Wear a Skirt

You walk in to Jeff's office building and instantly feel your heart drop in your chest. A huge banner is hung in the entry that says, "Daughters, welcome!" and another, smaller one that says, "Annual take your daughter to work day, today!"

Your face burns bright red. You're hanging on to your stepdad's sleeve because you obviously can't walk in heels. You're wearing a skirt with freshly shaved legs. And on top of all that, your pretty sure people can see your underwear especially if you get off balance in the heels and have to lean forward a bit.

You feel like your brain is going to explode when you walk by the secretary and she goes, "Aww!"

Half an hour later, you find yourself sitting in a spare swivel chair in Jeff's office, unable to stop shivering - partly because of nerves, and partly because your shaved legs and skimpy costume don't retain much heat. You can barely think with how quickly your heart is racing, but you still manage to take in Jeff's office.

It's a pretty standard business office, as far as you're aware. Filing cabinets and bookshelves along the walls. A big wooden desk at the far end of the room. Jeff had the corner office, so there were even a couple windows. The fluorescent lights overhead didn't seem so clinical with natural light streaming in. In all, it was a nice working space. Maybe even upscale. You wondered what Jeff did.

You were left wondering because he was sitting back in a luxurious high-back reclining office chair with his legs spread wide, watching something on his computer. From the audio, you could surmise that it was a raunchy road-trip comedy movie from at least a decade ago. Is this what he did every time he came into the office to 'work'?

You look your stepdad up and down while he isn't looking. His costume is notably less embarrassing than yours. It's a basic black full-body suit with bones printed on it to look like a skeleton. You blush noticing that on the thigh is an extra, rather large bone hanging off to one side. You can see on the discarded packaging that the name of the costume is 'Sucked Dry.' Didn't he say your costumes were supposed to go together?

"Like what you see?" Jeff grins when you blush and quickly turn away.

You quickly stammer, "D-didn't you say this was take your kid to work day? The banner outside said daughter..." You had been too mortified to speak since arriving, but you were slowly calming down.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah... I guess technically it is take your daughter to work day. But... I mean, you're close enough, right?"

"Wha- I- !!!" You're caught completely off guard. Close enough?! What did that mean?! You squirm in your chair while doing your best to keep your legs closed. You're once again hyper-aware of the skimpy costume you have on, as well as the pink briefs you have on underneath.

Jeff adds casually, "You know, I mean cause you're the only kid I've got. Well, at least as far as I know!" He laughs and stands up, pausing his movie to come over to you. "Come on, I want to show you off to my friends. They'll get a kick out of your- I mean, out of our costumes." He grabs your arm and pulls you up out of the chair and towards the door.

"W-wait, no! Sir! Please, I- It's embarrassing!"

Jeff stops, but keeps his hand on your arm. "Hmm, actually... that sounds a little too formal, here, sport. I'm sort of the boss of some people around here, and they call me 'Sir' as well. So it might be weird if you do, too. So while we're at work, call me daddy, okay?"

"I- I can't do that!" You stammer once again, too embarrassed by everything happening to think straight today. "I wouldn't- I mean... That's too..." It's all too much and you can feel your brain get hot, like an overloading computer, and it becomes harder and harder to think. You know Jeff's suggestion is crazy, but you always find it hard to function when you're flustered. For as long as you can remember, you've been a doormat under pressure - easily giving-in when you're backed up against a wall. It was probably your greatest weakness.

"Come on," Jeff pushes. "It's just for a day. And I am married to your mother now, so in a way... I mean you could also call me 'Dad' if you want."

"N-no!" you say quickly. Somehow that would feel even weirder. "I- I guess 'daddy' is fine... for today..."

Jeff grins. "Great! Then what do you say?"

You shuffle from foot-to-foot. "Yes..."

"'Yes,' what?"

"Yes... Daddy..." You've never been more humiliated. You look down towards your feet and take in your long shaved legs, skirt, and heels. Daughter... Jeff's daughter... The thought gives you uncomfortable goosebumps.