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A Father's Love
by RogerGirl
If there's one thing I remember about my father it's how supportive he
was of me throughout my life. After my mother was killed in a car
accident when I was 6, my father raised me as a single dad. Although we
were quite wealthy because my dad was a record producer, he remained very
involved in my upbringing despite his busy schedule. I admit I was not
always the easiest kid to manage and we went through our share of
nannies, but my dad was a strict disciplinarian and kept me on the
straight and narrow. Despite being strict, he was always fair and
allowed me to pursue any interest I had as long as it was legal.
Growing up I was very interested in sports and tried out one year for a
spot on the football team. Now, the chances of my making the team were
slim and my father knew it. I have always been a small, skinny guy and
as I look back I would probably been better suited for some other sport
that involved less physical contact. In spite of this and his lack of
interest in sports, my dad spent all of his free time practicing with me
and getting me ready for tryouts. Even though my father was more
interested in arts and music, he was still a pretty athletic guy and
would play the occasional pickup game with me or take me to Lakers and
Dodgers games. With his help, I got a spot on the roster as a kicker,
but only got a few minutes of playing time when the starting kicker was
injured at the end of the season.
In my senior year of high school, I got my girlfriend pregnant on prom
night. Her parents, who never really approved of me, kicked her out of
the house and stopped communicating with her. Soon after they moved away
without leaving her their new phone number or address. Fortunately for
both of us, my father took her in and even supported her through college
after the baby was born. While my grades weren't good enough to get into
a good college, Ella was an athlete and honor's student and graduated
with her pick of colleges. She ended up going to UCLA in order to stay
close to home. I took some college courses online, but mostly I was a
stay at home dad. My father loved being a grandfather and when he wasn't
working he would spend as much time with my son, Peyton, as possible.
Life continued on like this for several years. Since my family had a lot
of money and Ella found a well paying job after earning her MBA, I
continued to be a stay at home dad. We also got married during this time
in a small ceremony with our closest friends.
As my son grew older, I began to realize he wasn't like the other boys
his age. He didn't let us cut his hair, he liked wearing dresses, and he
enjoyed playing with dolls and pretending to be a princess. All of his
friends were girls and when I tried to get him to play with other boys
his age he would shy away. Luckily we lived in a pretty liberal
neighborhood and the neighbors seemed to think such behavior was fine.
I, however, felt uncomfortable by my son's feminine behavior. Growing up
with the name Courtney, which was a family name, I was sometimes teased
at school for having a girl's name. While no one seemed to be judging
him now, I wasn't sure what kind of life he'd have once he started
school. The parents in the area might be accepting, but it's hard to
tell how his fellow students might treat him. For this reason we decided
to home school him for the first few years. Thinking this might be a
phase, we thought we would wait for him to outgrow this before enrolling
him in school.
When I was 25, my life took a tragic turn. My father, who had never been
a very healthy eater and would enjoy the occasional drink and cigar,
suffered a heart attack and passed away a few months later. I was
heartbroken and forced to continue my father's company on my own. Not
knowing much about the industry, I hired professionals to run the day-to-
day and only made occasional visits to ensure the company was being run
correctly in my father's absence. During this time I mostly stayed at
home, grew out my hair, and grew a beard. My wife hated the beard, but
knowing my pain put up with my sloppy appearance. Also, we began to
realize our son may not have just been going through a phase. When he
turned nine he asked for a princess party with princess makeovers and he
also began showing interest in the son of the lesbian couple that lived
down the street. I often found them on play dates together playing
house. My son would play the wife and hold the boy's hand and kiss him
on the cheek.
While I didn't have anything against people who were gay or
transgendered, I never expected my son would be possibly one or both.
While Ella didn't seem to mind, she could tell I felt somewhat
uncomfortable whenever I saw my son acting girly or kissing the neighbor
boy. One night in early October, when Peyton was 12, Ella and I
discussed our Halloween plans while lying in bed.
"So Halloween is coming up and I have to go out of town on business
again," Ella said. "Do you think you can take Peyton to the Halloween
party?"
