Michael and his daughter Krystal had never really seen eye-to-eye, but it was rare that they were ever this vocally upset with each other. This time Michael was exasperated with Krystal’s refusal to go in for an interview with their local college. She was stubbornly insistent that she didn’t need to keep going to school, that she was going to move in with her boyfriend and follow her dreams of becoming an artist, but her father was furious that she refused to be more pragmatic. “Listen to me! How do you think you’re going to get a real job dressed in those tiny revealing shorts like that!? You need to go in for this interview or I’m kicking you out of the house!” he shouted while in the college parking lot, not caring about the concerned onlookers.

“Good!” Krystal spat through angry tears. “I don’t want to live with such a horrible fucking dictator anyway!” burying her face in her hands she began to storm off, not even noticing that an old lady was walking through the halls until she slammed into her and knocked her handful of books onto the floor. Ignoring the stranger, she continued to run away crying.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake...” Michael cursed to himself, also ignoring the struggling woman as he chased after his daughter to try and rationalize with her again. Meanwhile, frustrated with their lack of politeness to help her out, the old stranger’s eyes began to glow as she retrieved a long magic wand from her pocket and waved it in the air to freeze them both in their tracks.

“You knock a poor old woman over and you refuse to help her because of some petty argument?” Suddenly fear began to grip the hearts of the duo as the woman moved up to them, waving her hand jokingly in front of their glassy eyes as they waited for the witch to carry out her punishment. “Looks like you both need to be taught a lesson in respect and humility.” Waving her wand again, they both felt a sensation like being yanked out of their bodies as their souls flew through the air, twirling around briefly until they settled into each other’s bodies. Michael could feel Krystal’s long brunette hair down his back and his mostly-bare ass poking out from his shorts as he looked down at his round C-cup breasts, a couple inches of cleavage now hanging off of his body. Meanwhile Krystal was equally surprised and terrified of her new form, disturbed by her tall and muscular dad body. “Since I’m no wicked witch, how about this: if you can pass the interview and get accepted into this college, I will change you both back. If not, well... enjoy your new forms.” shaking her wand for the last time, the two family members were finally able to move and instantly began checking out their new bodies in shock, both disgusted by their new shape. “I’ve also added an extra little ‘surprise’ for the both of you should you continue to argue, so I suggest you work together from now on...”

“I’m sorry! I should have helped you, please swap us back! I don’t want to be my gross dad!” Krystal begged, but the Witch had already vanished into thin air. Then, crossing her arms, she immediately began finding somebody to blame. “This is all your fault, Dad! You should have helped her!”

“My fault!? YOU were the one who knocked her over! You should have just listened to me in the first place! Now, let’s get on our way to the interview office already.” It wasn’t long before the two were bickering again, arguing over whose fault it was and who had it worse trapped in the other’s body. Walking around campus for a few minutes looking for the registration office, they continued to shout and blame but something was changing. Both of them were beginning to feel a strange arousal in their bodies, somehow becoming more and more turned on over time. Krystal couldn’t stop her eyes from drifting to her old ass as her dad walked in front of her, huge, exposed cheeks clapping together softly with every step as she began to feel tight and uncomfortable in her pants. Michael was running into a similar problem: there was a heat building in his body between his thighs that was becoming increasingly impossible to ignore. Is this what being turned on as a girl is like? Oh god, I can’t believe I’m already fantasizing about dicks... he thought. Looking at his daughter in his old body he couldn’t stop himself from checking out her crotch, noticing the distinct bulge of an erection as Michael’s mouth began to water.

They were craving each other’s bodies, and the more they argued, the more the spell weaved its magic. If they kept this up, it wouldn’t be long before they would lose control.