Fades 2: Daddy, Please! (Chapter 4) (Patreon)

Chapter 4.

Melissa looked forward to her date all day. She liked Matthew. She also liked the idea of going out on a date. Additionally, she liked the idea that Matthew devoted to her. Devoted was the word she used. The truth was that Matthew was obsessed.

It wasn't until the sixth period that Melissa remembered that she was babysitting tonight. She certainly couldn't go out on a date and babysit at the same time. She really wanted to go out with Matthew. She remembered waiting for him to ask her out and he finally had. She wasn't going to blow her date with Matthew just because she had to work tonight. She would have to get someone to fill in for her.

“Daddy, can you help me?”

“What's wrong, princess.”

“I have a date tonight.”

“Yeah?”

“I'm babysitting too.”

“OK.”

“I need you to babysit for me.”

“What?”

“I can't get anyone else. I need you.”

“I can't babysit.”

“But, Daddy, I need you. If I get someone else, she'll think I'm unreliable.”

“Same if I go.”

“I was thinking. You know I told you about that swap thing yesterday?”

“Uh-huh.”

“We could swap jobs for the night, and no one would know anything is different.”

“Swap jobs?”

“Yeah, just for the night.”

“That is the craziest thing I have ever heard.”

“Daddy, please help me. Only you can.” Melissa knew how to manipulate her father. It was in her voice; it was in her eyes.

Dad's heart broke. He didn't see any harm in it. “Oh, OK.”

The swap was made. Melissa prepared herself for her date. Dad waited until he had to leave to babysit. There wasn't any special preparation that dad needed.

By the time Matthew arrived to pick Melissa up for their date, dad was already gone.

Melissa couldn't make Matthew wait for her. She had to answer the door herself.

“Hello.”

“Hello.”

“You look very pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, I am.”

The pair walked towards Matthew's car. Matthew opened the door for Melissa.

“I've been looking forward to going out with you for a long time,” Matthew told her.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I just love your ass.  You are so sexy!”

Melissa didn't know Matthew very well. She found him to be very crude. Matthew wasn't in love with Melissa, he just lusted after her. There was one thing on his mind: sex. Matthew was very plain about it. It only took a few short minutes for Melissa to realize that going out with Matthew was a big mistake. Melissa wasn't as intuitive as Deanna had been. Not that Melissa remembered swapping anything with Deanna.

Despite being creepy, Matthew didn't force himself on Melissa. He did the best he could, but Melissa put him off. Unsatisfied, Matthew asked Melissa for another date.

“I don't think that's a good idea.”

“But I love you.”

“You don't know what love is.”

“I do. I do love you. I want to show you.”

“I don't think we should go out again.”

Melissa returned to her house, glad that the night was over. It wasn't though. Less than half an hour later, Matthew phoned. The 'stalking' that Deanna had experienced belonged to Melissa now. She didn't know what to do about it.

Melissa left her room and walked over to the master bedroom. Dad was sitting at his desk. His cosmetics were moved to the side to give him a place to lay down his notebook. Dad was doing his homework. It was apparently the work for his history class. Melissa wondered why dad didn't finish his homework while he was babysitting.

Melissa paused at the door. She wondered if she should tell dad about the boy who was harassing her. Matthew did go to the same school that dad attended. Maybe she could have dad talk to him. Matthew was only one grade ahead of dad. Maybe dad could set him straight.

After a moment of thought, Melissa began to realize she was overreacting. She did go on a date. She should give Matthew a few days to calm down. If after a few days there was still a problem, she would tell dad to talk to the boy.

The following morning, Melissa and her father awoke at about the same time. It would take them both a while to get ready for their day. Both had their beauty regimen, although Melissa's wasn't as extensive. Dad did only need to wear jeans and a t-shirt to school. Melissa had to put on a nice skirt suit for her job. She worked in an office where a professional looking appearance was mandatory. She took care to accessorize her outfit with the proper jewelry and accessories. She wore pantyhose as was expected even though she didn't shave her legs.

