This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

I have two daughters, Sheila and Lisa, both blond and blue-eyed. Sheila's seventh birthday was last month; Lisa is turning six next month. Sheila wanted to have a slumber party for her birthday party, inviting only her best friends from school (all girls of course), and I very happily agreed to that. Sheila has some very wonderful friends.

After Sheila's slumber party, Lisa begged me that she wants a slumber party for her birthday too, and wants to invite all of her best friends from school. Sheila's friends had a lot of fun at Sheila's party, and so did Sheila and Lisa. I can't imagine a better party idea. Lisa's friends from first grade are super-cute and playful (of course they are all girls, it goes without saying), so I'm eagerly looking forward to it.

On the day of Sheila's slumber party, at five o'clock I had my girls come inside and take off their play clothes for a bath. (This was always one of my favorite 'duties' as a father, once they were old enough. I'd hired a nanny for the unpleasant tasks when they were babies, but when Lisa turned three, the nanny had to go. I decided I didn't need or want her around any longer. The tasks were no longer unpleasant; they were quite enjoyable if a person had the right attitude. In fact, in looking back on it, I have to wonder if the nanny wasn't more unpleasant than any of the tasks she did for me. Pardon the digression. Back to the bath.)

I pulled off Sheila's dress, then helped Lisa with her halter and her skirt as I watched Sheila slide off her socks and panties. Then I held Lisa's arms over her head playfully, and she giggled and struggled slightly as Sheila stripped her of her panties and socks. I carried Lisa to the tub and set her in it, carrying her face down with one hand supporting her chest and the other between her legs. I lifted Sheila in a cradle, kissed her lightly on the cheek, then long and warmly on her lips. She hugged me and kissed me back. I lowered her into the tub, caressing her legs, hips, and back as I released her.

I made sure they were washed, first soaping every part of their bodies as they stood on their knees, then rinsing off all the soap with my hand. When they were ready to be dried, I lifted them out of the tub and they stood on the bathmat as I skimmed the water from their creamy smooth skin. I slid my hands down Sheila's back, and water ran in rivulets over her bottom and down her legs. I skimmed her arms the same way, and water dripped off her fingers onto the floor. She turned her chest to me, her tiny breasts like little pink stars in a creamy pink galaxy, and let me caress her from her neck to her pussy as a puddle formed around her feet. Then I held her and hugged her, as I always did at this point, and gave her another long kiss. I gently dried her bottom the same way, and finished by wiping her legs from her pussy to her ankles.

Sheila took a dry washcloth and stood aside to finish drying herself as I lovingly performed the same ritual on Lisa's soft warm body. I loved each of them dearly, adoring each difference, cherishing each similarity. When I finished with Lisa she took the washcloth from Sheila, and I took Sheila in my embrace, a full-body hug and caress. We kissed passionately, unashamed of our nakedness, as Lisa watched, eagerly awaiting her turn. Lisa and I kissed just as passionately, but differently. As each girl was different in form, so each was different in action.

Then it was time to put on the clothes. I always regretted having to hide such beauty from the world, but the world forced me to, so I consoled myself that the world got what it deserved. Even though they went freely naked in my sight without any problem, the girls had already been taught shame from some extremely stupid people at their school, mostly stupid adults but also some boys, and wouldn't tolerate even their panties showing in public if they noticed (which they frequently did not).

For the beginning of the party, I had bought them some new clothes to try to express their inexpressible childish femininity. I tied long pink ribbons into Lisa's hair, and longer ones into Sheila's, making bows with seven loops. They sat down on the carpet and leaned back, while I put short white socks on each of four feet, holding them high and wide, gazing long and longingly at the pretty pink tulips spreading before me. Shoes of shiny white followed when all four socks were in place, and I took my time with the buckles, which I only glanced at occasionally anyway. Then I held a pair of sheer lacy white panties for each girl, as she held my shoulders and stepped into them and let me pull them slowly up, hiding each pussy like snow hides a flower. There was only a very thin layer of snow this time, by my choice. I helped each girl into a matching frilly snow-white dress, first Lisa then Sheila, and at last they were ready for the party.

I got to greet all the girls at the door, which was pleasant since Sheila had several very pretty friends (though none of them were quite as beautiful as Sheila herself, in my judgement), and they all arrived in delicate and dainty party dresses with lace and frills and bows, and each girl carrying the nightie she was going to change into when the time came. Double sweet!

I would tell you more about the events of the party, but it's my belief that anything two (or more) consenting people do for fun together is strictly between them and not for the world to know or care about. Sheila and Lisa don't mind, in fact they both wanted me to tell everyone about the bath, but I won't just assume their friends would say the same about the fun we had at the party. But I'll bet you can guess some of it!

Now I'm making plans for Lisa's slumber party. She definitely wants to play Dress-Up with her friends like Sheila did, and no, that aptly-named game has nothing to do with getting dressed up.