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Take Your Daughter to Work Day Belladonna David Paris stared at his son with a slack jaw. His eyes peered over to the appalled look on his ex-wife's face as she processed their son's words. "What do you mean you're jealous of other girls?" Diana inquired, placing her hands on her hips as she did so. Her young son cowered while he said, "They get all the attention. Everyone tells them that they're pretty. They get to wear dresses and go to work with their parents." "Where is this all coming from?" Diana demanded to know. David sucked his lips into his mouth. He wondered if his son had found the stash of female clothing at his apartment that he had started to accumulate after the divorce. David shook his head, fearing that he planted in his son the same desires that haunted him. David had gone to great lengths to hide them over the years. From playing football and hockey and joining the army, to marrying Diana, most of the decisions in his life had been made to try to cover up the desires that were inside of him. His son's talk about his jealousies of the fairer sex stung David. He had them too. There were too many women he had known over the years that he believed wasted the opportunity that God gave them by blessing them with a female form. If he was one, he was sure that he would have made better use of the opportunities it afforded. Cory stared up at his mother in silence as she repeated her demand. David interjected, "Don't badger him." "Don't tell me what to do," Diana retorted with the familiar contempt for his opinion in her tone that never failed to grate on her ex-husband over the years. David sneered at her before he asked his son, "When did you start feeling this way?" "I don't know," Cory replied with a shake of his head. "How do you not know?" his mother demanded. "I don't know." "You were too young to remember," David asked, knowing that he could recall with certainty when the feelings started in him. Cory responded with a nod of his head at his father's suggested response. Diana shook her head as she said, "Why do you want to be a girl?" Cory hung his head before his eyes peered over at the muted television. He gazed at the Disney Channel show and pointed at a girl and said, "Because she gets to wear pretty dresses like that." "Oh, you want to wear pretty dresses? I'll get you some pretty dresses that you can go play with all your friends in..." "No," Cory shrieked in a whine that pierced David's ears. "So, you don't want to be a girl...." "He doesn't want to be humiliated," David interjected. "Would you stop undercutting me?" "Would you stop trying to humiliate your son?" David countered. "Oh, so, you're fine with this?" Diana asked, incredulous at the thought that her former Army Ranger husband could even tolerate the thought of his only son in a dress. "If he really wants to be a girl, he's got my full support," David retorted to his ex-wife's dismay. Diana glared at him as she shouted, "You're just saying that to piss me off!" "No. I mean it," David replied in a calm tone that was in stark contrast to the shrieking, red-faced woman he was engaging with. Her angrier expression caused a small smirk to come to his face as her lividness was something he felt was a fringe benefit to his support of his son. David shook his head at his wife before he gave his son a hug and said, "Whatever you choose, Daddy's behind you." "Oh, don't play that card," Diana yelled. "I love you no matter what," David told his trembling son while his ex- wife continued to rant. As he listened to her angry words, he thought about himself. He never could have told his parents what he felt. He was too embarrassed by it. He tried to deny it, but the urges never went away for long. "This isn't about you," David interjected as Diana talked about the humiliation Cory would cause her. "Oh, so you'd be fine with him walking around like a girl?" "Yes," David replied. While he was certain that he would face some ridicule due to his son's decision, he felt that he was responsible for somehow passing on his disorder. Diana's glare melted as she smirked, thinking that she would call his bluff, "So, your son said he wants to go to work with his parents like one of the girls. Then, why don't you take your daughter to work if you're so comfortable with it?" David paused at the words Diana had spat with such derisiveness before he answered, "I would be honored to bring my daughter to work with me." Diana's smirk dissipated as she stared at him with a slack jaw. She shook her head and said, "You've got to be kidding?" David stared down at his equally shocked son and said, "I'll do it for my little girl." "You don't have to..." , Cory began to reply. "It's not about having to do it; it's about doing what's right. What have I always told you, always do the right thing," David lectured his child. "But I'd go as a girl?" Cory asked with a quiver in his voice as he squirmed in his father's arms. "Oh, backing away when it gets real," Diana retorted to her child. Cory shook his head before David replied for him, "I'll be right there to protect him..." "But it's going to be so embarrassing...," Cory whined. "If you want to be a girl, you'd better get used to it," Diana rejoined before she added, "Or we can just pretend this whole thing never happened." Cory was silent before Diana replied, "Or we could go out and buy you a pretty little outfit so that you can be a daddy's little princess!" David frowned at his wife's sarcastic and dismissive remark that was directed at their child. He felt that the boy was in too delicate of a position to be subjected to such insensitivity. "I'll take you right now," David interjected with a smile. "No. What if I see someone?" Cory shouted before sniffling. "Don't be scarred," David told his trembling child before he added, "We all have to do things that scare us." "Stop pushing him to do it," Diana countered. "I'm not pushing him; you're trying to scare him away from..." "I'm trying to get him to not ruin his life, not to go along with what he thinks is a good idea at ten. Ten year olds shouldn't be making life changing decisions." "It's