Highly recommend not reading this thread. Pure nonstop garbage. Incest heavy, nasty kinks, sexism, questionable themes all around. Proceed at your own risk.
It would be a complete lie to say Jeanette wasn't hoping for a more questionable reaction, visiting Billy today, all glamoured up and darling. If Logan was cute, his female alter ego was even cuter, because she had charming, noticeable hips and perky breasts to go along with a bubbly personality, and his pouty lips and big eyes were even better with added femininity. As much as he liked touching this kind of girl, he also liked being this kind of girl, he'd found, and had a special interest in getting other people's hands on her. An empowerment and sex object in one, Jeanette was certainly something else, even with Logan's usual depravity.
He thought his dad might appreciate it, too. Now, he'd informed him briefly of it over the phone, but hadn't actually shown the look off, and that was a whole other case entirely, wasn't it? He knew it was. So, Jeanette dolled herself up, outfit as stylish as ever, makeup nice, underwear adorable, even if there was an awareness that at least half of that would be lost or messed up. You know, she'd never considered herself interested in daddy kinks, before, but maybe it'd been because the most authentic option hadn't been previously available. Ah, that was awful. Her thoughts were only more and more disgusting these days. She was one hundred percent sure her father was rubbing off on her. In more ways than one.
She was very conscious of the eyes on her, in this part of town. It was a mix of being side eyed for not belonging, and being in danger, as all pretty girls were when they got lost. Little bunny, all alone, lovely, appealing prey. She wasn't lost, though, and perhaps it was how cheery and busy she looked that allowed he to avoid getting in any trouble. Any trouble that wasn't purposefully sought out, that is. Still, she enjoyed the gazes while they lasted, before she skipped up to Billy's apartment complex and went inside. If anyone saw her here, she would bet they'd wonder to themselves, what young woman would go out of her way to walk right into the den of their predator. It was fine. She was a predator in her own right. Simply a wolf in rabbit's clothing, and an endearing, precious nymphomaniac that needed her fill.
Jeanette gave the apartment front door a musical knock, called out a 'Dad?' in far more girly tones than usual, bouncing on her feet a bit, tail fluffed up and ears perked, ready for show and tell, family bonding.
