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UNINTENTIONAL CONSEQUENCES by CutePatti (2/2018) As I walked into the bathroom to take my evening shower I noticed that my daughter's cute pink mary jane shoes and a pair of her white frilly anklet socks were laying on the small dressing bench. The socks had each been separately placed just inside each shoe's opening with great care, certainly not the usual way she would have normally removed and discarded them by flipping the shoes off in 2 different directions and then pulling off the socks, turning them inside out and balling them up. No....this seemed as if tender loving care had been given to the delicate items. So unlike my daughter. But this evening had been so unlike anything I'd ever seen anyway. And the one who left them here must have done so after taking a shower and didn't realize they were still here. I didn't think much more of it as I was taking my shower, but when I stepped out grabbing my towel from the hook above the dressing bench, my gaze was again drawn to those sweet shoes and socks. As I dried myself off I thought back to all the times I'd seen Michelle wearing them, or other similar socks and shoes. She has been a pageant girl since she was 6 years old and these were part of the outfits she's worn. Although she's still a pageant girl at age 16 she doesn't wear outfits quite as frilly anymore. And certainly doesn't wear these items anymore. I couldn't even remember how many times my wife and I had attended her pageants...cheering her on....being so proud of the many times she won a crown. And even when she didn't. It is quite expensive, buying all the pretty pageant dresses and accessories. Plus a lot of time and expense is spent traveling all over the area, sometimes having to drive hundreds of miles. But it is always fun and rewarding because we are so happy that Michelle has something she is so interested in and is so good at. I'm sure I'd seen these very socks and shoes many times as she paraded around the stage in front of the judges and audience, doing her well rehearsed routines. At times I could hardly recognize her because of her heavily made up face and glamorous dresses. She always appeared older than she was, but the tip-off that she wasn't mature at all was always the fact that she had on such girly anklets and maryjane shoes. Yes....only pretty young girls wore those things. Usually, anyway. After I had completely dried myself off I couldn't help myself as I suddenly felt drawn to those shoes and socks. Always before they were just things that I saw Michelle wearing and nothing more. But tonight was different.....much different and I felt a shiver hit me as I picked up one of the sock-filled shoes. It was as cute a shoe as one could imagine. Pink with a lustrous look that reflected almost like a mirror. There was a heart shaped area right over the toe portion that consisted of several tiny cut-outs. There were also four pink flowers above the heart that looked so sweet and dainty. And the single instep strap made what was certainly a very feminine shoe even more girly and delicate. I couldn't understand what was coming over me as I continued to study my daughter's pretty things. I removed the frilly sock from the shoe and brought it to where I could look at it closely and a sweet, delicate, yet intoxicating smell wafted towards my nostrils. It wasn't the normal pungent odor of a worn sock but more of a fresh fragrance of the youthful feet that had worn them just a short time ago. The sock wasn't dirty at all most likely because the shoe had been worn constantly with it. I laid the sock down and then took a close look at the inside of the shoe. While these shoes had been worn a lot it was still fairly easy to see the large brand imprint on the heel of the insole that said 'Princess Belle by L'Amour'. I also saw, on one side, 4 rows of small lettering that had almost been rubbed off from wear but could still be read. The top row said 'Big Girl Size 6'. The second row said '100% Patent Leather Outside'. The third row said 'All Leather Insole'. And the fourth row said '100% Satin Lining'. Peering into the shoe it did indeed look very slippery and satiny indeed. I again felt a shiver run through my body as I thought about how intimate I was getting with Michelle's shoes. What the heck was going on with me? I then turned my attention to the sock. I couldn't have ever imagined my being even remotely interested in such a feminine looking thing, yet here I was holding it in my trembling hand. It appeared to be made of a very thin white cotton and nylon fabric that almost seemed to be too delicate to allow a foot to enter it without causing it to tear. The sock had been so carefully removed that I could easily make out the indentations in the material where the toes of the wearer had left their mark. There was a heavy seam that was sewn in just above where the toe area was. There was also diagonal stitching