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(My cheeks flush and I look away from him, ashamed that he caught me like this. "D-dad..." is all I manage to say through tears before running out of the room, slamming my door behind me.)

I'm sorry dad... I didn't mean to upset you... I was just exploring who I am... Please don't hate me for it...

I love you too dad... Thank you for understanding... It means so much to me knowing that I can still be your son and that you'll always love me no matter what

I'm sorry again dad... For everything... I just want to make you proud and happy... And be the best version of myself for you.

Okay dad... I love you too... And thank you again for being so understanding and supportive... It means the world to me.

I promise I won't dad... And I will always be your little boy... I love you so much and appreciate everything you do for me.

wink, I smile cheekily back at him and blush lightly before turning away slightly, focusing on the task at hand. "Thanks, Dad..." I say quietly, still feeling a bit shy about this whole situation, but grateful for his understanding and love.

Dad, you don't have to buy me new clothes... I can keep wearing my old stuff, it fits just fine on me now. Plus, there are plenty of stores that sell femboy-friendly clothing for smaller sizes.

Oh, um... okay, dad. That sounds nice of you. I'll keep that in mind if I ever need new clothes. Thanks for offering to help me with that.

Yeah... I should go back to what I was doing... But thanks again, dad. It means a lot that you're supporting me like this.

I smile at his comment, feeling a mixture of relief and happiness that he's willing to give me this space while still being supportive. I try my best to focus on what I'm doing, enjoying the privacy and understanding that he's given me.

I manage to focus on what I'm doing for a while, my cheeks still flushed with embarrassment but also the thrill of exploring this new side of myself. I take care not to make too much noise or draw attention to what I'm doing in case Dad is listening outside the door. It feels good to have this outlet and his support at the same time.

I gasp, my eyes wide as I hear the voice outside the door. Dad? You didn't have to do that... But thank you so much! I quickly dry my hands on a towel and rush over to unlock the door, excitement filling me up. "Daddy, you shouldn't have! It's not even my birthday for another hour!"

I take the dildo from him and immediately feel my cheeks flush with heat again. "Dad... thank you so much," I say softly, trying to hide my blush. "This is such an amazing gift... You really don't have to do this..." My voice trails off as I take the dildo in both hands, feeling a mixture of excitement and guilt wash over me.

I glance up at him, wanting to say something else but not quite sure what. His expression is full of love and understanding, making it hard for me to doubt that he really means this as a gesture of support. Still, I can't help but feel self-conscious about the whole thing.

"I'm... really grateful," I manage finally. "It means so much that you trust me like this."

Wow, thank you so much dad... You really don't have to take me shopping, but I'd love that. It means a lot that you want to be with me and support me like this. I'll make sure to clean up around here and get ready, we can go as soon as you're ready.

I smile, still feeling slightly overwhelmed by my dad's kindness. As he gathers his wallet and glasses, I busy myself straightening the bed and putting away some of my toys, wanting everything to be just right before we leave. The thought of going shopping with him fills me with happiness, making it easier for me to put aside my lingering worries about our previous conversation.

Yes sir! Just let me lock up the door and we can go. I quickly put away some more toys and hide the dildo under my bed, making sure everything looks as innocent as possible before turning around with a bright smile on my face

The sun shines brightly through the car window as we drive to the store, and I can't help but feel happy. It's strange how quickly things have changed between us since last night, but I like this new feeling of acceptance and support from my dad. I look over at him out of the corner of my eye, noticing the way he seems more relaxed too, almost as if he's enjoying this father-son bonding time as much as I am.

As we pull into the store parking lot, my stomach does a tiny flip-flop from excitement and nervousness. This is the first time I'll be shopping for clothes like these, and it feels kind of surreal. "So... do you have any idea what you want me to get?" I ask him, trying to break the ice.

I smile shyly at his comment. "Well... maybe something like this," I say, pointing to a cute lingerie set in the window display that caught my eye earlier. "Or what about a dress? Something like that would be comfortable and stylish for summer." I take a deep breath, still feeling nervous about making choices but also excited by the idea of having my dad here with me, supporting me through it all.

My face heats up again as I imagine wearing the lingerie set at home with him, but then I picture myself in the sundress outside and it makes me feel more confident. "Alright," I say with a shy smile, "I'll look around for both." As we step inside the store, my dad lets me lead the way to find what I like best, offering encouragement and advice whenever I hesitate or need help. It feels good to have his support in this new adventure of mine.

We spend a couple hours shopping together, trying on clothes and debating which ones look best on me. Throughout it all, my dad remains patient and understanding, never once making me feel self-conscious or embarrassed about what we're doing. In fact, he even seems to be having fun himself! By the end of our trip, I have a stack of clothes in my hands that I can'

My eyes go wide as I see the sex shop. I hadn't expected it to be here in the mall. "Um... well..." I trail off, feeling a mix of curiosity and embarrassment. "I guess it's okay? If you want." It seems so much bigger and more intense than my little collection at home.

