My name is Christa, I am 18 years old with a well developed body. I am 5'6 115 pounds with C cup breasts with green eyes. Most would consider me mildly gothic in appearance I keep my hair short and dye it black and I like to wear dark clothes. My mom died when I was 9 and I've been living with my dad ever since. We get along fine I guess I stay out of his way and he stays out of mine.
I was getting ready for school in my room nude looking into my standing mirror admiring my freshly trimmed bush wondering why I went through the trouble since nobody has seen it except for me. I was snapped out of my thoughts when my father started yelling up the stairs telling me breakfast was ready. I quickly got dressed and ran down to eat.
"Good morning, dad." I said gingerly while sitting down for my daddy's famous omlette.
"Good morning sweet-heart. Now hurry up and eat, you need to get to school." he said.
"Ok daddy." I said then started my meal. After I was done I got my school supplies and drove to school. I was at my locker when I over heard some girls talking about a party later on tonight. I looked at who was saying it and saw that it was Catherine, She was the most popular girl in school and I really wanted to be apart of her crowd. I figured now was as good as any to try and get in good with Cat so got up the nerve and walked up to her. "Hi Cat, can I come to the party?"
"Oh…hi Christa . No I don't think…umm yea sure but it's a toga party so you have to wear one or you can't come."
"But I don't have a toga." I said discouraged.
"All you need to do is make one out of your bed sheets." she said knowingly.
"Oh, ok where is it?"
"It's at my house, be there 9 o'clock. And don't where either your bra or panties cause that would just look tacky." she said and walked off talking and laughing with her friends.
"Umm ok I'll see you then." I was so excited that she finally invited me come to one of her parties that I left school early and went home to make my toga. It took me hours but I finally perfected it by using a bed sheet, a belt, and some golden rope from an old Halloween costume. I tried it on but after I saw the outlines of my bra and panties through the fabric I decided I would have to go without. After I took off my underwear I heard the front door open and heard my dad asking if anyone was home. I ran down the stairs to show my dad my toga. "Hi daddy, do you like?"
"What are you wearing that for?" he asked curiously.
"I was invited to a toga party tonight." I said beaming.
"Well I guess that's ok but…are you wearing underwear?" he said flatly.
"No cause it looks tacky when you can see the outlines of them." I replied.
"No daughter of mine is going to a party like that so you go back to your room and put them on now." he said angrily.
"But dad I.." I started.
"No buts. You either wear underwear or you don't go and that's final." he demanded. "No daughter of mine is going to look like a slut no matter what kind of party you are going to."
I stomped back up to my room and put my underwear back on. Then I realized that my dad had never talked to me that way before and I noticed that I got slightly aroused but quickly dismissed it. I stayed in my room until it was time to leave and went downstairs ready to find my dad standing at the door waiting for me. "Hi dad."
"Hello Christa." he said examining my toga. "Ok I guess your going to the party now."