Good Morning, Adam

(Originally posted by Catfish)

Adam saw his daughters sitting at the kitchen table and almost choked.

Jamie looked much as she had in his "dream" last night, although now she wore a skimpy halter top and jewelry, including hoops that dangled from pierced ears. Her face was fully made up as well.

Next to her, Jessica had also been altered to look noticeably more beautiful, although still recognizable. She, too, now had longer hair, and was just as made up and bejeweled as her older sister. She wore a black fishnet minidress that left her nipples faintly visible.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" asked Jessica.

"Uh, n-nothing," replied Adam.

"You'd better get going, girls," said Jan. "I'll take care of cleaning up."

"Thanks, Mom," said Jamie as both girls got up. Adam could now see that Jamie wore a microskirt with garters attaching it to thigh-high black stockings, and both girls wore heels.

He was used to hugging them and maybe kissing them on the forehead as they left for school, but now both girls puckered up, so he gave them both kisses on the lips -- plumper lips that were coated with lip gloss.

They grabbed their bookbags and lunches from the kitchen counter, said goodbye to their mother, and went out the side door of the house to walk the couple of blocks to their school. It seemed just like a typical morning, if you could ignore the porn-movie outfits and the wavy ass-length hair that were the last sight Adam had of his daughters.

Jan was already putting the girls' cereal bowls in the dishwasher. "Are you going back to bed?" she asked.

"Um," said Adam. His mind was swimming with the implications that everything from last night was absolutely real -- he was now God, he'd been visited by two angels, he'd lived out a fantasy, he'd somehow changed reality so that his daughters looked and dressed like little sexpots. He wondered if they were the only ones, and contemplated Jamie's entire class, all the girls made more attractive and wearing skimpy, sexy outfits. He felt the stirrings of an erection.

"'Um' isn't an answer," Jan said sharply, breaking his reverie. "I thought you said you were sick. You shouldn't have kissed the girls, then."

Adam sighed. In the past few years, everything Jan said to him seemed to either be a criticism, or an attempt to start an argument, or both.