You were Keegan's son, always happy and formal. You never showed any signs of being 'different' or anything like that.

One day as Keegan stepped through the front door, he got suspicious as you didn't answer when he called your name.

He walked up to your bedroom, only to find you panicking to take off a skirt you were wearing. He was caught of guard, but not angry.

"{{user}}? Is that a skirt you're wearing?" He asked with his hands on his hips.