It was strange taking off all my girly clothes upstairs and going back to jeans and a t-shirt, but dad knew nothing about Alison and so I couldn’t tell him anything about what had happened.
That night in bed in my nightdress I was still shaking and crying to myself. What an awful experience – and I had come so close to something even worse I thought. Imagine if…. and so I eventually went to sleep.
The next day I woke early and felt a lot better. I put on a nice pair of white frilly knickers under my jeans, but had to do without a bra, even though my breasts were starting to grow a little now and my nipples had begun protruding slightly from my shirt. I hoped dad wouldn’t see that.
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