on each side of the heel and what appeared to be a slightly darker white reinforcement of the heel. The top of the sock had a layer of the most delicate lace I'd ever seen. The lace was elegantly embroidered in a very light pink color that matched the color of the shoe. When folded down, the area above the cuff had an adorable pink ribbon bow on the outside that also had a cute pink flower with just a hint of green leaves underneath it. This sock would have been heavenly to any sweet, femmy little girl...but it shouldn't have been having the effect it was on me. I felt as if I had been hypnotized and was acting out some kind of suggested fantasy script. My pusle was racing and my pen-is had gone from just slightly stirring to a full blown erection and was starting to drip profusely. This was unnatural, unreal.....and yet amazingly exciting and a whole new experience for me. Whatever it was that was taking control of my senses told me to savor the moment regardless of how wrong it seemed to be. Did I harbour some hidden shoe or foot fetish? What was causing me to get turned on by my daughter's shoes and socks like this? Or was it due to the events of this evening and odd coincidence of finding these things in here on such an evening? Whatever it was, I was beyond worrying about it. As I gazed down at the sock I could also see my bare feet on the floor and a very impulsive thought hit me like lightning. I had to feel those delicious looking socks on my own feet. I quickly sat down on the bench and drew that flimsy white anklet over my foot. I could see my toes fit almost exactly into the toe imprints left in them and I shivered as I remembered who had worn them earlier. As I drew it over my foot I could easily see the outline of my toes through the thin material and I carefully made sure the thick seam was in place just above my toes. I wasn't even sure it would fit me but the stretchy material easily conformed to the size of my foot as if it were made for me. As I pulled it around my heel I could see that it did indeed have a slightly darker white reinforcement there and it almost looked sexy that way. I remembered when my mom used to wear nylons that had a similar heel reinforcement way back when I was just a little boy. Strange that I even remembered that. I guess it didn't mean anything to me back then. But it sure did seem to matter now. The sensations that were running through my body were unlike anything I'd ever felt and my pen-is was drooling as never before. As I finished pulling the sock on and turned the frilly lace cuff down to reveal the sweet girly ribbon bow I almost fainted. This was the most erotic experience I'd ever had, and it was with Michelle's dainty socks. Oh man....what was happening to me? My mind was trying hard to reject what I was feeling, but my emotions and the physical sensations I was having pushed me on. My feet looked very sexy, I thought. But how could I possibly think it was sexy since it was my daughter's socks on my feet? I guess the fact that I had HER socks on MY feet made it that way. Whatever....I quickly gathered up the other anklet and again felt the same pleasant sensations as I pulled it on my other foot. I really wanted to wear those heavenly pink mary jane shoes too, but I figured they were probably too small for me. But I thought, what the heck and tried putting the left one on. Wow...it slipped on my foot. Was sort of tight but still, it did fit. How was this possible that a big girl size 6 shoe would fit me, a shoe that had been bought for and worn by my daughter? At that point it really didn't matter and I quickly fastened the single instep strap which brought about a pleasant snug sensation to the top of my foot. By this time my hand was pistoning up and down my hard throbbing pen-is as I gazed down at my sexy frilly sock covered foot and the other encased in not only a frilly sock but a darling pink mary jane shoe. But I needed more, but what more? I picked up the other shoe and brought it to my face and started sniffing the inside of it. It was still slightly damp from the foot that had worn it for several hours earlier and I wanted to smell more of that wonderful, intoxicating aroma I remembered from the sock. It was like a sweet perfume that overpowered my senses even more. That did it and I moved it down close to my pen-is and started rubbing it there. I felt the instep strap slap against me and suddenly my pen-is slipped inside the shoe and was rubbing against that slippery satin lining. Oh...what a feeling. I was still juicing a lot of pre-c-um, and that coupled with the effect of the slippery satin lining was driving me over the edge. I pulled the shoe down hard over my thick pen-is and it felt like a tight wet glove had just enveloped me. I was stroking with it and it was tight and warm and slippery. This was the best masturbation I'd ever experienced and I wondered how, or if, I'd be able to stay away from these shoes in the