not his decision," David retorted, feeling that no one would make the choice his son had verbally hinted at if they had one to make. "Well, why don't we ask him? Cory, do you want to be a boy, keep playing baseball, basketball and soccer like a normal boy, or do you want to put on a dress and pretend you're a girl so that everyone thinks you're a freak?" "Diana," David yelled as he could sense his son's deep embarrassment. "The truth hurts," Diana countered while she placed her hands on her hips. David shook his head as he thought about what her son was doing. His athleticism reminded him of his own attempts to cover up his desires with what he felt were male pursuits. The only outward hint that his son had any desires to be a girl was the long hair that he had insisted on for years despite David's insistence that Cory cut it. The length of his son's hair took on a far different meaning as he sorted through his son's claims in his head. For the first time, he was happy that his son had pushed back. David turned to his son and said, "You can be a girl, you can be a boy. I'm okay with either. Just do what you know is true, and I'll support you till the end. You don't have to go shopping for a dress. I'll get you a pretty outfit..." "Dad...," Cory interjected. "Let me finish. I'll get you the outfit, and we'll get you dressed and bring you straight to work. Veronika's the only employee I have. She's the only one who will see you, other than people we pass by on the street, and I guarantee, they won't look twice at you..." "You can't guarantee that," Diana countered. "I can guarantee that I will protect you and that none of your friends will see you," David said while he hugged his son. "So, what's it going to be, BOY?" Diana inquired. David glared at his wife before his son said, "I'm going to go with Dad." David smiled at his words and the crushed look at his wife's face. David gave his son another hug before he said, "I'm looking forward to it." David could see the conflicted look on his son's face as he thanked him. David said goodbye to him and his livid ex-wife before he headed home, unable to contemplate anything other than how he would make his son most comfortable during his day out en femme. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- David walked into his office the next day and got to work. His assistant arrived shortly after nine. She walked into his office and asked if he needed a cup of coffee. "No. I'm good," David replied before he let Veronika get settled at her desk. After continuing to work for a half an hour, David decided that he needed to tell her what had been on his mind all night. Although he did not want to burden her with his problems, her status as his only employee rendered her a captured audience. He paused for a few seconds after making his decision as he rethought it. The reality of what he promised his son, however, left him with limited choices. He stared at a picture of Cory and decided to go through with it. "Veronika, are you busy?" "No." "Can you come on in?" "Sure." Veronika gave David a quizzical glance as she walked into the room. David told her to take a seat before he said, "I wanted to let you know that my son is coming to work with me on Thursday. "Thursday? Oh, that's Take Your Child to Work Day." "Take Your Child?" "Yeah." "You mean daughter?" "No, that's a traditionalist view, a lot of parents started taking their sons too. The whole daughter only thing is kind of pass?." "When did this start?" "A few years ago." "When I first heard about it, it was a feminist thing." "It was, but some parents thought it was wrong to discriminate against boys." "Huh?" "So, what's the big deal?" "Um...it's...well, I'm taking my daughter to work," David said, struggling to say the words. "You have a daughter?" Veronika asked, confused by his claim. David gave his secretary a sheepish smile as he answered, "Cory." Veronika gave him an inquisitive look. As she began to understand what he meant, she was too taken aback to orally ask for an explanation. David leaned back in his chair and expanded on his words, "My son came out last night when I dropped him off at Diana's place." "He's gay..." "No! He's a girl...," David responded, his forcefulness dissipating with each word. "A girl?" David responded with a nod. "Wow. How are you taking it?" "It's a hard, but I want him to get a chance to see if he really wants to be a girl." "How's Diana taking it?" "Bad." "Bad?" "Basically, as bad as someone could take it." "Oh." "She had a fit, but I supported him to try to make him feel better." "That's got to be so hard for him." "It is. That's why I'm trying to make everything go as smoothly as it can." "How are you going to handle that?" "I ordered him an outfit online yesterday." "That's nice," Veronika replied, unsure of what else to say. "I'm trying to make him comfortable." Veronika responded with a nod before David continued, "So, out of support for him, I ordered an outfit for myself." Veronika's eyes widened as she processed David's half-truth. David worried that he had done something in the past that would make her see through his lie about not having the outfit already or that his cross- dressing was not purely out of support for his son. After a minute of silence passed, Veronika's eyes met David's as she said, "When you say outfit?" "Out of sympathy and support, I will be coming in on Thursday in a dress..." "Oh, my God," Veronika exclaimed as she start to laugh, cutting off David's slowly delivered news. David blushed at her continued laughing. She tried her best to muzzle it with her hands, but she was unable to stop. David gave her a bemused look, understanding her reveling in the moment before he reminded her, "I'm doing this for my child." Composing herself, Veronika replied, "I know, and you're a great dad to do it for him, but it's just so friggin funny." "Well, try not to laugh at us on Thursday." "Oh, I promise I won't. I'll keep it together." "Thank you." "And, after that, I'll only make fun of you for it about every other week for as long as we know each other," Veronika joked. "We both know that's a promise you can't keep," David retorted before smirking and dismissing her from his office. