My name is Anson Porter Parkness III. I've been a professor at a fairly decent community college for the last fifteen years after working my way up from the lowly level of being an undergrad teaching assistant to the most bigoted, egotistical piece of sh*t I've ever known.

Thankfully, Prof. Jameson was nice enough to retire the year before I got my masters degrees in Education and Modern & Medieval History.

It took another two years after my dual masters degrees before I was given status as a professor there. To be blunt, it was a lot of hard work, studying half the night after returning from classes, plus grading the classes where I was doing my teacher's assistant work.

I persevered, though, largely because I was a loner, I had been for years. What makes it odd is that I was a "name" in high school, a big, brawny football player with the best yardage three of my four high school years, plus I was on student council as a junior and senior. Even with my being involved in school activities, though, I never got close to anyone, I just couldn't relate to people on more than a very basic level.

My school years were focused on studying, I avoided the partying that some kids thought was the be all and end all of university life.

I'm 42 years old now, divorced several years ago after my wife ran off with a wandering salesman, leaving me to raise a young girl alone. My daughter Susannah, who is 17, is a bit wild, she's taken care of herself for the last five or six years because of how busy I have been.

That was my life until the weirdest thing happened to me seven weeks ago, on the first night of the harvest full moon.

So... seven weeks ago, a full moon night when I went out for a leisurely stroll in the woods a half mile behind the house.

The woods were dim, not truly dark as there was some light filtering in from the sun as it made its way toward the horizon. The paths were visible, partly due to the light from the sun but also because of the layers of bright and colourful leaves scattered on the forest floor.

I'd been walking in the woods for about twenty minutes when I heard a noise, it sounded like someone was nearby.

I stopped walking and listened to see where the noises were originating for a moment, then shrugged and continued walking.

A minute or two later, after hearing the sounds a few more times, I was startled when the person/creature leapt out in front of me. They growled something I couldn't understand, although I did notice the voice was in a rather nice feminine pitch, then moved to block my path.

I tried to edge into the trees by the path to go around whoever it was, but they blocked me again, then leapt on me and bit my shoulder. I was startled for a moment, I actually ended up stumbling into a tree behind me before I threw the creature off me, then punched it in the head.

Just like that, it was over, the person or creature or whatever it was dropped like a stone. I checked for a pulse, found one, strong and steady. I could see what appeared to be the beginnings of a goose egg just about the hairline, they seemed to be fine otherwise.

I shrugged, turned and walked at a faster pace back to the house, where I examined the bite mark on my shoulder. The creature had apparently been trying to get to my neck, either I had stumbled a bit or it had slipped and thus the bite missed its intended mark, or so I assumed.

I spent several minutes treating the bite wound with various ointments, then thought about going to the hospital in town.

Well, I had been thinking about that, but that ended when I looked at the bite as I finished cleaning it and saw the bite mark fading. Within ten minutes, there was no sign of the bite at all, no aches or pains. In fact, I felt better than I had since I was twenty years old, a long time ago.

To say this was weird would be an understatement of a rather serious magnitude. I wandered into the back office, poured a shot of my favourite whisky, a nicely aged Glenlivet, tossed that first shot down like a pro and poured another before I sat down in the old, worn easy chair.

I looked up briefly at the framed copies of the diplomas for both masters degrees, each one displaying my name, Anson Porter Parkness III.

Sighing, I put the bottle on the small table beside the chair and sipped at the second shot, thinking about what had happened.

I sat there for the next three hours thinking about it, drinking that whisky shot by shot, but I couldn't even get mildly buzzed.

Eventually, I gave up on the pondering and headed to the kitchen, where I spotted Susannah making shepherd's pie for our dinner.

I chatted with her for a few minutes, then wandered into the living room to catch the early news.

Dinner was pretty good, I was quiet, still thinking about that bite while Susannah prattled on about school and cheerleading.

After dinner, I headed back into the living room and looked through the DVDs before picking out Armageddon.

I relaxed in my recliner, Susannah plopped herself down on the old leather sofa and we relaxed and enjoyed the movie.

Yeah, the moon had been up in the daytime, it sometimes is, nothing new about that.

I eventually wandered off to my bedroom, where I had another shot or two while relaxing before I decided it was time to sleep.

Interestingly for me, that was a completely dreamless night. That's quite rare, I usually dream once or twice a night.

I woke up at 6:15 AM the next morning, the sun was shining in through my east side window. I've always liked the early morning light.

