Eleven year old Lynda was on the floor looking at the newspaper. She was still in the same dress she had worn to go out to dinner with her father. She loved the dress but had almost outgrown it. Her mother had bought it for her just before she had died a year and a half ago. Lynda had grown almost five inches since then and had started to develop. Her breasts had began to sprout and her nipples were growing. Her pussy had gone from bald to being covered, although still sparsely, with fine, dark fuzz.

Her father gazed down at his daughter on the floor below him. The  dress, short when it was new, had ridden up to reveal the roundness of her panty covered ass. "I think it's time we retired that dress," he told his daughter.

"Why?" she asked.

"You're sticking out," he replied.

"Where?" Lynda questioned.

"I can see your panties," her father chuckled. Lynda looked over her shoulder and realized the dress hem was resting half way up her ass cheeks. The realization made her frown. The idea her father could see her panties didn't bother her. Since she had no mother, she had become accustomed to going to her father for things. It was he who unzipped her dresses for her and took them off to hang them. Although it wasn't necessarily the norm, on occasion he would come into the bathroom when she bathed and would always dry her hair for her. Her father seeing her even nude didn't bother her but outgrowing the dress did.

"Why don't you change now," her father suggested. She stood and walked over to him. He unzipped the dress and she let it drop to the floor. As she stepped out of it he picked it up and noticed a tear in the girl's eye. "What's the matter?"

She turned, now dressed only in her panties, to face him. "That's my favorite dress," she sorrowfully answered.

"Well, we'll just have to buy you another favorite dress," he grinned. Lynda's eyes lit up and she stood smiling at her father. "Are you going to get dressed or are you going like that?" he laughed. She turned and ran down the hall to her room. A few minutes later she returned, now dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of jeans. "Let's go," her father stated as he stood up. The two headed toward the local mall.

The mall was fairly quiet. There was some people working on some sort of stage set up in front of a vacant store but few customers were around. Lynda quickly headed for what her father knew was the most expensive girls' clothing store in the area. He had hoped to direct his daughter to one of the discount stores but she ran ahead of him and into the shop. He entered to find Lynda already browsing the racks. Watching her made him smile and cringe at the same time. Gone were the days when she would grab anything and want to leave quickly. She was now studying each dress with the scrutiny of a grown woman.

Lynda spotted a rack in the corner with various clothes on it. A particular dress on that rack caught her eye and she took it to study. "Daddy, this one is gorgeous!" she exclaimed as her father approached. Followed by a sales woman.

"Do you know what size you need?" the sales woman asked.

"She's grown quite a bit. You'd better measure her," Lynda's father replied.

The woman took her tape measure and checked. She determined the young girl was the same size as the dress. "The dress is in your size. Would you like to try it on?"

Lynda's eyes lit up as she enthusiastically nodded. The woman pointed over toward the fitting rooms. Lynda almost ran to them, but stopped at the entrance. "Daddy, you coming?"

Her father wasn't sure what to do. This wasn't home but a store where women used a private dressing room. Men were not supposed to go there. The sales woman nudged him, seeing his dilemma. "Go on. It's OK. We have fairly large rooms."

Nervously Lynda's father followed her into the fitting room. The sales woman also went in. A sigh of relief came from him as he realized what the sales woman meant. The room was large. Big enough to include a clothes rack and 3 chairs including a large overstuffed one. Lynda quickly shucked her jeans and shirt and stood in just her panties. With the sales woman's help, she put on the dress. It fit as if it had been custom made for the girl.

"The fit is perfect and it looks very nice on her," the sales woman commented bringing a big grin to Lynda. The sales woman then proceeded to point out the quality of the dress, material, and other such things as sales people do. Lynda's father didn't know much about women's fashions and wasn't interested in an explanation.
"How much is it?" he interrupted.

"Well, this dress was actually custom made to be used in a fashion show where our store was featured. Unfortunately our model became ill so the dress has never been worn except by your daughter. A custom dress like this would normally sell for several hundred dollars but you may have this one for $250," the sales woman explained.

