Little secrets

So, I got an Anonymous request for a family swap. While I wait for the right inspiration to hit me, here's an old work of mine which deals with the subject. I hope you'll like it :)

Rachel was sitting on the bench, facing the building from which she had just been prohibited to enter where she was supposed to spend the morning. She was browsing through the papers contained in the folder she brought from home, enraged, as she saw that they were all just unrelated papers full of junk. She took out her phone determined to call her dad to confront him about the situation, only to realize that that would not have been of any help. So she just sat there, defeated, taking sips of her coffee, as she thought about how many explanations there would have been that evening back at home. It was only the beginning of the day, but it had already been even tougher than she thought it would have been.

She couldn’t stand being trapped in her dad’s body. Going from her fit and healthy body to the saggy and out of shape body of a middle aged man felt awful. The balding head, the thick beard, the body hair. It was disgusting. But most of all she was grossed out by the dick between her legs. She didn’t even want to touch it, and when she got dressed that morning in her dad’s business suit she tried to avoid adjusting that thing to make it rest comfortably in her pants. And even though the urge to pee was starting to become unbearable, especially after drinking that coffee, she still couldn’t even think of going to the bathroom. The mere thought of having her dad’s dick hanging from her groin was too much to handle.

But her day got even worse when she reached the building where her father worked. The security wouldn’t let her get into the building, and threatened to call the police if she didn’t leave the area immediately. She soon discovered that her dad had been fired from his office a month prior, and that for the last weeks he apparently did nothing but wander around the whole day, pretending to be at work, unable to confront his family about what he had done. And he had done awful things. Rachel was shocked and completely destroyed when she found out that her dad had been fired for molesting a young intern working for him. Now she knew why, when the previous evening the whole family agreed that despite their unbelievable predicament they would have had to go about their day pretending that nothing was off for the moment, he opposed so much. He didn’t want his family to find out. But she did find out. And now there she was, wondering what she would have done for the rest of the day before getting home to talk to a father that she didn’t even recognized as her own anymore.

Steven kept scratching his legs. The pantyhose he was wearing just didn’t want to stay in place. But despite how uncomfortable they felt he was at least glad that he was now sitting at his desk, not having to get around the hallways with the pencil skirt he was wearing that made it difficult to walk, and his high heels hurting his feet. He felt so embarrassed recalling how that morning his mother helped him get dressed in those uncomfortable clothes to go to her workplace, doing his makeup and even helping him with the bra. He was mortified.

He felt that crave again. When he first felt it that morning he didn’t even understood what it was, and as the hours went by it was driving him insane. When he got in his mother’s office he finally understood what it was, as he found in the drawer a pack of cigarettes. So his mother did not really quit smoking! As he lit himself one and took a deep whiff of it, finally getting some relief, he felt furious. She swore she had quit! Then again it would have been pretty hypocrite of him to judge her, given his little vice. In a few moments however he would have found out that there was much more his mother had to hide.

<<How you doin’ Martha?>> he heard a voice tell him from his left.

He turned around to see a short man closing the office door behind him. He recognized him, maybe from one of those boring business parties he was once dragged to by his parents. He was one of mom’s colleagues. What was his name again? Cester? No… Spencer! Right!

<<H… Hi Spencer!>> he stuttered, still unused to hear his mother’s voice coming out of his mouth.

<<Is everything all right? You look off.>> said Spencer while getting closer to him.

<<Y… Yeah, it’s just…>>. Steven felt Spencer placing his hand on his shoulder, gently but firmly, slowly caressing it. He felt uncomfortable.

<<Ah, I know! You had another argument with Robert didn’t you? That man is such a brute to you!>>

What was he talking about? Why was he snooping in his mother’s private life?

<<Don’t worry honey.>>

“Honey?!”.

<<It will be over soon. You won’t have to tolerate that asshole anymore. I have great news! I made a decision! I will tell my wife about us right this evening! Soon I will get a divorce, as I promised you. You will do the same and we will finally be together! We won’t have to hide anymore!>>

Steven sat there with his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, unsettled. Did his mother have an affair with this guy? For how long have those two been secret lovers?

<<Now since everyone is leaving for lunch break, why don’t we celebrate this great news?>>

What was he talking about? W… Why…?

Why was he unzipping his pants?

Robert was laying there, in the school bathroom, pale and worn-out. Even though he had just threw up he still felt that unbearable sense of nausea gripping his guts. His head was still spinning. He felt horrible. Was it flu? Did his daughter catch a cold? Just perfect! As if it wasn’t hard enough to have to get through a school day trapped in Rachel’s body. That sense of illness wasn’t enough to distract him from all the alien sensation of now being a teenage girl. The long hair constantly brushing over the back of his neck, his toned legs squeezed in those skin-tight pants, the panties he was wearing constantly itching. The worst thing were probably his new breasts. That morning it felt so wrong when he tucked them inside the bra. They were sensitive, and they hadn’t stop hurting for the whole morning. It was almost as if they were too big, too swollen to be contained in that bra.