Finishing getting dressed at about the same time, Melissa and her dad sat for breakfast.

“How was your date last night?”

“Not too good. I don't think that boy is for me.”

“Oh.”

“Do you know him, Matthew Cavanaugh? He goes to your school.”

“I don't think he's in any of my classes.”

“He's a grade above you.”

“I don't know him.”

“That's not important. I'm not going to see him anymore.”

The pair made small talk until it was time for Melissa to leave. On the way out, she scraped her leg against some furniture. A large unmistakable run developed in her hose.

“Damn it!”

Melissa knew these were the only colored hose that went with the suit she was wearing. She had two choices; both would make her late. She could buy another pair of hose on the way to work, or she could change her entire outfit. Neither were good solutions. She had an early meeting and couldn't be late.  Walking in with her disheveled hose wasn't an option either.

“Daddy, can you help me?”

“What's wrong.”

“Daddy, can you swap clothing with me?”

“What?”

“I don't have time to change, but remember I told you I have this power. I can swap traits with anyone as long as I have their permission.”

“I remember.”

“Well swap clothing with me.”

“You want me to go to school wearing a girl's suit?”

“No one will think anything is wrong. They will treat you like you are wearing what you normally do.”

“I don't want to wear your clothes.”

“I need you to help me out. I can't be late. I have this important meeting.”

“They won't mind you are in jeans?”

“They'll think it's normal.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Daddy, please, you have to help me. It'll just be for one day and then we'll swap back.”

“How can no one notice that I'm now wearing girl's clothing.”

“It's magic. If we swap it will seem like it's always been that way.”

“It's not going to work.”

“Daddy, please, try.”

Dad didn't believe it would work so he agreed. “Alright.”

“I wish to swap clothing with dad.” For good measure, Melissa added, “Give him my taste in fashion too.”

“Didn't work.”

“You have to agree.”

“I already said 'OK'.”

Melissa expected them to swap clothing, but that wasn't what happened. Dad wasn't wearing the skirt-suit that Melissa had been wearing with the torn hose. He was wearing a silky satin tube top in a teal floral pattern with spaghetti straps that left his upper chest and shoulders bare. The tube top was tight around his lower chest and stomach then the top flared out around his hips. He paired it with no-stretch black mom jeans and pink open-toe flats. The nail polish on his toes could be clearly seen. It was teal to match his top.  He was dressed like a co-ed.

Melissa found herself in a navy men's suit with navy socks and black oxford shoes. The run in her hose problem had disappeared.

“I didn't expect it to happen like this!”

“What did you expect.”

“Not this. But I don't have time. I have to go. We'll swap back tonight.”

“Bye.”

Melissa had to run to catch the bus. She couldn't drive to work as her father had, she didn't have a license or a car.

Dad had time to look at himself when Melissa had left. He looked in a mirror, what he was wearing was a shock. But that didn't mean it didn't look good.

Dad had seen Melissa wear this type of thing before. He didn't exactly approve of it, but he didn't protest. Melissa said all the girls were wearing this type of thing.  After a moment when the shock had dissipated, dad started to smile. He realized in some way that he had chosen this outfit. He liked the way he looked in it. It showed off a little skin, but not too much. His tummy was completely covered. That was the main thing. The school wouldn't allow him to show his midriff, but his shoulders were fine. That is as long as there was some sort of straps. If he had cleavage, it could be completely hidden by this top.

As dad turned from the mirror, he realized something. He would swap back to his masculine clothes tonight. This was his one opportunity to wear pretty apparel to school. He liked his top, it was very pretty, but since this would be the only day he could wear clothes like these to school, he decided to wear something other than jeans. He could wear jeans anytime. Today he would wear a skirt.

Dad walked to his closet. He knew there would be skirts and dresses in there. He found a slip skirt that coordinated well with his top. He knew that as long as the skirt was below his knees there wouldn't be any trouble. He also swapped out his flats for a pair of clunky booties.

Changing out of his jeans and into his skirt, the only concern he had about wearing panties was that they were appropriate for the skirt he was wearing. They were.