"Yes, I suppose," I replied while watching SportsCenter. "Did he already
pick out his costume?"
"He did," Ella replied hesitantly, "and since I won't be able to take him
this year, he was wondering if you could dress up with him instead."
"What does he want me to dress up as?" I asked turning my attention away
from the TV.
"Well, since he's dressing up as Dorothy, he was wondering if you'd dress
as Glinda," she replied. "We actually got the costumes before I knew I
would have to go out of town. The Glinda costume is kind of sexy, but
not too revealing."
"I don't know," I responded. "I've gotten used to the fact that Peyton
likes to dress like a girl, but I think I'll find a scarecrow costume or
something instead."
We went to sleep and I didn't think much about Halloween again until a
few days later. While watching some family videos I began to think back
to all of the things my dad did with me. Watching him in the videos, I
could tell that while he really didn't share all of my interests, he was
always there to support me. I also remembered how Ella's relationship
with her parents had strained, and I never wanted to make Peyton feel the
same way. Having my dad's support gave me the confidence to keep on
trying even when I felt like giving up. When Ella got home later that
night, I sat her and Peyton down and told them I would wear the Glinda
costume. Excitedly, Peyton ran over and hugged me and my wife smiled at
me. We made plans to hire a professional makeup artist to help me get
ready and Ella would help me get used to walking in heels. I could also
tell that Ella was relieved I'd finally shave my beard for that night.
Over the next few weeks we began preparing for Halloween night. Ella
ordered custom prosthetics for me to wear with my costume and I had my
body waxed, which hurt like hell. I have to admit it did feel nice have
a hairless body, but I wouldn't go through the waxing again. I also
practiced walking in heels, putting on makeup and nail polish, and trying
to act and talk like a woman. My wife left a few days before Halloween
and I spent the next few days practicing with Peyton. Having not spent a
lot of time with Peyton recently, it was nice getting to spend some time
together. Peyton seemed very natural as a girl and had even become quite
pretty. While we didn't allow him to wear a lot of makeup, he was pretty
good at putting it on and I could tell he'd been sneaking lessons from
some of the older girls in the neighborhood.
"Dad?" he asked hesitantly as we got ready a couple days before the
party.
"Yes, son?" I responded.
"I know you aren't really comfortable with all of this and are only
dressing to support me," he stated, "but do you think we could spend a
day together as girls?"
"I suppose," I said, "It will save time having to get ready before the
party."
The next day, the makeup artist came over and helped me attach all of the
prosthetics, styled my hair, and helped me with my nails and makeup. She
would come back again before the party, so she helped me with a more
casual style for a day as a woman. Peyton complimented me on how I
looked and asked me if she could invite Dylan, the neighbor boy, to spend
the day with us. Since Dylan would be seeing me as a woman at the party
anyway, I agreed to let him come over. I was wearing a casual dress that
ended a few inches above the knee with a pair of heels so that I could
get more practice in before the party. Peyton was wearing a pair of
short denim shorts and a tank top with a pair of flip flops that showed
off his painted nails. We both had pretty feminine bodies and features
and anyone who saw us would think we were just a pretty mother and
daughter. It was a bit of a blow to my ego that I looked so much better
as a woman, but I decided to just go along with it and enjoy getting to
know Peyton better.
When Dylan came over he hugged Peyton and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Peyton took his hand and led him over to me for a proper introduction.
While I had known Dylan since he was born, Peyton wanted to properly
introduce him as his boyfriend. Having seen this coming, I responded
courteously and Dylan nervously told me that I looked very pretty. I
thanked him and we went to the kitchen to have some lunch. As I watched
Dylan and Peyton together, I had to admit they made a cute couple and
that Dylan was a very nice boy. I learned that Dylan was into sports and
was learning to play the guitar. I wasn't sure if he was attracted to
boys or if he viewed Peyton as a girl, but I decided not to press the
issue at the time.
