Great Shift - Animated GIF - I'm Not Your Daughter

I've been kicking around an idea for this caption for a bit, then Marauder requested a "shift victim held captive by family" caption, so I combined them! Hope you enjoy!

Brock heard the snoring, but he waited...patiently...for several more minutes to make sure this girl's father was really "out". Carefully standing up, he hopped, quietly as he could, toward the window. He had tried the door in his last escape attempt, but couldn't reach the chain latch on the upper half of the door with his hands so bound. He looked out the window at the rain pouring down...plus, it was probably a good eight feet to the ground. She gripped the base of the window with her fingers and tried to lift, but it was locked in place. Suddenly, the "dad" let out a loud snore and groan...then repositioned himself on the couch without waking up. Still, Brock knew he had to think of something, fast...

Brock was working his coffee shop job on a day like any other. Usual customers, usual orders, usual conversations with his coworkers...then, everything went dark. A moment later, he found himself in an unfamiliar house...in the body of a young woman.  There were, of course, feelings of panic and even a little bit of curiosity, but Brock kept a cool head and decided to check out the rest of the house. No one seemed to be home, so he went to leave...maybe he could figure out where he was and get back to his body, or at least to his own home. Instead, as he went to open the door, a middle-aged man burst through.

"Jamie!? Oh thank god," he said as he gently pushed her back inside and then triple locked the door behind him. "I was just up the street on my way to work and then suddenly I was in Phil from next door's body! I thought about going to check on my body in my truck, but wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Look man, I don't know what happened, but I'm not...this girl, this 'Jamie'..." Brock began to explain. "I'm a guy named Brock, and I need to go so I can...

"No chance!" the man cut him off abruptly. "That's my Jamie's body...my little girl...and you and it are staying right here where I can keep an eye on it for when she comes back."

Brock looked at the large man standing between him and the door. He still wanted to get out, but at least if his current body was this guy's daughter, he wouldn't do anything to harm it, right? So he played along. He watched as the man locked every door and window in the house. He went into his bedroom...then returned carrying a shotgun. "Can't be too careful," he explained.

As day turned to night, "Dad" asked Brock to cook some food. Brock had never cooked anything...but he at least managed to heat up some hot dogs that were in the fridge. 

"Thought you had given up meat, heh," dad joked.

"Maybe 'Jamie' did, but I eat it," Brock explained. Dad just stared him down for a long moment. Brock realized that he didn't seem to like being reminded that it wasn't his daughter in his daughter's body.

While Brock cleaned up from dinner, he saw dad enter the bathroom. This was his chance... He snuck over to the door, unlocked the three different locks, and slipped outside. Boobs bouncing, wearing only socks, long hair trailing behind, he took off up the street toward what looked like a main road. It was eerily quiet and quite chilly out. Holding his exposed arms for warmth, he checked all of the street signs, but didn't recognize any of them. Thinking about it, it wouldn't be this cold out in his town at this time of year, either. However he swapped bodies, it must have sent him at least a couple hundred miles north.

"Hey there..." a male voice called from behind him. Brock turned to see a man approaching, his eyes going up and down his new body, checking it out. "Dangerous to be out here alone." 

"Leave me alone, I just want to get home," Brock countered. He stood up tall...only to realize it wasn't exactly intimidating in his current body.

"Feisty, I like it," the man replied, still approaching. Brock took a step back, but could go no further as he pressed into the pole of a street light. The man opened his jacket to reveal a large knife. "Come back to my place with me...I'll keep you safe...and warm...heh heh..."

"GET AWAY FROM YOU HER YOU FUCKER!" the girl's dad called out. Brock barely had time to turn his head before a blast from the shotgun nearly took the man's head off. Brock stood trembling as he watched the man's body collapse to the ground. "What were you thinking!?" dad shouted at Brock as he ran up and grabbed his arm. "We need to get back home! Stay locked in!"

"I'm not your daughter!" Brock shouted, pulling his arm away. "Just let me try to get home!" 

"Hmmm..." the dad grumbled. "I didn't want it to come to this, but..." he very quickly raised the butt of his gun and struck Brock in the head. For the second time that day, everything went dark...

