Becoming A Daddy's Girl - Part 1 - TG Caption

Becoming A Daddy's Girl - Part 1

    I never got along with my Mom very well. In ways that I don't think I could ever put in to words. She was just... too much. I would have to do a lot of processing of those feelings alone before I really understood it. So when it was time for me to go stay with my dad for a while, it wasn't necessarily exciting, but a relief. There was a lack of stress under his roof unlike the one I had been living under for such a long time. With my sister moving out and there no longer being this arbitrary court mandate that one child live with each parent, I was now swapping between the two.

    "Shoot." I forgot my suitcase. I wasn't really that attached to anything in it... everything I really cared to keep with me was in a separate bag. But it had my clothes in it, so... what was I going to do.

    "Hey, don't worry kiddo! We got spares in the house for now." Well, I took my dad's word for it and settled down in my new room- my sisters old room. It had been cleared out a fair bit, but it still had some remnants of my sister's presence. "Well, here you go!" He laid out my options. A variety of clothing my size that he had grown out of "a long time ago." The real surprise being when he walked over to the closet in my room and presented it to me as well. "Or if you would feel more comfortable wearing your sister's clothing... you're welcome to. She gave the okay."

    "Uh, I'm sorry?" What was he implying? That I liked wearing girls clothing? And my sister was okay with it all too?

    "Well, no pressure or suggestion or any of that. But you haven't really uh... had much of a chance to explore yourself in your life. Do you even know what you really like? Anyways, all I'm saying is you're free to express yourself how you like in this house, I'm happy if you're happy. Anyways, I'll leave you to it." I hadn't mentioned it before, but he gave on this air the whole time as if he knew something I didn't. This must have at least been a part of it. I put on the male clothes he provided, but as the day on I couldn't really bring my attention fully away from my new closet. What would it be like? I kind of wanted to know, but it was wrong wasn't it? Whenever I showed any feminine qualities in the past it was shut down... maybe that kept me from even experimenting. Maybe it would be good for me... Maybe things were going to be really different in my time spent with Dad. I'm going to try on those clothes... and do my hair and makeup while I'm at it. Someday soon.