9 - Fiona
“Um, Emily? I really don't know about this. I don't think Daddy would like it.”
This isn't entirely accurate. I'm sure Daddy would love if he saw me wearing this. For just us. Or maybe if I was with him and the two of us were going on a date? That would be really fun! And then everyone would see me with Daddy and they'd know I was his, because this is the kind of dress that makes men like Daddy turn into cavemen that are super protective and possessive.
I've never worn a dress like this around him before, so I'm just kind of guessing at the moment, but... just saying, I'm pretty sure I know what I'm talking about when it comes to how Daddy will feel about this dress.
“Oh, pft!” Emily says, dismissive. “That dress is amazing. You look hot, Fiona. What Daddy doesn't know won't hurt him, and it's not like we're doing anything, you know? We're just going to a party and then we'll change after we leave. He'll never know.”
“I guess...” I say, but I don't. I don't guess!
“Anyways, you have to wear it,” Emily adds. “We match! This'll be so much fun.”
I awkwardly shuffle out of the dressing room at Emily's urging and we stand in front of a huge wall mirror. To be fair, I do look pretty hot. Emily also looks hot. We're both hot, which is... it's different and fun and I've never really worn anything like this before, but that's also why I'm so worried.
I really doubt Daddy expects us to go to the party like this. If I had to guess, he thinks we'll be wearing a cute pair of jeans and maybe a nice, modest sweater. The sweater can have a little bit of a v-neck to show, like... the tiniest amount of cleavage. Just a super tiny small little bit, but that's it! It's February so it's sort of cold out and honestly I like wearing warm clothes because the cold is too cold for me.
This is also why I think I will really like soaking in the hot tub with Daddy. I know it's not a real hot tub, but it'll be nice and cozy and warm and we'll be naked and he can make me even warmer, and...
Please, Daddy!
My mind wanders to the moment before he's about to make me cum in my imaginary setting of us soaking in the hot tub in our super fancy room together. And we're going to do that! We'll do it for real. I'll be such a good girl and Daddy will be so nice to me, and it'll basically be amazing.
Except maybe not if I go to the party in this dress. Ugh!
“Let's spin around,” Emily says, kind of spinning me before she even finishes talking.
I look over my shoulder at the mirror, and Emily does, too.
“Aw yeah, that's what I'm talking about!” she says, giddy. “Fiona, this is amazing.”
“What is?” I ask.
“Look at our butts, girl,” Emily says, all sassy and confident.
I look, and... yup, our butts are amazing. What the heck! I'm sorry, Daddy! I'm so so sorry I have an amazing butt right now!
One time, or, um... alright, so it was a lot of times but this was the first time! Anyways, one time I borrowed Emily's yoga pants. She's a little smaller than me, but her clothes still mostly fit me. These are yoga pants, though, so they're extra tight, and what happens when you wear extra tight clothes that are already supposed to be tight is, well... it really shows off everything. And I literally mean everything.
Which was kind of fine, because we were just doing yoga at home with Grey. Who I had a crush on. And he was behind me the entire time, getting a perfect view of my ass and everything in between. This was before Daddy had seen me without any of my clothes on at all, which was exhilarating and exciting and...
That's a different story, but the point is that this dress really isn't any better. It's not yoga pants, so I'm not showing off everything and then some, but the fabric follows my curves perfectly until it drops off around the middle of my thigh. Basically this dress is perfect for swaying my hips side to side and making men stupid as they watch my butt bounce while they fall under my spell.
But I don't want them to fall under my spell! I want Daddy to, but he already has, except I kind of want him to do it again and again? I have a lot of spells, some I probably don't even know about yet, and I want Daddy to fall under all of them.
And, you know, besides our now perfect butts, these dresses just aren't very good. These are not the kind of dresses that a good girl wears.
They're simple, so at least there's that. Emily picked out two matching tube dresses for the both of us; her with red to be naughty, and me with a white one because I'm nice. Except, you know, our butts are just showing everything off, and there's no straps so our cleavage isn't exactly hidden away, either. The dresses cling to our hips, shaping us into as close to an hourglass figure as anyone will ever get.
“We need shoes!” Emily says, excitedly running away from the changing room.
“Emily!” I yell after her, because seriously these aren't the kinds of dresses you should run around in. Boobs are just going to fall out and end up all over the place, and...
It's like an old slow motion beach scene on a TV show where the girl in a bathing suit runs on the beach, everything bouncing all over the place, except instead of captivating viewers I'm pretty sure Daddy's going to kill us. I'm not running, Daddy! I'm being good! I'm being as good as I can be, at least. I grab our clothes and purses from the changing room and slowly waddle over to Emily and the shoes. I go slow, no bouncing whatsoever. I mean, there's probably a little bouncing, but I'm trying really hard not to bounce.
I'm Daddy's good girl, dammit! Ugh!
“What if we swap colors for our shoes?” Emily suggests, holding out a red pair of “fuck me” platform pumps.
I dump all of our clothes and stuff onto a bench and daintily accept the shoes, just kind of staring at them. Because, yup, I really don't think this is a good idea. These are the kind of heels I would wear if I just wanted Daddy to look at me and fuck my brains out immediately without even thinking about it.
I feel like this is saying a lot, because seriously Daddy's very good with being patient and having will power. If a pair of shoes can make him go crazy, everyone else is going to go insane.
“Emily, I--” I start to say, but she's already trying her pair of white platform pumps.
Her in a red dress with white pumps, and me in a white dress with red pumps. If this isn't the worst idea ever, I don't know what is.
“We're so fucking hot,” Emily says, strutting her stuff.
I mean, it's true... I didn't think my butt could look any better, but these shoes are doing some sort of curvy magic or something. Who knew doing yoga and wearing a form-fitting tube dress and the right kind of shoes could make your legs look like something out of a porno?
These legs are for Daddy only, though! Dammit, Emily!
“Yeah, we definitely can't let Daddy find out about this,” she says.
“Maybe we should get--”
She cuts me off before I can suggest we get something else. Dragging me back to the dressing room, Emily takes her regular clothes and purse and hurries inside to change. I just kind of stand there, legs wobbling like I'm some sort of baby deer or I don't know.
Before I head into the changing room to get back to normal, I spot a guy who works here staring at my butt. He doesn't even try to hide it, but he's also walking around and trying to pretend like he's working. Before I can say anything, he walks face first into a column rising up near the entrance to the changing area.
See, Emily? Do you see this? This is why we shouldn't wear dresses and shoes like this! I'm not even making this up. It's dangerous. Someone's going to get hurt.
Also, Daddy's going to kill us. My butt's going to be so red once he's done with me. I don't even want to know what kind of punishment he comes up with after that. I don't think spanking will be enough for this one.
I'm sorry, Daddy!