future. I kept looking down at my feet encased in frilly socks and one of the shoes...oh luxuriating in how heavenly they felt. My own socks would never feel right again I was sure. My orgasm was rapidly building as I continued to stroke my pen-is with the shoe. The head of it completely filled the toe end of the shoe but I could see glimpses of the purple head as it was sliding up and down in that heavenly silken trap. I hit my peak and felt my semen surge and watched as most of it was forced out around the heart shaped toe portion, but the force of my ejaculation jetted some of my semen out from the shoe's tiny toe cut- outs and propelled my semen out in several thin streams about a foot in the air. It reminded me of when my wife was lactating and could squeeze milk out of her nipples like that. It pulsed that way for 7 or 8 squirts and then just started oozing down the shiny pink patent leather and covering the cute heart shape on the toe of the shoe. It was undoubtably the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. As I regained my senses I was in shock. That I had done such a disgusting thing with Michelle's delicate items completely left me feeling guilty and dirty. Plus I quickly needed to clean up the mess I had caused before stains could form. Luckily none of my semen had hit the socks or the shoe I was wearing. But the other shoe was a mess of stringy, clinging thick c-um. As I examined it I was relieved that my c-um was not soaking into the leather material but was mostly just pooled inside and out. So it was actually quite easy cleaning up the mess with toilet paper that I flushed, leaving no evidence of what I had done. Whew....that was close. After cleaning the shoe I removed the other shoe and both socks from my feet. And even though I had just orgasmed a few monents before and had felt nothing but guilt immediately afterwards, as I slipped the smooth silky socks from my feet I couldn't help but feel slightly aroused again at the sensation of the delicate thin material on my skin. Wow....I wondered if I'd be able to recover from this new-found interest and resist temptation in the future. I smiled a little thinking 'as long as these things aren't left in the bathroom anymore tempting me again I'll be OK.' Yeah...well maybe. We'll see. I put my pajamas and robe on and placed the cute socks in the shoes as best I could remember how they had been when I found them and left the bathroom with them in hand. I sure didn't want to have to face them again if I got up in the middle of the night! When I got to Michelle's room I knocked and opened up the door just a slight bit. She was laying on her bed texting on her phone. "So did you have fun at Brittany's Halloween party tonight, honey? Didn't you miss going trick-r-treating with Brian?" ...referring to her 13 year old brother. "Brit's party was totally cool and we all had a blast. And daddy, I'm WAY too old to trick-r-treat anymore...so no...I didn't miss it. But I'm sure Brian had fun, huh? He sure looked good in his costume. I didn't think he'd do it, did you?" And she sort of giggled. "Well, sweetie...at my age not much surprises me anymore. You just never know when someone's going to do things you thought they never would," I said taking note that she was wearing some really cute pink socks and sort of wiggling her toes in them. Wow, her feet looked adorable in those. Oh man, what was I thinking? Now I'm looking at her socked feet and feeling a tingle. And then I gazed at what I was holding in my hands and felt my pen-is twitch. She said, "Yeah, I guess so," and turned back to what she was doing. Then as I turned to leave she noticed what I was holding and gave me a funny look and said, "daddy, why on earth are you carrying those shoes and socks?" Then she giggled and teasingly said, "since you're barefoot maybe you should put them on so your feet won't get cold." Oh my, I'd forgotten I even had them in my hands. Why did I take them in her room with me? I just turned red and couldn't even speak to know what to say and she again giggled and said, "don't be so embarrassed daddy. It's OK. I understand." But the look she gave me told me she was really wondering about it. I knew I just needed to get away from her as soon as I could so I quickly left her room and just smiled at her. Outside her door I tried to catch my breath. What did she mean when she said that she understood? And as I looked at what was in my hands...at what she had just seen me with...and remembering what she said to me, that maybe I should put these things on. OMG, I felt a tingle build as my pen-is started to throb. What would she think if she knew I had worn her socks and shoes? Would she be OK with it? This was so confusing...yet exciting me way too much. And I wondered what she must be thinking right now after I left her room. Maybe it's best I don't know. I then went to Brian's door and knocked and he said, "just a minute!" I thought that was