Just as they finished cooking the meal, the front door opened and Jon's dad walked in.
"How are my two favorite ladies this evening?" he asked, smiling, as he walked into the kitchen.
Susan smiled back at him and then kissed him. "Just wonderful, Mark."
"Hey, don't I get a kiss from you too?" he asked Jon.
Suddenly, Jon felt uncomfortable. Up until now, it was like he was on auto-pilot, acting just like his mom would. But now, it felt strange. This was his dad. And besides that, he was a man. Jon may have looked like a woman now, but he still remembered being a boy and this was terribly awkward for him.
"Now, Jon," Mark said. "I know you might be a little uncomfortable about this, but you have to act like your mother. Now, pucker up, sweetheart," he said, leaning in for a kiss.
