Justice

                                                        By Noelle Swan


     It had been an awful year for Randall J. Smith, Ph.d.  It was the
end of his 9th year in the English Department of the University of
Bristol.  His speciality was American Literature, and he was scheduled
to be awarded tenure.  Randall, as he preferred to be called, was very
anxious when he got the call to go to the Dean's office the day before
summer break.  This was the culmination of all of his hard work.
However, one-half hour latter he sat in the leather bound chair across
from the Dean, as he was told that, due to budget cutbacks in the
English Department, particularly Literature, he was being let go.  It
seemed the University felt that just anyone in the English Department
could teach Literature.  The University wanted to devote its resources
to technology, so that it could pull in the big grants, and maybe
attract corporate sponsership.  The Dean assured him that if all went
as planned, in a few years the University would double in size, and
would have plenty of resources to hire him back.  Until then he was on
his own.  The dean suggested that Randall start a writing career has
he had always planned.

     The trouble was that Randall hadn't planned to start that career
until he got tenure.  As he cleaned out his office he wondered what he
was going to tell his wife Diana.  He was the only source of income to
the household, as they agreed that Diana would not go back to work
until their daughter, Bethany was into middle school.  At the present
time, Bethany was only 6 years old.

     Randall's mind wondered back to the first time he had ever met
Diana.  It was about 7 years ago.  Her name was Diana Black.  He saw
her across the room at a faculty banquet, and was stunned by her
staggering beauty.  She was only 4'11" tall, and looked like she
weighed all of 90 lbs. dripping wet.  She had an angelic face with
golden blonde hair, that cascaded over her shoulders to her waist.
Her body was petite and lithe, except for a set of extremely large,
voluptous breasts.  Randall asked one of his colleagues who she was.
His colleague did some checking around and found out her name.  He
told Randall that she was a Biophysicist, who just joined the science
department.  Rumor had it that she was only 23 years old but was
brilliant.  Rumor also had it that she had worked her way through
school as a stripper to supplement her scholarships.  Also...the
breasts were real, and they were spectacular!

     Randall had made an ackward introduction, but she had found it
cute.  They started to date shortly after that.  It was a whirlwind
romance.  Within 6 months they announced their engagement, and 1 month
after that Diana's pregnancy.  Bethany was born right after the
honeymoon.  Randall and Diana agreed that Diana would stay at home and
raise Bethany until she was at least through elementry school.
Although Diana wasn't working, they had used their savings to set up a
laboratory in the basement.  Randall remembered that he hated to go
down there because it was filled with all kinds of strange computers
and equipment.  He had no idea what she was working on.

     Randall parked his car in the driveway, and shambled up the
walkway to the front door.  What was he going to tell Diana?  The
demands of her research equipment, and running the household had left
them with very little savings.  He opened the door and found Diana
there with a huge smile on her face.  Before Randall could tell her
the news, she told him that the University had called her that
afternoon.  They wanted her back early to head up their biophysics
research department.  They had offered her tenure, with a salary twice
what Randall was making.  The University also offered her percentage
bonuses from all of the grants and corporate sponserships that she
could bring in.  Randall sat in silence.  Diana was giddy in her
happiness.  She told him that she could'nt say no.  It was all she
wanted to do.  She knew that they had agreed that she would stay home
and raise Bethany, but with the extra income they could now afford to
hire a nanny.

     It was then that Diana noticed Randall's unhappiness and grim
expression.  She had assumed that it was because she was breaking
their agreement.  Randall then told her what had happened to him that
afternoon.  Diana consoled him, and told him that it was alright.  She
told him the Dean was right.  He should start his writing career.  He
had the time, and because of what she was going to make, money
wouldn't be a problem.  He could now stay at home and watch over
Bethany until she was out of elementary school.  By that time he will
have put out a few books, and can go back to the University.
Randall's mood improved somewhat, because it sounded like a good plan.

     However that was a year ago.  Instead of using what had happened
as a golden opportunity, Randall wallowed in self-pity.  Although he
tried to put on a happy demeanor, inwardly he was humiliated that his
wife was the bread winner of the family.  Not only that, but she did
well at the University.  Grants and sponserships were rolling in, and
Diana was a much better provider than he ever was.  Randall had to
actually ask Diana for money.  She didn't mind as she considered what
was hers as everyone's.  This had a bad effect on Randall.  It
manifested in a huge writer's block.  He could not put anything down
on paper.  Randall started drinking all of the time, to try and forget
that he had been reduced to nothing more than a househusband.

     The sex life between Randall and Diana began to go drastically
down hill.  He became abusive to his wife.  In fits of drunken
jealousy, he battered her.  Diana had to explain her bruises at work
as slip and falls and whatnot.  However, they all knew the truth.
Despite the fact that Randall had been a professor of literature, he
was a large man with a past history of physical and sexual abuse by
his father.  Randall had specialized in a civilized career in the
hopes that it would diminish the violent genetic tendecies.  Without
that career, and aided by alcohol, that tendency was now out of the
bag.  Even worse, Randall had started to sexually molest their
daughter, Bethany.  Diana just didn't know what to do.  She didn't
want to leave him because she genuinely loved him.  She could'nt
report him to the authorities because he had been a good and caring
man.  He had just had bad luck.  Still what he was doing to Bethany
was a reprehensible crime.  It disgusted Diana despite her love for
him.  It made her furious that Randall was hurting their child.

     Months went on of this.  Then one night after work she had
discovered that Randall had penetrated Bethany.  In that very second
her love for Randall turned into hate and loathing.  She decided that
tomorrow she would secretly make arrangements to leave him.  After
work, she would come home and get Bethany.  She would make up an
excuse to get out of the house with Bethany and never return.