He heard the bell ring. Had he been there for so long? He slowly got up still feeling sick. Thank god there were only a few more hours before the end of the day. He got out of the bathroom and walked towards his daughter’s locker. As he took out the books he needed for the next class he saw one of Rachel’s friends coming towards him.

<<Are you still feeling that bad?>>. How did she know that? She wasn’t in class with him when he had to leave. He nodded silently.

<<I’m so sorry for you. Have you spoken to Greg? What are you going to do? Are you going to keep it?>>

<<G… Greg? What are you talking about?>>

<<Are you kidding me? The baby Rach! What are you going to do? Will you tell your parents about it?>>

Robert froze in terror. Greg?! The baby?! How many things had his daughter hidden from him?

The bell rang again. <<I have to go. I’ll see you after class. I want to know everything.>> said the girl before heading to class.

Robert just stayed there, unable to move. He was shaking. Suddenly he felt a hand grab him by the shoulder and turn him around.

<<Hi sweety!>> said the guy he was now facing, and before Robert could say anything the guy gave him a passionate kiss. Robert was still so shocked that he wasn’t even able to push him away.

<<Is everything all right Rach?>> asked the guy. “This must be that Greg!” Robert realized.

<<Look I thought about this whole thing and… I will be with you whatever your decision will be. I’m willing to face my responsibilities. If you are going to keep the baby I promise I will support you and that I will be a good father for him. Or for her.>>

The guy smiled wholeheartedly waiting for a response. But Robert still couldn’t say anything. So his daughter had a boyfriend she kept secret? Not only that, but they had sex and she got pregnant?! He felt his head spin once again.

<<Are you feeling sick Rach?!>>

Martha was heading down the sidewalk with her head down. She was so glad that that day was finally over and that she could go home. It was hard to spend the morning at school as her teenage son, even harder than she would have imagined. But she managed to get through it without major incidents besides having probably failed that history test. After all it has been years since she last studied that stuff. She figured she just would not have been mad at Steven when everyone would have got back into their bodies and he would come home one day with a bad school report. Bud while she was anticipating the moment when she would have been herself again, she was suddenly grabbed by someone and pushed in an alley to her left. The guy who was now holding her against the wall raised his fist threateningly. He was so strong! Martha felt so scared and powerless!

<<Ok little shit! Where are my money?!>>

She felt like she was choking. That guy’s grip on his throat was so tight.

<<I… I don’t know what you’re talking about!>> she strived to tell him.

<<You know damn well what I’m talking about! You owe me the money for all that meth I sold you last week! Now do you have them or do I have to take your eye as a repayment?!>>, and as he finished that sentence he reached to his pocket and pulled out a butterfly knife and pointed its blade just below her left eye.

She was terrified. The shock of realizing that her son used meth and got indebted with dangerous people would have been enough to make her faint normally, but being now there threatened by someone who looked like he could have actually gone through with what he was saying left her completely paralyzed with terror.

She tried to say something. To make him reason.

<<I… I don’t have the money with me! But I have them at home! I swear! You got to believe me!>>

She felt the blade pressing harder below her eye. How could she get out of that situation?

The orb was laying inside the safe in the Andersons’ home, where the family put it away to keep it safe while they were out to their days. It was Steven who had found it the day prior, on the way back from school. It looked odd to him, with its strange blue color and those dim lights flickering inside of it. He immediately became curious about it. It looked like a neat little object, so he tucked it in his bag. Who knew, perhaps it was worth something and he could have got some money from selling it. He needed the money to repay his debt after all, and that was better than just stealing from his parents.

That evening, at dinner, the whole family had another argument, like it often happened in recent times. The parents were yelling at each other, Rachel was about to rush to her room to escape all that crap and Steven was just sitting there in silence annoyed by the situation. Suddenly the orb started to glow with a bright blue light and there was a dazzling flash. As the Andersons came back to their senses they found themselves looking at their own bodies, now stuck in the body of another family member. There were cries, and screams, and they were all terrorized, but eventually they had to calm down and analyze their situation. They soon realized the mysterious orb was at fault, but they just couldn’t get it to work again and get everything back to normal. They realized that for at least the following morning they would have had to pretend to be the person whose body they were now inhabiting and try again to solve the whole thing in the evening. So with the orb safe they left the house in the morning, ready to face what would have been a very hard day for everyone. The poor family could not know that the orb had the nature of disappearing just as suddenly and mysteriously as it appeared. And so with a bright flash the orb vanished, relocating itself somewhere else in the world to change the life of whoever was unfortunate enough to stumble into it.

That evening the family would have come home only to find out that the only thing that could turn everything back to normal and give them back their lives had disappeared forever. But first there would have been once again a lot of arguing and a lot of yelling, since each one of them had found out all about the little secrets they had been hiding from each other. But they would have had to come to term with them, and understand and forgive each other. Because now those would have been their lives. Forever.