The Miniskirt
Harvest carefully unwrapped the bag that contained the clothing she had bought with her own babysitting money. There it was: The Slut 2000 miniskirt, designed to drive fathers everywhere crazy. She could not wait to debut it. At school of course, more forebodingly in front of one Mike Logan.
The next morning she donned her gay apparel and proceeded to strut out the door. "What are you wearing?" a voice thundered. "A skirt," she replied calmly. "Says who?" that same voice barked back. "The Limited", she said.
"Oh it's going to be limited, young lady," Logan replied. "Take it off. Now."
"But daddy!"
"Now! And it's going back to the store too!"
"Daddy I bought it with my own money!"
"Then get a refund!"
"No!"
"Go back and change or that computer goes in the closet."
She stalked back into her room. Damn him, she thought. Always raining on my parade. I'll show him. She put the skirt back into the bag and tucked it into her back pack. After changing into a pair of jeans she left without a word.
"Bye…." Logan said meekly. Maybe I was too tough on her. I am not good at this discipline thing, he thought. But she has to learn. She can't go around like that. There are too many weirdoes in the world. I don't want people assuming the worst about my daughter. On the other hand I want her to have some fun. Look like other girls her age. Maybe not. Or sometimes. I remember when I was a young man and I saw a girl like that the first thing I wanted to do to her -Nah, I did the right thing
At school she ducked into the bathroom and put on the forbidden Naugahyde. Yes! She thought. Looking great and sticking it to the old man.
Renatta happened to catch her. "Wow! You look great. Isn't it a little short? I mean, I know my dad would hit the roof."
"Well so did mine, which is why I am changing before I leave school."
"Ok, be careful."
"All too easy. The old man is always in the dark."
So she went to class. And lunch. Boys who had never noticed her before were looking twice, saying hello. Boy this stuff is power, she thought. Man, I am going to dress this way every day! On the way home she noticed Alvy on her stoop. "Hello," she said. "Hell-o", he replied. "You are looking mighty fine."
"So are you."
"Not quite the same way. You look good in that skirt."
"Thanks," she said, feeling nervous and excited all at once.
"Wanna hangout?"
"She's going to be busy for awhile!" A more masculine voice boomed from behind, as an angry force grabbed her and marched her up the stairs.
"I told you to return that skirt!"
"What, no hello return that skirt?"
"Don't be cute with me."
"Why do you wanna be so mean to me? I just wanna look like the other girls!"
"When the other girls look like that you'll be different."
"I don't want to be different! You just don't want me to have any fun!"
"Oh yes, that's right, I don't want you to have any fun."
"What if they won't take it back?"
"Then we'll go by Goodwill."
"Why? So some underprivileged slut can have something to wear?"
"Better her than you!"
"Why do you care so much anyway? It's just a skirt!"
"Because. I care about what people think of you."
"I don't. What is it they think of me?"
"That you might be …loose."
"And why would they think that?" she said with her hands on hips, prepared to challenge him. "Is that what you think of me?"
"No-
"Then why? Could it be because you were a horny young pig once?"
"Well- well that doesn't matter, I just don't want you wearing it!"
"See, you can't admit to anything without exposing your own hypocrisy!"
"Hypocrite or not I don't want some pervert chasing after you."
"Oh daddy! You don't know that will happen."
"I don't want to take any chances. The skirt goes back."
That's what you think.
She stalked off to her room once again as he reclined in what had become the Dad chair. Sadly, when he did get up, he made the old man's sound. That kid has aged me 2000 years, he thought.
After attempting to get her money back failed, she dejectedly walked home. As luck would have it, she did pass Goodwill on the way. Oh well, she thought, since it would end up there anyway….
She walked in and was amazed at what she saw. Tops, shorts, skirts, purses-all for one low price! And she could help the needy too! She still reluctantly put the skirt on the donation table and after saying "Goodbye" in a soft tone; she explored a fountain of goodies. Blouses, sweaters-many of them low cut, or midriff bearing, and-the piece de resistance-a denim skirt that was just a little longer than the one she returned! Bordering on tacky, it was outlined in beads with a heart shaped design-just above the crotch area. Certainly daddy can't object to this, she thought, it is a little longer. She excitedly paid for her purchase and returned home.
"Did you return it?" A voice cried from the couch.
"Yes!" she cried, modeling her new skirt. "You were right Daddy, returning it was the best thing to do!"