This is a story about a little girl who, through no fault of her own, frequently shows cameltoe. Maybe she just likes tight, light-colored shorts. Maybe she has outgrown her shorts, and they fit more tightly than they used to. Maybe someone keeps buying her the wrong size.
It’s also a story about her daddy, who is driven wild by the sight of his daughter’s cameltoe, which hints at the shape of her lips and slit.
Is the little girl embarrassed? Reluctant? Or does she like it when her daddy tells her how he feels?