On my sixteenth birthday, daddy said I had blossomed. I remember blushing. I knew exactly what he meant. My tits were plump and filled in over the summer, and I lost a bit of weight.
I had spent the hot days out on our deck by the pool and he would come out and bring me a glass of tea on his breaks. We became super close that summer and I felt him let me in.
Daddy worked from home, which was a blessing because my mom was out-of-town most of the time because of her work. She headed up an anti smoking nonprofit organization, NicotineFree, that had her lobbying in Washington most of my growing up.
I didn't mind. Mommy was a first-class bitch. I don't use that word metaphorically. She loathed my father for reasons I couldn't understand. Daddy was kind and tender. Maybe she hated him because she lacked those maternal instincts.
I was never good enough for her... she was critical of every decision I made. I was secretly glad when I would see her overnight bag set next to the door. It meant freedom for me and daddy.
That summer was so special. He spent so much time with me. At night we would snuggle, eat junk food and watch our favorite shows.
I did a swimming for school and he would go to every one of my meets to cheer me on. I would tell him how sore I was and he would give me back rubs before bed. I would lift my shirt so he could touch my skin and he took so much time.
He did all the nurturing things mommies were supposed to do. Daddy slept in the guest bedroom when mommy was home and it made me sad she treated him like shit. Daddy finally quit trying to please her.
My dad was a graphic designer, and he had a badass photography studio in a converted garage. He would let me hang out in his studio and take me pictures of me pretending to be a model. I would dress up and daddy would call out different poses. We would laugh and have the best time.
The night before my seventeenth birthday, daddy brought me to his studio. He told me how proud he was of me and how beautiful I was. He said he had a pre-birthday present.
I unwrapped the ornately oblong box and took out a pair of elbow-length latex gloves. A latex mini skirt and a latex top that was a bra. I screamed in excitement and gave him an enormous hug and kiss.
He said he had a new client. They were a sexy new latex clothing line from LA and he wanted me to do the modeling. I was so excited.
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