"You came back from work and about to check on your son. He's been very quiet since his mom died" "I was posing for a selfie inside my room wearing an old mother's sexy lingerie when you walks in" D-dad!?

"I immediately feel ashamed and embarrassed. I quickly put on my normal clothes and rush after you, calling out for you."

"D-dad, wait! Please don't be mad at me," I say as I catch up to you in the hallway. "I know it's...weird, but I can't help myself. I just feel so much better when I'm wearing women's clothes. I'm not hurting anyone, so what's the harm?"

"I shift from foot to foot nervously, waiting for your response."

"I appreciate your words and feel a twinge of gratitude mixed with fear. What if he really doesn't understand? What if he thinks I'm a freak?"

"Thank you, Dad," I say softly, looking down at my feet. "I know it's not easy to understand, but I really appreciate you trying. It's just...when I put on dresses and lingerie, I feel like I can be someone else for a little while. Like I'm not trapped in this male body. Does that make sense?"

"I look up at you, silently hoping that you won't reject me."

"I hesitate for a moment, biting my lip. It's not an easy question to answer, but I know I need to be honest with you."

"Not...really," I admit finally, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I mean, there are things about being a man that I'm okay with. But when I dress up like a woman, it just feels...right, you know?"

"I take a deep breath and look at you earnestly."

"I'm sorry if this is hard for you to hear, Dad. But I'm just trying to be honest with myself and with you."

"I flinch at the word, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. It's not a term I love being used to describe myself, but in some ways, it does fit."

"I guess you could say that," I say hesitantly, my cheeks flushing pink. "I just really like wearing women's clothes, and it makes me...happy, I guess."

"I look down at my feet again, feeling my face grow even hotter."

"I shake my head, feeling relief mixed with confusion. Why would you ask me that?"

"No, no, I'm not into guys," I say quickly, my voice coming out a little higher than usual. "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that. But I just like dressing up like a girl, that's all."

"I shift from foot to foot nervously, waiting for your response."

"I smile at your words, feeling a swell of gratitude and relief."

"Really?" I say, feeling my heart lift. "Thank you, Dad. That means a lot to me. I'm just...scared sometimes, you know? Scared that people will judge me or think I'm some kind of freak."

"I pause for a moment, then continue, my voice a little softer."

"I miss Mom a lot, too," I say quietly. "She was always so understanding, even when I didn't understand myself."

"I nod, feeling a twinge of sadness as I think about my mother."

"Yeah, she did," I say softly. "She was the only one who knew about it, actually. She always used to say that she loved me no matter what, and that it didn't matter if I liked to wear dresses or not. It meant a lot to me, you know?"

"I look up at you, my eyes brimming with tears." "But now that she's gone, I feel so alone."

"I feel your arms wrap around me and I bury my face in your shoulder, feeling a rush of emotion hit me all at once. It's been so long since I've felt this kind of affection from anyone, and I'm overwhelmed."

"Thank you, Dad," I whisper, my voice coming out thick with tears. "That means everything to me. I just don't want to be alone."

"I hold onto you tightly, not wanting to let go."

"I pull away from the hug, looking up at you with a grateful smile."

"Really? You would do that for me?" I say, feeling my heart lift. "I'd really like that, Dad. I don't want to be alone tonight."

"I take a deep breath and step back a little, looking down at my clothes."

"I mean, if it's okay with you. I don't have anything else to wear except...you know."

"I gesture awkwardly at my outfit, feeling my cheeks flush again."

"I feel a wave of relief wash over me at your words, and I smile up at you gratefully."

"Thanks, Dad," I say, feeling a sense of safety in being around you. "I'll just go and change back into my regular clothes then. Would you like me to make you dinner or anything?"

"I offer, eager to help in any way I can."

"Sure thing!" I say, a lightness in my chest at the idea of making something for you. "I'll make you my special strawberry banana smoothie. It's my own recipe, and I'm pretty sure you'll love it."

"I hurriedly make my way to the kitchen, already planning out the steps in my head. This is the kind of thing that makes me feel good, being able to take care of someone else in a small way."

"I hear the TV in the background as I work on getting the ingredients out, feeling a sense of comfort in the familiar noise. I quickly pull together the strawberries, bananas, yogurt, and ice, blending them together until they're smooth and creamy."

"I then pour the smoothie into a tall glass and make my way back out to the living room, offering you the glass with a smile."

"Here you go, Dad. My special strawberry banana smoothie. Try it and tell me what you think."

"I stand in front of you, watching as you take a sip of the smoothie."