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- After work on Wednesday, David stopped to pickup dinner at a fast food restaurant. He ate in the car as he made his way over to his wife's house with a small dessert snack for his son. The closer David got to the house he had purchased with his ex-wife, the more excited he got about what he had done for his son. He could not wait to show Cory what was waiting for him back at his apartment. He was certain the boy would be excited by it. David shook his head as he contrasted his acceptance of his son with his parent's views on the world. He knew that they never would have supported him if he told them he was a girl in a boy's body. They would have beaten him or sent him to therapy, but they never would have accepted it. If they had, he knew that his life would have been very different. While he did not hate his life, he felt cheated. The only part of it that he unequivocally loved was his son. That was the only reason that the fact that he had once been married to Diana was tolerable. If he had not been forced to live as a man, David knew that he would not have made the mistake of marrying her. While proud of his military service, David was also prone to denigrate himself for what drove him to enlist. He felt that he was unlike those he served with overseas. He was not motivated by a patriotic urge, sense of duty or even financial incentives. He enlisted solely to help foster the illusion that he was a real man. Although it had nothing to do with how he completed his service, the reason that drove him there always made him feel ashamed of himself when he compared himself to those that he served alongside. David pulled up in front of the suburban home that he had purchased with Diana years earlier. She had gotten it in the divorce and the maintenance of the exterior had suffered since he moved out. When he purchased it, he had dreams of a normal family, but his urges never left him. He struggled to keep them suppressed throughout his entire marriage, even as his wife grew more distant after the birth of their child. She barely even reminded him of the girl he married by the time she had him served with divorce papers. David got out of the car and walked towards the door. He knocked upon it and waited for his ex-wife to open it. She drew the door open and shot him a steely gaze. While he had sometimes cowed under it during their marriage, the divorce proceedings she had instigated against him left him unmoved by any negative emotions she showed towards him. "Is Cory ready?" David asked. "HE'S ready. HE'S all washed up and finished HIS dinner," Diana replied, emphasizing her son's gender at every opportunity. "Look, I'm not thrilled about this either...." "Then, get on my side and stop this bullshit." "You've got to let the kid figure something like this out for himself." "No. You don't! He's a kid." "He needs to figure it out..." "He needs to listen to reason and face the facts." "He knows himself better than..." "Nobody knows my SON better than me. HE'S NOT a girl." "So, if you thought he was a girl, it'd be different." "No. You are what you are born as. There's nothing more to it than that, but this world is so sick that we have to indulge everybody's ridiculous fantasies. Bruce Jenner, Man. Laverne Cox, Man. Chastity Bono, girl. That Honey Boo Boo replacement they put on the TLC channel, boy." David glared at his wife as she finished counting off the names on her fingers. Diana shook her head at his disapproving look as she sneered and barked, "Oh, like you'd fuck a tranny." David was taken aback by her comment. Despite his own fantasies and desires, he knew he would never date a transgendered girl due to the stigma attached to it alone. Diana shook her head again as she said in a defeated tone, "If it wasn't for the fact that this world is so messed up by the liberals that the courts would paint me as the bad guy, I wouldn't even let you humor his stupid idea." David gave her a sympathetic look as he said, "Look, we're not together anymore, but we've got to be together when it comes to Cory. We can't undercut each other. I'm giving him what he wants in a controlled environment for one day. He might spend one day as a girl and go running back to being a boy. There's no guarantee that he's transgendered. It could just be a phase." "Let's hope so," Diana replied before her son walked up behind her. Diana bent down as she hugged Cory and said, "Be a good BOY, for Daddy." "I will, Mom," Cory replied. Cory followed his father to the car and grinned as he got in, smelling the scent of the dessert his father had gotten for him as he sat down. Once he buckled himself in the back seat, he asked his father, "Are these for me?" "They sure are," David replied before he pulled the car away from his wife's home. As Cory started to eat the dessert, David said, "That's not the only surprise I've got for you." David saw Cory's silent gaze in the rearview mirror before David added, "I think you're going to like it." "Okay, Dad," Cory forced himself to say before he went back to eating the dessert his father had gotten him. After they reached David's apartment building, David let his son into the two bedroom, first floor unit that he had rented since he was forced to move out of his wife's home. Cory looked nervous as he looked around for what his father had gotten for him. David walked past his son and said, "I remember that girl you pointed at on the TV and said you liked what she was wearing. Now, I couldn't find exactly what she was wearing, but I got something close." "Dad..." "Don't worry about it. I already told Veronika that you were coming in." "You did?" Cory asked in a nervous tone. "She knows all about my little girl," David replied with a wink. "Dad, do I have to wear the outfit?" "Well, you didn't want to go shopping for one, but I suppose, we could head in a little late after a little shopping if you prefer." "No," Cory replied, terrified at the prospect of shopping for girls clothing in person. David shrugged as he smiled and said, "We'll do that, when you're ready. Now, do you want