     When Randall woke up it was 7:00 o'clock a.m.  Diana was already
up and gone.  Strange, he thought, she usually kisses him good-bye
before she leaves.  He got up and checked Bethany's room.  She was
still there, asleep.  Randall went to the bathroom, and drained his
bladder.  He then went downstairs to the kitchen.  He poured his first
glass of vodka for the day, and lit a cigarette.  Randall noticed some
motion stirring out of the corner of his eye and turned to see his
daughter in the doorway to the kitchen wiping the sleep out of her
eyes.

     She was beautiful.  Bethany looked just like her mother.  She was
small for a child of 6, and it was obvious that she would be a short
woman like her mother.  Her small pretty face was framed by tousled
waist length blonde hair.

     "Can I have breakfast Daddy?" She asked in that innocent, high
little girl's voice of hers.

     Randall looked at her.  He was so tired of being a househusband!
He was professor of literature dammit!  "Yeah sure, sit at the table,"
he said.

     Bethany scrambled up to her place at the table.  Her chin barely
cleared the edge of the table due to her short stature.  Randall went
and got a bowl, spoon, cereal, and milk.  He poured the cereal and
milk into the bowl and handed the spoon to his daughter. As Bethany
tore into the meal with a hungry vigor, Randall gave her some
instructions for the day.

     "Now Bethany I want you to play quietly today, you know how much
noise upsets me."

     "Yes daddy" she responded between bites.

     He continued, "I have to do a lot of writing today, and I don't
want to be bothered.  After you finish your breakfast, I want you to
go get dressed and then play quietly in your room with your toys."

     "Okay" she said before slurping down another bite.

     "And eat like a little lady, you were'nt born in a barn."

     With that Randall finished his vodka, and poured himself another
drink.  He left the kitchen to go and try to write.  Bethany finished
her cereal.  Like her mother taught her she returned the milk to the
refrigerator, although she had to stand on a chair to do so.  She
dragged the chair to the sink, climbed up upon it and put the bowl and
spoon into the sink.  She repeated the process for the box of cereal.
After she cleaned up after herself in the kitchen, Bethany went up to
her room to do as her father told her.  She didn't wan't to make him
mad.  When he got mad he touched her, and made her do things to him.
When he did, Bethany didn't love her father.

     Bethany removed her pj's and put on a clean pair of underwear,
She then put on white shirt and her pink overalls with the bunnies on
them.  They were her favorites.  Finally she put on pink socks with
the lace tops, and her pair of sneakers.  Bethany was already very
good at tying her shoes.  She got a brush and brushed out the snarls
and tangles in her hair just as her mother had taught her.  When she
was done, she was the very picture af a pretty little girl.

     After Bethany was dressed she got her toys together, and began to
play "teaparty."

     Two hours later, Randall was three sheets to the wind.  In that
time he had only managed to get dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, get
two words on paper, and of course, continue to drink.  The failure to
write made him seethe and brood all the more.  His concentration was
broken by a sound he recognized all too well: Bethany jumping on her
bed.  He tried to ignore it but the incessant THUMP!  THUMP! THUMPING!
was hard to ignore.  Randall yelled BETHANY! at the top of his lungs.
The thumping didn't stop.

     Something within Randall snapped.  All of the rage and
frustration and humiliation of the last year rushed to the surface.
He drunkenly said "that's it dammit!!"

     He got up and started up the steps angrily.  When he got to the
top of the steps, Randall kicked open the door to his daughter's room.
She was there on the bed with a look of sheer terror on her face.

     "I thought I told you to be quiet," Randall said.

     "But I was Daddy," replied Bethany innocently.

     "Do you call jumping on your bed quiet? Now get your little butt
over here."

     "Please Daddy, no.  I sorry, and I won't do it again.  Please
don't hurt me."

     "I SAID GET OVER HERE, " began Randall in an menacing tone "you
did'nt listen to me, and now you are going to be punished!"

     Bethany slowly made her way over to her father who was now
sitting in a chair.  As soon as she got close enough Randall grabbed
her by the shoulders and shook her violently.

     "Why do you always have to be so bad? I haven't been able to
write anything because of you.  Its all your fault.  You're a nasty
little girl."

     Randall pulled Bethany up across his knees, with her rear-end up.
He unbuckled the straps to her overalls, and pulled them down far
enough to expose her butt.  He pulled down her underwear to expose
Bethany's bare bottom.  Bethany was still sobbing from the shaking
when he started to spank her.  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!  Now
she was really crying.  Her butt was on fire.

     "Shut up or I'll really give you something to cry about."
demanded Randall..

     However, that did no good.  Bethany continued to cry.  Randall
suddenly became concerned that he had really hurt his daughter.  He
began to soothingly caress her bare bottom.

     "Shhh" he said "its okay.  Daddy is very sorry.  He'll make it
all better"

     Randall continued to caress her bare bottom.  As he did so he
felt an erection begin to grow within his jeans, and with that
erection a strong desire.  Bethany also felt the erection grow against
her stomach, and recognized the danger.  It made her stop bawling long
enough to cry out "please Daddy not that"

     Now Randall stopped caressing her long enough to touch her bare
genitals.  "Its okay Bethany it'll................."

     Randall was stopped in mid-sentence by Bethany bolting up and
running out the door, pulling her clothes on as she went.  The
suddenness of her action caught him by surprise, and before he could
stand up he could hear the thump, thump, thump of her running down the
stairs.  That made his anger boil to the surface anew. He would catch
her and he would show her!

