Note: This story is purely fictional. It is also my first story on this website, so feel free to give me advice.
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It's the beginning of April 2020. The Coronavirus is all over the news, and we are all being told, to self-isolate and work from home. Therefore, I am stuck at home, with my 18 year old daughter, Emma. She's mostly sitting with her Mac, continuing college through online studies and work-groups. She's mostly sitting in the couch in our living room, with her feet kicked up. I usually sit at the dining table with my laptop working from home, trying to keep up with stuff piling up.
Anyway, I was sitting a Wednesday afternoon, overhearing my daughter talking with hey study group. They were doing some geography thing, but all spend the time, walking through Google Street View, exploring the world, but not really do something productive. I didn't blame her, it was hard to focus on being productive these days. I caught myself watching her, seeing how she had grown these last years. She had a bit of a tomboy-ish look. Shoulder length brown hair, just above the shoulders. And when the sun was shining directly on it, it had a reddish tint as well. She had that from her mom, whom I divorced when Emma was 11. But her figure was a bit different. The small frame, B cup chest, and a rather "plump" butt compared to her thin body. She would stand a head length lower than me, so when we hugged standing up, she would have her head resting on my chest.
Oh, how she had grown, but in my eyes, she was still my shy little girl. She hadn't really been dating much, although she had a thing with a guy named Charles two years ago. They didn't go well together I thought, but they stayed together for a couple of months before breaking up. I never really knew how far they went in their relationship. I never saw them kiss, but since Emma was rather shy, she would never tell me if they actually did something. Even though I was rather close with her, she kept most of the relationship stuff secret, and some she shared with her mother.
I snapped out of the trance I was in, watching her as she spoke with her school friends. How wonderfully cute she was, but I had to get this work stuff done. But the admiration of her still lingered in my mind, and I admittedly struggled to keep up with work, as she was sitting there. That is when I overheard her mentioning prom night next Friday, how it was cancelled too, due to the Coronavirus and the school being close. She was wearing her earphones, so I couldn't tell what her girl friends said, but they all seemed to be sad, that prom night was cancelled. Especially Emma was sad, since she loved every excuse she had for dressing up nicely. I heard a sigh, and she looked up from the screen. She didn't look at me, but just out into nowhere. I could tell that she had really been looking forward to prom night. She shifted her look over at me and gave me a little smile before shifting focus back onto the screen of her laptop.
As a father, you can tell when your child is upset, and I could tell that she was upset about having her college prom night. I got the fantastic idea, of having a prom night here at home, with just her and me. Later that day, I spoke to her mother since she knew her size better than me, and I went out to do grocery shopping. At least that is what I told Emma. Some stores were still open this time, mostly grocery stores. But my main goal was to go to a fancy clothes store that was also open. I told the store worker that I needed a pretty prom dress for my daughter, and handed her a piece of paper, with the size numbers that my ex-wife had given me. Damn, girls don't just have Small, Medium and Large, they actually have specific numbers. Anyway, 3 minutes later, the store clerk approached me with this lovely white dress, with beige highlights down the legs. It had shoulder straps, and was cut just above the chest, in a horizontal line. I had it wrapped in a present, and also received this plastic tiara, so I could crown her "Prom Queen". Since it was made of plastic, I went to the jewelry store next door and got a pretty necklace that would really suit her.
Thursday went by as normally, and I had found a suit that would fit the dress I bought for Emma. The necklace was also gift wrapped, and I had found some balloons and made a big board that said, "PROM NIGHT". Everything was planned out, and Emma had no idea, it was perfect.
Friday came, and we had both finished our school and work stuff for this week, ready to enjoy a weekend just her and me. She sat in the living room watching Netflix, as I watched her from the open kitchen we had, preparing food but also two drinks with some sparkling cider, with a slight bit of alcohol. It was all a part of my surprise to her, and the plan was made easy as she yelled "I'll be in the shower!" and walked towards the bathroom.
This was the perfect opportunity for me, and I quickly placed the gift-wrapped dress in her bedroom, along with a note:
"Wear this and meet me in the living room. -Dad."
Knowing that she enjoyed long showers, I went back into our living room and hung up the "PROM NIGHT" board, inflated some balloons, dimmed the light, and had some other fancy decorations hung up. I turned the stereo on with some classic romantic songs, the mood was just perfect. I heard the water from the shower stopped running, and I mentally prepared for this little surprise. She opened the bathroom door and went down the hallway into her room. Quickly, I had put on my own suit, a white shirt, a tie, black pants and a fitting black jacket. I could feel my heartbeat quicken a bit, as I anxiously waited for her to walk into the living room, wearing her new dress. The music continued for a bit, as I heard a gasp of surprise behind me.
"WOW!" Emma said, and came running up to me and gave me a hug.
She was so beautiful, and the dress fit her perfectly, not too tight but still highlighting her little curves across the chest and her plump butt poking out ever so wonderfully. The shoulder-strapped dress revealed her shoulders and upper part of her chest so beautifully, like I have never seen on her before.
"Did you... really do all this?" Emma said.
"I overheard you talking to your friends from school and thought we could just throw our own little prom night," I said.
She gave me a big smile and another big hug. The next song came on, I can't stop loving you by Ray Charles.
"Would this lovely lady care for a dance?" I said, holding out my hand.
"Cheesy, but cute," Emma said with a giggle and took her hand in mine.
We held each other like they do in a waltz, taking some steps from side to side in our living room. Emma smiled at me, and had a little blush appear on her cheeks as I smiled back. The song ended, and the next one queued up, this time You are so beautiful by Michael Bolton. I released my grasp of Emma, and led her into the kitchen, where the Prom Queen crown was sitting on top of the gift wrapped necklace.
"I think that's for you dear, I'll get us something to drink," I said as I opened the fridge to take out two glasses of sparkling cider I had prepared earlier.
I left my jacket and tie on the kitchen table and we walked back into the living room. I placed the two drinks on the table next to us and I noticed her. She almost stood frozen, waiting for anticipation if she was going to get the prom queen crown. I took it in my hand and looked around the room jokingly.
