Saturday, November 5, 2005
Dear Diary,
It's my birthday today and I just turned eighteen this morning. Daddy says I've gotten to be a big girl but I will always be his little girl no matter what. He gave me this diary because I'd filled up all my old ones over the years. They were all my "little girl" diaries, bright pink with rhinestones on the cover and glitter on the pages. This one was bright red with a heart on the front. Daddy says this will be my big girl diary and that I should write in it everyday.
My name is Cassie. I'm short and I'm four feet and seven inches tall. I have short red hair and brown eyes, and I'm sort of dumpy. All curves but kind of chubby. I'm a virgin. I've never been kissed by a boy in my life, or a girl. Mommy never wanted to play with me or spend time with me. It was always Daddy who would play with me, tuck me in at night, make my breakfast, my lunch, and my dinner, and kiss me in the morning and night. Whenever I asked Mommy if she would play with me, she told me I was too little to play with her. Then I'd cry and Daddy would pick me up and sit with me until I stopped crying. He'd tell me he loved me and he would take me to my room and play with me and my dolls. I'm too old to play with dolls now but sometimes I do when I'm alone in my room. Sometimes I pretend the boy-doll is Daddy and the girl-doll is me.
My birthday wasn't too fun. Mommy was out of town with a friend. I knew what that meant. Daddy made me a chocolate cake with white frosting and pink flowers, and wrote on it: Happy Birthday Cassie! And he put eighteen pink candles on my cake. I blew them all out at once. My only wish was that Mommy would tell me she loved me. Daddy and I talked, and ate cake together. Then Daddy took me to my room to tuck me in. I told Daddy I was a big girl and I could tuck myself in, but Daddy said that as long as I lived in his house he would tuck his little girl in.
He went to my dresser and took out my pink teddy. Daddy told me to take off my clothes. I didn't think there was anything wrong because he was my daddy and it was just the two of us. As I took off my shirt Daddy smiled and licked his lips. It didn't bother me. I'd gotten my breasts a month ago. 38C-cup and I'm a size 12. Daddy said he liked full-figured girls. I took off my bra and then unbuckled my belt and slid off my jeans. Underneath I had on white cotton panties. Then Daddy stood up and I raised my arms for him to slip my teddy over my head but instead Daddy put his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him.
"Daddy!" I giggled.
I tried to pull back but Daddy kept his arm around me. Daddy had always been very strong.
"No," Daddy said, and kissed my cheek.