Like the night before, I still felt amazing in a physical sense, I can't even recall feeling that fit when I was in my teens and early twenties.

I shrugged it off, had a quick shower including cleaning my hair, then dried off and dressed in a pair of jeans and an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt.

I'd bought this house when I was twenty-four after winning half a million in some scratch card ticket. The house is a four bedroom colonial, with a huge living room that has a sunken area in the center, that's where the couch, a love seat and two recliners face the 50" flat screen TV.

There are two office spaces in the house, a mudroom at the back, the kitchen is amazing, twenty feet on a side with superb cupboards or polished and etched red oak, a huge stove with a double oven, fridge, chest freezer, walk-in pantry and a matching red oak island in the middle.

Whoever had this house built loved red oak, each bedroom had a large wardrobe plus a five foot wide twelve drawer dresser, both red oak.

When I found the house, it had been up for sale for over three years. I managed to get it for $200k plus the back taxes. It was a steal.

There were a few other rooms, a parlour, a billiard room, a laundry area and a small room I had soundproofed after I bought the house. The reason for the soundproofing is that this last room was where several music instruments were kept, I'd play one of them now and then.

I was in a bit of an odd mood as I wandered through the house that morning. I was slightly hungry, enough that I figured I should eat before I did anything, so I spent several minutes making some bacon, eggs and a couple of waffles, then scarfed the food down in what seemed like seconds. The waffles would normally have helped to fill my belly, but today I wanted more meat, so several more slices of bacon and half a dozen breakfast sausages were soon on my plate. They disappeared as fast as the earlier serving, that craving for meat settled down.

Once I had finished with the food, I washed the frying pan and wiped the waffle maker, then headed to the music room.

I opened the door and walked in, taking a moment to look at the instrument that were kept in this seldom used room.

A piano stood in the corner farthest from the door, a restored Steinway baby grand I had bought for $35k at an auction fifteen years ago.

After I'd won that lottery, I had invested most of what was left and had watched as my not quite $300k turned into over five million in just under three years. That piano had been the first major purchase I made since I had bought the house itself.

Over the years since that time, I had also bought a Fender Concert acoustic guitar, a Gibson Les Paul electric guitar, and a Gretsch five piece Renown drum set that some fool had decided they no longer needed. I picked it up in a flea market for just $150. Another steal, oh, yeah!

The drum set sits in the other back corner of the room, with a comfortable adjustable seat positioned for maximum effectiveness.

The two guitars have their own stands, located in the central part of the room, separated from each other by several feet.

I moved the padded wooden bench seat from its spot by the Les Paul over to the Fender's stand and picked up the acoustic. It only took a moment to settle the strap around my shoulder and grab a pick from a small bowl on an end table near the guitar stand.

I spent a few minutes tuning the guitar, then lost myself in playing classic rock music from the 60s, 70s and 80s.

There are times when playing music like that helps me to find a sense of equilibrium, this was one of those times.

As I said, I lost myself in the music, flowing from one song to another, from one band to another, for several hours.

Then I found out just how fickle life can be, as everything I knew was flipped end over end in a brief moment.

I was sitting on that stool, strumming the starting bars of Bob Seger's "Old Time Rock And Roll" when I noticed hair tickling my neck.

That startled me enough that I came very close to dropping the guitar. I didn't though, and carefully set it in its stand.

Then I saw something else that shocked me to my core, my skin was changing colour, the cocoa brown slowly fading to pinkish white.

Yeah, I'm a black man, I hadn't told you that yet, had I? My skin colour had made things a bit harder for me, but as I said, I persevered.

I watched the whole process of my skin colour changing, feeling that hair as it continued to grow longer, eventually reaching my new waist.

Oh, boy, now came another level of shock as I saw my chest slowly inflating, from flat to a nice, full C cup in about a five minute span. I could see down to my waist and lap at the beginning, but that didn't last very long, yet I could feel my body reshaping itself. Damn, it felt weird.

Eventually, the changes seemed to end, I stood up and tried to walk, only to trip over the ends of my jeans. I narrowly avoided falling down.

I shook my head, that damn hair whisked across my face, then settled again. I carefully made my way to the door and out of the room. There was a washroom not far down the same hallway, I entered and walked slowly to the mirror over the white and grey marble sink.

Looking in the mirror brought that sense of shock to a whole new level, I found it hard to believe what the mirror was showing me.

The image I could see was that of a young white girl, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, long auburn hair tending to curls, bright green wide set eyes, small, pert nose, rounded chin, high cheeks and a wide, full-lipped mouth in an oval shaped face that glowed with youthful vitality.