After lunch Peyton convinced me to take them to the mall. I hadn't left
the house dressed as a woman up to this point and was nervous about how I
would do in public. Peyton told me I passed very well and that I would
do fine as long as he called me mom and I referred to him as my daughter.
Reluctantly I grabbed one of Ella's purses and packed it with my cell
phone, keys, some makeup, a pair of Ella's sunglasses, and one of Ella's
wallets packed with my license, some money, and my credit and debit
cards. Since my name is Courtney I wouldn't have much trouble using my
cards while dressed as a woman. When we got to the mall, Peyton and
Dylan walked in confidently holding hands. I, however, was more cautious
until I realized that everyone seem to think I was a woman and even
caught several guys checking me out. By the time we reached the first
store I was feeling more comfortable and soon felt like a mom out for the
day with her daughter.
As the day went on I watched as Peyton picked out and tried on different
clothes and shoes and tried them on for Dylan and me. At times he would
ask me my opinion on stuff and despite my lack of knowledge on female
fashion he seemed to like some of my choices. After buying some stuff
for him, they convinced me to buy a few things for myself. I knew I
would never use any of it, but since I was the same size as my wife I
could give what I bought to her. I ended up buying a couple dresses and
skirts, a few blouses, a swimsuit, several styles of shoes, and a few
things from Victoria's Secret. Throughout the day people would tell me
how pretty my daughter was and that I was a lucky mom or that my daughter
was lucky she got my looks. I thanked them and I must admit the
compliments felt pretty nice.
After shopping for several hours, we went home and changed into our
swimsuits. Dylan put on a pair of swimming trunks and Peyton put on a
one-piece suit that was appropriate for a girl his age. My suit,
however, was a two-piece that showed off my feminine figure and left
little to the imagination. My prosthetics were very realistic and with
my long blonde hair I must have looked like some kind of model or
actress. We continued to refer to each other as mother and daughter and
Dylan called Peyton his girlfriend. I began to realize that Peyton might
be transgendered, but I would not pressure him to make any decision until
he came to us and discussed it. If he did decided to get hormone
treatments and permanently become a girl, I would be proud to have him as
my daughter.
We spent some time at the pool and ordered a pizza for dinner. When the
pizza came, I momentarily forgot how I was dressed and gave the delivery
guy quite an eyeful answering the door in my swimsuit. As I paid for the
pizza, I could tell the pizza guy was nervous and trying not to stare at
my body. Nervously, he made his way back to the car and almost tripped
as he turned back to check me out one last time. I admit it felt kind of
nice knowing I had that kind of power over men as a woman. As a guy I
was never really one of the cool kids and wasn't very lucky with the
girls before I met Ella. The only time I was popular was when people
found out who my dad was and even then they weren't really that
interested in me.
We ate the pizza on the patio by the pool and soon after Dylan said his
goodbyes and went home. After he left Peyton asked me to watch a movie
with him and we changed into our sleeping clothes and Peyton climbed into
bed with me. While watching one of Peyton's favorite romantic comedies,
he fell asleep next to me. I turned off the TV and fell asleep next to
him. The next afternoon Peyton woke me up anxiously and told me that the
makeup lady was there. I went downstairs in the tank top and shorts
pajama set I was wearing and the woman complimented me on how well I was
doing. I went to the bathroom to take a shower so that I could get ready
for the party. Over the next several hours we worked on getting ready
for the party. I never realized before that day how long it takes for
women to get ready.
Eventually we were ready and I met Peyton downstairs in my costume. As I
came down the steps, I immediately noticed how beautiful Peyton looked in
his Dorothy costume. The makeup lady took some pictures of us before
leaving, then we left for the party. When we got to the house, Dylan
opened the door wearing a scarecrow costume. He told us how good we
looked and took us over to greet his moms. They were dressed as the
Wicked Witch and the Wizard and they complimented us on our costumes.
They also seemed surprised that I made such an attractive woman and joked
that I had been wasting all these years as a man and that pretty soon
they might not be the only lesbian couple on the block.