     Randall looked everywhere downstairs for her.  Bethany was
nowhere to be found.  He called out to her several times.  There was
no response.  It was obvious that she was hiding.  Randall checked the
front and back doors.  They were both still locked, so she had'nt left
the house.  She was still inside somewhere.  It was about then that
Randall noticed that the door to the basement was open.  Bethany had
fled to the safety of her mother's laboratory.

     In the year that Randall had been home he had not been down to
the basement.  Diana had been so busy at the University, that she had
not used it in that year.  However, when Diana was at home both she
and Bethany spent hour and hours down there.  It was a given that
Bethany knew the layout down there better than Randall.  He opened the
cellar door the rest of the way.  The only thing that greated his eyes
was a dark abyss.  Randall stepped on to the first step and heard it
creak under his weight.  He placed his right hand along the wall to
feel his way down.  Bethany was going to pay for this!  However, he
had to act nice in order to lure her out.  He smiled to himself as he
thought of himself as a big game hunter stalking his prey.

     "Bethany, Honey, Daddy's sorry that he lost his temper.  I
promise I won't hurt you.  I won't even touch you.  Please come out."
There was no response.  There wasn't even a sound.

     "Bethany are you down here?"  Still no response.  This made
Randall even madder.

     Randall took another step down the stairs, and then another.  On
each step he repeated his plea to his daughter.  Before he knew it, he
was completely enveloped in darkness.  He was now standing at the
bottom of the flight of steps.  Randall paused for a second, and held
his breath.  He heard the faint sound of someone else breathing.
However, he could not tell from which direction it was coming.  He
tried to remember where the light switch was.  He thought it was on
the right wall at the bottom of the steps.  Randall felt and fumbled
around on the wall.  He felt the dust, and cobwebs, and finally an
on-off switch.  He flipped it to the on position.

     The light did not come on.  Instead the banks of machinery and
computers started to come to life.  The many dials, diodes and LED's
lit up.  Their illumination provided Randall with enough light to find
the real light switch.  He must have hit the main power switch.  The
overhead light switch was just above the power switch.  He flipped
that switch to the "on" position.

     Immediately, all of the overhead lghts came on.  They illuminated
a maze of strange and complex machines.  The machines hummed with a
ominous sound unlike anything Randall ever heard.  He tried to ignore
them as he continued his search for his daughter.  Finally, he saw her
in one corner where there were two platforms sitting side-by-side.
They looked like the platforms that people lay upon when the go
through surgery.  Bethany was huddled up against the head of one of
the platforms leaning against the bank of computers.  She was in a
fetal position, and had an oversized helmet on her head.  The helmet
had all types of wires and leads going into the computers.  It was
obvious to Randall that Bethany had put the helmet on in order to
camaflouge herself.  She had a cover pad pulled around her to
camaflouge the rest of her body.  Her efforts to hide were not good
enough.  No the chase was up, and she was definitely going to pay!

     As Randall got closer he noticed that his daughter was not
moving.  She had to have seen him by now, and should be trying to get
away.  He moved closer, and saw that Bethany's eyes were staring
straight ahead.  There was no expression upon her face.

     "Bethany??" he tried but there was no response.  It didn't even
look like she was breathing.

     "Oh God," Randall thought to himself.  He was really concerned
now.  If something bad happened to Bethany, his wife would kill him.
Even worse he could be arrested, and go to jail.  He was now standing
right next to his daughter.  He quickly fiured out that it had
something to do with the helmet.  She must have had it on when he
turned on the main power.  When the power came on, it must have put
her in some type of suspended animation.  All he had to do was get the
helmet off of her head and she would be alright.

     Now most people who would be faced with this dilemma would
probably do one of two things: turn of the main power first, or call
the person who knows more about the equipment and get their
advice/instructions.  Not Randall.  In his semi-drunk state, he
thought the simplest slution was the best.  He would just remove the
helmet.  He reached up and placed a hand on each side of the helmet so
that he could lift it off.  When he did it was like he completed an
electrical circuit.  Randall felt a tremendous amount of energy rush
through his body just before everything started to go black, and he
lost consiousness.

     Sometime later Randall's mind snapped back to full consiousness.
He was looking straight ahead down a row of computer terminals.  He
tried to move but found that he could not.  Something had frozen him
in place, although he could still see, hear, and feel.  He was aware
that something large was upon his head, and the rest of him was
covered by a heavy cloth.  He could see the dark gray of the cloth.
Beyond the cloth was a shiny stainless steel table.  By body position
he could tell that he was huddled up into a fetal position.  What had
happened to him?  He was starting to get a bad feeling about all of
this.

     Seconds later he saw a large body stand up and stretch right in
front of him.  Although its back was turned, he could tell that it was
a large man's body.  Whoever it was was wearing a t-shirt and jeans
like he had been wearing.  He tried to all cry out to this person for
help but could not.  Randall watched as this body, with its back
turned began to feel himself and explore himself.  He saw that man
grab his crotch.  Suddenly the man turned around, and Randall saw that
the man was HIM!

     "Daddy?" the man said questioningly looking at Randall.

     Randall knew in a second that somehow, impossibly he had switched
bodies with his little daughter!  That would explain why the man had
appeared to be so large.  It was because he was now so small!  It also
explained all of the weird feelings that he had just had.  Not only
did he switch bodies with Bethany, he was now frozen in the exact same
position that she had been.

     Randall wanted to tell his daughter, now in his body, to touch
him so that they could reverse the process.  He could'nt.  Instead he
noticed his body turn, and walk away.  About a minute later he saw the
machines shut down as the hum of their life faded away.  He felt the
power of movement return to his new body.  The first thing that he
noticed when he attempted to move was that that his ass hurt.  A lot.
He remembered that only minutes before that he had violently spanked
the body he now wore.  He had'nt realized what type of damage he could
do to such a small body.  He took the helmet of of his head.  When he
raised his hands to do so he noticed how tiny they were.  He noticed
how slender and small the arms were of the body he now wore.

