Susanne leads you up to the Master bathroom, where she almost pushes you into the bathtub. "Go on, take a quick shower. You want to be presentable for your husband when he comes back. Don't wash your hair."
You put your hair up in a knot, and step into the tub, reaching up to get the shower head. You actually have to stretch to reach it, a reminder of your new, tiny stature. In your old life, that had never been a concern. In a way, you find it a bit exciting. Being so small and weak. As you turn the water on, and it hits your body, you find yourself guiding it down between your legs. You yelp out in surprise at the rush of feeling, your knees buckling. Your pussy is sensitive, much more so than your cock used to be.
Susanne knocks on the door. You manage to stop playing with yourself before she comes in, but her grin tells you she heard the sound you made. "Good shower head?" She laughs. "Anyway, I found you some clothes to wear." She puts a pile on the bathroom counter. "Now, I'm going to leave you alone, go home and tell Peter his wife needs him..."
She leaves, and as you clean yourself you wonder a bit about her eagerness to make you accept your place. Why does she want you to fuck your father/husband? Knowing your sister, and from the memories the new you have of Susanne, you don't think it's from an entirely selfless reason.
Still, you had found a surprising amount of comfort in her words. He did it because he loves you, and didn't want to lose you. It wasn't a selfless sacrifice, to keep you like this, but it was out of love. _He loves you. _The thought makes your little heart flutter.
You're awash with excitement as you start preparing yourself for his return. You look at the clothes Susanne has picked out for you. Black stockings and a garter belt, a red thong trimmed with black lace, and a matching babydoll. You decide to put the stockings and garter belt first, and then slide the thong up over it. You imagine him laying you down on the bed, pulling your panties down and burying his manly face inbetween your legs, his 5 o'clock shadow tickling the insides of your thighs. Slipping the babydoll over your head, you admire the reflection in the mirror. The dress isn't particularly sheer, but it only comes about halfway down your butt. You strike a sexy pose, pushing your ass out, wiggling it.
You finish the look with a touch of make-up, and just then, you can hear Peter coming home. Your excitement is almost tangible as you go downstairs to greet him.
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