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Dress like your daughter day:
It started when my oldest daughter, Claire, was sent home from school.
It turned out that despite the fact that I had told both my daughters
what I expected of them which was that they dress modestly when they
went to school and that they not wear the kind of make-up that Claire
had started to wear or that they not wear miniskirts to school, Claire
had started to do just that.
Furthermore I didn't know about this because they either left for school
before I got up or after I left for work. My wife, Alex, took them to
the station to get the train to school and, unsurprisingly knew all
about what they wore to school.
I know, you are thinking why didn't I drive them to school? Well, there
were a few reasons. Firstly there was the geography of it, you see the
school was on the other side of town. It was far quicker and far easier
for them to get the train.
(Why didn't we move closer to the school? Well, there was my job. You
see I worked a short drive from our house and I liked not having too
long a commute.)
Secondly there was the timing of it. As I already mentioned we always
left at different times. Their school was a large school and there were
more pupils in the school than there was space so they staggered the
lessons and the start and finish times. The mathematics of when they
started and finished varied on a two weekly cycle and was too
complicated for me, but somehow Alex always kept track of it.
With their long commute I did not want men interfering with them on
public transport so I had been quite clear that they were not to wear
make-up or miniskirts to school. I know feminists would call this
"victim blaming" and say that I was suggesting women were in some way
responsible for being raped and tell me I was being sexist. They would
tell me women should be allowed to wear whatever they like but I would
counter that if I had a son I wouldn't let him go to school dressed like
that either and generally the subject was dropped at that point.
I angrily told Alex I was not happy that they were ignoring my clear
instructions.
Alex replied gently "With your overprotective dress code you realize
that you are being more restrictive than their school, Scott?"
"The school aren't their Mum and Dad," I replied. "I just want to know
my girls are safe."
"They're not girls any more, they are young women now," Alex said
softly..
"I think next Monday we will introduce dress like your Dad day," I
stated.
"Tell Claire and Alice that they are to stop wearing heels to school and
wear a shirt, jeans and trainers. I expect to be obeyed in this."
After they went up to their rooms to do their homework I saw that Alex
was reading a book on parenting. She told me "It says here that
traditionally a mother is protective of her children, whereas a father
encourages the children to experiment and try things out. You realize
you are behaving more like their mother? Let them live a little."
When I spoke to Claire to tell about how I was not happy she had
disrespected the house rules she replied, "Come on Dad, it wasn't that
short. It's not like you could see my butt cheeks."
I was stuck here as we both knew that I had let Alice carry on wearing
shorts the previous day when I took her shopping which did show her butt
cheeks. I had told Alice the shorts were too short of course but Alice
had pulled them down a bit so I could no longer object to them.
"But I will dress like you have asked me to as long as you agree to let
Alice and I decide what we are all going to do at the weekend. Deal?"
"Fine by me," I replied.
So that week Alex told me we had no more complaints from the school
about the inappropriateness of Claire's clothing and I was pleased to
hear I was being obeyed.
On Saturday morning I usually work out but I had to show Claire that I
was a man of my word so we went shopping.
The first place we went was the local department store's perfumery
department. Claire wanted to get a lipstick for her new friend Scotia.
She ran out of hands to try the various shades on so she asked me to let
her use my hand to. I figured it would rub off so I let her.
Claire pretended she was buying it for me and asked me which shade I
liked the most and I pretended to play along and said I liked the
scarlet one best but was not sure if it was my colour.
Claire took it a step further and said she had only chosen colours that
would suit me. For a moment I started to think she was serious, then
she laughed and said, "Gotcha!"
Claire chose a scarlet shade that she had tried on my hand and some
matching eyeshadow and it was then time to find some perfume. She opted
for Hypn?se after seeking my approval and we went to get a coffee.
Generally I didn't drink coffee but I knew Claire like coffee so I had
one too. We both updated our Facebook status and checked our e-mails.
After the coffee we were off to buy mascara.
Then we went to the lingerie department.