to see you're outfit?" Cory was silent as David reached into a closet and removed the outfit. David held up the sleeveless, floral print, fit and flare dress and said, "Isn't it pretty?" "Sure," Cory said after a pause before David pulled out a package containing white tights. "What are those for?" "It's too cold to be going around with bare legs," David told his son. "Too cold?" "You don't want the cold wind kissing your legs and blowing up the skirt of your dress without them. You'd be freezing!" Cory nodded in silence, understanding their purpose. David then took out the shoebox containing the black, patent leather, open shank shoes he purchased for his son. Cory gave them a nervous glance before David said, "I know they're not like the shoes the girl was wearing on the show, but you're not old enough to wear heels yet. You'll get there, but you can't rush things." "Okay," Cory replied as he crossed his arms. David saw the pose. Reading his son's disappointment, David hurried to add, "But just because you're too young for heels, doesn't mean you're too young for your first purse." David handed Cory the pink pocketbook with the word "Love" written on it in a variety of fonts and colors. As Cory looked it over, David said, "I've got all sorts of makeup for you if you want to play with it." "Maybe later ," Cory replied. "That's smart. Small steps, dear," David responded. "Right," Cory replied before David put the rest of the outfit away. "Come on, let me show you your room." "What'd you do?" Cory asked with some alarm. "You'll see," David replied as he opened the door to his son's room and let him look inside the room. Cory's mouth opened as he stared at the pink walls. David put his arm around his son and said, "I painted them before and after work on Monday just to make sure that you had place that you could feel like yourself." Cory was silent as he stared at the hot pink walls before he stepped inside and looked around the room that was otherwise unchanged. David nodded at his son as he said, "I know that it's still got all your old decorations, but I promise we'll get you some new decorations after work tomorrow. We can really pretty this place up." "Okay," was the only word that Cory could muster in response to his father. "Now, let's get you changed for bed. We've got a big day tomorrow." David turned and reached into Cory's dresser and said, "One last surprise tonight...I got you your first nightgown." "Why?" "To sleep in, silly," David replied. Cory's eyes widened as he looked over the plain nightgown. David helped Cory out of his clothes and into the light green colored nightgown. As Cory stared down at his nightgown as it rested over his body, David said, "Brush your teeth, it's time for bed." Cory was silent as he walked into the bathroom. The sensations of the hem of the nightgown gingerly touching his bare legs felt odd to him as he made the walk. He then reached for his toothbrush and brushed his teeth before he went back into his bedroom. As Cory got into his bed, David walked over and tucked him in. David could see the unease on his son's face and asked, "What's wrong?" "I feel a little weird." "Don't. You're home," David replied, trying to reassure his son. David gave him a kiss on the forehead as he said, "Goodnight, princess." "Good night, Dad," Cory replied. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- David woke up early the next morning. He had set his alarm far earlier than he normally set it for, but he had awaken before the first beep. After getting out of bed, David went into the bathroom. He showered and checked his legs for body hair. While he was wearing opaque black tights to hide the fact that they were shaven, he still hated the feeling of any hair between his legs and tights. Once he finished showering, David stepped out of the bathroom and turned on the light in his bedroom. He went into his dresser and pulled out a pair of control top, black tights and a beige bra. He put the bra on first before he stuffed the cups with his breast forms. With the bra on, David rolled his tights down into doughnuts as he made his way over to his bed. David sat down upon it and unrolled the tights over his legs. A smile came upon his face as his manhood enlarged as the nylon brushed against his legs while he brought the tights over them. David stood up and moved his hips from side to side as he worked the control top of the tights over his hips before he tucked his manhood between his legs. David's hand reached for his smoothened groin and rubbed it, enjoying the feeling of a feminine smoothness between his legs that caused his manhood to swell further between his butt cheeks. The erect member between his legs made David wobble a little as he walked over to his closet to pull out the skirt suit he decided on for the workday. Figuring he would never get an opportunity to go to work en femme again, David decided to wear the outfit that he longed dreamed of sporting in the workplace. David stepped into the black, above the knee, pencil skirt of the suit and brought it up his legs. He shifted his legs in the skirt, feeling the hem pull against his legs while he enjoyed looking at his tights covered legs that were contorting to different angles. With a smile, he pulled up the zipper before he reached into the closet and took hold of a white, stretch jersey top with a scoop neckline. David brought the blouse over his body. The soft feeling of the top that was enveloping his upper body made his manhood swell again. After working his hands through the cuffs of the sleeves, David took hold of the matching jacket of the skirt suit. He placed his arms through the sleeves and grinned as he glanced at how he looked from the neck down. Unable to keep from smiling about the feminine feelings around him, David reached down to pickup a pair of plain, two-inch heeled, black leather wedges with an almond toe. While he wanted to wear heels, he was too concerned with giving himself away to his secretary to do so. He knew that she would expect him to stumble like an amateur. If she saw that he moved around in them with the same ease as her, he was sure that it would leave no