You discover a stash of photos he's taken

It's been four months, now. You've accepted your life as Zoe, accepted your change in sexual orientation and preferences, and even, in a way, accepted your attraction to your daddy. It's more than a sexual attraction, tinged with adoration and, yes, romantic love, and it hurts you that it seems unrequited.

One day, you sit in front of a screen at home, idly browsing, when you come upon a folder of photos. The thumbnail shows your face, and out of curiosity, you open it.

It is a collection of photos and videos of you. The newest ones are pretty innocent. Photos of you and daddy out for dinner yesterday, from your trip together a few weeks back, photos you've sent him to show that you've done your chores, and so on. Interspersed between them are a couple of more racy pictures, like of you cooking breakfast in your underwear. Nothing really surprising, until the date closes in on the first day you came home in this sleeve. That's when you realize you're not even halfway through the album.

There's a jump of about three weeks, before you came home, but then they begin again. The first are similar to the ones you've already seen, images of you. But they can't be. They're images you can't remember, from places you can't remember having been in (at least in this sleeve), some of them a bit racier than anything you've ever sent him (though, looking at them, part of you wishes you had the guts to do it). And then, you come to a photo that is definitely different. A photo of your naked ass, burning red from a spanking. Dated four weeks before you got this sleeve. There are more. Topless photos, nudes, even photos of sexual acts. Videos of your pretty little face sucking on Daddys cock. Of him fucking your wet, willing cunt, your voice whimpering and saying "fuck me, Daddy."

Realization hits you. Whoever had this sleeve before you had been in a relationship with your daddy. That had to mean... this wasn't remotely a random choice of sleeve for you. Your daddy had chosen this sleeve very specifically. To kill two birds with one stone. One, he'd be able to reform his offspring. And two, if he played his cards right, he'd be able to reform you into this girl, into his submissive little girlfriend that he'd lost when she had decided to use her trust fund to get a new and more assertive body. That's why he wasn't responding to your hints and advances. He had been waiting, molding you, so that when he finally decides it is time, you'll truly be his. You won't get the chance to escape, like she did.