New daughters

John soon returned with Gal Gadot, Dua Lipa, and Kylie Jenner all entranced.

"Girls," he told his new acquisitions. "You have been chosen as my daughters. We'll start with Gal. What would you like your new name to be?"

"Melody," Gal droned.

"Olay. Gal, when I snap my fingers, you will wake up and no longer be Gal Gadot, but Melody Doe, my sexy, slutty party girl daughter. You will not mind fucking me any time I ask. I also want you to bury all memories of being Gal Gadot deep in your subconscious where you can't get them back."

"Next," John continued. "Dua, what would you like your new name to be?"

"Hannah," Dua said.

"Okay. When I snap my fingers, you will wake up and no longer be Dua Lipa, but my shy nerdy virgin daughter Hannah Doe. You are very shy, a bookworm, and also don't like violations of your personal space. I want you to bury all your memories of being Dua Lipa deep in your subconscious where you can't get them back."

"Finally, Kylie, what would you like your new name to be?"

"Maddie," said Kylie.

"Okay. When I snap my fingers, you will wake up and no longer be Kylie Jenner, but my athletic tomboy daughter Maddie. You love playing sports and working out, and hate all things girly. I want you to bury all your memories of being Kylie Jenner deep in your subconscious where you can't get them back."

After he was sure the girls had suppressed their old memories, John then handed them new clothes to fit their roles.

Gal, or Melody now, wore a slutty, sexy outfit.

Dua, now Hannah, wore something more reserved.

And Kylie, now Maddie, wore standard workout clothes.

John woke his daughters up with a snap of his fingers.