I had to admit it, I was nervous.
Excited, sure. Abuzz with anticipation, absolutely. But I was very, very nervous. I simply didn’t know what to expect. It’s not every day you go through something like… well, this. You see, my girl was coming home today.
"My girl". I’d even started thinking of her that way. That’s how all the advertisements tended to refer to them - ‘your girl’. Not ‘your wife’. Not ‘Shauna’. Not ‘the woman you loved that you shipped off to some shady brainwashing facility rather than sort out your problems’.
The man from the Academy had been very persuasive, in his way. We’d met at a coffeeshop near my job. He’d been young, and not as slick and impressive as I had expected. He seemed… well, normal. A nice guy, in a decent suit.
"You’ve got nothing to feel badly about, Mr. Clark," I remember him saying. "Some relationships don’t work as they should. In the past, that would be the end. But modern technology allows us to fix that. Don’t you think your wife would agree that it’s best to exhaust all options before simply giving up?"
I know, it’s a weak argument. My wife didn’t get a chance to agree. But I signed the papers, and then they sent her a phony invite to some award ceremony or something. Then… well, god knows what happened. But they had my list of specifications - the things they asked for gave new meaning to the word ‘exhaustive’. A day-long interview, detailing my every quirk and desire. It was… surgical. Mathematical. They knew exactly what they needed. They’d done this before.
Anyway, that was the list time I’d seen her. But yesterday, I got the call - she was done. It had been four months, but today she was coming home. What would she be like? Would she be upset? Could this have actually worked?
I heard the van outside. The doorbell rang. I opened it, mind in a haze of excitement and fear. And there…
My god. There she was. It was like she walked out of my very fantasies. It was still her, clearly, but… jesus. That body. That face. That outfit. Instantly, I was hard enough to cut glass. I had never dreamed it would be like this. She was a vision. She was perfect.
She stepped in the door, smiling, and spoke. Ever her voice. My god. It was a soft purr, full of erotic promises. She said more with two words than anyone else could with a whole book:
I was so excited, but I was so nervous, too! I was finally going home again to see Daddy. It had been soooo long since I had seen him! I couldn’t really remember how long - keeping track of time is super tricky. Especially at the school! They don’t tell us what day it is or anything, cuz that’s not important for silly girls to know.
I didn’t like it there at first - I didn’t think I was a silly girl. I thought they, like, tricked me into coming, or something? I don’t really remember anymore. I know I was super mad, though! It’s weird, I used to be super mad about lots of stuff. I was even super mad at Daddy. Can you even believe it?
I don’t really remember what things were like with Daddy before the school. They must have been great, right? Daddy’s the best, everything about him is perfect. Except… I kinda remember that they weren’t. I think I was mad, and so was he? I dunno why. I think that’s why I went to the school, maybe? It’s so tough to think about. It’s okay, though, Daddy’s good at thinking.
Anyway, when we got home, I got outta the van, and rang the bell. I was sooooo nervous! I hoped Daddy would be happy to see me! I hoped he thought I was pretty. Being pretty is super important, y’know. So anyway, he opened the door, and he looked so handsome! And he looked way surprised to see me, and real happy too! So I came inside, and I said “Hi, Daddy.”
I could tell he was getting super hard, and that got me wicked excited! So I kinda tugged on my li’l top a bit, and I slid my hand right inside my skirt. I like, couldn’t help it! Seeing Daddy got me soooo hot. And I could tell he was getting hot too, and that made me feel even more hot!
So he stepped a little closer, an he touched my shoulder, and even just that was soooo sexy that I felt like I was gonna cum! An he smiled, an said “C’mon, Doll. Let’s catch up.” An I said “Okay Daddy…” an he walked to the bedroom. An I followed him. It’s soooooo good to be home!