Because of the fact I was there with my daughter my usual, well for a
want of a better word, transphobia was missing... You know what I mean,
when as a boy you went into the lingerie department with your mother and
you looked at all those beautiful bras, panties and slips and the
hosiery! And you wanted to touch all those beautiful clothes then the
fear came on you that someone would think your mother was buying clothes
for you. I don't really know a word for it, other than transphobia, but
I wasn't frightened of transsexuals or transvestites I was just
frightened people would think I was one.
Now I had a daughter of my own I felt at ease as we looked at the
clothing there and Claire asked me what I liked. I liked the laciest
and most feminine of the garments Claire held up against herself and she
picked out various matching sets and hosiery.
Finally it was time to call it a day and I had both hands full of bags
of Claire's shopping. Claire also had a hand full of bags.
"How did your shopping trip go ladies?" Alex asked.
"We had a great time," I replied.
"I am glad to hear you and Claire bonded," Alex said.
"Yeah, Dad was a great sport," Claire said.
"Well if I hear no complaints this week, you can choose what we do next
weekend, Claire," I added.
It was a fairly uneventful night except for that Saturday night of the
shopping trip I dreamt I was in the lingerie department with my Mum
again. Except this time she really was buying lingerie for me and when
I looked up at her face she was Claire. I had never particularly
thought there was a resemblance between them before. But this time I
was in the lingerie department with my mum I was not afraid but really
excited about the clothes my mum was buying for me.
I guessed this was my subconscious mind telling me that there was
nothing to be again of, when I remembered the dream the following
morning.
The next night I dreamt I was Claire. I was standing in the bathroom
wearing a white silk bra with a lace trim and matching panties and a
full length slip putting on mascara and with each stroke of the brush my
lashes grew longer until I looked like a showgirl and I was standing
there in a pink sequin leotard wearing a matching headdress with massive
pink feathers, wristlets, fishnets and pink 6 inch heels.
I guessed this was my subconscious mind telling me I was starting to
understand things, to see them for what they were, hence the mascara
brush and that Claire, like me, craved attention, hence the showgirl
uniform.
There were no complaints about Claire's attire so we got to another
weekend. This time it was Alice's turn. Alice decided she wanted "Dress
Shopping" day.
Alice said she wanted to buy some outfits for her Mum. Alex and I were
about the same size so she held up the dresses against me to get an idea
of what they looked like.
"I don't think that's your colour," Alice said holding a green velvet
knee length dress against me.
"I thought green suited me," I said pretending to be offended.
As with the previous weekend I had an arm full of dresses in bags by the
time we went in search of coffee.
It was nice to see Alice look so happy. She had had a rough time at
school finding herself without any of her friends, who were all in
another class together.
After coffee Alice said she wanted to get some costumes for a girl's
night out and asked me to wait in the caf? for her with the rest of the
shopping. I was puzzled that she came back with four bags when there
were only the three of them but I didn't think to ask any questions.
"Wow, you ladies have been busy!" Alex said when we got home.
"We shopped till we dropped!" I replied.
I do not remember much of the week that followed save that I had a dream
that Alex and I were in some stately home. Alex was dressed as a French
maid and was dusting the bedside table as I watched her lean over to
reach the far side of the table and caught a glimpse of her panties and
suspenders.
"Wow you look hot, Alex," I said.
"You don't look so bad yourself," she replied and I finished tucking the
sheets under the mattress and turned round to see two French Maids in
the mirror. Then I woke up.
I guessed that meant I should listen to Alex and pay a more active role
in the housework.
So we got to the following weekend's "Shoe shopping" day which I found
myself going on with all three of my girls, by that I mean my wife and
our daughters.
We had been to the pub for lunch and I do not recall what happened
exactly that afternoon save that I wound up with as many pairs of heels
as my girls. I recall there was some mention of horsemen in high heels
and someone said "Real men wear heels!" Or something like that...
Another uneventful week at work and another weird dream. This time I
was teaching deportment to a class of young ladies in a finishing school
and showing them how to walk in heels.
So when the weekend came Claire came into our bedroom and dropped a
bombshell as I lay there half awake. "Today is DRESS like your Daughter
day! Or shall we call it Double D-day?"
"That is so not happening," I said.
Alex said "Claire has had four weeks of Dress like your Dad days. It's
time you tried it!"
