Becoming A Daddy's Girl - Part 3 - TG Caption

Becoming A Daddy's Girl - Part 3

Being allowed to wear women's clothing freely around the house has been… eye-opening, to say the least. It's nice to have a space to move around and not be judged before going out in public. Dad tells me nobody would be able to tell if I went out but… even if I know that’s true, a large part of me still tells me that everyone would know. It was only a matter of time though before I had to go out for something.

“Emma, you’re very cute. And I have no issue with the way you dress, it's not even very inappropriate… But regardless of what I think, a lot of your tops don't follow the school dress code.” What? This wasn't even revealing… I would be embarrassed if I was showing too much off.

“That's stupid! So what, I have to wear my old clothes?”

“It is sort of disappointing, but it comes with being a woman…” A woman… Thanks, Dad. “Your sister put up with it too. And no I'm not making you wear your old clothes, I wouldn't do that to you. We just need to get you some new ones. It'll be fun! You'll get to pick out something of your own.” That did sound fun… But that meant I would have to…

“I'm going to have to see people?”

“Your sister said the same thing… It'll be alright Emma, trust me, I know. Let's go!” And so, our first “daddy-daughter shopping trip” began.

“Ooo! Another girly with her Daddy's credit card! Welcome!” An overbearing girl at the front desk of a shop welcomed us with open arms. We had been hitting all of the shops in the shopping district, this one was the most… “girly” and I had been working up my courage to come in.

“W-wow, you really don't hide anything huh?” She looked me up and down and stopped at my face. Right as I thought she had picked up on my secret…

“Nope! Say, you’re suuuper cute! Do you know what would complement your eyes soooo well? There's this top over here let me show you…” Dad smiled and waved as she dragged me off to see what they had on offer.

I worried constantly that she would eventually push me away in realization as we browsed. She was really overbearing for an employee, actually. “Okay! Put this on. It's modest enough for school, the boys will still go crazy for it though. Here I'll help you…”

“Oh, no, I can do it myself.”

“Suit yourself. You better be wearing that when you come out though.” As I got dressed my heart raced. it was the changing room door that stood between me and an absolute disaster. Even so, I managed to get dressed and it looked pretty nice…

“So… How do I look?” I did a natural twirl as this girl and my Dad watched.

“Gorgeous!!!! Are you kidding? You’re like, a natural-born model girl!” That made me blush. I didn't look that good… I didn't even look like a girl, did I?

“You look great honey!” Always the supportive father, I got his approval. And that's all I needed to feel a little bit better about all this again.

“Heheh… Thanks. I think I'll wear this out.”

“Alright!” So, we checked out. I accumulated quite a collection of clothes, I wanted some more… risqué items, but I figure now maybe isn't the time. Regardless, my basic wardrobe was covered now… It felt a little wrong… But a little right, too.

“...do you think she knew?” By no means did the clerk seem to suspect, well, anything. But the doubt in my mind was perpetual. Dad says if I really believe it, that I'm just as much of a woman as anyone else. But that's all such a foreign idea to me… It feels right, I do feel like I've always known deep down that I was a girl, but so many years of being told otherwise by my Mom and those around us was hard to forget.

“Hm? Knew what? I don't think there's anything to know. You’re a natural born model, she said.” As if nothing was strange… I hadn't adjusted to such a lax life, but with someone so understanding and open-minded, maybe I can. “You're my girl, anyone who says otherwise is wrong!”

“Hah… sure.”