Seeing that image in the mirror was just too much to handle, I fainted, crashing into the sink, then the toilet as I fell to the floor.

The noise was enough to bring Susannah to find out what had happened. I imagine it was quite a shock for her to see a pretty white girl there.

Susannah couldn't believe what she was seeing in the bathroom near the back office and den. There was a fairly pretty, no beautiful, teenage white girl lying slumped against the bathtub and the toilet. A quick check led to Susannah assuming that the strange girl had fainted.

She stared at this girl that shouldn't be here for a few minutes, then noticed the girl seemed to be reviving from the apparent fainting spell.

Susannah glared at the girl and growled, "Just who in the heck are you? And how did you get into this house, you little tramp?"

"Ooooo," the new Anson moaned as she reached up and grabbed the back of her head, "That hurts." She remained on the floor rubbing at the back of her head where a small bump was pushing through her auburn locks. "Ummm... I'm your father, Susannah, please help me up."

She held her hand out to Susannah, who placed it in her own and helped the girl to pull herself up from the bathroom floor.

Susannah found that statement extremely difficult to believe, and said so, "You're not my daddy! My daddy is black, you're a white girl!"

Anson turned and looked into that mirror again, once more seeing that beautiful yet utterly foreign face instead of his own.

"Then please explain how I knew your name? Someone who didn't know you wouldn't know it, would they?"

Susannah hissed at him, "I find it hard to believe! If you're my daddy, prove it, tell me something that only he would know."

Anson sighed, shook her head and replied, "A few weeks after your momma died, you rode your bike across a neighbour's gravel driveway. You lost control of your bicycle, ended up wiping out on the gravel and limped into my front office a while later with a badly scraped knee and leg."

Susannah blanched, she remembered that day all too well, she'd been crying up a storm when she limped into the front office.

"Perhaps you are him, but the neighbours knew about that happening, they could have told you that whole story."

"Why would Pat and Jim tell someone they have never seen about something that happened to a child eleven years ago?" Anson asked her. "If that doesn't convince you, I grounded you two months after your twelfth birthday because you were caught trying to have sex with Billie Ann."

This remark caused Susannah's face to turn crimson as she became embarrassed at the memory of her father walking in on her and Billie Ann.

"Okay, I know for sure that the only ones that knew about that were myself, Billie Ann and daddy. I'm sorry, daddy, for doubting you."

Anson chuckled, shaking her head a moment ago had made her feel a bit queasy and that bump was the source of a nasty headache. "Can we please go and relax in the office. I'll tell you just how I ended up like this, although you'll find it even odder than my proving to you who I am. Also, that fall has brought on a real humdinger of a headache, I'm going to need some Tylenol or Ibuprofen, my jaw is quite sore as well."

"That would be because of the bruise you have on your cheek, daddy," Susannah stated, "go sit down and I'll bring everything to the office."

Anson slowly made her way to the back office, she still felt off balance so she held the wall as she walked along, using it as a balance aid. At the door to the office, she let go of the wall, taking three trembling steps before she turned and dropped bonelessly into her favourite easy chair.

Susannah entered the office just after Anson had sat down, carrying a full glass of water and handed Anson two Tylenol® Extra Strength pills.

Anson grimaced, reached up and carefully took the full glass from Susannah's hand, then had the pills dropped into his other hand. He stared at the two pills for a minute or two, then opened his mouth, popped them in and washed them down with a long drink, draining the glass.

"Sit down, Susannah, I would rather not end up with a crick in my neck while I talk with you." He waved to the chairs around the desk.

Susannah smiled briefly, nodded and moved behind the desk, settling herself in the high end executive style office chair.

Susannah looked up at the wall behind the desk where two degrees were framed, the name on both of them was Anson Porter Parkness III.

Anson noticed Susannah was looking at the framed degrees and smiled as Susannah turned to face her once again.

"Okay," Anson began to speak, "You know I went out for a walk in the woods yesterday afternoon?"

Susannah nodded as she replied, "Yes, daddy, and I remember you coming in all in a rush and running into the main bathroom."

"That is correct, "Anson continued, "Well, the reason for that is that I was bitten by a rather odd creature while walking in the woods. It looked vaguely like a human, but even though the voice was female, I couldn't tell for sure whether it was a man or a woman. Whatever it was, the creature jumped on me as I walked along the west path and bit me on the shoulder. I hit it, knocked it out, and found a strong, steady pulse.

