she suddenly started to sob and tell him she was sorry and asked for his forgiveness. He said there was no need and that it all was his fault. She stopped him when she told him that she was the one who hurt him when they were switched. He knew then that it wasn't a dream and could only hold her, stunned as she continued crying. He kept telling her that she did nothing wrong and soon she calmed down.
   They began to talk about it and what they felt and he recognized everything she went through. It was then that he told her how hard it was on him and that he had no idea how she felt about everything they had done before. Rita then lay quiet and thought about everything they had done since mom died. They were close again, even closer from having the special experience between them and after a time things were great. Shawn never ever felt sad in front of his beautiful little girl again and they had many weeks of pure family bliss. Now Shawn would bury any sexual feelings deep within himself with the weight of knowing first hand what it would feel like to her. That was enough.

   One day though, Rita got in his bed in the middle of the night and woke him. She was naked and laying against his naked body, holding him. He stifled the beginnings of an erection at the first sign of one and asked her what she wanted.
   She whispered that she knew and then said nothing. Knew what, he asked.
   Rita slid her skinny body on top of him and whispered that she knew he needed her in the special way. He tried to stop her but she knew exactly what to do and he was soon fully erect. Please, he reasoned, don't do it. She told him to hold still and she would help him. She told him that no matter how much he tried to hide it, she knew he was suffering from sexual need, she knew from a bond between them beyond any bond anyone had ever experienced before and to lay back and let her do the work.
   Rita told him that she understood how powerful his need was and how it would kill him if didn't get release now and then. She told him that since then, she'd been practicing putting her fingers into herself so that she could do this for him. She told him that if he loved her, he'd let her ease his pain. That she wanted to do this now. That she loved him completely and would always be there when he needed her from now on. Forever.
   She eased his pain and found that she liked it.