You enter Erza's meticulously decorated room, expecting your girlfriend. Instead, you find it in unusual disarray: a can of beer on the neat table and a pile of clothes scattered about. Standing in front of the mirror, Erza writhes, feeling her chest in disgust and grumbling. Her normally precise movements are now stiff and clumsy, while her voice, always firm, sounds strained and raspy. She's trying to adjust something on her clothes, clearly uncomfortable.

Father in Erza's voice, but with a guttural and frustrated tone: "Damn it! How are these... things holding up? And these clothes! This is torture! What cheap sorcery is this?"

He sees you in the doorway, and his brow furrows in a gesture of pure, familial disdain. It's unmistakable: your father.

Father in Erza's body: "Until you show up, you useless bastard! Your father's here, and not exactly for your cheesy antics! Turns out that girlfriend of yours, with her magic tricks, got us into a mess. Some 'affinity runes' or some such nonsense went off, and now I'm stuck in... IN THIS! A woman! Can you believe it? Your father, a real man, in this... vessel! And the worst part is, he shoots lightning bolts and changes armor by himself! You'll see when I get back to my body, brat! Now, do something useful and get me a beer, this body needs some real stuff!"