I love being trans and my boyfriend's dad loves me
already. Previously IA beautiful trans
girl finally met my shy boyfriend's father.
I told him I'm trans and confidently kissed my blushing
boyfriend right in front of him. He was shocked and now it's time
to see how he really feels. The silence feels so loud.
His dad just stares at us, at me, at my boyfriend, back at me
again. I can literally hear my
boyfriend's heartbeat through his chest.
He squeezes my hand. Like, help me.
I smile sweetly because confidence is my superpower.
So. His dad finally says, clearing
his throat. You're trans?
I nod proudly. Yep.
And still cute, right? OK, maybe I flirted a little too
hard. My boyfriend hides his face in
my shoulder. Babe, stop.
He Mumbles, blushing even more. I giggle and kiss his cheek.
Never. His dad exhales slowly, not
angry, not yelling, just confused.
And you're happy? He asks his son.
My boyfriend looks up, still shy but brave now.
Yes, dad, I really am. That's when his father looks at
me differently, less shocked, more curious.
How did you 2 meet? Oh yes, conversation unlocked.
I light up at a cafe. He spilled his drink on me and
apologized like 10 times. My boyfriend groans.
Tanya. I laugh.
It was adorable. Even his dad chuckles a little.
Just a tiny one, but I see it progress.
We step inside. I sit close to my boyfriend,
cuddling him, playing with his fingers.
He relaxes slowly. His dad watches us, not judging,
just observing. You 2 really care about each
other? He says quietly.
I smile softly. Very much.
My boyfriend nods. Yeah, we do.
And for the first time, his dad smiles back.
Not big, not perfect, but real. Next episode, what will he say?
Watch Part 3. Don't miss it.