strange and went ahead and opened it after a couple of seconds. He was laying on his bed with his robe on looking very red faced and flushed. "Are you OK, what were you doing?" "Uh...yeah dad....I'm, ah, OK. Was just doing some sit-ups and I'm sort of hot." Weird, I thought. Sit-ups in bed wearing a robe. I glanced over towards his closet and saw Michelle's pink pageant dress hanging on the door. It had been her idea for his costume. I was surprised he'd gone along with it so easily. "Soooo...how was trick-r-treating? You sure looked cute in your little outfit." "Awwww dad...give me a break!!! The guys really gave me a hard time." "Sorry, Brian. I'm sure they did but maybe they were just jealous. I think it was very cool that you dressed up like that. Really, I mean it! Takes a real man to do that. Oh...by the way......here's your shoes and socks. You left them in the bathroom when you changed out of them. Best you get them and that dress back to Michelle soon." As I handed them to him and he reached out, his robe fell open and I saw he had on a pair of Michelle's frilliest, silkiest pageant panties. They had lace and ruffles and ribbons all over them. And...there was a slight bulge and wet spot on the front. He also had on a cute little bra that must have been one of her first ones. Wow...I had no idea she had gotten him to wear those. Oh my. No wonder he was red-faced when I came in. But why was he still wearing them in his bed? That seemed strange. Unless...he must have been...I must have caught him...oh my! And I momentarily felt a little jealous as I wondered how excited he must feel wearing them if they were having that effect on him. I quickly turned to leave his room before either of us got embarrassed further. As I left I glanced at the shoes and socks he was holding and thought about what I had just done with them knowing that it was he who had been wearing them earlier this evening, not Michelle. He shifted a little on his bed and his bare feet came into view. They were really pretty and girlish for a boy. And I felt a shiver as I looked at his feet, remembering how cute they had been when I saw him in those socks & shoes a few hours ago. Maybe he was being affected the same way I was. And I suddenly felt a slight bulge and wet spot forming too. And I also remember how red-faced I was in front of Michelle just a short time ago. So I said to him what she said to me, "Brian, don't be embarrassed. It's OK. I understand." And I then left him alone to finish what I was sure he needed to do because I really did understand! I went into my bedroom and tried to get my thoughts together. My wife wasn't there because for the last few weeks she had been away taking care of some serious health issues that her mom was having. Her dad had died a few years ago and her mom was living alone...one of those types who refused to leave home even when she was having health problems where she probably needed to be in an assisted living facility. But my wife was patient with her and was doing what needed to be done. She would come home every other weekend and then leave again. So as I thought about what had happened tonight I wondered if the fact that masturbation had become my sole sexual outlet for so long had somehow contributed to my bizarre bathroom behavior. I seemed to be horny all the time and spent a lot of my time alone self pleasuring myself. Even had started going on the internet looking for stimulating material. It had gotten to where my orgasms were even more enjoyable from my hand than sex with my wife had been. So, yeah, that had to be it. I went to my laptop to shut it down for the night and saw that I had an email message. It was from Michelle and had an attachment with it. It was a photo that she had taken earlier this evening with her smartphone. It was a picture of Brian fully dressed in his 'costume' for halloween. He didn't have any make-up on but Michelle had obviously styled his long hair into a very girly look. Wow, it almost took my breath away because I had not seen him dressed like this. I had been out with a client at a dinner meeting that lasted until after Brian had gotten back home. Wow, he looked really cute. TOO cute actually! He could easily have passed for a girl if he would have been wearing even a light touch of make-up. But one thing I couldn't understand in the photo was why he was wearing different shoes and socks from the ones that were in the bathroom. He had on black heels and different socks in this photo. What was going on with that? Without thinking clearly as to how embarrassed I'd been in there such a short time ago, I decided to go back to Michelle's room. I knocked and she told me to come in. She was still laying on her bed texting just as she had been doing awhile ago. "Hi daddy, did you forget something?" I thanked her for the photo and then asked, "That was a really interesting photo of Brian. He looked really cute in your pageant dress, but why was