”I reached out and touched her, touching the labia studs first before venturing to the hood piercing. “This must be a very sensitive area to pierc...,” I said to her.“It is, Dad,” she responded. “It took about four weeks to heal,”“Four weeks?”She nodded. “I couldn’t wear tight pants or tight jeans for a while.”I touched her gently again. “What’s it called again?”“It’s called a VCH piercing, dad.”“VCH?”“Vertical Clitoral Hood! Or Vert for short,” she answered happily laying back and letting me. Some of these involved dancing, which I never learned to do. However, other males present were quick to offer their hand and other things to her and satisfy her love for dancing with the opposite sex. I noticed that she often liked to wear a very short black dress with no bra (see my profile page for the implications of that) and as time progressed, I couldn't help but notice that she was leaving off wearing panties too. On one particular night she was dancing with a really good looking hunk. Hum ne diner keya or hum tv dekhne lage, thodi der mai papa bole beta mujhe subhe jaldi duty par jana hai chalo so jao mai uth kar jane lega tabhi rema boli papa aaj mai aap ke paas so jao, papa bole keyo keya baat hai mai to jaise marne wala ho geya or yamraaj mujhe saaf dekhai dene lagay tabhi rema boli mamy nahi hai mujhe subhe jalde uth kar aap ka breakfast benana hoga, papa bole thik hai or mai roomn mai chela geyaor sochne lega bech geya Raj.Par man mai to mare choor tha ke rema papa ko. In fact, I believe it all came about completely by accident. Of course, I could just be salving my conscience by accepting the randomness of it all.The changing room was well-monitored by store staff but there was no control over other customers of the male gender catching a peek at some partially undressed females if the door happened to swing open. It seemed to happen quite often because they did not want any locks or latches on the doors due to pilfering problems and possible abuse of the.