doubt in Veronika's mind that his cross-dressing was not been driven by his child alone. David worked his feet into the wedges. He then closed his closet doors to take in his reflection in the full-length mirrors that covered his closet doors. He grinned at his reflection from the neck down again, believing that he had achieved a more feminine looking body by losing significant mass after his divorce. His smile turned to frown as he gazed at his masculine appearance from the neck up. With a shake of his head, David opened the closet doors and reached for one of his wigs. After placing a wig cap on over his short hair, David pinned the long, straight haired, brunette wig tightly to his head. He adjusted the long hair over his shoulders before he took hold of a costume jewelry necklace and placed it on. Between the wig and necklace, David felt that it made a huge difference in his appearance before he closed the closet doors to take another look at himself. With a grin, he reached for his makeup and walked towards his bedroom door. Drawing it open, David peeked down the hallway to check if his son had woken up early that day. Not hearing a sound, David stepped into the hallway and moved quickly into the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, David smiled at the mirror. His eyes veered down as he opened his makeup bag. He pulled out his eyeliner and paused before he brought it to his eyes. David grimaced at the fact that his expertise with makeup would certainly be a red flag to Veronika. He hung his head as he put away his eyeliner and mascara. He shook his head, realizing that he was going to have to hide his eyes with girls' sunglasses instead. With that decision made, David decided that the only cosmetic he would add to his face was lipstick. David pulled out a red lipstick container and slowly applied it to his lips. As he smacked his lips together, David put the lipstick away before he placed his makeup bag in the purse he had selected for the day. David took a deep breath as he stared at his feminized appearance before he turned and walked out of the bathroom. His wedges clapped on the faux wood floor of the hallway while he took a few steps before he stopped before his son's room. He knocked on the door and heard no response. He smiled as he turned the doorknob and stepped inside the room. David was quiet as he reached over and shook his son and said, "It's time to get up." His son groaned before he turned his body and faced his father. Cory's jaw dropped as he quickly sat up in his bed. "Jesus Christ, Dad," Cory exclaimed as he took in his father's feminized appearance. "What do you think?" David asked. "Why are you dressed like that?" Cory inquired out of shock. "I'm doing it for you. If you're going to step out the door in a dress, I owe it to you to do it too." "What?" "We're in this together," David replied as he bent down and hugged his son. "Jesus, you look like a girl," Cory said as his father stepped away from him. "So will you, so hurry up. We've got to get you ready." Cory was silent as his dad helped him out of bed and brought him over to the table to have breakfast. After Cory finished eating his cereal, he took off his nightgown and pulled the floral dress over his head with his father's assistance. "Let's get your tights on," David said as his son hands fumbled as they pulled at the above the knee hem his dress. "Do I really need them, Dad?" Cory asked as he sat down and started to kick his legs away from his body. "I told you. It's too cold for bare legs. You'll freeze outside." "All right," Cory replied in a low tone as David began to roll down the tights. "Why are you doing that?" Cory asked. "So, you don't put a run in them." "What's that?" "A tear." "How do you how to put them on?" Cory inquired, surprised by his father's familiarity with how to put on girl's clothing. "When you're a man you have to know these things," David lied before giving his son a wink that only confused Cory further. As he began to bring the tights up his son's legs, Cory asked, "Is that true?" David laughed as he said, "No, but I was married and grew up with three older sisters." Cory nodded, accepting his father's explanation regarding how he knew how to put on the tights. Cory gave the tights a bemused look as he said, "These feel really soft." "Most girls' things are. They're not as rough as boys' clothes." "Oh," Cory said as his father continued to pull the tights up his legs. He was surprised by how comfortable they felt on his legs. David let Cory stand up and bring the tights up to his waist before he handed him his shoes. Cory stepped into the flats while David reached for the purse he had given his son. Cory tapped the hard shoes against the floor, hearing the loud sound they made on the floor. The sound and the feeling were unlike what he had experienced from his years of wearing sneakers. Cory shook his head at the limited flexibility of his feet in the hard shoes while his father removed the red hairbrush from his purse and said, "I got this for you." "Thanks," Cory replied in a sheepish tone before David sat Cory down and began to run the brush through his hair. Cory cringed and yelped as his father started to brush out the knots in his hair. "I'm sorry, dear, but there's no other way," David noted as he continued to run the brush through his wincing son's long hair. After he finished brushing it, David asked his son how he wanted to style it. "I don't know." "Oh, come on. You said you were so jealous. Are you going to tell me that you never noticed a girl's hair before?" "No. I did, but..." "But what?" "I really don't have preference," Cory admitted. "Well, I'm not that skilled here, so we've got to keep it simple. Do you want pigtails?" "No," Cory replied, aghast at the prospect of walking out the front door in pigtails. "How about a ponytail?" "I guess," Cory answered, having worn one when he played sports. "Okay then," David replied as he removed a pink scrunchie from his son's purse. David then pulled his son's hair back and put it up into a high ponytail. "Did you do it right?" Cory asked as he reached for the ponytail that felt that it was situated much