Daughter For A Day

slightly more casual than formal

"Sit down on the bed," I instructed.

It was rare for the both of us to be in my bedroom, not because I didn't like Leo going in there, he had just always been happy spending the majority of his time in his own room.

Being a single woman of some ten years, my room was exactly how I wanted it to be, no influences from anyone else, certainly not from any man. It was, therefore, a very feminine room, flowery wallpaper hanging from two of the walls, baby pink paint covering the other two, and a slightly darker shade of pink, almost wine colored plush carpet on the floor.

One corner was dominated by three large angled floor length vintage mirrors designed to allow me to see my outfit from multiple angles at once. Next to that was the entrance to a rather large walk-in closet, on the opposite wall, a door into my own private bathroom. The bed was fittingly 'queen sized' (as opposed to 'king'), and was covered in beautiful turquoise bedding, four plump sleeping pillows and ten smaller, decorative, throw pillows at the head.

There was a large white chest of drawers in the far corner, and opposite, beside the bed, was my dressing table, complete with a generously sized mirror and cute black chair with a pink cushion.

The room was bathed in sunlight as large windows dominated one wall, a large vase in the center proudly displaying a bunch of summery flowers. It was an incredibly cute room to spend time in.

"To start off," I began, knowing this would be my only opportunity to experience what it might be like to have a daughter, so I was ready to milk it for all I could. "I thought you might like to try on some of my dresses, see how you feel in them, get an idea of which style you might like to wear for the party. You can decide which ones you like best and then we can start thinking about choosing the perfect one to wear to the party. But first, go into the bathroom and strip down to your underwear, put on one of my robes. There's a couple of them on the back of the door."

Leo stood and headed over to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. A few moments later he returned, wearing my long silky pink bathrobe. I found it interesting he had chosen the pink silk one rather than the plain fluffy white terrycloth one which was also hanging up in there, but I didn't ask, I just smiled.

"Okay, you just stand there and I'll pick out your first dress."

Leo was clearly a little nervous as he stood beside the bed in my robe. He didn't have to wait long though. Almost as soon as I stepped into my walk-in closet, I had chosen his first dress.

Being a fashionable woman with a moderate shopping addiction, I had plenty of outfits to choose from, but I had already picked out a selection of dresses in my head, I had started thinking about it as soon as I found myself warming to the idea of Leo wanting to do this, as I lay in bed the night before.

"Here, try this one," I  suggested as I emerged from the closet and carried the first dress over to where Leo was standing. I held it up in front of myself for a few moments, modeling it for him.

It was a long dress of thin cotton, slightly more casual than formal, but it looked and felt rather smart. It had a navy floral design to one side and towards the lower half of the skirt, and also on the hanger was a small navy cardigan to cover the shoulders.

"Okay, take your robe off and put your arms up in the air."

Leo did as he was told and I lifted the dress over his head, letting it fall into place. I then gave each side of the skirt a gentle tug to smooth out a couple of creases.

The cardigan was a perfect addition, Leo put it on with no hassle and outfit one was complete. It wasn't a perfect fit, of course, he was missing my modest bust for one, but I was surprised how close in size we actually were.