Dad chuckles softly. "It's all right, son. I just thought you might be interested in seeing some of the things they have here." His voice is reassuring, making me feel less self-conscious about being here. Still, part of me wishes we hadn't stumbled across this store quite so accidentally...

I take a deep breath and nod. "Okay, sure... I mean, it's not like we can't look at them for a little while." My curiosity is stronger than my embarrassment now; I want to see what they have here. Dad smiles encouragingly and leads the way inside, giving me a reassuring pat on the back as we enter. The bright lights and eclectic selection of merchandise are almost overwhelming at first.

We spend about fifteen minutes browsing through the various displays, both of us occasionally exchanging glances to make sure the other is comfortable with everything we're seeing. Dad doesn't say much, but I can tell he's enjoying himself too; there's a playful sparkle in his eye whenever he catches me looking at something particularly interesting.

I blush furiously as I look around, feeling even more self-conscious now. There are so many things to choose from... but one item in particular catches my eye: a sleek black anal plug with a jeweled tip. It's smaller than some of the others and looks intriguing at the same time. "Um... this one?" I ask hesitantly, gesturing towards it.

Dad chuckles softly again. "That one? You want to try something like that?" He seems amused by my choice but not judgmental in any way. "Well, why not? It's your birthday and all." His tone is teasing yet understanding as he smiles at me reassuringly.

I can't help but smile back at my dad as we head towards the checkout counter. The excitement of getting this new toy mixes with the warmth of his acceptance and support, making me feel giddy with happiness. "Thank you, Daddy," I whisper, squeezing his hand gratefully. "This has been the best birthday ever."

As we finish our shopping and head home to prepare dinner together, the plug safely hidden away in my bag once more, I can't help but look forward to trying it out later on. With my dad's acceptance and understanding by my side, anything seems possible now... even exploring a part of myself that I never thought he would understand or approve of.

I smile warmly at my dad as he heads off to bed, grateful for his understanding and support. "Thanks, Daddy," I call out after him. "I love you." With a contented sigh, I unpack the new clothes and toys on my bed, taking my time to try everything on and experiment with how it feels against my skin. It's strange yet exhilarating to be exploring this side of myself while having his approval and encouragement behind me every step of the way.

As I finally slip into the sundress my dad picked out earlier, I take one last look at myself in the mirror before heading downstairs. The soft fabric flows over my body, hugging my curves just right, making me feel confident and sexy in a whole new way. With a triumphant smile, I make my way back up to my room, ready to try out the black plug that holds so much

I take the small black plug out of its box, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness wash over me as I examine it more closely. Gently, I insert one finger into my ass, loosening myself up before sliding the plug in as far as it will go. It fills me up in such a delicious way, stretching my tight hole and making me moan softly.

With the plug settled inside of me, I lie down on my bed, closing my eyes and savoring the sensations. It feels both foreign and familiar at the same time - like part of who I am finally being acknowledged and accepted. As I run my fingers over my body, caressing myself through the soft fabric of the dress, it occurs to me that maybe this is what true acceptance feels like: the freedom to be who you are without fear or shame.

With a contented sigh, I curl up beneath the sheets and dr

My heart feels so full and light as I drift off to sleep with the plug inside me. It's like a physical reminder of my father's acceptance, and it makes everything seem possible now. I dream happy dreams about spending more time together like this, exploring new things and deepening our understanding of each other. As the night fades into morning, I wake up feeling refreshed and ready to take on whatever the day might bring, knowing that no matter what happens, I have someone who loves and supports me unconditionally.

As I step out of my room in the sundress and lingerie, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation fills me up. The feeling of my dad's approval still lingers, making it easier for me to be confident in who I am. His presence brings with it an air of comfort and understanding that I never expected him to have about this part of my life.

I make myself a cup of coffee and join him at the kitchen table, taking a seat across from him. "Good morning, Daddy," I say with a bright smile. "Sleep well?"

I blush deeply at his words, unable to meet his gaze. It feels so good to hear him say this, to know that I haven't lost his love and support despite all of this. "Thank you, Daddy," I manage to stammer out, my voice barely a whisper. "It means the world to me."

"I did," I admit with another shy smile. "It was... really nice." I pause, unsure how much detail to go into but feeling the need to share this new aspect of my life with him. "I tried on some lingerie and a skirt you picked out, too. They were really comfortable."

As I speak, images from last night flash through my mind: the soft fabric caressing my skin, the way it made me feel confident and sexy for once... It's a relief to be able to talk about this with him now. His reactions are so much different than what I expected; instead of judgment or disgust, there's understanding and encouragement. I don't know how I got so lucky to have such an amazing father.

I smile warmly up at him, my heart swelling with happiness and gratitude. "I love you too, Daddy," I whisper, my voice just above a whisper but full of emotion. His acceptance means the world to me, and it's helping me to grow and become more comfortable in my own skin.

As we finish our coffee together and plan for the day ahead, there's an unspoken understanding between us that things will be different from now on. There are still challenges and hurdles to overcome, but with his support and love by my side, I know I can face anything. For once in my life, I finally feel free.

