Proud To Be A Sissy Chapter 4

"Now, now," he said, "none of that now sissy, first your bath then the show and no touching in the tub or I'll have to spank you."

"Please daddy?" I whined bending over to start the water.

"Don't be pert young lady," he said with a swat to my naked ass, "and I think me and the boys would rather enjoy a lingerie show tonight."

I turned to look at him and stuttered, "But daddy?"

"No buts," he shook his head at me, "a lingerie show it'll be, now get your bath and I'll go pick out something appropriate to start off with and don't be all night in the tub." Then he smiled and added, "No one wants to see a model all pink and wrinkly from water."

I found a new bottle of bubble bath on the small counter that wasn't here last week when I cleaned up for daddy and I wondered if he had planned at some point for me to bathe. I poured some into the steaming water to smell lavender. I inhaled deeply closing my eyes and sank down into the hot bubbles to my neck with a feeling contentment of washing over me.

Several minutes later I heard footsteps in the hall leading away to the living room and then deep muffled voices talking softly. I started to get nervous and yet strangely excited wondering if daddy would tell them of his plans or surprise them when I'd enter the room. I just hope they wouldn't laugh at me I could feel a rush of embarrassment. Then remembering daddy's words I got out of the tub and wrapped a large towel around myself, high on my chest just like a girl I thought and rushed to my room to see what he'd picked out for me to wear first.

On the floor before the bed sat a pair of four inch open toed heels trimmed with white fur and spread across the bed was a bra of every color in the pile of lingerie, so I knew that daddy expected me to wear them. Laid out beside them was a plain white satin, sleeveless gown with a white bra, high cut panties and white shear stockings.