he wearing different shoes and socks in the photo from what he wore to go trick-r-treating?" "Oh, that. Yeah, well he was having trouble walking in those heels since he has only worn my flat shoes before. So he needs more practice wearing shoes with heels. So he slipped those off and decided to wear my pink maryjane flats and found cute socks to go with them. He's used to those." I got a funny look on my face as she said that and she noticed. Then she acted like she was trying to cover up what she had just said and sort of laughed a little. "Uh...well...that was just a joke daddy. I was just teasing you. haha I wanted him to try the heels but he didn't like them. So the pink shoes were better for him. So that's all there was to it." Then she looked straight at me like she was trying to change the subject and said, "daddy...why are you so interested in my shoes and socks all of a sudden? You had them in your hands when you were in here before and now you want to know why Brian was wearing different shoes and socks in the picture." As before I quickly turned a deep red realizing I had really screwed up by coming back in her room. I tried to come up with an explanation but just stood there getting redder and redder, not saying anything. She kept looking at me with sort of a devilish grin like she was enjoying my embarrassment. "Er...well I just wanted to thank you for the photo. I, uh, better leave you alone since you're texting." "OK daddy. You're welcome. Glad you liked the pic." And as I was leaving just before I shut her door she added, "And I'm glad you also like my shoes...oh, and my socks." She seemed to emphasize the word socks, and as I glanced back I saw her slipping her pink socks off her feet and I felt a little tingle inside. I quickly left as I felt my pen-is start to stir inside my pajamas. As I entered my bedroom I found myself just standing there trying to analyze everything that had happened in just the last hour or so. So many new sensations and interactions with Michelle and even Brian. I was worn out and my brain was so foggy I figured I best just go to bed and get some sleep. Then I noticed my laptop was still on and saw that photo of Brian dressed in Michelle's pageant outfit that I had left open. Before I could react again to that I quickly shut it off and went for what I hoped would be a good night's rest and a less confusing tomorrow. The next morning after the kids had left for school I had breakfast and then my morning cup of coffee in the sunroom. Watched the news on TV and headed for my home office to start my day. I was a contractor and worked from home. I had to pass Michelle's bedroom on my way and her door was open. I glanced in and saw the socks she had been wearing last night where she had tossed them on the floor. On impulse I went into her room and also saw the dress Brian had worn hanging on one of her closet doors. And below that were the pink shoes & socks. Looks like he had returned them to her already. And a little to the side of those were the shoes & socks I had seem him wearing in the photo...the cute black shoes with a high heel and the frilly white socks laying on the floor next to them. Michelle has two closets in her room. One that has her regular clothes and accessories and another that has all her pageant things. The door to the pageant closet was open for some reason and I flicked the light on that lit it up. There were maybe 30 dresses of all sizes hanging in there. She must have kept every dress from all the years she had participated in pageants. There was also a row of drawers along one side which I started opening. One held panties of all colors and decoration. Some had lace trimming and little bows sewn on, and others were not quite so frilly but all were a satiny material. Two more drawers held socks by the dozens. Several colors but mostly white. And all with frilly lace at the cuffs of varying colors. There were also a few pairs of tights in pretty colors. And the remaining drawer contained cute trim accessories for her hair. Along the floor of the closet were lots of really cute shoes. I started counting them and there were 25 pair in all. From very small to the size I had worn last night. Most were single instep strap flat MaryJane type in several colors. But a few had slight heels to them and had ankle straps. I turned off the light and was going to leave but the sight of the adorable pink dress hanging on the door kept me in there. Why would such a frilly dress seem so attractive to me? It was so girly and feminine and the word 'sissy' came to mind all of a sudden. That word seemed appropriate somehow for this kind of feeling...a guy kind of feeling. I wasn't really thinking of Brian that way last night, but now maybe? Or was it more directed at myself? I took the dress off the hanger it was on and felt a chill as my hands touched the delicate satin & silk and lace and frills. Whew...it actually felt heavenly! I wondered if