Our daughter Jan was three weeks past 18 and eagerly looking forward to the freedom she’d have when she moved away for college next month. As I climbed in bed my wife Emily told me, “I think Jan’s going to get herself in big trouble at college. She thinks she knows everything there is to know about love and sex because she kissed a boy and let him feel her boobs through her shirt. I told her she needs to use condoms when she starts having sex, so she doesn’t get pregnant or catch a disease. She keeps resisting. One of her friends had sex with condoms and told her they weren’t worth it since bareback feels better. I’m really worried for her.”

I reassured my wife, “I know how to change her mind. I’ll take care of it.” I kissed her goodnight.

The next afternoon I told Jan, “To celebrate you going to college, I’m going to get you a few gifts. Put your shoes on and let’s go to town.”

She was only 18, but I easily got her in the sex shop. I told the clerk at the front, “My daughter just turned 21 and we need some things to help with her adult education. She’s a virgin and I figure she should know what she’s doing, before she gets involved with any boys.”

The guy licked his lips and I could see he was thinking about things other than business. He paused a long time, before saying; “Yup, that’s wise. Probably check the right side of the store first. The big stuff in back might scare her.”

I turned toward the left and saw a shelf of sex education books. I opened one titled ‘Manual of Sexually Transmitted Diseases’ and showed her several pictures. I sarcastically asked, “Don’t herpes and gonorrhea look nice? I bet they hurt and itch a lot, but so pretty!” She gagged and looked ready to puke.

Next we saw the bin of discount magazines. They had packages of 3 or 4 old porn mags wrapped in plastic together. Those were much cheaper, since they were several months or a year old. Fortunately, pictures of a naked body don’t go bad with age. I passed Jan a thick stack and said, “Those weigh about the same as a baby. I bet you can’t wait to carry one around all day, right?” She sighed and shook her head.

I led her over to the toy section, since I thought that might get a big reaction. I knew she hadn’t even heard of half the things in the shop. Two elderly men were holding hands and watching us. My daughter was blushing and sweating, highly embarrassed and stressed out. I told her, “Let’s get some toys for you to practice with.” I held up two dildos in each hand and asked her, “Would you like small, medium, large, or ‘UNGH! YEAH!’”

She covered her face with her hands, totally flabbergasted. I shook the toys a little and watched them wobble with her as she peeked between her fingers. “Don’t be afraid. They’re just rubber and plastic. I think maybe you want to start with a ‘small’?” She turned an even darker shade of red and nodded shyly. “And maybe a ‘medium’ later?” She nodded again, still trying to hide as much of her face as possible.

“Ok, hold these a minute.” She held the sex toys very gingerly, like I had just passed her live grenades. I yelled at least 30 feet across the store to the clerk in front, “The medium rubber Dippy-Dongs here are only in blue. Do you have any red or black ones?”

The last thing Jan wanted was more attention. “EEK!” She obscenely held the dildos in front of her face, trying to hide behind them. The clerk smiled and walked over. The two elderly gentlemen were enjoying the show, as well as a woman wearing about 20 pieces of face jewelry and a dog collar.

The clerk was kind and asked her, “He said you’re a virgin?” Jan froze, then nodded after a few seconds. The clerk suggested, “For a first time, you probably want something small but firmer, like these vibrators. A soft dildo won’t penetrate a hymen as easily. Have you done anal sex before?”