>>15634975"I'm sorry, but daddy says I'm not allowed to play games like that anymore. I'm daddy's little girl, and I always do what daddy says. I don't even like rough, boyish games like that."
At this point, the three boys stopped laughing. At first, they weren't sure whether this was some sort of joke or if she was being punished, but now they were legtimately freaked out by their female friend.
"What's up with you, Sam? You're really acting weird!" one of the boys shouted.
"Excuse me, but my name is Samantha. I don't like to be called Sam." she said, matter-of-factly.
Just then, her father approached from behind her.
"That's right, boys. My little girl Samantha here doesn't like playing those sorts of games that you like to play. They're not appropriate for little girls... isn't that right, Samantha?" he said, placing his hand on her head.
She looked up at her father with a shine in her eyes. "Yes, daddy!" she said, giggling as her father gently pet her head.
The boys just stared at the girl and her father, completely speechless. They didn't even attempt to say anything in reply to the sheer madness of what they were witnessing. They just calmly walked over to their bikes, picked them up and rode off, glancing back at the house a few times along the way.
The door closed and the father and daughter stood inside their home, with all the curtains closed. Samantha looked up at Ryan, with nothing but love and adoration in her eyes.
"It's time to play, my little sweetheart." Ryan said, stroking his daughter's cheek.
She knew what that meant, and without even thinking about it, she pulled aside the straps of her sundress and dropped it to the floor, revealing nothing at all underneath it.
"Yes, daddy!" she said, as she took her father's hand and followed him into his bedroom
Well, that's Taming a Tomboy. I didn't write it but I hope somebody reads it