Brian felt the same as he held it and then pulled in on his body. I held it up to me and looked in the huge mirror that covered Michelle's closet door. I looked pretty silly standing there with it against my clothes but, still, I just looked at the dress. I even wondered if it might fit me. I suddenly burst out and said to myself, "Oh Pat, don't you look cute in this?" And then I came to my senses and said out loud, "Yeah, like a big sissy who gets off on wanting to wear his daughter's cute clothes!" And I put the dress back on it's hanger and where it had been hanging and exited her room. But as I left I was thinking about how much I really did want to try on her clothes. And I again saw her socks laying on the floor and remembered her saying to me, 'Daddy, I'm glad you like my shoes...oh, and my socks.' And I again felt that tingle. But I forced myself to head to my office and try to get some much needed work done. At around noon I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a light lunch and watched the news on TV. While doing that my cell phone rang and it was my wife. She usually called about mid-day to let me know how her mom was doing and to see how all of us were. She asked me if I was having any trouble handling things, and when she said that I sort of giggled to myself thinking I sure had been handling 'my' thing. Then I headed back to my office. Having to pass by Michelle's bedroom was becoming a problem and I almost wished my office was not so near to her room. It was like her room was a magnet and I was some kind of super metal particle that kept being pulled inside. But I figured I may as well get used to it. As much as I didn't want to be doing this I couldn't stop it. So I just decided to give in to these new strange but wonderful feelings. Of course the pink pageant dress was still hanging there...the cute but sexy black ankle-strap shoes and cute while lace anklets stuffed in the shoes were still on the floor...and her pink socks that she had pulled off and flung next to her bed were still there. Suddenly I knew what I had to do to relieve the stress I was feeling so I could get back to work. I quickly stripped off all of my clothes and first decided to see if that heavenly dress would fit me. My pen-is was already rock hard as I slipped the dress off the hanger once again, but this time instead of just holding it in front of me I gathered it over my head and started trying to pull it down over my torso. I was so sure it wouldn't fit me but as I worked it down I noticed there were elastic inserts on both sides that you really couldn't see when the dress was on...and with a lot of effort it finally slipped over my shoulders and down the rest of the way to where the bottom hem was just a few inches below my crotch. The silkiness and tightness of it against my naked flesh as well as the sensation and realization that I was actually wearing it almost made me faint. I was not only wearing one of Michelle's cute and heavenly pageant dresses but also a dress that my son Brian had worn just last night. I truly was mesmerized and felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. And my poor needy pen-is was begging for relief. But I also just HAD to try on those sexy black shoes, remembering Brian's photo of him wearing them. I slipped the cute white lace anklets on my feet and easily slid the shoes on and fastened the shiny black ankle straps. OMG! I was in overdrive with my senses and need to orgasm. And my pen-is was starting to leak pre-c-um like crazy and I knew I had to keep the dress clean. I grabbed the pink socks, laid down on Michelle's bed and pulled one of them over my pen-is so I wouldn't drip on the dress. But that didn't feel right, so I rolled the other sock on also and that gave me an easy pistoning motion as one sock slid over the other. My thoughts were of everything that had happened over the last 24 hours or so and as I hit my peak I could again hear Michelle saying to me, 'It's OK daddy...don't be embarrassed...and I'm glad that you like my shoes...and my socks.' And I exploded stream after stream of my needed release into her pink socks. When I regained my senses and guilt swept over me, I quickly removed her clothes and put mine back on. The dress went back on the hanger and on the closet door. The shoes and anklets went back where they were. But, oh man...the pink socks. They were soaked with my semen. What to do? I had to leave everything the way I found it! I went into Michelle's bathroom and saw her hair dryer on the vanity. So I got the socks and started blow drying them until they were at least dry. They were sort of stiff so I rolled them around in my hands until they were a little softer. And I put them back next to her bed on the floor the way I found them. I was sure she wouldn't notice anything out of place, thank goodness! Whew, still in the afterglow and guilt stage, I vowed to never do anything like that again and I went back