     After removing the helmet, which seemed unusually heavy to him,
Randall threw off the cloth that covered the rest of his body.  He
looked down and saw from above the pink overalls with the bunny on it
that his daughter had been wearing.  He saw small little legs curled
up with tiny sneakers and the lacy socks.  With his trembling hands he
touched his face.  Randall felt the smooth skin of his youthful
cheeks.  He noticed the weight of a lot of hair pulling at his scalp.
It was a very unusual feeling.  Randall reached around with a still
trembling hand, and pulled over one shoulder extremly long wavy blonde
hair.

     Randall could'nt believe it.  He was now trapped in the body of
his pre-school daughter Bethany!  He had to reverse the process. But
how he thought.  Then he remembered the power.  If he could get the
power turned back on, and get one of them to put the helmet back on,
maybe they could get back to their rightful bodies.  Randall moved to
the edge of the platform, and looked over.  It looked so high up now,
like a canyon.  He knew his little legs would not reach the floor.
Slowly he eased himself over the edge as much as possible.  When he
had gone as far as he could he let go.  It felt as if he fell and
fell.  He landed with a THUMP! on his ass, and it made the still
tender behind sting all the more.  When he landed and felt the pain he
cried out OUCH! with Bethany's soft and high little girl's voice.
Randall marveled at the sound of that voice in his ears, he sounded
just like Bethany.  He couldn't dwell on that now.  He had to get the
power back on and back to his own body.  When he stood up he was
quickly reminded how small he was now because all of the equipment and
surroundings looked gigantic.

     Randall ran back to where the main power switch was as fast as he
could on his undersized legs.  There he found Bethany in his body,
still inspecting herself with a suprised look upon her face.

     "Bethany, Honey," Randall began in her voice "we accidently
switched bodies.  You have to help me so we can get back to out right
bodies.  You have to turn on the main power switch because I can't
reach it any more."

     His body looked absolutely gigantic.  He now only came up to its
mid-thigh!  Bethany in his body looked down at him.  The look of
suprise was gone from her face.  It was replaced by a look of deadly
seriousness.  The mouth opened and stated, matter-of-factly, in
Randall's deep bass voice, "no....I don't want to!"

     Her statement staggered him.  He immediately replied, sounding as
mad and stern as possible "Bethany stop kidding around, this is
serious.  You turn on the power this instant or I will have to give
you another spanking."  Since he now possessed Bethany's high soprano
he only succeeded in sounding silly.

     Bethany looked down at him again, but this time she was smiling
an evil grin.  He didn't like the way his former body looked with that
expression.  She said, "no you will not spank me, or ever hurt me
again!  I am the Daddy now, and you are the little girl."

     The significance of what his daughter had just said hit him like
a ton of bricks.  As he struggled to recover, and figure out just how
to get her to help him, she put her hands on her hips and said in a
very stern voice "Bethany, what are you doing down here in the
basement? Have'ntt your mother and I told you a million times to stay
out of the basement?"

     It was obvious that she was mimicing his manner of speaking, and
tone of voice.  Being around him for an entire year gave her enough
exposure to be able to imitate him.  He didn't know what to say.  He
didn't want to play this game.

     She then yelled at the top of her lungs "WELL JUST DON'T STAND
THERE, ANSWER ME YOUNG LADY!!!!"

     Randall now realized that he was in terrible danger.  Bethany's
statements and current tone of voice (coupled with the alcohol he knew
was in her system) told him that she fully intended to pay him back
for the earlier spanking.  He turned to try and run away, but was too
slow.  She grabbed him by the arm and stopped him in his tracks.  She
squeezed so hard with her new-found muscles that it hurt
him.....severely.  Bethany picked him up with one arm, holding him
tight to his former body.  At the same time, she flipped off the
overhead light switch and started to walk up the cellar steps into the
house.  As she climbed the steps into the light, she spoke in a less
stern voice.

     "You have been a very bad little girl.  You haven't listened to a
word that I've said.  I'm very sorry Honey but I'm going to have to
punish you."

     Bethany carried him into the kitchen and closed and locked the
cellar door.  She sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and laid
Randall across her knees, face down.  Just then he felt the buckles to
the overalls being unbuttoned.  Big hands pulled the back of the
overalls down exposing a still tender rear end.  Finally those big
hands, which used to belong to him pulled down the underwear he was
now wearing, exposing the bare skin of his bottom. He knew what was
going to happen next.  He tried to struggle, but the strength of
Bethany's new body held him firmly in place.  He cried out meekly,
"Please I'm begging you don't"

     Bethany responded right before the first stroke, "This is going
to hurt you more than it does me."  A twist of a phrase he had often
used.

     SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

     By the time Bethany finished, Randall hurt like hell and was
crying uncontrollably.  He was humiliated beyond belief.  His daughter
was treating him just like the little girl he now resembled.  Bethany
pulled up his underwear and the back of the overalls.  She then
rebuckled the buckles of the overalls for him.  After that was done
she stood him up upon her lap so that they could look eye to eye.
Randall was still sobbing from the spanking.  Suddenly, she pulled him
toward her chest and gave him a tender hug.  She then pulled him away
so that they were again looking eye to eye.  She said in a nurturing,
caring voice, "I'm sorry about that baby, but you needed to be
punished.  Now are you going to be a good girl from now on Bethany?"

     In between sobs, Randall said weakly, "But I'm not Bethany, you
are."

     Bethany said again in a stern voice, her anger rising, "Now young
lady I've had about enough of this stupid pretend game of yours.  Do
you want another spanking?"

