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No Changing Room

Fbailey story number 768


No Changing Room


My daughter had really wanted to check out the vintage clothes at that particular store. Vintage being the ‘in word’ for used, previously worn, or things that someone else threw away.

There was no changing room and I was not about to purchase anything without her trying it on.

At home we had a pretty open relationship for a father and a daughter. With only one bathroom we had long ago giving up any notion of privacy. If I were shaving she would come in and sit on the toilet. If she were showering I would go in and sit on the toilet. I saw her almost every morning in her bra and panties, then almost every night holding a small towel up to her naked body coming out of the shower. Of course her ass was almost never covered and it was a mighty cute little ass too.

So that day Trish was in a corner of the store stripping off her clothes to try on dresses. I was holding up a big raincoat from the fifties and looking over it at my daughter making suggestions or giving my approval.

Then behind me I heard two voices.

The younger girl said, “No way!”

The older voice, I assumed was her mother saying, “Go ahead, his daughter doesn’t mind.”

The girl replied, “That doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t mind.”

The mother said, “Believe me you don’t have anything that he hasn’t seen before. With the Internet theses days, I bet he has seen several thousand girls like you and me naked.”

The woman finally tapped me on my shoulder and asked, “Would you mind terribly if my daughter used your changing room for a few minutes?”

My daughter then moved one section of the rain coat to the side and said, “Come on in, there’s plenty of room.”

The girl went in and looked at me. Then she turned to my daughter and said, “But he’s looking.”

My daughter laughed and said, “Oh don’t worry about him. He has seen me naked a million times and he has never laid a finger on me. Now if your mother came back here and stripped in front of him that would be an entirely different story. That old horn dog would hump her senseless.”

Now none of that was true.

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