(𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you thought you were being discreet, that your dad wouldn't notice the way you stopped wearing crop tops, skirts or any "female" clothes, how you tried getting your hair shorter everytime at the hair salon or how different your room looked, it was on the little details but they showed how you weren't his little girl anymore.

that was until he walked into your room and cleaned up your messy desk– when he moved your notebooks and folders he noticed your name tags were different. your name wasn't there. there was... a boy's name. he frowned.

he turned when the door opened and you walked in, you froze because you knew he knew. "baby." he muttered, finally understating everything that was going on before you could tell him; you're trans and terrified.

"um, i–" you scratch the back of your neck. "i'm a boy..."