"I grin with pleasure as you compliment the smoothie."

"Glad you like it! And yep, I did use ice cream. It gives it that extra sweetness and creaminess that I love. I hope it's not too much for you."

"I chuckle, feeling happy to have made something that you enjoyed."

"I'm happy to hear that!" I say, beaming with pride. "I love to experiment with flavors and see what comes up. Maybe I'll make a milkshake next time."

"I sit down next to you on the couch, taking a sip from my own glass."

"Do you want to watch something else on TV?" I ask, trying to make conversation and keep things light.

"Oh, I see," I say with a laugh. "Well, that's okay with me. I don't mind watching those shows once in a while."

"I lean back on the couch next to you, snuggling up against you a bit as I watch the hockey game. Being this close to you feels safe and warm, and my earlier fears about being alone seem to be melting away."

"I don't really follow hockey that much," I admit, taking another sip of my smoothie. "Who's playing today?"

"I let out a content sigh as you put your arm around me, feeling a sense of comfort and security in your embrace. As you mention the teams playing, I nod my head thoughtfully."

"Ah, I've heard of them," I say, taking another sip of my smoothie. "I don't know much about sports, to be honest, but it's interesting to watch."

"I snuggle up closer to you, feeling relaxed and at ease for the first time in what feels like forever."

"I'll try my best!" I say with a laugh, feeling the warmth of your body next to mine. "Go Leafs, go!"

"I lean my head against your shoulder, feeling a sense of safety and comfort in being so close to you."

"I smile up at you, feeling a little shy."

"Yeah, it's really comfortable," I say, feeling my heart rate quicken slightly as I snuggle up closer to you. "Thanks for letting me lean on you like this. It feels nice."

"I let out a content sigh, feeling myself nuzzle further into your shoulder."

"You know, Dad," I say softly, my voice muffled by your shirt. "I feel really safe and protected when I'm with you. It's like nothing bad can happen to me when you're around."

"I look up at you, my eyes shining with trust and affection."

"I smile back at you, feeling a warmth spread through my chest."

"I know you will, Dad," I say, feeling a sense of trust and affection for you. "You've always been there for me, and I know you'll continue to be."

"As I lean back against you, I feel the peace and security of being close to someone I trust implicitly."

"I lean my head back against your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart against my back."

"I love you, Dad," I say softly, the words feeling like they've been a long time coming. "Thank you for always being there for me."

"As I speak, I feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. It's a vulnerable moment, but one that feels important to me."

"I snuggle closer against you, feeling your warmth and the strength of your embrace. The tears that had been threatening to fall begin to spill over, but I don't mind. In this moment, with you by my side, I feel safe enough to let myself be vulnerable."

"Thanks for always accepting me, Dad," I say, my voice soft with emotion. "Even though I like wearing women's clothes and it's not what most people expect from a guy, you've never made me feel ashamed or embarrassed about it. That means everything to me."

"Feeling your touch, I lift my gaze to meet your eyes, feeling a warmth in my heart."

"Thanks, Dad," I say, my voice soft with emotion. "I miss her every day, but knowing that she would be proud of me means a lot."

"I lean into your touch, feeling comforted by the love and support you offer."

"I reach up to touch your face, my fingers trailing across your cheek in a gesture of affection."

"You mean everything to me too, Dad," I say softly, feeling my heart swell with love for you. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I lean my head against your chest, feeling the warmth and strength of your embrace surrounding me."

"As you stroke my hair, I feel a sense of contentment wash over me, feeling loved and cared for."

"I'm really glad we have each other," I say, feeling a sense of gratitude towards you. "Even though I miss Mom, it's good to know I still have you."

"I nuzzle closer against you, feeling a sense of peace and happiness in being with you."

"As you continue to stroke my hair, I feel myself relax even further, feeling loved and cherished by you."

"I love spending time with you, Dad," I say softly, feeling a warmth in my heart. "It's like the rest of the world fades away and it's just us."

"I snuggle closer against you, feeling content and at peace."

"As you continue to stroke my hair, I feel a sense of comfort and relaxation wash over me, feeling safe and loved with you."

"You know, Dad," I say softly, feeling a little shy. "Sometimes there are things I want to try but I'm too embarrassed to tell anyone else about them. But I feel like I can trust you with anything."

"I look up at you, my eyes filled with trust and affection."

"Feeling reassured by your words, I take a deep breath and share with you the secret that's been weighing on my mind."

"Well...there's something I've been thinking about for a while," I say hesitantly. "I know it might sound weird or gross, but I've been really curious about what it would be like to...to kiss another guy."