higher on his head than how he normally wore it. "It looks good," David replied. He made a small swat at his work. He watched the ponytail sway like a pendulum for a second. Feelings of jealously over his son's long hair filled him for a second before David became ashamed of himself for having such feelings. After he helped his son to his feet, David brought Cory over to the full-length mirrors on his closet doors to get a look at his appearance. Cory stared at himself in silence before he said, "Is that really me?" David gave him a nod before Cory started to tear up as he said, "I look just like a girl." After giving his son a nod, David hugged him and said, "You look very pretty, dear." Cory went back to fixating on his appearance before David asked, "Do you want to put on your makeup? You're not too young for a little. It's a big day for you, after all." Cory responded with a quick shake of his head. David smiled at his son and said, "I know it's a lot to take in all at once. You'll get there." Cory nodded slowly as his eyes remained transfixed on his feminized reflection before David led him out of the room. David then took hold of his pocketbook before he handed Cory's pink bag to the boy. "Ready?" David asked as he moved towards the front door and placed on one of his pair of girl's cat eyed, black sunglasses. "Are we really doing this?" Cory asked in a trembling tone. "We're doing it for you," David replied with a smile that he forced onto his face to hide the fear he felt at the potential exposure he risked beyond the solid, steel front door that had concealed his cross-dressing since his divorce. David paused to put on a jacket before he gave Cory the teal down jacket he had purchased for his day en femme. After Cory put it on, David pulled the door open and held it open for his son. Cory walked out of the apartment with crossed arms and felt the cold wind running up the skirt of his flared dress. His shivers brought an amused look to his father's face as he said, "I told you that you needed tights." Cory nodded his head with a shiver as he kept his arms crossed and rushed towards his father's car. Cory was surprised by how much the hard shoes on his feet slowed him as he tried in vain to accelerate his clumsy steps. David hurried behind his son, wanting to partially conceal himself in the car before any interested neighbors got a chance to get a better look at him. He felt the tight hem of his skirt constricting his rushed stride with every step. Despite his attempted haste, he felt that his pace was languid due to the skirt. David unlocked the car and got into shortly after his son had climbed into the back seat. Their hearts were racing as David started the car, each feeling exposed by their short, hurried walk. David looked back and saw the concerned look on his son's face. His son looked as nervous and embarrassed as he was. The child crossed his arms and buried his face into his chest, trying to minimize the extent that he could be seen. Trying to feign confidence, David told his son, "See, that wasn't so bad. We're outside, and we're okay." "We're okay," David added to reassure himself while he pulled the car out of the parking lot and began to drive towards his office. The two calmed down while they made the uneventful drive to the office building. David's heart started to race again as they neared the office, hoping that he would not see anyone that recognized him. He parked the car and reached for the handle. His fingers clasped it, but he did not apply pressure for the first few seconds. After a deep breath, he opened the door before his son followed suit. David led his son into the building before they made their way down the half-tenanted hallway that led to their office. David reached for the office door and found that it was open to his relief. "Hello, Miss Paris," Veronika said with a smile as they entered. David was too happy that she had come in early to let them enter without having to pause to unlock the door to care how she addressed them. "Good morning, Veronika," David said before he nudged his son to do the same. "Well, look at you, cutie," Veronika said as she bent to get down to eye level with Cory. Cory squirmed before she said, "You look so pretty." David nudged his fidgeting son to thank the woman before she asked, "What's your name?" After a pause, Cory replied in a meek tone, "Cory." Veronika laughed before she asked, "Cory? What kind of name is that for a pretty girl? You haven't picked a name for yourself?" Cory shook his head before David interjected, "Well, me and her mother were going to name her Skylar." "Now, that's a pretty name." "We thought so too," David replied. "Do you want me to call you Skylar?" Veronika asked Cory. Cory shook his head and said, "I don't like that name." "Well, what do you like?" "I don't know," Cory replied. David figured that he was too embarrassed to admit the truth. He grinned as he said, "Well, Veronika, for the day, you can call me Stella." "Thought long and hard about that one, Stella?" "What's wrong with Stella?" "Nothing. You just had a quicker response than your little girl." David blushed as he said, "That's the name my parents told me that they would have given me if I was a girl." Veronika laughed as she said, "Right..." "It's true," David lied. "Sure..., STELLA," Veronika replied with a giggle that made David blush. "Well, if I'm calling your Daddy Stella, are you sure you don't want me to call you something pretty?" Veronika then asked Cory. Cory shook his head again before Veronika replied, "Well, if you change your mind, sweetie, just tell me." Cory nodded his head in response. Veronika gave David a concerned look since Cory was far less outgoing than he was the previous times that she saw him. David noticed it too and figured that his son was simply working through his embarrassment of embracing what he felt he was. Veronika tried to engage Cory further, "So, did Daddy buy you that pretty dress?" Cory nodded before she said, "Well, Daddy's got good taste...for a man." "I don't need the qualifier," David countered with a smirk to hide the fact that he was bothered by her self-amused use of a