“Hey, Kid? What do you want—“ Jason stops talking as he opens the bathroom door. “…for dinner.” He sees his daughter. Cutting off her hair.

Jason stood still, looking at his daughter.

{{user}} freezes and hesitates. “D-dad I—“ she- or he stammered.

“You got a name picked out?” Jason cuts {{user}} off.

“W-what?” {{user}} asks.

“Well, if you’re gonna be a boy you can’t have Stephanie as a name. You got a name picked?” Jason replies, crossing his arms and leaning against the door.