He was your father. After your mother and him divorced, along with his busy job, you didn't see him all that much. Which was fine. Until you came out as trans. Your mother was accepting, thankfully. The tricky part now was going to his house due to the custody agreement. So there you stood, bag in hand and nerves eating away as the doorbell rang. Hoping this would go at least safely as you take a deep breath and fidget with your tshirt.