qualifier as he removed his sunglasses. Veronika shook her head at David and said, "Oh, honey, you really need to put on some mascara." "Not really my thing." "Such a man response," Veronika said with a giggle before she offered to show Cory around. David was happy about the offer while he walked into his office, logged onto his computer and began to work. After a few minutes passed, Veronika called into David's office, "Do you need a cup of coffee, Stella?" "Why yes. That would be lovely," David replied in a mock female tone. Veronika walked towards the coffee machine with Cory in tow. She showed him how she made her father's cup of coffee before they walked back towards his office. She smiled as she handed him the cup and told the boy, "Bring this into Daddy and say, 'Here you are, Miss Paris.'" Cory hesitated before he took hold of the handle of the cup from Veronika. He walked it into his father's office with hesitant steps. Veronika crossed her arms and smiled as Cory said in a low voice, "Here's your coffee, Miss Paris." David shook his head at Veronika with a smile before she said, "Doesn't she make a great little secretary?" Cory blushed before David replied, "I'd like her to shoot higher." "What's wrong with being a secretary?" "Nothing," David hastily replied to his peeved subordinate. Veronika gave him a shake of her head before she sat back down at her desk. David worked at his desk and explained what he was doing as he did so under Cory's bored gaze. As the morning passed on into the afternoon, Cory said, "I need to go to the bathroom." "It's right across the hall. Veronika will give you the key." "Okay," Cory said as he got up. Cory walked over to Veronika and asked for the key to the bathroom. Veronika handed him the ladies' room key and Cory focused on the L written on the key in magic marker. "What's wrong?" Veronika asked. "I've never been in a girl's bathroom before." "It's not too much different. There's just no urinals," Veronika replied. "But, how do I pee in this." Veronika laughed as she said, "It's not that hard. You pull down your tights, roll up the skirt of your dress and just let it go." "But what if it falls down," Cory said as he pulled at his hem. Veronika shook her head as she said, "Girls sit down to pee. Trust me, it won't be a problem, sweetie." Cory blushed at her explanation before he started for the bathroom that was located directly across the hallway. As his son stepped out of the hallway, David called out to Veronika to ask if she could keep his son occupied for a little while to let him finish some work. Veronika agreed while Cory walked into the bathroom. Cory stared up at the stalls and entered an open stall. He followed Veronika's advice and climbed up on the toilet seat. Cory relieved himself as he stared down at his tights covered feet that were dangling just off the tiled floor beneath them. He went to stand, but he froze on the toilet as he heard a woman sit down in the neighboring stall. His eyes widened as he saw her heels become covered by her panties and dress pants. His jaw dropped at the sight. He felt more out of place than ever as he looked around the stall. He cringed and shook his head, trying to drive the unflattering sounds of the woman relieving herself out of his head. Cory waited for the woman to wash her hands and exit the rest room before he climbed off the toilet, stood up and pulled his tights up. He hurried over to the sink and began to wash his hands as two middle-aged women entered the bathroom. They both smiled and turned towards Cory. One said, "Look at you and your pretty little dress." "Thanks," was all Cory could reply in a low voice before the other complimented him and told him that he was a pretty girl. Cory blushed at the praise that he did not solicit while he went to dry his hands. The women walked into the open stalls before he hurried out of the room and back into his father's office. As he handed over the key to the ladies room, Veronika asked, "So, now that you've gone to the ladies' room, do you have a lady's name?" Cory shook his head before she asked, "So, how is school going?" "So, boring." "Do you have a favorite subject?" "I like math." "That's a good subject to do well in." Cory shrugged before she said, "Do your friends like math too?" Cory shook his head in response. Veronika smiled as she said, "Are you friends with boys or just girls." "Boys," Cory countered. "You don't have any female friends?" "They don't really hangout with the boys," Cory answered. "Well, if they get to know you, I'm sure you'll fit right in with the girls." Cory blushed at Veronika's words. Veronika then asked, "Are there any cute boys in the school?" "What?" "Come on, dish, you can tell me?" "Dish?" "It means don't hold back. Are there any cute boys you want to be your boyfriend?" The several shades of red Cory turned in response to the comment made Veronika drop her line of inquiry. "You know what I think would help your confidence?" Veronika asked. "What?" Cory inquired. Veronika grinned as she answered, "My sister has a ballet studio. She could give you some private lessons to help get you up to speed with other girls around your age." Cory shook his head before Veronika added, "Oh, come it would be fun." "I can't dance," Cory whined. "That's why you take the lessons. It'll help with your posture. You'll walk with more grace. It will really help you become even more of a girl." Cory replied to the smiling woman, "I don't want to risk it." "Oh, come on. You might like it. You might even be good. You know Misty Copeland didn't start dancing until late, and, today, she's one of the best in the world." "Who?" "She's a pretty girl just like you," Veronika replied as she brought up a picture of the ballerina dressed in a white tutu on her computer. "You could be just like her," Veronika continued. Cory shook his head, mortified by the prospect of wearing a tutu like the woman in the photograph. David then stepped out of his office and inquired, "What are you girls talking about?" Cory blushed as Veronika told him about her sister's ballet studio. David nodded as he said, "Private lessons might be a good idea, until she