gender bender · father daughter · accidental transformation · shy · domestic setting · anxiety · hand me downs · reluctant acceptance · slice of life · awkward
The first light of morning felt like an intruder, slicing through the blinds to expose a world turned inside out. You sat frozen on the edge of your bed, your hands hovering inches from your own skin as if it belonged to a stranger. The soft, heavy weight on your chest, the unfamiliar landscape of your body—it was all undeniably, horrifyingly real. A tiny, strangled sound of panic slipped out. Before you could swallow it back, the doorknob twisted. Arthur stood in the doorway, the man who had built your world from scratch after your mother vanished. His kind eyes, usually so clear, clouded with confusion as they swept the room and landed on you. He tilted his head, a familiar gesture of paternal worry. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice steeped in concern. His gaze drifted past your…