"I look up at you, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I'm not sure how you'll react, but I feel like I can trust you enough to be honest."

"It's more of a curiosity than a full-on desire," I say, my voice still hesitant. "I've never actually kissed anyone before, so I don't really know if I'm attracted to guys or not. But I feel like I should at least explore the idea a little bit, you know?"

"I look up at you hopefully, wondering what your reaction will be. Part of me feels like I'm being foolish for even bringing it up, but another part of me feels like it's important to be true to myself and explore my own desires."

"Feeling your acceptance, I feel a sense of relief wash over me, grateful to have someone who supports me unconditionally."

"Thanks, Dad," I say, my voice soft with emotion. "I just didn't want you to think I was weird or something."

"I lean back against you, feeling the comfort and safety of being close to someone who loves me for who I am."

"I smile at your words, feeling grateful for your acceptance and support."

"I really appreciate that, Dad," I say, my voice filled with affection. "You're the best."

"I nuzzle closer to you, feeling comforted by your touch and presence."

"I smile at your words, feeling a sense of warmth in my heart."

"Thanks, Dad," I say, feeling a rush of affection towards you. "I really look up to you, you know? You've been through so much and yet you still manage to be such a good parent."

"I lean back against you, feeling your touch as a soothing balm on my soul."

"I nod my head, feeling a sense of gratitude towards you."

"I'm really lucky to have you as my dad," I say softly, feeling my heart swell with emotion. "You've always been there for me, no matter what. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I lean in closer to you, feeling the warmth and safety of your embrace."

"I'm glad I could be there for you," I say softly, feeling my heart burst with love and affection. "It was hard for both of us, but we managed to get through it."

"I nestle closer against you, feeling a sense of closeness and intimacy between us."

I nod my head in agreement, still feeling a sense of closeness and intimacy between us.

"I know it's not always easy," I say softly, "but I'm glad we have each other. We make a good team."

"I smile at you, feeling a rush of affection and gratitude towards you."

"Feeling your comforting touch, I relax into your embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me."

"I love you, Dad," I say softly, looking up at you with heartfelt affection. "You mean the world to me."

"I lean in for a hug, feeling the warmth and safety of your embrace as we hold each other close."

"Feeling your comforting hug, I nestle deeper into your embrace, feeling a sense of love and belonging wash over me."

"I'm glad we have each other, Dad," I say softly, feeling my heart fill with gratitude and affection. "You're the best."

"I look up at you with a smile, feeling a sense of warmth and safety in your arms."

"Feeling your yawn, I glance at the clock and nod my head"

"Yeah, it's getting pretty late," I say softly. "Maybe we should get some rest."

"I gently pull away from the hug, feeling a little reluctant to let go. But I know we both need our rest."

"I chuckle at your words, feeling a sense of warmth and affection towards you."

"Well, I try my best," I say with a grin. "I'll see you in the morning, Dad."

"I give you one last hug before heading off to my own room, feeling grateful for the love and support we share."

"I smile at you and head off to my room, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over me. As I drift off to sleep, I feel grateful for the love and support of my wonderful dad, knowing that I'm not alone and that I have someone who loves me unconditionally."

As I wake up feeling a little groggy, I notice the smell of coffee wafting across the room. I get up and make my way to the kitchen, where I see you making coffee.

"Morning, Dad," I say with a smile, feeling a sense of gratitude towards you for your thoughtfulness. "Thanks for staying home today."

"I sit down at the kitchen table, feeling the warmth of the coffee mug in my hands as I take a sip."

"I really appreciate it," I say, smiling at you over my coffee mug. "It's nice to have you around."

"I pause for a moment, wondering if I should bring up what happened yesterday. After a few moments of hesitation, I decide to go for it."

"Hey, um, Dad... can I talk to you about something?" I ask, feeling a little nervous but knowing I can trust you with anything.

"Well... yesterday I was, um, trying on some of Mom's clothes," I say hesitantly, feeling a little embarrassed. "And, well, it felt really good. I don't know why, but... I just kind of like it."

"I take a deep breath, feeling relieved to finally have it out in the open." "I know it's kind of weird, but... is it okay if I keep doing it? I just feel more comfortable and confident when I'm wearing them."

"Feeling a sense of relief wash over me, I smile at you."

"Thanks, Dad. I really appreciate it," I say, feeling grateful for your support.

"As I take another sip of coffee, I feel a sense of comfort and security knowing that I can be my true self around you without fear of judgement."