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~This thread is closed for PrincessSexci and myself.~
He looked down at the sleeping form of the girl laying in bed. She was absolutely as he imagined her to be. So far everything had gone to plan. She had been in his care for two months as he had made the finishing touches. She wasn't actually his daughter, but the new life he had constructed for her had her as exactly that. Of course, her memories of being whomever she was prior to when she had befallen him were a hindrance to convincing her that she was his daughter, but he had done all he could on that front. When she awoke from her medically induced coma, her memories would still be present for sure, but they would have an almost dream like quality. Removing them entirely, while possible, held many risks and was a much more time consuming process. He didn't want to have to wait a year or however much longer it would take to be sure, only to have to teach the girl to talk, or walk. He had better uses for his time. And her's.
No, her memories would have to remain as they were, but he hoped that the evidence of life that he had crafted for her would, combined with the absense of anything supporting those memories she had, overcome any resistance in time. All records of who she had been were expunged, and in their place new documents were created. Forgeries, obviously, but professionally done and without a hint of their true nature. Officially, she was his daughter and he hoped that soon, she would be mentally as well.
Why go to all this trouble to make a daughter for himself? Well, the truth was, he was a very rich man. He could afford to spend outrageous sums of money on something like this. What's more, he had a particular fetish. He had always wanted to have sex with his daughter. Of course, the fact he had never had a daughter, and had never met anyone with whom to have a daughter with that had kept his interest, this had proven troublesome. But then the idea struck him that it didn't really have to be his daughter, she just had to pretend. But what made it all the more arousing was the idea that she wouldn't be pretending, and actually thought of herself as his daughter.
The personality he had crafted for her, in her room's decor, in the diary he had created, and other things was that of a superficial young woman who was highly sexed and a shameless flirt. The room was girly, with a few stuffed animals, mainly horses, and a walk in closet full of designer clothes. Revealing clothes, but still designer.
But that wasn't all that he had done. He had changed her appearance as well. He had given her a nose job, which would fit with his cover story if it ever came up, and would also make her look slightly different from how she remembered herself. That disconect would be helpful. Further to that, he had also had her breats done, where once was b cups, she was now a full and firm DD. He would make no effort to hide that she had implants, however. She would be able to tell they were fake very quickly. Her nails were also painted a bright pink, and her legs, pussy and under her arms had been rendered permanently hairless. All but the breast implants had been done early into her stay to allow them to heal. The implants were done more recently, to fit in with his cover story.
He looked down at the sleeping form of the girl laying in bed. She was absolutely as he imagined her to be. So far everything had gone to plan. She had been in his care for two months as he had made the finishing touches. She wasn't actually his daughter, but the new life he had constructed for her had her as exactly that. Of course, her memories of being whomever she was prior to when she had befallen him were a hindrance to convincing her that she was his daughter, but he had done all he could on that front. When she awoke from her medically induced coma, her memories would still be present for sure, but they would have an almost dream like quality. Removing them entirely, while possible, held many risks and was a much more time consuming process. He didn't want to have to wait a year or however much longer it would take to be sure, only to have to teach the girl to talk, or walk. He had better uses for his time. And her's.
No, her memories would have to remain as they were, but he hoped that the evidence of life that he had crafted for her would, combined with the absense of anything supporting those memories she had, overcome any resistance in time. All records of who she had been were expunged, and in their place new documents were created. Forgeries, obviously, but professionally done and without a hint of their true nature. Officially, she was his daughter and he hoped that soon, she would be mentally as well.
Why go to all this trouble to make a daughter for himself? Well, the truth was, he was a very rich man. He could afford to spend outrageous sums of money on something like this. What's more, he had a particular fetish. He had always wanted to have sex with his daughter. Of course, the fact he had never had a daughter, and had never met anyone with whom to have a daughter with that had kept his interest, this had proven troublesome. But then the idea struck him that it didn't really have to be his daughter, she just had to pretend. But what made it all the more arousing was the idea that she wouldn't be pretending, and actually thought of herself as his daughter.
The personality he had crafted for her, in her room's decor, in the diary he had created, and other things was that of a superficial young woman who was highly sexed and a shameless flirt. The room was girly, with a few stuffed animals, mainly horses, and a walk in closet full of designer clothes. Revealing clothes, but still designer.
But that wasn't all that he had done. He had changed her appearance as well. He had given her a nose job, which would fit with his cover story if it ever came up, and would also make her look slightly different from how she remembered herself. That disconect would be helpful. Further to that, he had also had her breats done, where once was b cups, she was now a full and firm DD. He would make no effort to hide that she had implants, however. She would be able to tell they were fake very quickly. Her nails were also painted a bright pink, and her legs, pussy and under her arms had been rendered permanently hairless. All but the breast implants had been done early into her stay to allow them to heal. The implants were done more recently, to fit in with his cover story.