Soon the guests began to arrive and they would all compliment us on our
costumes. Unlike the day before, everyone here knew I was a man so I
felt more comfortable not having to pretend I was a real woman. Dressed
as I was, however, I spent more time with the other women at the party
than with the men. Even though they knew I wasn't really a woman, I
could still spot most of the guys checking me out. The women treated me
as one of the moms and I soon felt like part of the group. They would
occasionally joke with me though that I should dance with some of the
guys or that one of the guys at the party liked me. Peyton was having a
good time with Dylan and the other kids and spent most of the night on
the dance floor.
As the night went on, I began to get pretty drunk and had to sit down for
a while. As I sat looking around the room, a guy sat down next to me and
started talking to me. There was something familiar about this guy, but
I couldn't place who he was. Eventually I realized that it was the pizza
guy and I could also tell he didn't know I was really a man. Soon he was
on top of me and had his lips on mine, and his hands all over my body.
He was much bigger than I was and I struggled to push him off. I began
to panic as his hands found their way up my bare thigh and he made a move
to remove my panties. Luckily I was rescued by one of the guys at the
party who told the guy that I was his wife. The pizza guy apologized and
hurried away. I recognized the guy who saved me as one of Dylan's
parent's friends, Mitch. He was openly gay, but was not the
stereotypical gay guy that you would see in the movies. On the surface
one would think he was straight. He played football in college and owned
a construction business.
"Thanks," I said relieved.
"No problem," Mitch responded, "I could tell you needed a hand. How did
it feel being kissed by a guy?"
"Horrible," I answered fixing my dress, "I hope I never have to go
through something like that again. I can tell why a lot of women think
guys are jerks."
"I feel the same way sometimes," he replied laughing, "My last boyfriend
was a real shit head. Listen, I know you're straight and that this will
probably be the only time you dress as a woman, but do you mind if we
hang out for the rest of the party? It sucks being at a party alone."
"Sure," I answered, then added jokingly, "as long as you don't try to
kiss me."
"Don't worry," he said once again laughing, "you're not my type anyway."
We spent the night talking and became pretty good friends. We were both
big Laker fans and we agreed to hang out sometime and watch a game.
Mitch found a new boyfriend a few months later and we would occasionally
get together for couple's nights when Ella was in town. Soon it was
getting late and the party was wrapping up. Mitch said goodbye and left
on his motorcycle. I went back to the main room and found Dylan and
Peyton with Dylan's parents. Luckily none of them saw me with Mitch so
they didn't joke with me about him. We said our goodbyes and went home.
Too tired to change back to a man, I put on a nightgown and fell asleep
as soon as my head hit the pillow.
The next day I woke up with a pounding headache and saw Ella staring down
at me at the side of the bed. She got me something for my hangover and
asked me how everything went. I told her almost everything, except for
the part about the pizza guy and Mitch. She was about to help me change
when Peyton came into the room. Peyton was very nervous and eventually
told us that he finally felt comfortable telling us that he wanted to
transition into a girl full-time after realizing that he now had my
support. We told him we would support him with his decision, but to make
sure that this was what he really wanted first. After meeting with
doctors and counselors, Peyton began his transition into a girl. By the
time he was a teenager he had developed just like the other girls his age
and eventually he had his final operation.
After changing all of the paperwork to reflect Peyton as a female, we
enrolled her in the same high school Dylan went to. Peyton became a
cheerleader and Dylan became the quarterback on the football team. They
continued dating through high school and next week is their senior prom.
Peyton is excited to go wear her prom dress and hopes she is voted prom
queen. She is very popular at school and is respected by her fellow
students. She is very smart like her mother and will be attending UCLA
in the fall.
While I never dressed as a woman again after Halloween, I did learn a lot
from the experience and it allowed me to grow closer to Peyton. I also
enrolled in more college courses and eventually earned my degree. I have
since taken a more active role in my father's company and have even
signed a few artists with Peyton's help. Most of them were young male
singers that Peyton had a crush on, but I also signed some artists that I
liked. Each day I remember what my father taught me and as I pass my
father's picture in the lobby at work, I only pray that he is proud of
the father I have become.
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