"I'm not sure why I did it, but I left the creature there and came back here, running into the bathroom as you said. I spent the next ten or fifteen minutes in there, applying Betadine to the wound, then things became even weirder. You see, that bite wound faded, then vanished."

Susannah had leaned back into the comfort of the office chair as her daddy spoke, but this statement brought her upright rather abruptly.

"Vanished, daddy? That just isn't possible!" she yelped. "Wait... Holy!... The bruise on your cheek, Daddy... it's fading... now it's gone!"

Anson nodded as she once again continued, "I wasn't sure, but I suspected that it might fade. I feel better than I have since I was twenty!"

"Well, daddy," Susannah giggled, "Looking like that, I can't call you Anson, so what would you like me to call you right now?"

Anson joined her with a hearty chuckle, "I think I'll honour your momma, Susannah. You can call me Abigail, that was her middle name."

Susannah smiled, "It would be odd if you ran around as a 16 or 17 year old white girl calling yourself by a 42 year old black man's name."

Susannah and I stayed in the back office for over an hour, chatting about the recent odd events.

Eventually, I sighed, looked down at myself and said, "I need clothing that fits me, I look sooo silly in Anson's clothing!"

Susannah giggled and replied, "You could wear some of my clothes, but they'll be a bit large on you. Better than nothing for now."

I looked over at Susannah relaxing in the executive style office chair, "Comfortable, are you? That happens to be MY seat."

Susannah giggled again, then stood up and waved for me to follow her. "Might as well get you in clothes that semi-fit. Oooooh! Mmmm, I'm going to like this, I get to take you out to a mall and help you to get clothing that fits and looks good on you!" she said with a huge grin.

That grin that she tossed back over her shoulder at me caused my stomach to churn and I stopped for a moment on the stairs.

Susannah realized that I was not directly behind her and looked back, noticing me standing there, holding my stomach.

"What's wrong, Abby? Did I say something bad?" Susannah whined.

"Shop... shopping? I've only been female for an hour or two, and you... you want to go... SHOPPING?" I nearly screamed the last bit.

Susannah looked suitably chastised for a moment, but not for very long, then she grinned and smiled at the half-terrified girl, namely me.

"Weeeell, unless you want to run around in oversized clothes all the time, you'll need to go shopping to get clothes that fit, girl!"

I shuddered, then looked up at Susannah at the top of the stairs and slowly nodded.

A moment later, I whispered, "I suppose I must do this. Why, oh why, did this happen to me?" came out in a shrill whine.

Susannah came down the steps, gently grasped my hand and led me up to the second floor, then down to her bedroom.

As we were walking down the hallway, Susannah glanced at Abigail and noticed that her movements were feminine and natural. She smiled and dragged Abigail into the room, then over to the closet. "Maybe some of my clothes from the last few years will fit you!"

Susannah then rummaged in the back area of the large walk-in closet, eventually reappearing with two battered old suitcases.

She dragged them across the floor, then picked them up one by one and dropped them on the bed, grunting as she lifted the cases.

She smiled gently at me, saying, "We can look in these two suitcases, they're the ones that might be most useful to you."

The next hour passed with me as Abigail trying on item after item of clothing, skirts, blouses, dresses, pants, a few jackets and vests.

Many of the items were a bit too small or tight on me, one or two ripped as I tried them on, which caused me to apologize to Susannah.

"No big deal, Abigail, I haven't worn any of these clothes for a long time, I just never got rid of them," was Susannah's response.

In the end, two pairs of jeans were found that fit, only one long skirt which had an elastic lining, three blouses and one jacket. There had been a few pairs of dress pants in the suitcases, but I had torn one of those when I tried it on and had not bothered with the others.

Susannah smiled, "Either pair of jeans will do for now and the silver blouse with my grade 9 letter jacket for cheerleading. I'm sorry that the only underwear I have is too big for you, but I'm sure it will be better than trying to wear Anson's scratchy boxers with my clothes."

I sighed and nodded as I pulled a pair of hi-cut briefs up my soft, hairless legs, shivering at the strangely pleasant sensations that caused.

"My current bras won't work, and I didn't bother to save my old ones when I outgrew them," Susannah added as I finished dressing.

I blanched at the mention of brassieres while looking down at my rather shapely bust showing through the t-shirt and the nearly sheer blouse. There had been some t-shirts in among the other clothing and I had put on a pale grey one before donning the blouse.

