Comic Convention

Comic Convention

Fiona returned home early the next morning and spent a good length of time curling her hair and putting the finishing touches on her costume. By the time the minivan picked her up, she was wearing cat ears, paw mittens, and a tail, with a blue blazer, white blouse, knee-high socks, and a ridiculously short skirt. She carried with her a giant foam sword.

All throughout the convention, Adam tried to figure out which of the five boys from the comic club was Fifi’s boyfriend. They all seemed quite fond of her, and they all struck him as non-threatening: exactly the sort of boys a father would approve of. Fiona was sweet toward all of them, but never showed any interest that matched the fiery young love from the previous day’s sexting.

Fiona really was in her element at the convention. All sorts of men paid attention to her, of course. She teased them a little, but Adam gathered that she was just acting in-character. There were lots of pictures and the occasional improvised skit with strangers wearing similar costumes. And of course, the club members attended some panels, browsed booths, and shook hands with people that Adam assumed were famous.

Once they left the convention, the boys of the comic club and Fiona drove to a house where they talked about everything they’d seen and swapped photos.

As things were winding down, one of the boys asked, “Hey Fiona, would it be all right if we finished things out like we did last time?”

Fiona took a moment to answer: a dainty, “Mmm, I guess?” But her hesitation was an act - something was happening in her body right away. Adam didn’t have enough experience with the sensations of a female body to know that Fiona’s vagina was expanding, her labia swelling, and her clitoris stiffening. He knew that he was feeling something through his daughter, and unconsciously, he liked it.

Fiona sat down on a blanket that one of the boys laid out for her, while the boys gathered around. Then, to Adam’s surprise, the boys all dropped their pants and started playing with themselves. You wouldn’t call what Fiona did a strip tease, exactly, but she was removing her clothes, starting with her jacket and neckerchief. She twisted her head and shoulders all around and wriggled from one position to another to give each boy a variety of views. She smiled at them while they stroked their cocks in front of her and she unbuttoned her blouse.

Adam couldn’t believe this was happening - he couldn’t believe that his little girl could ever tricked into such a depraved act. And yet he could feel just how excited - and how happy - the boys’ adoration was making her.