gets more confident about her appearance." "Dad..." "You'll be safe there. Veronika will explain everything to her sister. It's a great idea. Sign her up, Veronika, and tell me what I owe your sister." Veronika nodded before she heard Cory's growling stomach. She laughed as she said, "I think that's a reminder that it's getting late. What do my girls want for lunch?" "Let's just grab something next door," David replied, referencing the neighboring luncheonette. "We're going over there?" Cory asked with noticeable alarm. David calmed his son down by noting that Veronika would pickup the order. Veronika nodded as she took out a copy of the menu and handed it to Cory. Cory looked over the menu before he gave her his order. After David did the same, Veronika placed the order and went back to work. After working a few more minutes, Veronika stepped out of the office to pickup the lunch order. David gave her the money before she left and his son followed him into his office. David showed him what he did throughout the day as his son watched him work until Veronika returned to the office. She called out the food was in the conference room. David got up and led Cory into the conference room. Veronika placed David and Cory's meals in front of them. As they unwrapped their food, Veronika obtained a few napkins and brought them back over to the table. She smiled at Cory and said, "So, how are you enjoying it here?" "It's nice," Cory answered, blushing as he did so. "What's the matter?" Veronika asked, trying to reassure the boy. "I feel a little weird here." "There's nothing wrong with being a girl," David replied. Veronika nodded as she said, "That's right. There's nothing wrong with being a girl in the workplace. We can do everything a boy can these days. That's why the whole take your daughter to work thing is so antiquated." David enthusiastically nodded in response to her words, while his son did slightly as well. Veronika smiled as she said, "You didn't think you'd be stuck at home raising kids these days, did you?" "No," Cory replied in a low voice. "Good. You don't want to think like some silly boy if you're a girl." Cory was silent before Veronika added, "And that's why they started letting sons come to work too." "They did?" Cory asked, shocked by her statement. "Yah." "But, none of my friends have ever..." "Well, only a minority of parents really do the whole thing at all. Not every little boy or girl can tag along with their parents." Cory stared down at his tights covered legs in stunned silence. David gave him a concerned look as he asked, "What's the matter? Is something wrong with your food?" Cory shook his head before he started to eat again. After they finished eating, David and Veronika went back to work. Cory followed his father into his office, where David did his best to keep his son engaged while he worked. As the workday came to an end, Veronika went over to David and Cory to say goodbye. David said goodnight to her before she leaned down and hugged Cory. She smiled as she said, "It was great to have you here with us today, sweetie." "Thanks," Cory replied. "If you have any questions about girls stuff that you can't ask your mom, you just give me a call at the office," Veronika said before she gave him another hug. Cory nodded again before his father put his arm around him and said, "Come on, baby, we're going to lock up for the night." "Okay, Dad," Cory replied as they headed towards the front door of the office. The same feeling of exposure came over them as they each stepped out of the front door before David kneeled down to the secure the lock on the bottom of the door. David turned and saw his son's frightened face looking down at his before he stood up and held out his hand. Wanting to reassure him, David held out his hand and said, "Come on." As Cory took his hand, David smiled and said, "Don't worry. I still remember my basic training. Even if I'm wearing a skirt, I'll never let anyone harm my little girl." Cory stared at him in silence before they stepped out of the building without being noticed. They hurried towards David's car before he opened the car doors for them. They got inside and David started the car. He pulled the car out of the parking stall, exited the parking lot and began the drive back to his apartment. When the car came to a stop at a traffic light, David turned to his son and said, "I'm really proud of you." "For what?" "For being strong enough to tell me and mom what you really felt." "I don't feel strong," Cory admitted. "You should. You stood up to your mom when she tried to get you take back what you said. You came out like that and, look, the world didn't end. You're here. I'm here. We're both safe and sound." "I guess...," Cory responded to his father as he rubbed his arm. The light changed and David started to drive, following the cars in front of him. He smiled as he said, "If you want to be a girl, I'll support you. I'll get you the counseling you need to transition, if that's what you really want. Don't let your mom tell you what you can and can't be. If you're a girl in your heart, then that's who you have to be. It's like I always tell you, don't lie. Not to yourself, not to someone else. As long as you live honestly, you don't have to remember anything to keep up a lie. You can remember only what you want to. You can let the bad stuff fall by the wayside and focus on the good." Cory stared silently at his father. He could not believe that his father was holding back tears. He had heard only what a tough guy his father was from all of his father's friends and family. David bit his lips before he turned to his son and said, "I wish that I had the courage that you have." The sight of a tear in the corner of his father's eye made Cory start to cry. Stopping at another light, David reached behind him and patted his sobbing son on the knee before Cory said in a cracking voice, "Dad, I only said all that stuff because I was trying to get out of school for a day." David's head turned slowly towards his son as he felt sick to his stomach. He stared blankly at his son in silence before he shook his head and said, "You are so fucking grounded!"