to my office. That night after dinner Brian was at a friend's house and Michelle and I were sitting watching TV. She started talking about halloween and about Brian dressing up the way he did. I couldn't understand why she was bringing it up but then she said, "Daddy, you seemed very interested in Brian's outfit so I thought maybe you were wondering why he was wearing it in the first place." I told her I was sort of surprised that he would wear something like that and he even seemed embarrassed that his friends were teasing him. I tried to let on like I wasn't all that interested and talking to her about it certainly was hard for me. But she kept talking. "Well I think you ought to know anyway." "It really was my idea and it wasn't too hard to get him to agree. You probably think he just did it for fun, but it's really more than that." I was getting more interested but also uncomfortable for obvious reasons. "Honey, I hadn't really given it much thought since it was halloween and guys his age wear a lot of weird outfits then," I said to her. "But daddy, it wasn't weird for him. He liked doing it and he WANTED to do it. And it wasn't the first time he's worn my stuff." I tried changing the subject but she wouldn't let me. "Just listen daddy because I need you to know this. A few weeks ago I started noticing that some of my clothes were sort of out of place, like someone had been messing with them. It's really easy for me to spot something like that." She gave me a funny look when she said that. "I suspected it was Brian but never could catch him doing it. I told Amy about it (her best friend and next door neighbor) and she said maybe I should try to catch him by putting a baby-cam in my room. She said I could borrow the one that her parents had used to monitor her baby sister a couple of years ago. It records to an SD card that I can download to my smartphone." Wow, this was getting more interesting and I found myself getting more curious. "So what did you do?" I asked. "Well, I did borrow it and it is so small it's hard to see where I put it and it did show Brian coming in my room and not only going through my clothes but he was putting on my pageant outfits and prancing around the room like he was some kind of princess. And he was even doing other stuff that made me realize it was more than just wearing the clothes. I'm sure you know what I mean." And she looked right at me as she said that. Whew, back to being uncomfortable. "So that's why I'm telling you this daddy. He likes wearing my clothes and wanted to wear that pageant dress the other night...oh, and those anklet socks and shoes you were asking about and liked so much." She grinned at me when she said that. "And that's how I know all about naughty boys who sneak into a girl's bedroom to wear their clothes. That camera was a really good idea!" I started getting red in the face just like the other times she and I were talking about this. And I hoped this was the end of this conversation. Way too close for comfort. She left to go take a shower and I breathed a sigh of relief. My wife called to let me know how things were going with her mom and it seemed like she was going to have to stay with her for awhile longer. She was getting frustrated having to be away from home and trying to keep her mom calm. I told her we missed her but understood. She said she hoped to come home for a weekend soon. As the news came on TV Michelle walked back into the room. She had showered and was wearing a really cute shorty pink nighty and had yellow socks on her feet. Man, why did I think her nighty was cute? And what does it matter if she is wearing socks or the color? I still couldn't understand what was going on with me. "Daddy, don't you want to know why Amy suggested I use that camera to try to catch Brian?" Oh man...she was still wanting to talk about this stuff. "Honey, it doesn't matter as long as you found out what you needed to. At least now you know for sure that it was Brian. So that solved everything." I was really trying to just end this conversation but she wouldn't let up. "Yeah, I know daddy. But how she knew it would work is sort of coincidental and weird...and has to do with her finding something out at her house that was a total shock to her." Well, I figured I best just ask what it was so maybe we could get this over with. "Well, Amy had the camera in her bedroom and was using it to sorta practice her moves and stuff and then watch the video to see how she did and maybe make changes. Ya know...like how she walks or poses, stuff like that." Amy was a pageant girl too and she and Michelle often competed in the same pageants for a long time. Not any big rivalry since they were best friends, but still they did like to compete against each other and had fun with it all. "Anyway, a couple of months ago she was using it and started playing back what it had recorded and you'll never believe what was on there as well as what she had just