CHAPTER V -- DANNI GETS HER MAN
It was that October that Adonis Nero popped up on our radar. He'd started out as an underling in a criminal organization out west some years back and had slowly worked his way up to taking it over. Now he'd expanded his operations to Crescent City. Danielle and I busted up a few of his schemes but he proved difficult to implicate in any criminal activity. My daughter took the lead in our efforts to bring him to justice and her detective skills eventually allowed her to connect him to an arsonist-for-hire who'd been operating on the docks.
It was late one Friday night just after the holidays when we finally were able to assist the police in apprehending Nero. Turns out his home had a secret escape tunnel leading to the sewer system. Unfortunately, he ducked into it and while Danni and I eventually caught up to him, it wasn't before our costumes were thoroughly befouled.
With Nero safely in the hands of the local police, Danielle and I returned home. As soon as we entered, she declared she was going to spend a week in the shower before she'd feel clean again and made a beeline for her bathroom. I felt the same way and headed to my room where I stripped naked and dropped my costume in the hamper to be washed (or possibly incinerated) later.
I entered my en-suite bathroom and stepped behind the glass door of my walk-in shower. It was pretty big, 60 inches by 48. Probably more than I really needed, to be honest. But when Angela and I had inherited the house from my parents, we'd remodeled the upstairs, turning the guest room into the bathroom connected to my bedroom and installing the shower as our extravagant luxury. We'd showered together many times but since her death, I hadn't shared it with anyone. That was about to change.
I had barely begun to clean myself under the warm water when I heard my daughter's voice behind me. "Daddy, the water's not running in my bathroom again" she said.
Without turning around, I said "I'll call the plumber tomorrow. I'll let you know when I'm finished in here and you can use my shower."
"Screw that" she responded. "I stink too much to wait. There's enough room in there for us both."
With that, she opened the door and stepped inside the shower. I was both shocked and irritated at this intrusion into my personal space. We were usually considerate about avoiding seeing each other naked. It's true that I'd walked into her room once without knocking a few months ago when a Guardian Society emergency came up. She'd been standing there nude with her back to me and I'd quickly retreated while apologizing. But I'd learned my lesson and that was the only incident. I turned around to ask her to leave but the words dried up in my throat as I beheld the strange vision before me.
Danielle had altered her form to appear as sexless as possible. Her chest was flat, with no breasts or nipples visible. Her arms were normal, but hips and legs were less rounded. Her crotch was a blank expanse of skin, with nothing to indicate her gender. She gently pushed me to the side so she could step into the spray of water, allowing me to see that she'd flattened her ass as well.
Danni caught my expression of surprise and explained. "I call this my doll form. Aunt Marie and I designed it when she started teaching me how to be a girl. It was in case I should ever be captured by a villain with lewd intentions. The idea was to make myself as unappealing as possible. What do you think?"
"It's about the weirdest form I've seen you wear" I admitted. "But what about me? You've kind of got me at a disadvantage here."
"Oh, I guess I didn't think about that" she said with a quick look at my dangling member. "To be honest, penises aren't a big deal to me. I saw them a lot back when I was Daniel. Well, it was mostly mine, but still, don't worry about it"
With that, she reached over to take my shampoo bottle and pour some into her hand. She had her back to me as she lathered up her hair. I resigned myself to the strange circumstance I was in and moved behind her to run my fingers through her long hair. "Let me take care of that" I offered her.
"Oooh, thanks Daddy. That feels real nice" she happily said.
"It's been too long since I washed a woman's hair" I told her. "Feels nice. Smells nice too. If you're not careful, I might try to make it a habit."
"I could totally live with that" she admitted. "My own personal hair washer. I like how that sounds."
I rinsed her hair out and applied another bit of shampoo. She probably didn't need it, but I was enjoying taking care of her. After I rinsed her hair out a second time, she offered to return the favour. So I bent over slightly to allow her to reach my hair a little easier. Like her, I enjoyed the sensation of having someone else wash my hair. She took her time, doing a thorough job of lathering my strands and rinsing them out.
