This choice: Dora starts changing clothes in front of him • Go Back...Chapter #5A train wreck, like your life by: SonicV   “Dora please, I’m your father. We should be able to talk about something.” You say to her, though quickly realize that you really don’t have much ground to use the ‘I’m your father’ card. Sure, it’s the truth, but you doubted it would work on Dora at all. Still, you weren’t discouraged and quickly moved past that “Like, how’s school been? You been having fun with your friends?”
“Yeah, you wouldn’t like them.” Once more, she just casually tossed your words aside like an old rag. Dora wasn’t even looking your way, probably trying to pretend like you weren’t there at all. It sunk in that she’s likely holding onto that as the norm. With you not around and her mother gone, rest her soul, it was no wonder why your daughter had chosen such a lifestyle. Well she can keep the gloom and doom look, but she had to know that someone was here for her and from now on would always be.
“What about…boys?” even when you thought about, you still knew you had to ask that question. Any dad wants to make sure his precious princess, or in this case, dark soul of the night, was at least going out with the right people. Sadly, you just knew that Dora’s tastes couldn’t possibly fit into your definition of right. No clean cut, straight A’s, positive attitude young studs for her; odds are she was more into Goth boys. What was worse is that it started to creep into the back of your head that this may be the reason why Dora didn’t want you to meet her friends. Maybe her definition of ‘friends’ wasn’t that accurate. Dear god, was your baby girl a slut?!
“Oh daddy, I don’t wanna talk about that.” You couldn’t see it, but Dora actually smiled as she said that. Truth was, like plenty of kids her age, she did have some stories to tell, but nothing that would make her da….the teache….the janitors at the school cry. She didn’t have anything, and no little Doras were anywhere out there in the world; she wasn’t stupid. Though she was planning on finding a date tonight, and for that, she needed the right outfit.
“Dora, I….*sigh* I’m sorry, I just…well I was hoping…I mean-” finally you stopped trying to find the right words when you watched your daughter’s skimpy top being flung right off! It flew into the air and blotted out the son, seeming to swallow the entire sky like some otherworldly monstrosity…only until you remembered that the ‘sun’ was just the light in her room, and the only reason things kept getting darker was because the top fell right on you. As you wondered if Dora planned that, you crawled out and upon pushing that thing off your head, you were just dumbfounded by what you saw “DORA!!!”
Either your words didn’t reach her, or more likely she had gone back to ignoring you, Dora just unzipped her skirt and wiggled her wide hips out of that as well. Now her ass was on full display, appearing to be two behemoth, pale, globes for anyone six inches tall. They jiggled as she moved, and the only cover you could see was a positively microscopic black thong that was only visible around her waist, while that shoelace people call underwear was swallowed completely by her butt cheeks. You knew small, and that was small. The father in you actually felt the urge to scold your daughter for wearing such a thing, but before realizing that would be a bad idea, you instead witnessed Dora pulling that thong off!
“Sweet mother of god,” you gasped, kicking yourself for being unable to look away. Even though there was very little there, seeing that butt without the thong made it feel like you were seeing her naked all over again. You felt like you were ready to cry, wanting more than anything hide back under the cover of the top, but it was like a train wreck; there was no looking away.
Then things went from gross and wrong, to gross, wrong, and just plain weird, as Dora sat up her foot on a nearby chest and began to remove her stocking. The strange thing was, while she looked as dismal and uncaring as normal, the way she pulled it off was so slow and gentle, giving off a ‘come here sailor’ feeling to it. The same thing happened again with the other, but at the very least, you were happy that you were only focusing on her legs this time. Unfortunately, that she noticed you.
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