     Randall paused before answering, he knew his next response was
critical.  He knew what he had to say to save himself from any further
harm.  Finally, after a long pause he said in as demure a voice as he
could muster "No Daddy."

     "That's better," replied Bethany.  "Now, who am I?"

     "You're my Daddy," he answered.

     "And who are you?"

     "I'm Bethany Smith."

     "Very, very good. Now Bethany I want you to go in to the living
room, and sit on the couch.  You are not to move until I say so.  Is
that clear?"

     The only thing that Randall could do is to play along with this
until his daughter grew tired of it.  Therefore, he said "Yes Daddy."
He didn't want to anger her any further, considering the things he'd
done to her in the past few weeks. He could'nt stand that.

     Bethany picked up Randall and sat him on his feet on the floor.
Again he noticed how large everything was compared to his current
stature.  He shuffled off to the living room and crawled up on the
couch.  As he sat down, he noted how sore his tiny ass was.  Randall
sat there for sometime in silence.  He had no idea what his daughter
was doing in his body.  His mind was churning with ideas to get out of
his current prediciment.

     Bethany entered the living room..  She was carrying a lighted
cigarette and a glass of vodka just like she had seen Randall do.  She
sat in the chair opposite the couch.  Randall watched her warily,
careful not to do something to make matters worse.  She experimentally
tried to take a puff of the cigarette, and coughed violently.  Randall
did his best to supress a smile.  Bethany tried another drag, and
coughed a little less.  She was starting to get the hang of it.  She
took another hit, and this time didn't cough at all.  She was now
smoking just like Randall had.  She repeated the process with the
vodka.  Small sips at first, until she got used to it, then bigger
swallows.  As Randall sat across from her, Bethany was imitating his
smoking and drinking perfectly!  She finished what she had, and then
got another cigarette and drink.

     After several cigarettes and drinks, Bethany grew tired of these
vices.  He saw her get up, and look around the room. There was nothing
there to interest her.  Finally she looked at Randall and spoke in a
slurred voice.  She was plastered.  "Now be a good girl and stay on
the couch.  I'll be right back."

     Bethany stumbled over to the steps upstairs, and began to climb
them.  Soon she was completely out of sight.  This was Randall's
chance.  He figured if he could get his wife on the phone, he could
get her to rush home, and save him.  Carefully he crawled down of the
couch and crept over to the phone.  He picked up the receiver and
dialed his wife's office from memory.  Her secretary, Mary, an older
lady answered the phone.  "Dr. Smith's office.  May I help you?"

     "Diana please," Randall said in his little girl's voice.

     "Who is this?" Mary asked suspiciously.

     "Tell her it's her husband Randall"

     "Is this some kind of joke missy?  Does your mother know that
you're making crank calls?  Well it's not funny.  I suggest you not
call back or I'll call the police and have them trace you.  This is a
crime you know."  With that there was the "click" of a phone hanging
up, and the sound of a dial tone.

     Randall hung up the phone receiver and thought to himself " Damn!
She thought I was a little kid making a crank call.  That won't work."
He turned to go back to the couch and think of something else when he
saw his former body standing there watching him.  Not only that ,but
that body had on no pants and no underwear.  Bethany was stark naked
from the waist down.  He noticed in her hand was an opened
pornographic magazine.  She must have found his porn collection.  What
really disturbed him was the fact that she had a huge hard on. Looking
at all of this instantly convinced Randall that she had been exploring
her new anatomy by masturbating.  She was responding to drunken
biological urges.  This was not good.

     Bethany was on him in an instant.  She picked him up by the arms
and began to shake him

     "Did'nt I tell you to stay on the couch?  Did'nt I tell you to be
a good girl?  I guess you want another spanking"

     "No Daddy. No." He heard himself say.  However it was no use.
Before he knew it she had dropped the magazine, and he was laid out
across her knees with his bare ass exposed.  This time though he was
laid across his bare lap.  He could feel his former cock against his
stomach.

     SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

     Not as much this time, although it still hurt like a bitch.
Randall was still crying.  In the midst of his crying he felt a new
sensation.  Bethany's big hand was now caressing his rearend very
lovingly.  He twisted his head up and around to look at her. She was
alternating her gaze to something on the floor and then to the area of
his inflammed ass.  Randall followed her gaze to the floor, and there
saw the porn magazine open to a pictoral.  The picture was a large
breasted woman with her ass exposed.  The angle also exposed her
genitals.  All of a sudden he felt something in his stomach area begin
to grow and get hard.  He knew that Bethany was getting an erection.

     Randall panicked and tried to get up to run away.  He was
instantly pinned down by another large hand.  The palm of the other
hand continued to stroke and caress his behind.  Then suddenly he felt
her big finger touch his new genitals.  Randall started to cry harder.

     "Please no." He said, barely audible.

     No sooner did he say that than he felt a finger enter him.  There
was nothing Randall could do.  Bethany was doing to him what he had
done to her.  She began to move her fingers in and out, in and out of
Randall's juvenile pussy.  Although his new plumbing was still
underdeveloped, it started to feel good.  Real good.  The only thing
that went through his mind was "Must stop.  Must find a way to stop."
Randall tried to close his legs to prevent acsess.  Bethany
immediately and forcefully pried his legs apart.  He stopped
struggling and started to move his new small hips in rhythym with
herfinger.  "No." He said to himself.  "This is wrong.  Oh god please
help me!!"

     However many times it has been said that God was a spirit of
justice. An eye for an eye........and all of that.

