Dennis snapped a pic in the door, making sure to position the cleavage of his new body expertly. He was deep undercover for the CIA, using his body swap powers to infiltrate the leader of a crime syndicate and take them down from the inside. What he didn’t account for was how strong the Daughters muscle memory would be. One moment he’d be sneaking around trying to get intel, the next he’d just move and sit on the couch and watch beauty tutorials like he was the Daughter himself. Sometimes it’d take him hours to snap back to reality.
His daughter did have a great body that Dennis loved exploring, perfect supple tits and a nice warm pussy always distracted him as well. A couple touches and his body would light up like a Christmas tree with pleasure.
After his third orgasm of the day, covered in his own sweat and cum, that he had wiped on himself just to make himself feel dirty, he had a thought: The CIA could never prove he wasn’t the daughter the whole time, why should he go back?
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