Girl’s Night

Girl’s Night

After school, Fiona went back to her mother’s house, where she passed the time with a little studying, a little TV, and a little more sketching. In the early evening, Elyssa Sykora arrived to pick her up on her motorcycle.

For the first time since the morning, Adam found himself wondering about the mechanism by which he had come to inhabit his daughter’s body. The feeling of wrapping his arms around Elyssa and holding his body tightly against hers as they rode her motorcycle through the city streets was, in a way, the fulfillment of a fantasy that Adam had never dared to have, ever since Fifi had befriended the exceptional girl. His hands - or rather, Fiona’s - were tantalizingly close to Elyssa’s tits, and her cunt. Adam wondered whether the arousal in his mind was his own, or his daughter’s. Adam had never known Fifi to be attracted to girls, but for his own selfish reasons right then, he hoped that tonight she was.

The plan for the night was to dye Fiona’s hair pink for the comic convention she would be attending the next day. That process, Adam learned, would take a few hours. He didn’t mind. Despite not knowing the people or assignments or videos about which the girls talked, Adam quite enjoyed having two playful teenage girls tending him, touching him, with their youthful breasts often inches from his face.

The girls didn’t want to risk staining their good clothes, so they had all changed into their sleeping outfits. Elyssa was wearing just peach boyshorts and a threadbare Ramones T-shirt. Its holes were numerous and large enough that it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, although Adam never would have guessed that from the shape of her chest.

Gretchen, the redhead, was wearing a plain white tank top and pajama bottoms. Gretchen was pretty by anyone’s standards, but in a room with Elyssa, she was simply outshined. Fiona was wearing a T-shirt with Japanese cartoon characters on the front, and gym shorts. She, too, wasn’t wearing a bra, and the feeling of the cotton shirt on her nipples when she moved was another new guilty pleasure.

The girls took a break for pizza and half of a cheesy horror movie between the bleaching and dying steps. Elyssa paused the movie when Dr. Sykora came into the livingroom.

“Do you girls need anything before I turn in?” He asked affectionately.

“No thanks, Dad. We’re good,” Elyssa replied.

“All right, well, you four have fun,” the doctor said, looking Fiona in the eyes before he left.

“‘You four’? What did he mean by that?” Fiona asked, her voice once again infusing the question with child-like innocence.

“He says weird stuff like that all the time,” Gretchen said dismissively.

“Yeah,” Elyssa agreed. “He’s always got a reason when he does things like that, but it’s usually never worth the trouble to figure it out.”

Once, near the end of the hair work, Elyssa asked if Fiona was ready to tell them about her “new guy”. Fiona grinned devilishly and said no. She clearly enjoyed the mystique of her new romance.

Fiona spent the night in Elyssa’s double bed with Gretchen while Elyssa slept on the couch. The temptation gnawed at Adam. Fantasies danced in his head about what would happen between the three girls, if he had the power to take control of Fifi’s body.