     Bethany stopped what she was doing and set Randall up on his
feet.  She commanded. "Take off all of your clothes Bethany"

     This was too much for poor Randall.  There he was in his
daughter's body being called his daughter's name, and being treated
like he had treated her.  His mind snapped and suddenly he flashed
back to when he was but a small child of the same age, being abused by
his father.  When he spoke he spoke with the manner and inflection of
a 6-year old child.  "I'm sorry Daddy, I'll be good.  Please don't
touch me Daddy, oh Please."

     This reaction pleased Bethany greatly.  She was happy to see that
her father was now playing along with her game and imitating her.
This would be fun!!  She smirked a satisfied little smirk, pulled back
her right hand and backhanded Randall across his face.  Her face.
This sent Randall reeling and flying across the room.

     "I TOLD YOU TO TAKE OFF YOU CLOTHES.  DO IT NOW BEFORE I HAVE TO
HURT YOU!!!"

     Randall was trapped.  There was nothing he could do.  He had to
do as she said or his very life could be in danger.  He couldn't
survive very many blows like the one he just received.  Slowly,
Randall began to remove all of the clothes that Bethany had put on
this body that morning.  Randall could feel a welt or a bruise begin
to raise on his cheek.  Shortly, he stood before his former body
totally naked in a little girl's body.  While he was disrobing,
Bethany had taken off the rest of her clothes.

     "Now come here." She demanded.  She resumed her sitting position
on the kitchen chair.

     Randall did as she demanded, cautiously coming over to where she
was seated.

     Bethany then repeated a phrase she had heard him say not long
ago.  "I want you to lick my cock."

     Bethany was intent in playing this role-playing game out to the
end.  However, Randall hestitated.  She put her big adult hand behind
his head, and forced his face down into her crotch.  Fearful for his
safety, Randall began to lick the engorged sexual organ that not long
ago he had possessed.  He tried to think of it as a lollipop so that
he wouldn't gag or get sick.  However, he could still smell the musky
odor of his former groin, and taste the salt of the skin.  In order to
save himself he was vigorously licking the length of the dick up and
down.

     Bethany caressed the back of Randall"s head and repeated another
phrase that she had heard her father use in a similar situation. " Oh
Bethany, sweet Bethany."  She was genuinely enjoying the feeling she
was receiving from her groin.

     After a few minute of this activity, Bethany made her next order.
"Now I want you to take my cock in both of your hands and stroke it."

     This time Randall did not fight.  He was accutely aware of what
would happen if he did.  He placed one diminutive hand on the stiff
rod.  It was so thick to his current anatomy that one hand only went
halfway around it.  He placed the other hand on the other side of the
organ.  Even then his two hands would not meet.  With both hands
working in unison Randall began tostroke the length of the penis up
and down.  Since his little arms lacked any muscles he quickly tired.
He kept it up anyway despite the pain.  The sooner he got this over
with the sooner he would be out of danger.

     The stroking was still not enough for Bethany, although she was
starting to emit very low, very masculine moans.  She was caught up in
very manly urges now that could only end one way.  She said in between
the moans "YESSSS, that's it sweetheart.  Now put the end in your
mouth!"

     Randall had no choice but to do as he was told.  He streched his
jaw and mouth as far as it would go and put the head of his former
cock into his mouth.  His new mouth was so small that the only thing
that would go in was the head.  The touch of his soft wet mouth on the
cock caused Bethany to moan even more.  Randall continued to works his
hands.  At the same time he bobbed his head up and down on the head of
the dick as much as he could without gagging.  He felt the huge cock
get even stiffer in his hands.  Then all of a sudden it began to jerk
and spasm erratically.  He felt hot salty liquid spurt in to his mouth
and he tried to pull away.  Bethany's hand was instantly at the back
of his head, grabbing a handful of hair preventing him from doing so.
Randall had to swallow as much of the cum as possible to prevent from
being suffocated.  It wasn't enough.  Sperm shot all over his face,
and Bethany's bare, hairy legs.

     Randall felt the erection begin to fade in his mouth.  It dawned
on him that he had just given a man a blow-job.  He felt Bethany's
hand at the back of his head loosen up.  He took this as a sign, and
took his mouth off of the faltering organ.  He started to back away.
As he did, Bethany gragged his arm and said, "Not so fast Bethany, you
aren't done yet.  Clean me up."

     Randall knew she didn't mean a rag!  He obediently went over to
his formal male body and licked the errant cum off of her big hairy
legs much like a kitten lapping up milk.  Anticipating her next demand
, he wiped the rest of the sperm off of his face with his hand, and
then licked it off of his hand.

     "Such a good little girl.  You can put your clothes back on now."

     Both Bethany and Randall both put there clothes back on.  After
they did so Bethany stated, "Bethany, I want you to go back into the
living room and sit on the couch."

     This time Randall fully intended to obey her orders so he didn't
have a repeat of what just happened, or worse.  However, he needed to
get the awful taste out of his mouth before he got sick.  It was
making him ill just thinking about what he just did.  As innocently as
possible he asked in his best little girl tone, "can I have a drink
first Daddy?"

     Bethany was thrilled that her father was still playing this fun
game with her.  She responded in her best paternal tone, "of course
you can Honey."

     She proceeded to get her psuedo-daughter a drink of juice.
Randall had to grasp the glass with both hands.  He gulped down the
contents quickly, and handed the glass up to his psuedo-father.  The
taste of the juice helped quite a bit.  Bethany took the glass,
placing it in the sink, and said to Randall, "now get on into the
couch."

     Randall went into the living room and crawled up onto the end of
the couch.  He sat there quietly, careful not to to anger his daughter
further.  As he sat there, he had a chance to mentally survey the
strange sensations Bethany's body was giving him.  Of course his ass
still stung from the multiple spankings.  The bruise on his cheek from
the backhand was a dull ache. He noticed the eye above the cheek was
partially swollen.  Aside from that, he marvelled at the smallness of
his current self.  He was amazed at the sensation of no penis between
his legs, the feel of very long hair in his eyes, and down his back.