With her job done, she turned around and asked me to wash her back, which I was happy to do. I grabbed a washcloth, soaped it up and got to work. But with her ass cheeks nowhere to be found, I realized I wasn't sure how low I was supposed to go. So I gathered up my nerve and told her "Honey, I know you were trying to spare my feelings, but this doll thing is a little silly. You can just be your normal self. I don't mind."
"Really Daddy? Are you sure?" she asked me.
I said "Sure" and watched as she turned back into a normal young adult woman. Her body returned to its normal proportions and I saw her height drop a little, indicating the mass she's displaced was back to where it should be.
"Thanks Daddy" she said. "That feels better. It was taking some concentration for me to stay like that. It's not a very natural way to be."
"No problem kiddo" I said as I got back to washing her back. "To be honest, that flat butt of yours was offending my sensibilities. I'm kind of an ass man and what you were doing to yours was heartbreaking. A good butt is a terrible thing to waste"
She laughed at that. "Why thank you, kind sir" she said with an exaggerated posh accent. "I'm glad you approve of it. Since you think it's so nice, I will grant you the opportunity to wash it."
I almost stopped what I was doing when she said that. Washing each other's hair and backs was one thing. But her ass, well, I couldn't help but wonder if that was crossing a line. As I continued running the soapy washcloth down her back, I debated whether or not I should accept her invitation to touch my favourite part of a woman's anatomy.
Part of this was my own fault. She had changed herself to not be sexually attractive and I was the one who'd asked her to change back. And she wasn't the one who'd started talking about her ass. That was me again. We were in a situation we'd never been in before and making up the protocol as we went along. She was my daughter and we loved each other and we were pampering each other. Could it be sensual without being sexual? I didn't see why not. And there'd be fabric between my hand and her flesh anyway.
All of this went through my minds in less than a second. My decision made, I let my hand drop to her right ass cheek and I rubbed it with the washcloth. I was gentle but still pressed her skin. After all, we had spent the evening in the sewers so we really did need a good washing. I pressed a little into her ass crack but not too much. I was still leery of going too far. I decided to adopt a "quid pro quo" approach to what I was doing. I washed her ass the way I wanted her to wash mine when it would be her turn to do so. That seamed reasonable enough.
Another debate popped into my head over what parts of her, if any, were entirely off-limits. Her arms and shoulders would obviously be okay. Her legs too, though that would require me getting to my knees and getting my face near her nether regions. Would that be okay with her? And would I be okay with that? And if she decided to return the favour, her head would be close to my penis. Was that alright? I resolved to simply go with the flow and do what I felt like doing. Danielle was old enough to decide what she liked and didn't like. If I were to do something that made her feel uncomfortable, I knew she'd let me know.
I dropped down to my knees and ran the washcloth up and down her legs. My face was very close to her ass and I had to admit it looked damn fine close up. I tore my eyes away from it and looked up to see Danni staring over her shoulder down at me.
"So Mr. Ass Man," she said. "How's the view down there?"
"I'll put it to you this way" I answered. "If you're ever mad at me, don't say "Kiss my ass, Dad" because I will do exactly that. Seriously. Do not give me an excuse."
I said it halfway in jest, but I could tell she was considering saying it. I decided to remove the temptation from either of us.
"Now turn around so I can wash the rest of you" I instructed her.
She did so and I got a good look at her naked from the front. Her breasts were rounder than I was used to seeing from Marie or even my Angela. Both of them had teardrop-shaped breasts but Danni's stood firm. I briefly wondered if it was youth or her powers that kept gravity from affecting them. Her nipples were a light brown colour and were sticking out about a half inch with areolas about an inch in diameter. I estimated her to be about a 36 C cup, which suited her 5'4" hourglass figure. I may be an ass man, but I had to admit Danielle had a damn fine rack too.
