Although this was submitted for the 2008 Halloween Story Contest, please be aware that it falls under the Incest category, those opposed should avoid.
Many thanks to Gayle for editing my mess and making it readable! You're the best!
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My name is Jim Stevens and the events I'm about to share with you happened only recently, yet even at this point I am still unable to completely express the magnitude of what happened and how my life has changed as a result, but I'll do my very best to paint an accurate picture for you. This may take some time, but if you have a moment you just may find my tale interesting. Here's how it all began.
My wife and I went through a rather messy divorce a few years back, but fortunately we were able to remain civil in front our of only child, our daughter Samantha, or Sam as I usually call her. My ex received the family home as part of the divorce settlement, so I went out on my own and purchased a modest but nice house on the outskirts of the same town. We agreed on joint custody, so I got to see quite a bit of Sam which made things less painful than they otherwise might have been.
Samantha is a senior in high school and is simply the love of my life. Of course I'm biased being her Dad, but I really believe she is the sweetest, brightest, most beautiful young lady you could ever find. She is near the top of her class at school, but also enjoys many other activities that make her such a wonderfully well-rounded kid. On top of that she is amazingly beautiful, with long natural blonde hair, penetrating blue eyes, creamy soft skin, all on a body that would make a Playboy model jealous. She takes more after her mother's family than my own, and possesses her Mom's petite frame.
About a month ago Sam came to me and asked if she could host a Halloween party for some of her friends. As a single father, I try to be as accommodating as I can without being a pushover, so I agreed as long as she was responsible for any entertainment and all cleanup. I also told her that I would have to chaperone as I could not leave a bunch of kids her age unsupervised running amok. My thinking was that it would be easier to keep an eye on her at home than at someone else's place, since I knew some of her friends drank alcohol and bad things could result.
Around the time of the divorce, Sam had gone through a rebellious time when she didn't want to be around me, but just within the last year or so we became much closer once again. In fact, she had become very affectionate, almost as much as she had been as a child. Because of our newfound closeness, I was eager to help make her party a success.
Sam agreed to do everything I asked, and as the weeks went by prior to the party I witnessed her work hard to make the party a memorable occasion. She had friends over decorating, picked up favors and food at the store and even looked on the Internet for party games to play that evening. All in all I was proud of the way she took responsibility and busted her butt to provide a good time for her friends.
A couple of days before the party Sam told me she was going to pick up a costume for me to wear, but I casually tried to decline. My daughter can be very persuasive, and she said that everyone attending the party had to come in costume, no exceptions, so even the chaperone had to be dressed appropriately. I asked what I was to wear and she just smiled widely and said it was a surprise, but that she was sure I'd approve. Her grin made me uneasy, but what's a father to do? I asked Sam what she was wearing, but apparently that too was a surprise.
On the day of the party, Samantha and I ran around finishing the many last-minute details, then we each retired to get showered and ready for the evening's festivities. Sam asked that I wait in my room after my shower and she'd bring me my outfit once she was changed in hers. As I showered I pondered just what I had gotten myself into. A house full of 18 to 20 year olds, most likely bouncing off the walls from too much sugar, plus myself in some silly costume I was sure. Too late to back out I figured, so I got out of the shower and dried myself off, put on a robe and waited for my daughter.
It seemed like I was sitting there twiddling my thumbs for hours, but I'm sure it was only another 20 minutes or so, when I heard a knock at the door. "Daddy, it's me, may I come in?" Sam asked softly through the door.
"Sure Sammy, come on in," I responded. The door swung open, and to say I was dumbstruck by what I saw would be a complete understatement!
My daughter strode into the room, carrying a black garment bag which I assumed contained my costume, but I barely noticed as I couldn't take my eyes off the sight before me. Samantha was dressed in a Catholic schoolgirl outfit, complete with tiny blue and green plaid skirt, white button-down blouse, the tails of which were tied under her breasts exposing her taut tummy, white knee-high stockings and black patent leather shoes. On top of that, Sam had her long blonde hair done in two pig tails, one on each side of her head and flowing over her shoulders. In short, she looked exactly like a woman I had fantasized about millions of times in my life, yet here she was standing right before me.
Sam placed the bag on my bed, then walked up to me with a big smile on her face, performed a pirouette and asked, "So, what do you think Daddy, you like?"
