Single Father Richard Clark who got some interesting news about his daughter after her check up.

Richard shifted uncomfortably in his seat in the doctor's waiting room as his daughter, Anne, finished her checkup. Usually, he'd let the girl drive herself, she had turned 18 a few days ago and could have done it herself, but the last few days the girl had been so out of it he didn't think it was safe. He had been sitting here for almost an hour waiting for the doctor to tell him what had happened. Finally, the woman walked out from the backroom and called for him to meet her in the nearby office.

"Mr. Clark," the woman said as she sat down, her face slightly flushed. "There's no easy way to say this, but your daughter has Absolute Gullibility Syndrome. I've run several tests to be sure and there is no doubt."

Richard ran a hand through his thinning hair as he digested the news. His beautiful girl's whole life was turned upside down in a few sentences. He sighed.

"I had just thought she was tired from the party," he told the doctor.

"AGS can present itself very quickly. Almost overnight in some cases. Luckily we caught it early and you can ensure that your daughter is safe. It'll be for the best if you pull her out of school and cut down on her public life to ensure she doesn't get assaulted."

"Sure," Richard muttered as his mind started to wander. He worked from home, as a troubleshooter for an IT firm, which meant he'd be able to keep her close. The middle-aged man debated calling Anne's mother. His ex-wife left them both about a year ago in order to "find herself" and had only limited contact with them since. He figured she wouldn't care. "Can I see her?"

"Yes," the doctor stood and gestured for him to follow her. "Now it's important to remember that Anne's worldview is going to be very unstable. Almost like she's under hypnosis. So be sure that anything you tell her is something you think she needs to know. Even minor comments could cause her to shift a great deal in personality. I've taken the time to print off a small script for you to use when you get home to make sure she's safe."

The doctor handed him a folded piece of paper as she opened the door. Richard glanced at it for a moment, the words sort of blurring together. He could make out the gist of it, mostly stuff about not leaving without his permission or not trusting people who he didn't tell her to trust.

"Hey dad," his daughter smiled guilelessly. "Are we going home now?"

Richard looked up at his daughter, her smiling expression and wide blue eyes showed no real loss of intellect but there was something pure and unguarded about her expression that made her look more beautiful than ever. Her blonde hair hung long down to her shoulders and her frame was small and perky from years of gymnastics. A dark feeling of shame floated through him as it had these last few months without his wife as his eyes were drawn to his daughter's glorious tits and the lithe frame of her body shown off by her choice of clothes. She was hotter than anyone he knew personally and it shamed him to think about his daughter that way. He barely thought about the next few minutes as he nodded along with the doctor before he and his girl left the hospital.

They made small talk the whole ride home, Anne telling him stories about her school friends and him poking and prodding at the right moments to show he was listening. It was almost hard to believe she was AGS positive but when he offhandedly mentioned that it was wrong for one of her friends to have a boyfriend (mostly as an old joke between them about Anne not dating until 30) she instantly agreed that it was wrong and that girls shouldn't be dating until 30 without any hints of joking. Richard realized it was wrong to let her believe that, but he didn't have the heart to tell her differently at the moment.

Getting into the house he decided to start the script for her protection pulling out the paper and reading as they walked inside.

"Anne," he said blandly. "In order to be a good father I will need your help with things, namely I need you to let me-ah-" he cried out as he tripped on the rug in the entryway leading into the living room. "Fuck you." He snapped kicking the ugly thing.

"Let you fuck me?" Anne asked him in mild confusion. "I guess that's alright. Here or in the bedroom?"

Richard looked at his daughter startled at her words before a wide smile suddenly appeared on his face. For the first time since he got the news things were looking up.