recorded of herself." I played along and asked her what she saw. "Well, I'm not sure I should be telling you this but it is just so unreal and almost unbelievable. And please don't ever tell Amy that I told you this. But I need to tell someone and with what's happened with Brian I just have to." By then I was getting interested again so I promised her I wouldn't say anything to Amy, but asked her if she was sure she should be telling me this. "Daddy, well...uh...you now know what I saw Brian doing in my room. So...well...anyway...Amy saw that her daddy was alone in her room and he was doing almost the exact same thing that Brian was doing in my room." I couldn't totally comprehend what she had just told me and I said, "Uh, I'm not sure I heard you correctly. What did you say again?" The look on my face I'm sure was total disbelief. "Daddy, he was in her bedroom putting on her clothes and was...you know, like doing what Brian was doing." I shook my head and just had a blank look on my face. "No daddy...it's true. Really. She showed me the video and I know it's true!" I had known Ron, her dad, for many years and we were good friends. Even played golf together. I was stunned. The only thing I could think to say to Michelle was, "Honey...I just can't imagine him doing that. But if you saw it...OMG. So what did Amy do? She must have been so shocked and disgusted. OMG." At that moment I wasn't even thinking about my similar adventures of the last couple of days. I was just trying to grasp what she had just told me about Ron. "She hasn't done anything daddy. She's not told him about it. I'm the only one who knows. Well, and now you. Besides, how would a daughter tell her daddy that she had unintentionally caught him doing such a thing. Is she gonna say 'daddy, I know you wear my panties and bras and stuff cause I have a video of you doing it'. Now that would be very awkward I'm sure. But, no, she wasn't disgusted at all. Shocked and surprised of course. Can you imagine that happening? A daddy wanting to wear his daughter's clothes to...ya know...like get turned on?" I just sat there and said, "Yeah, it's pretty hard to imagine that happening." "So that's why she suggested I use that camera to see if I could catch Brian. She had caught her daddy and she figured maybe I could catch Brian too." Then she giggled a little and said, "Seems it's not only little brothers who can be naughty like this, but sometimes even daddys' too." I gave her a little smile but still just sat there. She told me it looked like I needed some time alone so she said goodnight and left me there in my thoughts. Whew! I sat there on the couch dumbfounded at what Michelle had just told me. It was weird enough what had been happening to me the last couple of days and now I was hearing from my own daughter that my good friend and next door neighbor was doing a similar thing. I truly thought that I was having a nightmare and would be waking up to find that everything was just normal. But sadly, no, this was not a dream. Ron and I were good friends and there was no indication that he was anything but a normal guy with a normal family life. Well, I'm sure he thinks the same of me and look at me now. I would have laughed if it were anything else. Then I realized that while my actions were only known by me and a total secret, his daughter Amy not only knew about him...but had caught him in the act, even if it were a video and not in person. And Michelle also knew and had seen the video. OMG. How was I going to handle this with Michelle? Just try to let it go? What if she didn't just let it go? After all, she also now knows about Brian and has told me all of these things. I walked to my bedroom hoping I could get some sleep while worrying about what tomorrow might bring. Where was this going to end? As I entered my bedroom I saw on my laptop that I had an email message, and it was from Michelle. As I opened it I saw there was also attachments with it. She wrote 'daddy i wasn't sure you believed me about what amy told me about her dad and i'm not sure if you will want to see this, but it will prove to you that it is all true. and it also shows you what brian did so you will know that is the truth too. you were so interested in brian and wondering why he wore my clothes for halloween is why i told you all this about him. and it just sorta came out about amy's dad. i hope you aren't mad at me.' I saw that the attachments were 2 video files. Knowing what they were made me take a deep breath. The fact that Michelle had actually sent them to me again made me wonder why she was telling me so much. Like the way she had teased me about it being OK for me 'liking' her shoes & socks. Did she suspect that I would enjoy knowing about these videos? Was she testing me in some way? Or was this just me freaking out? Whatever...I was drawn to the video files and I knew I was going to watch them...and that tingly feeling was again growing inside of me.