He asked herif she was excited for her date and she told him that she was, but wasnot sure how to dress. They sat down and he gave her some ideas ofo...tfits he wore for Swap Week dates and told her to wear whatever madeher feel comfortable, but to try and look good. He took out an album andshowed her more pictures of him as Brianna during Swap Week. As Briannahe looked very pretty although Nicole noticed how much better he lookedas a girl as he grew older. His clothes looked nicer, his. Jenny and I catch each other's eye and we are both aware that we are both looking at Sky's tits. We share the same knowing smile. I wonder for a moment how my little darling Jenny would look in such a low cut dress. Jenny asks me, "Daddy, when we get home, can I show Sky up to her room?" "Of course," I reply. "It looks like you girls are getting along. That's wonderful." "Thank you daddy," Jenny answers. On the few occasions I have met Sky, she always just called me 'dad' and it was never. As I straightened, I felt aweird patch of wet on my chest suddenly cool as it was exposed to air.That was a bizarre feeling, I'd never had anything like that before, andthen it hit me, I had, of all things, underboob sweat. Slouched in thecar my budding tits had managed to hang just enough to create a pocket ofsweat that was now rapidly evaporating as I stood. Just like that, allmy girly fears were back, and after paying the driver, I walked far lessconfidently into the hotel than I'd left. Assuming that he would have to settle in for some romantic crap, he looked at the screen warily. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t torture you on your birthday,’ chuckled Jenny as she tuned into an action flick. Jenny snuggled into Daniel and laid her head on his shoulder. He looped his arm around her and held her close. She didn’t know for how long she was asleep, but the next thing she knew was, Daniel was tucking her into his bed. ‘Dan?’ said Jenny groggily as she reached out and held his hand. ‘Yes,.