Wear your daughter's clothes.

“I – I certainly do not!” you reply. The thought of Nicholas’s eyes roving over your uncovered flesh again… your womanly curves…

You just, you can’t let that happen!

Which is why you find yourself looking around your daughter’s room with wide eyes.

What are you doing here?

What is going on?

The rush of thoughts, emotions, and new sensations is making it hard for you to think, to process all that’s happening.

How did this happen to you?

How did you go from terrorizing your daughter’s suitor to looking through her clothes for something to wear?

Something to wear while you meet the boy’s older brother… your former student…

A man who bound your hands and carried you off to bed…

No. Stop thinking about that!

You take a step into the room and stop again, at a loss.

Where do you even begin?