My legs were like lead walking back into the house, my feet scraping the ground as Victoria and Gloria were happily chatting away. They were extremely excited from the borderline twelve hours of putting me in various sets of clothing.
"Daddy should be a goth femboy," Gloria argued to Victoria, "It is sexy and classy, He has the money for it, and a couple of tattoos would bring out the charms of Daddy," Gloria slowly said, thinking as she thought, "It would also add that mysterious feeling that I think would suit him so well."
"I like goth and Alternative looks definitely suit Richelle the best," Victoria agreed, "But Punk girl is definitely better and would also allow much more flexibility than dresses. It would also allow for the more borderline-appropriate clothing I love seeing on him. He is so cute too in women's clothing that the Punk alternative look is so much more exciting and gives a more dangerous vibe while also making you think about what she is thinking. So you get the dangerous vibe plus that mysterious vibe that you like from your femboys," Victoria replied with her own argument.
They had been going over arguments on what they liked to see me in the most since the first store after the cafe. Gloria, my wonderful daughter, and Victoria, my girlfriend, had been arguing about what vibe was best for me to dress in. They had not stopped and brought me to a half dozen clothing stores to prove. I had been put in classical outfits, goth dresses, Punk outfits, and so many more styles.
They did not stop at normal clothing; there was a cosplay store, and I quickly found out they had my size. They started putting me in various female superhero styles and even joined in picking out male superhero costumes to wear. My face was flushed with embarrassment as I was in photos with them both, playing the female counterpart to dozens of different superhero fandoms, while my daughter and girlfriend were the men.
It also got me a little hard, which I did not like to admit to myself. I never even knew about this side of myself, and it was embarrassing to find myself enjoying women's clothing like that. But being dressed up as Catwoman while my daughter and girlfriend dressed up as Batman to see who fit the image better made me feel really embarrassed. It did not help that the outfit hugged every feature of my body without compromise. To add to it, they purchased dozens of costumes, too, most of them borderline exhibitionist.
Now, I came back with a fake nose piercing through my right nostril and was dressed in a grey tank top with a middle finger on it and shorts that ended at the top of my legs. My legs were clean-shaven, and my shoes were sneakers, which miffed my daughter a bit. She wanted to push for a black lace gothic dress that would have shown off a black bra underneath, with the bottom barely showing the panties, just enough lace to keep them hidden.
The sight of the dress was both cute and, although not explicit, made you feel that it should be. But the punk one was a compromise from the one that they wanted to put on me. I struggled to keep my daughter and girlfriend under control due to their desperate need to dress me in new things.
Now that we were back, I moved to the couch and collapsed into a heap as Victoria and Gloria unloaded the bags upon bags of things they had purchased. I did not know if Victoria or I paid for everything at this point because I knew my daughter had purchased some things out of my own pocket.
That reminded me that I had a plan for my daughter, and I had not stepped up. Gloria might be young, but it was good to start developing her mindset. The problem was also that she was in school, so having her work in a company was not good for her education. Education was good for a mindset change.
The best thing about Education was what it did for your thinking. It challenged your beliefs and made you rethink things or even take the other person's perspective and argue their best points. This was especially true for subjects like law, which did more than just force memorization down your throat, unlike in lower education, like High school and lower.
No, when it came to higher education, they were looking for people who could think and think in a way that challenged their beliefs. Not all schools did that, though, so one of the reasons the top were so good was that they used a combination of tradition and education to structure and free minds while keeping them on a track that would assist them in the real world.
Not that they always did.
Some people were just too stuck in their ways.
I shook my head, bringing my thoughts back to my daughter and how I wanted to free her from 'Daddy's Credit Card' thinking. It was a mindset I had to work a bit to get into Gloria's head. She was from the streets and fiercely independent when I first met her, and I remembered weeks of trying to get her to use the resources I had available to her.
What I wanted was for her to learn to use those resources to better herself and then 'pay me back' when she was older. I developed that mindset even though that was not truly what I wanted. I just wanted a family and for her to rely on me for those resources, but not take advantage of me for them like the rest of my family.