 A short time later, Brock awoke back in the dad's house, in Jamie's bed, head aching. He tried to move, but found his wrists and ankles both bound by tape. "No...No!" he began, pulling at the restraints but failing to get free. "Help! HELP!"

"Good, you're awake,"  the dad began as he entered the room. "I was hoping we could get along, but I can't have you taking my daughter's body away. You'll stay right here, I'll take care of you, and..."

"No dude!" Brock countered, shuffling to the opposite side of the bed while still pulling at the tape. "I'm not your daughter! You can't keep me prisoner here!"

"Hmm. We'll see about that..." dad replied. "I'm not going to listen to you talk this way..." He pulled out the roll of tape and moved toward Brock.

 "No, no, c'mon man..." Brock pleaded to no avail. Unable to get away, dad covered his mouth in tape and wrapped it around his head several times. Dad, frustrated, then left the room. Brock heard him move something heavy in front of the door, trapping Brock within. 

After taking a moment to collect himself, Brock began to hop around the room looking for anything that could help. The door was barricaded shut. The window was locked tight. He dug around in Jamie's desk and dresser for something sharp to cut the tape, but couldn't find anything.

Miserable, terrified, and exhausted from the day, he finally laid down on the bed and passed out. Maybe he'd have better luck in the morning...

 He awoke to daylight pouring through the window, as well as a familiar feeling in his body - a full bladder. He hopped to the door, but it was still locked tight. He managed to bang on it with his elbow and, as loudly as he could, let out a muffled shout. "MMMNNGHHHHFFFF!!"

A few seconds later, he heard dad move the heavy object and open the door. "Ah, finally awake, hope you're ready for a better day today," he began.

"Mmngh," Brock groaned into the gag. He motioned downward with his head, trying to signal that he needed to pee. 

"Ah, right, alright," dad responded. Brock hoped that he'd be unbound for this, but dad instead picked him him up, carried him down the hall to the bathroom, and stood him in front of the toilet. "Now, I don't like this any more than you, but you're staying tied up until I can trust you, so..." he explained as he tugged down Brock's pants. 

After a very awkward bathroom visit for multiple reasons, dad carried Brock into the living room and placed him onto the couch. "I'm going to make some breakfast," he began. He continued to talk to Brock as he cooked. "No cell service, no internet. Seems like this hit everyone everywhere. And Phil's body...he must have sleep apnea or something. I slept all night, but feel exhausted. Throat hurts from snoring."

Once breakfast was ready, dad picked up Brock and seat him at the table. Dad ate first, then removed Brock's gag and began to feed him. Brock wanted to resist, but he was starving... "Feeding you just like when you were little, heh," dad joked.

"Please, sir..." Brock finally said after eating about half the plate of food. "I understand you wanting to protect your daughter's body. But I'm not her. It's not alright that you tied me up. Please, just let me..."

"Hmm, I think you've had enough," dad cut in, dropping the fork and placing the tape gag back onto Brock. 

Dad read to Brock from his various magazines to pass time, then hooked up and old DVD player to the TV and played cowboy movies. "Don't want to jinx it, but it's good we haven't lost power," he mused aloud.  While they were watching one, Brock's mind racing trying to come up with ways to escape, he caught dad looking over at him.

"You know...this being Phil's body...it wouldn't be wrong if..." dad seemed to realize the dark path he was starting down on, pausing briefly. "I've always thought you were so beautiful. Since your mom left...and since our bodies aren't blood related... Yeah, I think you'll spend tonight in my bed..." 

Brock had never been more afraid in his life. Luckily, dad didn't act upon those thoughts immediately...and soon fell asleep on the couch...

Still hearing dad snoring behind him, Brock wondered if he could get to another window. Maybe it wouldn't be locked, maybe it would be as high off the ground... But he couldn't risk waking dad up. Not with what dad was planning for that night...

Then, Brock saw a couple of people walking up the street. Two men and two women. He weighed the options...they could want to do even worse things to him, but maybe they'd help him. He hopped a few steps back, then hopped a few steps forward and dove at the window, shoulder-first, as hard as he could muster. He broke through and fell toward the ground...

...hopefully these people would help him... If not, things were about to get far, far worse...