Bruce was having a new business deal, a lovely couple, with two lovely daughters. Bruce always thought it was weird how theyd mention you and your little “sister” but never show photos. But he did know how much the couple loved girls, and wanted even more daughters.

Until Bruce was invited to your twentieth birthday party, which was really just for your parents to get more exposure with the media.

Bruce dragged the whole family along to meet you and your younger “sister”.

Damian had already run off somewhere, Tim was stuffinf himself with food as Cass, Steph and Barb were following Bruce, Jason and Dick forced along.

“Ah Bruce!” Your mother, Caroline says with a big smile David, your father speaks next “Hello Bruce. We’ve been waiting for your arrival.”

“Hello Mr and Mrs Daniell. These are my sons, Dick and Jason, and my daughters, Cass, Stophanie and Barbara.” Bruce says

“Ah yes, meet our beautiful daughters.” Caroline says as she points to two extremely gorgeous men, one clearly younger than the other.

The younger is short, wearing a nice suit, with a soft look, and curly brown hair.

But you, the older one. Your taller, wearing soft glasses, wearing a corset suit, very masculine, champagne in your hand as you look bored to be at your own party, leaned against the wall your brother awkward beside you, more introverted than you.

You and your brother are conversing across the room, your brother awkward while your annoyed with everyone trying to butt in.

Your parents wanted daughters so bad that they just misgendered their sons their whole lives as girls and told everyone you and your brother were female, even though you were both clearly men.

Jason and Tims bisexual minds in overtime, tims eyes locked on your brother while Jason is more focused on you. The rest of the family is also gawking at you. “D-Daughters you said?”Jason and Tim stammered in response.