I faced three angry looking young women.
I would have been frightened of this before but with these strange
dreams I had been having and the shopping trips with the girls I felt
one of them.
"But I don't have any clothes."
"Open your drawers, Scotia," Alice said.
Instead of my boxer shorts I was greeted by panties and bras and instead
of my socks I was greeted by hosiery.
I looked in my wardrobe and noticed dresses and slips hanging where my
suits used to be and blouses and skirts where my shirts and trousers
used to be.
So I was bundled into the bathroom and told to shave off my body hair
and eyebrows as leg shaving season had just begun. They would not let
me out until I had done as I was told.
Claire further explained:
"Leg shaving season is when we girls put our trousers away and pull out
our dresses and skirts."
So having removed all my hair, I felt like a sheep before a shearer as
Alex drew eyebrows on and then let Claire stick false eyelashes on my
eyelids. They weren't like the showgirl I had dreamed of but there was
no way I would say that. Claire put on mascara and eyeshadow and then
gave way to Alice who pulled out this pencil and drew an outline round
my lips before getting me to practice my pout as she put lipstick and
lipgloss on my lips.
The face in the mirror didn't look like mine anymore save for the hair
that surrounded it.
As if reading my thoughts the girls set to attaching hair extensions to
my hair until I had a long mane of blonde hair running down my back.
I couldn't believe how beautiful I looked. I looked at myself in the
mirror as the girls set to gluing false breasts on my chest and
attaching my first bra to my chest..
"I guess you could really say you have grown a pair," Claire said.
The phrase suddenly had new meaning. I had always understood it to
refer to a pair of balls but now it meant breasts.
Then Alex sent the girls out whilst she told me to take off my towel and
put on my panties.
Then she showed me how to attach a suspender belt and roll a pair of
fishnets up my legs and attach them to the straps.
Then she helped me into a silky black dress and attached a white apron
around my waist and I realised that I was wearing the fourth costume
Alice had collected and that Alex, Claire and Alice were also dressed as
French maids. We were about to go out on our girls night out.
A few weeks ago I would have forbidden my girls to go out dressed like
this. Now the tables had turned and I was wearing the miniskirt and
make-up I had forbidden them to wear. My perspective was changing. Why
shouldn't a girl wear what she wants? In fact why should men call me a
girl? I am a woman now, am I not? I might look sexy but I was not
asking for it. Why should patriarchal society tell a woman like me what
I should and should not wear?
So I was now dressed like my daughter and I was as much one of the girls
as the rest of them.
In fact Alex said I flirted with more men on the train than Alex, Claire
or Alice.
As Alex and Scotia made love that night I sensed dress like your
daughter day was going to become a lot more regular.
The next morning I got up and reached into my cupboard in the dark for a
full length slip. I found a leotard.
Quickly I gathered up the maid costumes Alex and I had been wearing and
went to the girls room. They had left their costumes on the floor by
the door as they always did.
I gathered their costumes up too and put them all in the washing
machine. I felt included now and wanted to play my role around the
house.
The I heard Alex come into the kitchen behind me. "I see you have
chosen the showgirl outfit today, Scotia, for dress like your dad day.
The girls will be pleased. But don't forget the headdress and your
fishnets."
How had dress like your Dad day come to mean dress like a showgirl? I
thought to myself.
So I rushed back upstairs for my fishnets and headdress and came back
down to see Claire and Alice eating their breakfast.
"Just as well it is a fancy dress day at school for dress like your Dad
day!" laughed Claire.
"I think Scotia should accompany you to school today girls but I am
worried about her travelling on public transport dressed like this. We
are going to act as her chaperone."
"Scotia, you have always wanted to become a showgirl, my dark one,
haven't you?" Alex asked as we four showgirls stepped onto the platform
at our local station.
And later that day I had had to explain to the headmaster that I was
Claire's father and that Claire had only come to school dressed as a
showgirl because I had dressed as a showgirl because it was dress like
your Dad day. I also learnt now I had embraced my feminine side that
this was the very first day Claire had come to school dressed like me.
"I am happy to dress like you if you dress like a woman would Dad,"
Claire said.
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