I can't help myself. I want to follow his instructions.

What are you going to do? You know your Mom would want you to 'be nice'. And after all, he is your Step-Dad now and you don't want to start things off on the wrong foot, do you?

So... feeling really, REALLY weirded out, you slowly turn around, lifting your arms to give him a better view.

[Oh my god, he's actually doing it. Wait until I tell the girls.]

And it's not like you're actually twirling, right? You're just slowly rotating in front of him, so that he can see all sides of you.

Wait, WHAT? You're letting him get a good look at you? WHY? For what purpose? AND you're LIFTING YOUR ARMS TO GIVE HIM A BETTER VIEW? A view of WHAT, exactly? A view of your ass? Of your trim waistline? Of how well you fill out your pants?

You feel his eyes wolfishly stroking across your body - like searchlights - admiring all your curves. You are under the MALE GAZE. Is this what women feel like? You wonder. You feel like you've given up something to Dave, you're not sure what, but something important.

"Mmmmm...." Dave hums with evident pleasure. "Such a beautiful, trim figure you have. Lauren, Becca and Dawn all told me what a beauty you were, and I can see it now."

You finish your turn, your face beet red with embarrassment.

Why did I just do that? you scold yourself. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I was just doing it for Mom, you rationalized to yourself. It wasn't because I WANTED to be inspected by Dave. Definitely NOT. It's NOT because I WANTED to show him my body, RIGHT? Of course not!

But you can't help but think back to that moment when you made the decision to give in to him. It was his expectation. His desire. You could feel it. His will... And you knew that and you obeyed his desires...

FUCK. You shake off those intrusive thoughts. He's just your Step-Dad. Nothing weird going on here.

You hope.