The look of shock on Lynda's father's face told the woman the price was way too high. "I have a deal for you. Since the dress fits so perfectly on her, we may be able to work something out. Would you mind her trying on a few other of the items off the same rack?"

"Yeah!" Lynda interjected. Her father, still reeling from "sticker shock", just nodded. The sales woman left and returned with several garments. Lynda tried on each and all fit as well as the dress had. Even the pants were a perfect length.

"Sir, your daughter seems to be the same size as our sick model. If she is willing and you have no objection, I would love to see her model for us. It will take about two hours. If she models for us, I will give you the dress as payment for her services." the woman offered.

"Wow! A model? Me? Can I Daddy? Please?" Lynda gushed. It didn't take much for her father to do the math. That was quite a paycheck for two hours work. He smiled and nodded.

"Great! Be here at 9AM tomorrow and we'll take it from there. I must caution you, Miss, you will be changing clothes many times. There will be a lot of people back there and you will be changing in front of them. Some will be boys. You'll always have panties on but sometimes that's all, except for your undervest. Are you sure you don't mind being seen in only your underwear?" the woman explained. Lynda shook her head indicating her acceptance. "Sir, you will be with her at all times except when she's on stage. I assure you every effort will be made to protect your daughter's modesty but in the world of modeling, I'm afraid sometimes that's not possible. Do you have any questions?" the woman continued.

Lynda's father looked over at her. She was beaming and obviously excited. As long as she didn't mind being in front of everyone in her underwear, he had no objection. He shook his head. "Wonderful! Here are the necessary releases for you to sign when you return tomorrow. You may read them at your leisure but have them with you for me tomorrow. See you then?" the woman instructed.

With everything settled, Lynda put her own clothes back on and she and her father headed out of the store. "One more thing, sir," the woman said as she stopped them and handed then a bag. "I noticed your daughter is still wearing cotton briefs. Please have her wear these tomorrow. Briefs are not the best thing under some clothes. Many of the adult models wear nothing but I know you don't want your daughter like that. These will be find and wont 'show' under anything."

Lynda's father took the bag and they left. On the way home, Lynda opened the bag. "Look Daddy, new panties!" she exclaimed. Her father just nodded.

It was late when they got home and Lynda was told to go to bed. She took her bag and walked to her room as her father settled into a chair. A few minutes later Lynda cane into the room. "Look Daddy!" she exclaimed.

Her father looked up to see her dressed only in underpants. These were not her regular panties though. The vision reminded him of his former wife. Lynda still had no figure to speak of but suddenly she looked so grown up. The new panties were high legged and very low rise. Not even high enough to cover her hair, if she had any. The material, instead of loose like her briefs, clung to her skin almost accenting her developing figure. As the young girl pirouetted, he noticed the panties had sort of a seam that indented into her butt creak detailing her ass cheeks.

"Very nice," he complimented. Where most fathers would have been disturbed by what he was looking at, Lynda's father wasn't. He had been the envy of all his friends when he married. His bride was cute beyond belief. What his friends never knew, and he didn't find out until he was married was that she was sexually as cold as ice. Lynda being an only child was proof. His sex life had amounted to a once a month "get it over with" deal. She had gone on the pill shortly after Lynda was born because she didn't want to "go through that again" but still insisted he wear a condom so she wouldn't get messy. His daughter had obviously inherited all his wife's assets and he wanted to make sure she didn't inherit his wife's frigidity.

As Lynda went back to her room, he sat back and thought. So far she was very open and hadn't shown any of his wife's coldness. Lynda seemed to have no problem being seen in various states of undress by him. His wife would never even change in front of him. When they made love, the room was always dark and she would be completely covered when he came in. He would undress and get into the bed in the dark because she would get very upset if he even caught a glimpse of her body. Already he was more familiar with his daughter's body than he had been with his wife's.