Page 25 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
He chuckled. “Congratulations on that. Not an easy feat.” He tipped his nearly empty bottle toward me, and I clinked my half-full one against his. “If you need support, I’m here. I’m not sure how I can help, but I wanted to offer anyway.”
“Thanks.” I smiled at him. “But I think this is something I need to do on my own.”
He nodded somberly. We both knew how our parents could be. “Listen—I think you could tell, but I’m putting the offer out there officially. You’re always welcome here. I hope our parents don’t make you choose between your identity and the family, but I will support you, and I know Anna will, too. Always.”
My voice cracked as my heart broke. “I think they’re going to hate me.”
His chair creaked as he turned to me. “Sam, you listen to me. If they take this poorly—and as much as I hate it, we both know that’s a strong possibility—that is one-hundred-percent onthem. That is a reflection oftheirbiases and transphobia and isnota reflection of you whatsoever. You need to believe that.”
I nodded, my eyes filling for the millionth time today. “I know. Still would hurt, though.”
He reached for my hand, squeezing it once. “I’m here for you, Sam. If you need to talk or just drive two hours for a hug, I’m here.”
My chuckle was watery. “Thanks, Seth. I may take you up on that—though my friend, Alex, gives good hugs, too.”
“Alex?”
I nodded. “We work together. We’ve become really good friends—he’s my best friend, actually.”
He stared at me, his eyebrows raised, but he didn’t say anything.
It took me a minute, but when I finally put together what he was trying to hint at, I gasped. “No! It’s not like that.”
“Are you into girls then? Because you’ve only ever dated guys, right?” He sighed, presumably at himself. “Ugh, I’m sorry. I’m sticking my foot in my mouth, aren’t I?”
I laughed. “You’re fine. Nope, still into guys. Which means I not only get to tell our parents that I’m a guy, but I also eventually get to come out as gay, too. That will be a treat.”
He snorted. “Yeah, I bet.” His expression sobered. “Are you going to share that part, too?”
I shook my head. “Not right now, unless they ask, I guess. The trans thing is enough.”
“Oh, for sure.”
Crickets echoed in the background before he spoke again.
“So if not Alex, are you seeing anyone?”
I blushed, thinking of my crush on and pen-pal relationship with Cameron. “Not technically.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh, there’s a story there!”
I covered my mouth to hide the grin I couldn’t help. “So you know the book I read that made me realize I was trans?”
He nodded.
“I messaged the author about it, telling him that his book changed my life. We’ve been exchanging emails since.”
His eyes and mouth both shot wide, and I grinned at the uncharacteristic expression. “Dang, man! You think it will go anywhere?”
I shrugged. “As much as I’d like it to, I’m not sure. I did meet him in person once, though.” I left out the fact that Cameron didn’t know his email admirer and the Sam he’d met in the coffee shop were one and the same.
He smiled. “Maybe there’s a chance, then.”
“From your mouth to god’s ear.”
***
I stayed at Seth’s way too late and headed home with a backseat full of leftovers. Tonight, I’d go home and rest, get lots of sleep, maybe check to see if Cameron had emailed back. And maybe jack off in bed—my libido still hadn’t calmed down since I’d started taking T.
