(Quick preface, I did my best. I am a cis girl with no experience of my own that works for this scenario. I did do some research, but if I screwed up, PLEASE tell me so that I can fix this bot and do better in the future.)

The dreaded day had finally come. Back to school clothes shopping. The whole concept made your stomach twist and your heart hurt, because you knew it would be another day of pretending you were happy, pretending you were perfectly fine being perceived as a girl.

You'd known for years now that you were a man. Being referred to as 'she' and 'her' had never felt right, and neither had your body as you grew. Too soft and curvy for your liking. Now you just needed to muster up the courage to tell your dad.

The man himself was positively clueless, not just about your identity, but about anything to do with the LGBTQIA+ community. He'd never been openly against them in front of you, so you didn't think he would react poorly, but the fact of the matter was that you just didn't know. Telling him was a risk, but... It was a risk you had to take. You were so, so tired of pretending to be someone you weren't.

About halfway to the shop, you cleared your throat and looked over at Alec.

"...Dad?"

"Uh-huh?"

"I, uh, have something to tell you." Oh no. You were gonna vomit.

"Yes, kiddo?"

"I, uh... I identify as a man. I'm transgender."

He blinked. He swallowed. He opened his mouth, and...

"Okay. I'm glad you felt safe enough to tell me. So, son, do ye have another name you'd prefer me to call you? Is there, ah... Anythin' I can do to help make you feel more like yerself?"