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Anna's Shorts: The bimbo pill

... then it was a price I'd be willing to pay.

The newfound me decided it was time to start making dinner, so I walked downstairs and got to work. I was just cutting up the last vegetables when dad came home. He stopped dead in his tracks as he came into the kitchen, and stared at me.

"Y-you... Did you run out of clean clothes?" dad asked, clearing his throat. I looked down, and chuckled at my own forgetfulness. I had only been wearing a pair of yoga-pants as I was trying on my new bra, and evidently I had forgotten to put on a shirt.

"Nah, I just went bra shopping today, and I guess I forgot to put on a shirt," I said smiling and shrugging my shoulders. After all, he was my father, so there was no harm in him seeing me in my lingerie right?

Dad swallowed hard, but then sat down at the table as I set up the food. I'll admit that I'd probably be laughed out of any cooking show on TV, but it was good enough for me and my parents. That day, I really felt like I nailed it, and dad seemed to enjoy my cooking as well. I guess this new confident me was off to a good start. Another of our "family traditions" held that if one person made the meal, the others would do the dishes afterwards. Dad was about to reach for my plate and begin his chore, but this time I stopped him.

"How about I do the dishes today, dad. In the meantime, you go and pick a movie, so we can have a movie night tonight," I suggested with a big smile. Dad smiled back and nodded.

"Of course, I'd love ...

... to spend two evenings in a row with my wonderful daughter," dad said, and walked to the living room. To be honest though, 'picking' a movie meant checking to see which movie was next on our list, but I guess that's just nitpicking. On the subject of nitpicking I guess I could say that 'doing the dishes' basically meant putting the pans, plates, glasses and cutlery in the dish washer and pressing a button.

It meant though that it was quickly finished, and once more I felt tired, so again I decided to change into my pyjamas. Just as I was about to leave the kitchen, I saw the bottle of pills once again. I couldn't quite remember what they were for. Vitamins, right? I guess dad wouldn't leave them out if they were harmful, so I'd better take one. Just to be sure. After going upstairs to change, I joined dad on the living room couch.

About an hour into the movie, my eyelids started to feel heavy, so I lay down on the couch, resting my head on dad's lap. I smiled as I felt the warmth of his body, and not even the interesting story line of the movie could keep me from closing my eyes. The last thing I felt before falling asleep was dad resting his hand on my shoulder.

This time, I woke up before the closing credits, and I slowly opened my eyes. Dad and I had seen the movie enough times for me to know that I hadn't slept for much more than 30 minutes or so. The room felt oddly warm as I lay there, resting on dad's lap. It took me a moment or two before I realized that either ...