Thread: Claiming 'Daddy's' Girl (StormWolfsong & loneiysong)

Jessica was a lonely girl. She was frequently called a nerd among many other things. She sometimes flipped through magazines of beautiful people who had fathers adn she couldn't help but think, maybe she was nto a beautiful baby and that was way her father had left. Her mother never really talked about her father except that he loved her very much. The whole thing that Jessica was pretty sure was mandatory for every parent to tell their lonely child. Jessica frequently volunteered. And even donated blood regularly. She was a giver. Or so she had been told. However, the ugly duckling syndrome quickly gave way as she began to develop and mature. Her breasts swelled and she had found the joys of contacts. But still, everyone remembered her from grade school and were not about to let her live it down. Jessica was a tall and very well shaped girl. Her hips and her shoulders gave her a perfect hourglass figure that she noticed a lot of the classic pin up girls had. Her brown hair was long to below her shoulders and was curly while her dark grey eyes held all the wisdom and sadness in the world. She was coming home in simple jeans and a shirt. She wore a loose zip up hoody of some youtuber she watched frequently and looked in to a woman leaning over and watching her mother sign something. She shut the door and put her keys in her purse and smiled. Mom, I am home. Jessica said softly and looked up. What came next was a blurr. The other woman was her father? And she wanted to call her daddy? To avoid confusion?! Was she taking her mother away? The woman she had known all her life? They assured her, no her mother would visit. She felt tears fill her eyes, she never knew her father. And he just came home and expected her to move with him. She cried, but after a while, consented to her father taking her to her favorite restaurant to talk. They talked. And soon, Jessica realized she wasn't a bad person, just extremely busy. She looked down. Why don't you just come and live with mom again? She asked. She was not sure why she was being taken away. After all, her mother hadn't really been with anyone since. No she could remember no one. At least, no one her mom brought home. Rubbing her face she began to pack her things. Mostly old books and clothes. She didn't sleep too much, she spent time talking to her daddy, and spent some time reading when she seemed preoccupied with something else. Looking at the home she smiled. Wow, you weren't kidding when you said that you were set. She joked and then when she was lead to her room she shook her head. IT WAS A MASTER BEDROOM. She walked around the great expanse and looked down at their yard and turned back to her and smiled and walked to her hugging her. It is too beautiful, thank you so much. She whispered. After she had unpacked, her daddy went through her things which were, what Jessica called, Thrift Store Chiche. She liked them. But her daddy smiled and shook her head and told her to be ready in a while to go shopping. After trying on some designer jeans and sweaters she realized why her daddy had shaken her head and laughed at her. Clothes were so much more comfy when they weren't threadbare. She smiled and as they continued to shop she spotted a cute little corset dress that had a tight bodice and a frilly skirt with elaborate lacing up the back. It was like victorian ballerina. WHen her daddy caught her looking at it, she shook her head, but when her daddy grabbed her size and motioned her to the dressing room, she blushed and went. Trying it on, she spun and spun falling in love with herself. She giggled and blushed and soon changed out of it and came back and gave the new clothes to her daddy adn let her pay for them. For which she thanked her with a peck on the cheek. After dinner one night, her daddy told her to go put it on. She blushed adn then looked down. When she offered to help, she blushed and nodded. Alright. She ran upstairs and pulled it on but realized the corset back was too intricate to do alone, so she ran back down and smiled holding the bodice to her breast. Daddy, can you help me lace the top? She said with a blush covering her face.