Dating Danielle-reposted fix

This is the first part of a multi-part story…if the feedback is good I will post more. Though this is based on factual events it is strictly a work of fiction and the names have been changed to protect the innocent.

DATING DANIELLE

(The making of a slut)

Danielle was the daughter of my employee at the convenience store I managed. At 11 she was cute as a bug and just starting to develop as a woman. Her small breasts were mere bumps at this point on her otherwise flat chest. Her mother had confided that she had just started her period.

Her mother treated her badly, so my plan I felt would work well. The day came when I could proffer my plan. Danni as I called her was at the store one day with her mother, and I overheard her complaining about having to go to a babysitter with her younger siblings. I approached her mother with my idea.

“Do you trust my psychological insights and understanding? I did after all accurately depict your negativity and bitchiness as walls of protection and have helped you tear them down.”

“Yes, I guess so.”

“You know I love your children as my own, so I propose the following. Instead of making Danni go to the babysitter, let her spend the evening with me. I will take her to dinner and a movie. We will have fun together and I will bring her home, after you get home. It will be kind of like a date, though that is a ridiculous notion, considering her age, not to mention our age difference. Since pumping a young girls self esteem is so important, you might want to even characterize it as a date, though you and I both know it is really a different kind of babysitting experience, she doesn’t need to realize this.”

“I don’t know if that is a good idea or not.”

“Listen, Tracy. It isn’t like I am going to molest her or anything, and with the history you have with men in her presence, she needs a good male role model to prevent the cycle of abuse you have experienced and drawn to yourself, from being visited onto her. If Michael turns out to be a good man and doesn’t become abusive to you, Millie might be spared the indoctrination that Danni has already certainly been made victim of. If this works with Danni, I can extend it to Millie when she gets older, if necessary. It will be good for her and allow me time with a ‘daughter-figure’ I was denied with my own daughter. If I buy her anything to bring home, I will have her select things for Robbie and Millie too, so there won’t be any sibling rivalry develop.”

I guess the daughter-figure comment had its effect, because Tracy agreed. She asked Danni if she would like to go with me Friday night rather than to the babysitter, and Danni eagerly agreed, no doubt gladly doing anything but go to the babysitter, though ostensibly that was all I was to be.

Later in the week, I told Tracy I was taking Danni to a fairly fancy restaurant and so a dress might be in order or at the very least nice jeans. I also told her it might be a good idea to play it up as a date to Danni to make her feel more grown up.

I picked Danni up at 7 sharp on Friday night. She was cute as a bug in a little girl way, dressed in what must have been her Easter Dress. It was prim and proper and cute. Those were the words that came to mind immediately as I saw her.

“Aren’t you cute tonight.”

Danni blushed and replied “Thank you.” We left and just as I would a grown woman date, I held her door as she climbed up into my truck. I was able to lift the back of her dress, undetected by her, and was treated to a glimpse of her panties as she was more a girl than a lady as she climbed up inside the cab. They were typical little girl styling. This worked well for my plan. We drove away from her house.

“That is a cute dress. Is it your Easter Sunday dress?”

“Yeah, kinda. It is for church.”

“It is apparent your mother still treats you like a little girl. The dress makes you look cute like a little girl should be, not pretty like a young woman would be. Would you rather look cute like a little girl or pretty like a young woman?”

I knew what the answer would be.

“Pretty. Mom can’t afford to buy me big girl clothes, so I have to endure these when I need to wear nice things.”

“Tell you what. When we go out, and I hope this isn’t the last time, we will be going to nice places, so if you want I can afford nice big girl things, so I will buy you clothes to wear when we date, how is that?”

Danni got excited.

“Really? You don’t want me to look like a little girl? Mom said you wanted to take me out because you didn’t get to with your daughter. She said I should act like a little girl and as if you are my daddy.”

“Well, yes honey, but my daughter wasn’t a little girl forever. So we can think of you as my daughter, but at your age or even a little older. OK?”

“OK!” she replied enthusiastically.

Danni was very excited now. She was beginning to think this might be fun, after all. She must have thought I was going to treat her like a baby like her mother did. That was the furthest intention in my mind.

“Yeah, we will pretend you are 14 and the clothes we buy will be for a 14 year old, OK?”

“That would be great. Can I get anything I want?”

“Probably yeah. We will have to see. Also I think your mom tells you she doesn’t have the money because she doesn’t want you dressing older. She is trying to keep you a little girl, though with Millie, a little girl, that shouldn’t be necessary if you want to grow up. You are the oldest though so you have to blaze the trails.”

I felt it necessary to downplay her younger sister Millie, because mom quite obviously played favorites with Millie her baby girl.

“Can we go to the Gap?”

“Yeah let’s go right now and get you something to wear tonight. I think though, you should leave these new clothes with me for now and then your mother can continue to indulge herself by treating you like a little girl. When we date I will treat you like the young woman you are, and we will just plan in time for you to change each time we go out. OK?”

“OK.” She was literally beaming.

We went to the Gap and picked out two very nice very sexy little dresses for Danni. She started referring to me as daddy in the store, and so the young girl who waited on us thought nothing of the purchases I was making. While she was trying one of them on, I picked out several pair of sexy panties for her, including a couple of thongs. I had told her I was going to pick them out before I did, so she wasn’t surprised when they were included at the checkout counter.

She chose to wear a clingy little mini-dress out of the store, and when we got to the truck I explained some things to her about fashion etiquette. I had her stand and pointed to the panty lines the little girl panties made on her ass under the tight fitting dress and the lines her little training bra made, too.

“So if you don’t want panty lines to mess up the sexiness of the dress you either wear none or a thong. Which do you prefer?”

“Well, I am not used to not wearing panties and this dress is a little short too, so I guess I need to wear a thong.” I fished a thong out of the bag of purchases and handed it to her.

“Ok, put them on.”

“Right here?”

The tone in her voice was incredulous at what I was suggesting.

“Yeah, no one will see. Just pull up your dress and take off those little girl panties and put the thong on. If you are worried that I might see, crawl into the backseat, pull your dress up and take the little-girl panties off and put the thong on. The tinted windows will prevent anyone seeing in, and you can get behind my seat and I can’t see. Besides I will be driving so looking forward.”

Danni took a moment to think about it and then crawled over the console into the backseat. I have power mirrors, so I adjusted one of them so I could watch her change.

She pulled her dress up and slipped the Little Mermaid emblazoned panties off and then put the thong on. Her little, as yet bald pussy was a treat to my lecherous old eyes and a treat to look forward to. Probably not tonight but certainly down the road. As she started to crawl back into the front seat, I purposely touched her breast and said.

“While you are back there, you should take your bra off. A dress like this should be worn braless. “

Danni just said “yes” and retreated into the back seat to again unwittingly put on a show for me.