Playing Dressup: Shoes
You head to your room to get read for your part in this afternoon of fun. You find one of your wife's large pink t-shirts and switch to wearing that, tying it off in the front so that it pulls tight over your pecs leaving your midriff bare. You take a moment to root through your drawers and pull out a loose fitting pair of cut off shorts and fasten them around your slender hips with a black belt. Taking a quick look in the mirror you grin at yourself and ruffle up your hair so it falls over your eye in an attempt to make yourself look even more effeminate. That should do it.
You tap once on her bedroom door then burst through putting one hand on your hip and snapping your fingers in true drag queen fashion. "Oh girlfriend, do we have work to do!" For a moment your daughter just stares at you like she has no idea who you are, then she bursts into a fit of giggles.
"Daddy what are you doing?" She pulls the towel she's wrapped around herself a little tighter and tucks it in at her bust, its all she's wearing at the moment and you can't help but wonder what she'd look like with it pooled at her feet instead of tucked firmly around her, making your cock stand up and take notice.
You swallow hard and focus on the tasks at hand. "Oh sweetie, you have the dress, but you need the shoes, makeup, jewelry... all the frosting you can stomach!" Moving to her closet you lift the hanger holding her dress, hoist it over your shoulder and strut from the room calling, "Grab some pretty underthings and meet me in the salon!" before you head down the stairs.
Moments later the young lady about to be pampered to within an inch of her life appears in your office which has undergone a quick change. The dress is hanging from the back of the door and there are several shoe boxes lining the small couch that you have in here, not to mention the hair and makeup stuff that litters your desk. "Come in, come in darling!" You slip an arm around her shoulders and practically drag her to your desk chair spinning her around and around before stopping the chair so it faces the couch. "First the shoes!"
You open the boxes in the order your wife has suggested, first a pair of white flats with cute little bows on that your daughter has borrowed before. These are met with a wrinkled nose. "Daddy I'm not a little girl anymore I want something... more grown up."
You nod, tossing the shoes back into the box and dumping it onto the floor. Next a pair of black shoes with modest heels that have a strip of white over the toe, she looks from the shoes to the dress and back then shakes her head. "Oh you're right so the wrong way, we need something fresh, something delightfully new!"
You toss the box shoes and all over your shoulder and move onto the next box, this one contains the shoes that your wife wants her to wear, they match the dress almost perfectly, have a modest two inch heel and open toes. However as expected your daughter frowns thoughtfully, not sure if those are the best choice since there is one more box sitting on the couch and she knows her mother has better shoes than these that she wears on occasion.
Setting these aside you reach for the last box, slowly pulling the top off and exposing a beautiful pair of orange tinted coral shoes with six inch spiked heels and sandal straps. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when she sees these shoes then a sly look comes over her face, after all you're her Daddy you'd let her get away with something she knows her Mommy would disapprove of. "THOSE!" She declares firmly.
"Ah you have wonderful taste sweet cheeks!" Kneeling you gently lift her right foot into your lap, collect the right shoe and slip the 'Cinderella slipper' on your daughter's foot carefully fastening the strap so that it come off by accident. Glancing up you notice that her towel has slipped a little baring her creamy thigh, it makes your heart race and your prick throb as you contemplate sliding your hands up along that soft fur.
Her delighted giggle pulls your attention back to the shoe that you have just fitted to her delicate paw. "Just right!" Back in character again you shift her foot to the floor and pick up the left, placing a soft kiss on her big toe before you lift the second shoe and just as carefully slide into place, buckling the tiny strap over her ankle. Again you look up, noticing that more of her thighs are exposed and just the shadow of the towel hides her most intimate place from your sight. Your rebellious prick gives another delighted throb and you silently tell it to behave itself, after all this is your daughter!
She pulls her foot from your hands and stands up, brushing the towel against your nose before you manage to sit back some and give her room to prance about a little. "Oh Daddy they're perfect!" Her arms are around your neck and she's kissing you all over your face so you automatically wrap your arms around her holding her tight for a few moments and laughing at her merriment.
Phase one is complete, now for phase two!