Pleased with his look, he grabbed his purse and his backpack and left for school.

Melissa walked hurriedly towards the bus stop. She left her house later than she wanted to but knew she can still get to the bus before it arrives. She is wearing a navy suit jacket, with a white collared shirt. Her striped tie hangs between her breasts which are unsupported by any bra. They bounce under her shirt with every step. No one seems to care if anyone notices at all.

Melissa's phone indicates the arrival of a new message. She can hear the jingle from her pants pocket. Her pockets are filled as she doesn't carry a purse anymore. She has her wallet in one of her front pockets. The other front pocket contains her makeup: lipstick, blush, and eye shadow. She carries those in case she needs a fix-up during the day. In her back pockets are her phone and her keys.

On the bus, Melissa checks her messages. There are several from Matthew.

“I had a great time last night.”

“I would love to see you again.”

“You are so fucking hot.”

“I want to see you naked.”

“Let's go out again. I want to play with your tits.”

There were several other messages. Most seemed creepy to Melissa. She was determined to not go out with him anymore. She ignored all the messages.

More messages came during the ride to work.

Melissa finally replied, “At work, can't talk now. Don't message me!”

Matthew didn't let up. Melissa finally had to silence her phone during the meeting.

After the meeting, Melissa went straight to the lady's room to fix her makeup. She pulled what she needed out of her pocket and placed it on the counter. She started with her blush and then her eye shadow. Finally, she touched up her lipstick.

She returned to her desk and looked over the messages on her email and her phone. Melissa liked her work. She was the youngest at the company at fifteen, but she also had lots of seniority too. She was working in middle management. There were many people working under her. She also had a secretary.

Matthew continued to message while her phone was silenced. He also made several phone calls and left a few voice messages. It was clear that Matthew was obsessed with her. She would have to do something about him. Maybe her father could help. He did go to the same school as Matthew. Her father could talk to him and tell him to back off. She knew that her father could be very persuasive if he wanted to.

Dad's day at school was uneventful. He didn't have any friends there. He knew the kids in his class, but that didn't make them his friends. He was friends with a good number of his school mate's fathers though. There were some who he had dated their mothers too. Sarah in his biology class looked very much like her mother who dad had had an intimate relationship with for several months. He didn't know if Sarah knew that he slept with her mother. There wasn't any reason to tell her. Sarah was pretty, but she was a little girl. Her mother was a woman.

Dad didn't know what happened to the relationship with Sarah's mother, Hannah. They just seemed to have drifted apart. They didn't break up, he simply just stopped calling. Seeing Sarah reminded him of the good times.

Dad made an appointment to go after school to the beauty salon. He didn't like his short hair. It didn't go with his outfits. He was going to have extensions added and color it to a soft brown that would complement his eyes.  His favorite stylist could fit him in at 3:00. When he told her what he wanted, she told him it could be done. It would take about three hours to do it right and cost several hundred dollars. Dad didn't care about the cost. He had been saving his babysitting money. It was worth the price anyway.

Dad loved his new look. His hair was long and flowy now, with the hint of a wave and the proper highlighting to brighten his face. He looked good. But what was the point in getting all gussied up if he didn't have anyone to share it with? It had been a long time since he had a woman in his life. Dad thought that maybe he should call Hannah and see if he could rekindle their relationship.

While driving home, he phoned her.

“Hannah, it's Jared,” Dad greeted.

“Hello, Jared. Been a long time.”

“Too long. I was thinking of you.”

“You were?”

“Yeah. I don't know what happened to us. But I'm sure it was all my fault.  I was just down at the salon. I got a new look. I'm a new man. I want for us to start over! Go out with me.”

“Hmm, maybe.”

Dad believed that a maybe really meant yes. If she meant 'No' she would have said so.

“How about tomorrow? I'll take you out to The Lobster's Nest.”

Both knew that restaurant. It was very elegant. Melissa had the high-paying job, but dad still had his credit cards.

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“I don't know.”

“I'll pick you up at 6:30.”

“OK.”

“See you then.”

“Bye.”

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