I hadn't really looked at the t-shirt as I pulled it from the case, but I had noticed in a nearby mirror that it had a picture of a silvery unicorn on it when I slipped it on a short while ago. The blouse seemed to be fairly normal, well, until Susannah told me it had cost her over $700.

When I heard that, I found myself swaying as if I were a slender tree in a stiff breeze. Susannah had giggled at me, the darn cow!

While I had been getting dressed, Susannah had pulled out a cell phone and made a few quick phone calls, talking rather quietly.

Eventually, Susannah was satisfied with the clothes, then she looked at my face and sighed. "You need make-up, but mine's no good."

"You already know I have none. I guess that's something else I'll have to get," I sighed as I put on a pair of running shoes. That was the one thing where I seemed to be similar in size to Susannah, perhaps Susannah's feet were a bit longer, but a half size wasn't a big deal.

The off-white bobby sox had felt odd, but they were okay for now, at least I wasn't rubbing bare feet against the shoes' inner edges.

Susannah nodded once I had put the cheerleading letter jacket on, then led the way down the stairs and out of the house.

In the driveway at the front of the house, two cars could be seen. One was a fairly recent Camaro, the other a Toyota 4Runner.

Susannah used a remote to unlock the doors of the 4Runner, then we climbed in and Susannah started the engine.

The moon was quite bright through the scattered patches of drifting clouds. A few minutes later, we were heading into town.

Well, heading into town might not be quite accurate, as we were heading into New York City itself from the wilds of western Connecticut.

We listened to modern pop and soft rock songs which Susannah apparently liked, but I've always preferred rock music from the 70s and 80s.

We pulled up to a shop somewhere in Manhattan. I hadn't been paying attention, the clothes were rather snug and distracting.

Once we were out of the car after pulling in behind the brownstone to park, Susannah locked it and we walked in through the back door. This created a minor fuss when a shop girl saw us, but that ended as soon as the owner appeared, welcoming us into her shop.

We weren't there for very long. I was feeling a bit dazed by the progression of bras in an assortment of styles, then the corsets. At that point, I shook my head and rather firmly said no. With this current body, there was no need, it was already quite curvy enough, thank you!

The sigh of relief coming from my lips as we exited the shop had Susannah giggling as we walked to the 4Runner.

"That's just the first store, Abby," she laughed, "We have a few more to go to, then we'll grab some basic stuff in WallyMart."

I shook my head, sighed and climbed into the vehicle once it had been unlocked, we were off again a few minutes later.

We ended up in two more shops, picking out nice clothing, a process that lasted almost two hours. I was slowly becoming used to seeing that shapely body in mirrors, but it all still felt quite odd to me as I carried two bags of clothes out to the 4Runner from the third store.

We hit the WallyMart with maybe half an hour left before it would close, and Susannah led me through the women's clothing area, then waited as I looked through several racks of t-shirts and sleep shirts before I examined some terrycloth bathrobes and towels.

We also grabbed basic make-up items for now, the shop Susannah wanted to go to for make-up had closed before we left the house.

We made it to the checkout lines just as someone said they were about to shut the doors. After having everything go through the checkout, Susannah flashed a credit card for the fourth time that evening and we walked out of the store with five bags in our hands.

We stopped at an all night cafe to have a cup of coffee and a nibble; we both ended up choosing the chocolate cake, of course!

Wait? You expected mel to have something different? Well, I'm sorry to say this, but even as a man, chocolate is the bomb, so there!

It was nearly 12:30 AM when we arrived back at the house. Susannah led Abigail to one of the extra bedrooms, "This one is yours."

Putting everything away took about twenty minutes, then we wandered down to the living room and watched a chick flick. I can't remember exactly which one it was now, it was a love story and sappy as can be, tears were flying all over the place as we watched it.

We dozed off on the couch after the movie ended. Susannah woke up to use the washroom and saw the moon was about to set.

She had to shake my shoulder a few times before I responded, then Susannah pointed out at the moon.

I took one look out through the window and immediately understood. I stood up and stripped, finishing just in the nick of time.

The moon slipped below the horizon not long after I had finished and the weird transformation process occurred, in reverse this time.

Susannah stood there, staring as the pretty young white girl slowly changed until her big, handsome daddy was there in front of her.

I laughed as I looked down at my daughter, then smiled and said, "That has to be one of the oddest experiences I have ever had."

The two exchanged hugs, then I took the discarded clothes to the bedroom that Abigail would use and set the items on the bed.

From there, I wandered off to my own bed, I really needed to get some sleep, it had been a very long and very unusual night.