Prodigal

~2.9~

I asked Sarah if she could come over the a few nights later. Wearing female clothes, wigs, makeup, even thought it felt right, it still felt uncomfortable around those that hadn’t ever seen me in it before, such as my dad.

I didn’t yet have the courage to let her out anywhere other than my house, but it was wildly uncomfortable whenever my dad saw me.

“Have you picked out a name?” Sarah asked.

“I have.” I said. “Emelia.”

“Love it.” Sarah said. “Close to your name but hella feminine.”

I let out a laugh. “Hella feminine is what I was going for.”

“How’s your father doing?” Sarah asked.

“He can barely look at me.” I said.

“Give it time.” Sarah said. “This was a major bombshell to him and he’s clearly upset, you just have to give him time. I know he’ll come around.”

“I wish I was as sure as you.”

After Sarah left, I was about to go to my Dad to ask if we could make a doctor’s appointment so I could look into getting testosterone blockers and maybe get put on estrogen hormone replacement therapy.

I approached him, and he sheepishly looked to the ground.

“Will you ever be able to look at me?” I asked, upset.

He didn’t say anything for a minute, and when he looked up, he had a tear in running down his face. “Why would you do this to me?”

Notes

sorry for not posting on "icing on the cake" i'm hitting writer's block again :/