Jeff Acting Different

You take a deep breath, standing in the changing room at the gym you go to.

Gym. The word used to conjure up images of free weights and treadmills, rows of exercise equipment and Arnold Schwarzenegger types toning their already bulging muscles. But now it only invokes the image of the place where you practice rhythmic gymnastics with a group of girls your age.

You strip in the little changing room and fish out your new leotard. You hated that you'd had to buy one, had to start a collection of leotards, but washing the same one Jeff had bought you over and over for every practice had become way too tedious. So you bit the bullet and got a few new ones at the mall.

The leo you pulled on now was blue, at least, with lime green and white 'sparkles' over the surface. the words Power Girl Athletics was printed in a thick font going vertically down one side. Because of course Jeff wouldn't let you buy a men's singlet to wear. The worst part was this new leo didn't have the built-in shorts like the other one. It was a traditional leotard, like a women's one-piece swimsuit, clinging to your body and constantly riding up in the back.

You look down and barely recognize your own legs. Long and smooth, way more toned than they were a few weeks ago. Between swimming and gymnastics, you really were in great shape. You just wish you didn't have to shave and make your pale limbs looks so smooth and girly.

You walk out to the floor to meet the rest of the group.

"Aw, you look so cute, Aiken. Love that leo!" Ashland says right away when she sees you come out. She playfully grabs your hand and skips you both back to the loose circle of girls stretching. Ever since it got out that you wore panties at school, she's been extra nice to you, and you've started becoming something like friends.

You try for a smile and return the compliment in your normal awkward way. "Uhh thanks. You too?" It seems to do the trick and earns you another smile, and the two of you join the group stretches.

You're bent over, touching your toes with legs spread, when you glimpse Jeff in the stands. You could always count on him being there. You had assumed his words were an exaggeration when he first signed you up to swimming and gymnastics and said he'd come to all your gym practices, but he hadn't missed one yet.

Normally he watched you like a hawk, only looking away when you catch him staring. But you notice that he looks aloof today, fidgeting in his seat with a stoic expression you've never seen on him before.

You try to ignore him and practice like normal. You pair up with Ashland to practice tumbles and some other movements. You do pretty well all through practice. Aiken even remarks about how flexible you've become at one point. But that look on Jeff's face lingers in your mind.

After practice lets out and the girls all say their goodbyes, you grab your bag and go straight to the stands without changing. Jeff loves making you walk out in your leo and seeing you blush. But even as you approach in your new, even more feminine onesie, he barely smiles.

"Ready to go?" is all he asks as he leads the way out the door to the car. The ride home isn't much different, despite your efforts to probe.

"Everything alright, Sir?" you ask. But he just stares forward, so you try again. "Uh, Daddy? You there?"

"Wh- huh? Oh, yeah, yeah... sure, fine..." he mutters without looking at you. You aren't sure he even heard what you said.

Despite it being late, you decide to do a little extra with yourself for your evening chores, and curl your hair, re-apply your makeup, and put on the maid costume you'd gotten at the mall.

You decide to clean Jeff's room first.

You find him on his bed, doing something on his laptop. "Hey Daddy!" you try to say as nonchalantly as you can.

You're a little disappointed when he turns and simply grunts, "Oh, hi..."

You start cleaning his desk, a little weight of disappointing sinking in your heart. But that's alleviated in an instant when Jeff notices how you look and says, "Oh- oh, wow! Aiken! You look..."

Your step-dad crosses the room to you, staring you up and down without even trying to hide his leer. You suddenly don't mind the effort it took to pull on the stocking or fasten the garter belt, or the pinching in your high heels.

You smile and turn as he stands over you, obviously trying hard not to put his hands all over you. "Oh this? Just one of the things I got at the mall. I thought it would look cute to clean in since its a maid outfit and all."

He nods, a little awestruck. "Yeah... yeah it does... looks sooo good, sweetie..."

You giggle and playfully roll your eyes. "Alright, quit drooling. I have to clean all this mess you made. What where you doing on your computer, by the way?"

"Oh that? It's nothing, don't worry about it, just work stuff. Um, hold on, I left my phone in the car, stay right here, I want pictures of you like this."

You smile and say "Yes Sir," as he goes to get his phone.

You wait for fem to come back then after a few minutes you hear the door open and close and quickly put the photos back, returning to the position you were in when Jeff left.

"Alright honey, got it. Now pose for Daddy and smile!"

"Yes Sir!" you say, blushing and smiling, holding up two peace-signs while he snaps pic after pic of you.