Exposure therapy

Jordan took another gulp of wine. It was definitely helping him cope with being in his 18-year-old daughter’s body after the accident. Since there was no cure and no way back, the therapist suggested a type of exposure therapy.
Well…Jordan had exposed himself. Locked in his office he’d drunk and disrobed, his daughter’s body slowly coming into view. Now he was naked, her petite form inescapable. Even resting his hand in his lap he was confronted with the smooth warmth of his thighs, the delicate touch of his slender fingers, the deep absence between his legs.
When taking another gulp, Jordan accidentally bobbed his breasts with his arm, sending his tits jiggling slightly. He laughed drunkenly, shaking his head as he looked down at his new chest. The tiny nipples were at sharp peaks, caressed by the motion of the air and made more sensitive by the fact this own brain couldn’t ignore them.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, his daughter’s slurred voice spilling from his lips.
His eyes came to rest on his new sex, the trimmed bush doing nothing to hide the twin lips. This was his body now and would be forever. There was no sense in being squeamish. And yet he couldn’t help but continue to think of it as her body. He wondered how she was doing in his. If she was coping better than he was.

This collection contains 5 previously published stories and is available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon. List of stories here.