Caught In His Stepmom’s Negligee

 

Danny loved his little arrangement with his stepmom. Whenever his dad was away, they would swap bodies using a strange red skull she had found. They both agreed they could do whatever they wanted over the weekend. There were some ground rules, though — one of them should have been not dressing Zara’s body in revealing clothes to do chores.

Music blaring, Danny danced as he washed the dishes, dressed in a little purple negligee. He didn’t hear his dad shouting to see if anyone was home. Suddenly, the music shut off. Danny spun around — and saw his dad standing in the doorway. He looked down at himself, then back up at his dad. A cheesy smile spread across his (stepmom’s) face.

His dad just stood there, stunned. Then, slowly backing away, he muttered,

“No, no, no… oh God!”

He ran upstairs.

Danny’s female body moved instinctively, as if to follow — but his dad misread it completely. He thought Zara was coming after him. This is a disaster, Danny thought, as he locked himself in the bathroom, his dad pounding on the door.

What must his dad have thought? Coming home to find his wife dressed like that, with his son supposedly away?

Danny sat against the bathroom door, looking down at his stepmom’s body.

She’s going to be furious when she finds out about this…

Somehow, he managed to convince his dad — who was clearly disturbed — that he was only wearing the outfit because it was too hot to clean in anything else, and that he had a headache. His dad, still looking disappointed, sat on the sofa with “Zara,” who had now changed clothes. For a long time, his dad kept a pillow over his crotch.

When Zara (in Danny’s body) walked in and saw her husband sitting with herself (inhabited by Danny), she looked shocked and confused. Danny looked at her and mouthed, Help me, just as his dad put an arm around him.

She quickly asked, as the stepson, to borrow “Zara” for a minute. They both hurried upstairs. His dad sat there, confused. A flash of light came from upstairs.

“Everything okay up there?” he called out.

Danny, now back in his own body, came running down the stairs, Zara behind him. “All good!” they both shouted. Zara gave her husband a kiss on the cheek and sat beside him. She casually tried to remove the pillow from his lap, but he shook his head. She shrugged, while Danny sat nearby, silently praying his dad wouldn’t mention what had happened.

The next day, an annoyed Zara stared at Danny as he entered the room. Had his dad told her about the strange moment when he got home early from his work conference?

“You didn’t clean up the garden last night. Also, why is one of my negligees on the floor in my room?”

“No idea,” said a relieved Danny — whose dad, unknowingly, had saved him from a serious telling-off.