     By and by Bethany came back into the living room.  She yawned,
tired by their activity.  She told Randall that she was going to take
a nap.  However, she placed one of the couch cushions on his lap,
stretched out on the couch, and laid her head upon that cushion on his
lap.  Just before fading off to sleep she explained, "this will make
sure you will be a good girl while I'm asleep.  If you move, or try to
get up I will feel it and you will be in big trouble.  Do you
understand me Bethany?"

     "Yes Daddy," was all Randall could say.

     Bethany drifted quickly off to sleep.  He was, however, trapped.
So he just sat there for the next couple of hours and contemplated his
current fate.  He realized how horrible the things were that he had
done to his duaghter. He resolved that if he could just get out of
this jam and into his right body, things would be different.  He would
make things better!

     A couple of hours passed without event.  Randall even dozed off
himself.  The silence was broken by the sound of a doorknob turning at
the front door.  The door opened, and Diana walked into the foyer
adjoining the living room.  Randall turned to face her, and
instinctively smiled.  His savior had arrived.  The tormentor in his
body could no longer hurt him.  He got up from where he was sitting,
and ran to her.  He didn't care whether it awoke Bethany or not.

     Randall ran up to his wife, and hugged her leg.  Even though
Diana was only 4'11" she still towered over him in his daughter's
body.  He looked in the living room.  Bethany was starting to stir.
Diana, at the same time , looked down at her daughter and saw the
substantial bruise on her cheek and swollen eye.

     "Oh my God."  She said.  "This has gone on too long!  Bethany go
up stairs and get some clothes for tommorrow.  Were leaving this place
for good."

     "What mommy?" came the answer from the living room in Randall's
masculine voice.

     Diana looked confused.  Randall looked up at his wife and said in
Bethany's soft voice, "Diana wait.  This is not what it appears to
be."

     Now Diana looked even more confused.  She replied, "since when do
you call me Diana young lady?"

     "That's just it Diana.  I may look like Bethany, and sound like
Bethany, but I am not Bethany.  I am your husband Randall!"

     By that time, Bethany had shaken of her sleep, and had joined
them in the foyer.  As Bethany approached, Randall moved around and
behind Diana for protection, so that she was between him and his
former body.  Bethany looked down at them both from her height of 6'2"
and said, "its true Mommy.  I am Bethany, your daughter, and that is
Daddy."

     "But how could that possibly happen?  Such a thing isn't
possible."

     It was Randall who spoke in that impossibly high soprano.  As he
spoke the intelligence of what he told her convinced her that he was
telling the truth.  He recounted the story of the actual transfer, but
left out the details of led up to th transfer.  Bethany quickly
provided the details of the events leading up to the accident.  Diana
looked at her husband currently imprisoned within their daughter's
body with a mean and disgusted look on her face and remarked, "well I
guess that would explain the swollen eye and bruises."

     "Not exactly......."  began Randall.  He then explained, in
graphic detail what Bethany did to him after the transfer.  While he
did so, Bethany simply smiled with a satisfied look upon her face.

     After he was through with his tale, Bethany looked at Diana and
said, "it was a fun game Mommy.  I got to be Daddy, and he got to be
me."

     The expression on Diana's face also changed to one of amusement.
She added, "sounds to me like you got exactly what you deserved
Randall. Or should I say Bethany?  How does it feel with the shoe on
the other foot?"

     "Horrible," stated Randall.  "I know what I did was bad.  It was
wrong.  I'm sorry I hurt Bethany and you.  I need help.  But I promise
that I'll never ever do it again.  All I need is a second chance, and
I'll do whatever I can to make things right again."

     There was complete silence as everyone absorbed what he just
said.  Finally he broke the silence by asking Diana, just how could
this have happened?"

     Diana motioned them both into the living room, and gestured for
them to sit.  Obviously this explanation would take time.  She
started.  " Before I went back to work, I was working on a process
that I had hoped would revolutionize the fields of Psychology and
Education.  There were applications to other fields.  The design of
the machinee was to map precisely someone's brain.  In that way you
can isolate specific memmories or knowledge.  Just think of it.
Instead of going off to school you can simply copy the body of
knowledge from one person's brain, and download it into another.  You
can save all of that school time spent elsewhere.  In psychology, if a
person has bad memories that is preventing them from becoming all they
can be, all you have to do is erase that bad memory or experience, and
the problem is corrected.  My only concern is that if it fell into the
wrong hands the implications could be frightening.  Tailor made
people.  That's why I didn't finish it, and never told anyone.  I
planned to use it on you Randall, to erase the bad memories of how
your father abused you.  I know that it was painful for you, and was
always concerned that the cycle would repeat itself with our daughter.
It turns out that I was right.  It was never intended or designed to
transfer complete consiousness from one body to another.  From how you
described it, it sounds like a massive power surge.  Theoretically a
power surge would magnify the effect a hundred-fold, and transfer
consiousnes."

     Randall asked, "Well that's all fine and good, but the only
question now is whether you can repeat the process, and get us back to
our proper bodies?"

     "Now that I know that it can be done, it shouldn't take me very
long to modify the machines and get you back."

     Bethany, who had been quiet the entire time spoke out, and
shocked both her mother and father.  "I don't want to.  I like being
the Daddy, and I want HER to stay as the little girl.  I won't
co-opetrate.  I'll run away if I have to."  It was the first time that
Bethany had referred to Randall as a HER!

