Page 17 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“Damn, dude! Baller move.”
I cringed. “You don’t think it was a bad idea?”
“Reaching out to the guy youso obviouslyhave a crush on? Absolutely not.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t refute his claim. “Okay, okay. It hasn’t gone anywhere; we’ve just exchanged emails a few times. Had a conversation. We’reconversing, that’s all.”
Alex shook his head indulgently. “Whatever you say, man.”
“It can’t go anywhere anyway,” I mumbled under my breath.
His eyes shot to mine. “And why the hell not?”
I loved that he was so appalled on my behalf. “You know, this.” I waved a hand down my body. “He’s gay.”
“And you’re a dude.”
I froze, his words hitting me in the gut. “I . . . what . . .”
His hand landed on mine gently. “Is this the internalized transphobia you were referring to?”
I blinked, slowly coming out of my trance. “Um, maybe?” I cleared my throat. “I still misgender myself sometimes. Then I hate myself for doing it afterward.”
“Can I give you some advice?”
I nodded slowly.
“I know I’m not trans, but I have been around the block a time or two with my own internalized homophobia. So I imagine that living your life as a woman—as the wrong gender—for thirty-eight years is going to leave scars. You have to unlearn an entire way of thinking. Give yourself grace through the process, dude. You owe it to your future self—and your younger self, to be honest.”
I couldn’t help the tear that escaped down my cheek. “Thanks, man. Really. I needed to hear that.”
He squeezed my hand with a smile, but then his eyebrows furrowed, and I knew he had more to say. “So what you said about not being submissive . . .”
Where was he going with this? “Yeah?”
“Nothing bad, it just got me thinking. Do you think you might be a Dom? Or even a Daddy?”
I blushed, feeling like Alex had reached into my brain and extracted my thoughts from earlier today. “Um, maybe? I just started considering it when I saw Cameron’s post today, actually.”
“Let me guess: You wanted to wrap him in your arms then punish him for talking so badly about himself, right?”
My mouth dropped open. “How the hell did you know that?”
He grinned widely. “Little-known fact: Despite having what some might consider boy-like characteristics and being a bottom, I’m actually a Daddy myself.”
I smiled back. “Really?”
Still grinning, he pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and held up the home page, pointing to an app. “Download this. The app is called Daddy’s Boy. It’s a relationship app, sure, but they have a tab where you can find meetups with other Daddies or boys in your area, depending on where you fall on the spectrum.”
He tapped open the app and turned his phone back to me. I was shocked to see a long list of a variety of in-person and virtual meetups in and around Seattle.
“Word is the creator lives in the area, which is probably why there are so many meetups in Seattle.”
I just nodded, swiping down the list. A few caught my eye, which I’d be sure to check out later, when I was alone.
“My suggestion? Create an account, do some exploring. Given how well-thought-out this app is, their website probably has trustworthy resources about Daddy kink, too.”
I exhaled. “Thanks, that’s a great idea.”