A familiar regret over needing to cut off family after financial abuse in the millions of dollars hit me.
To this day, it still astonishes me how well they learned to spend someone else's money. My mother alone had racked up a ten-million-dollar bill over a fucking month of travel to Dubai. What I found on that bill was things that made me gawk because I found my mother had also been cheating on my father with three other men in Dubai, basically having her own sugar babies that were millionaires in their own right.
Then there was my father, who did much the same, racking up a seven point eight million dollar bill in just a month and a half on his affair partners, of which there were three. He did not go to Dubai, though, but did the same in Brazil. He also had seven women whom he was spending on. So his bill was not as much as my mother's, but neither of them apparently knew the other was cheating on them while stabbing me in the back.
Worse was that they did it all with my money within a year of my giving them credit cards. I also fired the accountant who was just paying the bill for those cards without informing me of the outrageous spending they were both doing. My mother and father were just the worst spenders and went insane with what they thought was an unlimited amount of money.
At the same time, I was doing my best to earn money, and to my luck, I had a few investments take off to a truly insane amount of money. That was another reason why I fired that accountant, because the way he solved the problem gave me less to invest.
I shook those thoughts out of my mind and thought about which company I should give my daughter or invest in to help her start learning the right mindset for investing. Investment firms were not the right ones; venture capital firms were for risk takers. I also did not want banks or-
There were so many different choices, I was locked in thought for a bit when I was interrupted from my thoughts. "Alright, we loaded up your closet," Gloria said with a smile, and I shook and looked toward her as she sat on the loveseat. Then Victoria came before me and stood with her ass in my face.
"Move your head," She said, and I sat up, and she sat down before she pulled my head down to her lap. I felt her nice, plump, and muscular thighs on my head and flushed as I thought that just a year ago, this would not have gotten a single reaction out of me.
Now though.....
Victoria then started to pet my hair, and I looked up at her. Gloria looked over with a small smile, "Wow, Daddy, you are becoming like a cute cat," she said with a small grin.
"Shush," I replied, turning to look at her, "Or I will ban Gothic dresses for a month while you are here," I threatened, and Gloria gasped.
"You wouldn't ~!" Gloria replied with shock.
"Oh, we both know I would," I said with a savage grin, and Victoria laughed.
"Don't use my weakness~!" Gloria complained, and Victoria and I laughed manically.
"I will make sure to have her in punk each time you come over," Victoria added with a malicious smile, and Gloria looked more shocked.
"NO~! DADDY YOU CANT DO THAT TO ME~! You will deny me that cute goth look?" Gloria said her voice turned small, making me feel bad.
"Aw, I don't mind wearing it for you next time," I said, giving up all too easily.
Gloria's smile grew bright as she triumphantly said, "Good!"
"You spoil her," Victoria said, pursing her mouth into a small pout. Her fingers moved slowly through my hair, and I softened under her touch. It was amazing how good it felt when someone you like touched your hair and scalp.
"I know, which reminds me of my thoughts I was having before you both rejoined me," I said, and both raised their eyebrows. "I was thinking, Gloria, this pertains to you, but I am wondering, do you want a company in the future for your mindset development or not?"
My words froze the atmosphere, and she looked at me, shocked, and Victoria raised an eyebrow.
"You're giving me a company?" Gloria asked, stunned.
"You're giving her a company?" Victoria asked incredulously.
I shrugged on Victoria's lap and sighed, "Not really, I am giving her the option of a future she may choose. That question is to get her to start thinking about what she wants," I bluntly replied, making both look at me a little oddly, "Do you want to start your own company? Do you want to get a job at a company? Start your own? Do Venture Capital? Be a moron like Mr. Wonderful? Your choice. I just wanted to make you start thinking because while you are in school, it is the best time to temper your thinking skills."
Victoria looked thoughtful for a few moments, then broke into a slow smile of approval, while Gloria looked stunned.
As they thought, Victoria continued to run her fingers through my hair and across my scalp, and after a full day, I found my eyelids starting to droop. They were both thinking, and I had stunned them into silence. But I lost track of what they were doing as my mind focused on those fingers in my scalp, and my eyelids closed.
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