     Both Randall and Diana were suprised.  Randall started to say
something but was stopped by his wife.  "Darling give me a few minutes
alone to talk to her.  I think I can clear this up."

     Randall agreed to do so and got up and went into the kitchen.
From the kitchen he heard Diana's voice and his own voice talking.  He
could not hear what they were talking about.  Finally after a few
minutes they both walked into the kitchen.  Diana informed Randall,
"Its okay.  I've talked some sense into our daughter.  She'll
co-operate now."

     Randall looked at his own body which added, "That's right Daddy.
Mommy is going to make things perfect."  Randall didn't know if he
liked the sound of that.  Anything was better than this!

     It took Diana about an hour to reconfigure the machines.  Twenty
minutes after that, Randall and Bethany were each laying on a
side-by-side platform where the original accident occured.  Both had a
helmet on with the leads and wires leading into the machine.  Diana
told them both, "the first part of the process will take a few
minutes.  The computer will map each of your brains.  After they are
mapped I'll initiate a controlled surge.  I hope that will set
everthing right."

     Randall looked toward his wife and asked, "Is this going to
work?"

     "It should.  After it is over, every thing should be perfect."

     So they layed there in silence for another ten minutes.  Dianna
came around the corner and told them that step 1 was complete.  Their
brains were completely mapped down to the last detail.  She had
initiated step two, the surge.  Behind her voice, they heard a
countdown.  Diana told them to get ready, and then disappered behind
protective screening.  The countdown continued.

     "THREE........TWO.........ONE...........ZERO!

     Randall felt the familiar power rush through Bethany's body.
Blackness rushed in all around him, as unconsiousness once again
claimed him.

     He was returned to consiousness by the sensation of someone
removing the the helmet from his head.  Randall's vision cleared, and
he saw his own body standing on one side of the platform, and Diana's
form on the other side.  If his body was standing by the platform,
then who was he?  He looked down and saw that he was still inside the
body of his daughter, Bethany.

     "It didn't work," he said dejectedly.

     "Oh but it did Bethany," replied Diana.

     " Bethany?!? But I'm Randall, your husband."

     "Not anymore.  Now and forever you are Bethany Smith.  She wanted
to remain the Daddy, and my Husband, so I agreed to let her.  Isn't
that right Darling?"  The pet name Diana used to call him.

     "That's right Baby," he said.  They leaned toward each other over
the platform and kissed each other on the lips.  An open mouthed kiss
right in front of Randall!  As they kissed his former body reached
over and fondled Diana's breast in an overtly sexual manner.

            That prompted Diana to break the kiss and said, "Randall
not in front of our daughter."

     She looked at Randall in his new body, and explained, "you see
because of what you did to Bethany, she didn't ever want to be small
and vulnerable where she could be hurt again.  You wanted a second
chance.  The problem is knowing what you did to Bethany, I could never
give you a second chance in that way.  I could never allow you back
into my bed.  The only solution was to leave you as you are.  That way
she doesn't have to be small and vunerable, and you have a second
chance.  A total second chance at life as our 6-year old daughter
Bethany.  Get used to that name because that is now YOUR name."

     "Then what did you do to us?" Bethany (the new Bethany asked)
with her eyes filling with tears and her voice quavering.

     "Why I used it for its intended design.  You see I switched
various knowledges between you and your father so that it would make
it easier to pass as Randall Smith.  For instance, I transferred all
of the knowledge you learned in elementery school on up to HIM, along
with the general knowledge it takes to get through day-to-day life
like driving, writing a check and what not."

     "Its not true!"  Bethany said in horror.

     "It is.  You won't be needing that knowledge as a six year old
girl.  Oh you'll remember who you were, and all of the things you did
in your past life, you just no longer have the knowledge to go with
it.  For instance, who was Henry Wadsworth Longfellow?"

     Bethany tried to think, "I-I-I don't know......."

     "I know," said the brand new Randall Smith.

     "Randall, you show off!" said Diana lookong over at HIM.

     Looking back at her daughter she asked, "How do you write a
check?"

     Again Bethany responded, "I don't know."

     "But I have given you some useful knowledge to replace it such as
all the different types of Barbie Dolls, how to match up your clothes,
and how to untangle your hair.  All of the things a little girl would
need to know to survive."

     Now the tears were flowing freely down Bethany's cheeks.

     Diana sympathized with her daughter's plight.  "Don't cry.
You'll be a lot happier this way.  I've also removed all of the things
your last dad did to you.  All gone.  Now you can laugh and play and
have the childhood you never had. You're just a very pretty little
girl now that's all.  That's not so bad is it?"

     Bethany was now resigned to HER fate.  SHE sighed and answered,
"I guess not Mommy."

      Now that's a good girl.  Now go give your Dad a hug and a kiss,
and tell him that you love him."

     Bethany stood up on the platform and approached HER new dad.
They were now eye to eye.  SHE hestitated for a second and then smiled
sweetly and said, "I love you Daddy."  SHE gave HIM a kiss on the
cheek and threw her little arms tight around HIS neck and hugged HIM.
Tears rolled freely down HER cheeks.

     "I love you to Pumpkin," HE said as HE kissed HER on the cheek.

     Diana lifted her daughter down to the floor and told her "now you
go upstairs to your room and play with your dolls.  I'm going to
destroy this equipment so this type of accident happens again.  Then
you, me and your dad are going out for to dinner to celebrate."

     "Okay mommy," said Bethany as SHE ran up the steps to HER
bedroom.

     As she began to disable the equipment permenantly, Diana thought
that neither her new daughter, nor her new husband needed to know that
she had also tranferred Randall's urge for pedophelia into Bethany.
They would both find out soon enough.  After all, justice was justice.