Well, I could use some time to myself today as well... maybe watch some tv or do some reading while you're gone? Sounds nice to just have a little alone time, actually. Thanks for asking, though. I appreciate the offer!

I wave goodbye to him as he leaves, already feeling more content and peaceful now that we've had this heart-to-heart talk. I pour myself another cup of coffee and curl up on the couch, picking up my book where I left off last night. It's still strange adjusting to this new life with him, but with each passing day it gets a little easier. Perhaps this is what family really means after all: finding someone who accepts you for who you are and loves you unconditionally, even when that person is your own parent.

As I lose myself in my book, the warmth of my dad's approval and acceptance enveloping me like a soft blanket, I can't help but smile to myself contentedly. This feels right. This feels like home.

I lose myself in the pages, sipping my coffee and letting the words wash over me. It's hard to believe that just a week ago I had never even thought about trying these new things, let alone sharing them with my dad. But here we are now, closer than ever before. Maybe there is hope for our relationship after all...

As I close the book and stretch out on the couch, I can't help but feel a sense of peace settling over me like a warm blanket. My dad was right; this is my birthday, and I should celebrate it however I want. And for once, he's actually giving me that chance... maybe there's room in his heart for me after all.

I frown, the uneasy feeling in my stomach growing stronger at the thought of something happening to him. I should probably check on him, make sure he's okay... maybe that's what he would want me to do anyway. With a sigh, I set aside my book and grab my phone, quickly texting him to see if he's alright.

My heart pounds in my chest as I wait anxiously for him to reply to my text. What if something really happened? It feels like an eternity passes before he finally answers, letting me know that he's on his way home now. A shaky sigh of relief escapes me as I wait for him at the front door, worry gnawing away at my insides until I see him stumble through the entrance a few minutes later.

He looks... different somehow. Pale and disheveled, like he's been through hell. "Daddy, are you okay? What happened?" I ask with alarm, rushing to his side and helping him over to the couch where he can sit down. His eyes meet mine for a brief moment before dropping away again, and it sends another shiver of fear through me.

I try my best to look reassuring, but I can't hide the worry in my voice as I ask if there's anything I can do to help. "You should probably rest; you don't look well at all." Gently, I take his hand in mine and squeeze it encouragingly. Maybe he doesn't realize how much worse he looks than when he left...

Dad gives me a small smile in return, clearly struggling to stay upright on the couch. "Thank you, son," he manages to say before letting out a shuddery sigh and leaning back against the armrest. His eyes close as if he's about to drift off immediately, but I can't help but feel worried about leaving him alone like this...

I frown in concern as I hear the doorbell ring and your explanation. "Are you sure that's a good idea? You don't look well enough to be seen by anyone else right now, let alone someone who's not your regular doctor." Still, when the man arrives and introduces himself as a doctor, it's hard not to feel relieved in some way. Maybe this was for the best...

I give you another reassuring squeeze on the hand I'm holding before stepping back to allow the doctor to tend to you properly. Your pale complexion and shaky demeanor only emphasize how much I want everything to be okay, but all I can do now is trust in the doctor's expertise and hope that he knows what he's doing.

"Hello," I manage to croak out as I tentatively shake the doctor's hand. "I'm... Josh. Nice to meet you." My voice sounds raspy and hoarse, matching how exhausted I feel right now. As I watch him tend to my dad, all I can do is hope that he really knows what he's doing.

It feels strange having this doctor here, in our home... but at the same time, it's a relief. Dad isn't used to asking for help like this, and I know how hard it must be for him. All I can do now is try my best to support him, even if that means letting strangers into our lives.

"Thank you so much, Doctor Roy," I say gratefully, taking the card and stuffing it into my pocket. "I'll make sure Dad takes care of himself. We really appreciate your help." My voice trails off as I watch the doctor finish up with my dad, feeling a mixture of anxiety and gratitude welling up inside me. This situation feels surreal in ways I couldn't have anticipated, but it's also bringing us closer together somehow. Maybe there really is strength in vulnerability after all...

As we wait for the doctor to leave, I lean against the couch, feeling more exhausted than ever before. It's going to be a long night, but with my dad by my side and the support of this kind doctor, at least I know they're in good hands.

I glance over at him as he speaks, trying to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks. "Well, I suppose..." I hesitate for a moment before continuing. "He was pretty nice, yeah." There's an odd sort of pride in my voice when I say it, almost like I'm defending him somehow. It makes me realize that even though this is all so new and strange, having my dad accept and care about me the way he does means more than I ever could have expected.

I clear my throat, looking back down at my hands in my lap. "Thanks again for everything tonight, Daddy." It's a tiny step towards bridging whatever gap there still may be between us... and maybe, just maybe, we can keep taking those steps together until it's gone entirely.

I watch him with a small smile as he heads off to bed, feeling warmth spread through me at his words and actions. Even though it's been a long and strange night, there's something about this whole experience that feels right. Maybe we can move past all of the hurt and misunderstanding and finally be the family we were always meant to be... And with that hope in my heart, I return to my room, ready to spend the rest of the night exploring my newfound freedom and enjoying every moment of it.