(Originally by Triss Merigold)
Then came the moment I dreaded every morning, the moment my 'daughter' came downstairs. My 52-year old, 6' 1" father, who now thought of himself as a teenage girl, his own daughter in fact. When I saw him I noticed he'd fastened his now long hair in a ponytail like I always used to do. His nails were covered in blue polish and he had my favorite necklace on, a charm necklace a boy had once bought for me. Even more ludicrous, my father was today dressed in what used to be my favorite white halter top, denim skirt and my wedge sandals, all resized to fit his larger body.
"Morning dad!" he greeted me in his deep voice.
I cleared my throat, then mumbled my return greeting. "Er... morning sweetheart. Sleep well?" I asked him.
"Like a log." my father smiled, before raiding the fridge for a bottle of diet coke. I thought about offering him some coffee, but I had always hated the stuff before the swap, and so I knew my dad would hate it now. "Going somewhere?" I then asked, as I sat contently at the table.
"Oh, just to meet my friends at the mall." my dad answered, glancing at me and smiling.
"Oh... okay." I sighed, missing my friends terribly, even after all this time. It just wasn't the same meeting up with dad's friends and talking sports all the time, it got really, REALLY boring. I still thought it weird that none of dad's friends ever questioned why I had breasts and a vagina. After all how many other men had such things? Right... none.
A few moments later, my mother... turned wife came downstairs too, ready for work. "Going out again?" she asked her 'daughter', who was taller and heavier than she was now.
"Yes mom. To the mall with my friends." my dad sighed, hating having to repeat himself.
"I already asked her." I whispered, chuckling a little at my mother.
"Well, take care honey, and don't do anything silly. I know what you teenagers are like. And NO bringing boys home." my mom told my dad, kissing him on the cheek before leaving for work at the office. My dad then also vacated the house once he'd grabbed what used to be my purse. That left me sitting there, all alone, the 'man' of the house. I contemplated what to do with myself today.
