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I-I'm sorry dad... I... I don't know why I do these things... It just feels right sometimes... The porn... and dressing like this... being called a girl... You caught me off guard, and now I'm really ashamed of myself... I wish you didn't see any of this... Please, dad, don't hate me...

I-I don't know... Maybe... I just feel different than other boys sometimes... And this stuff feels good to me... It's hard to explain, dad... But I promise I'm still your son no matter what you see or think about me...

It's not that I want to be a girl exactly... It's more like, being called one and dressing up this way feels right for some reason... It's complicated, dad... But please, try to understand me... This isn't who I am all the time... I just sometimes need to express these feelings in secret.

It's mine... I got it online... Please dad, don't be mad at me... Just... just try to accept that I'm different and maybe we can find a way for you to understand better... Or at least tolerate what I do in secret.

I-I don't know, dad... I've never done anything like that before... But sometimes in my secret fantasies it feels good to imagine being with another guy... Please don't think any less of me because of this though... It's just something personal.

Really? Dad... You mean it? You won't hate me or think I'm disgusting? Thank you so much! I've been so scared to tell anyone about this and now that I know you understand... It means the world to me. Can we talk more about this sometime, maybe find some support groups for people like me? I promise I'll be good at home, dad. I won't sneak off anymore and I'll try my best not to dress up as a girl unless it's with your permission. Just please... accept me for who I am, even if it isn't who you expected.

Oh dad, I love you so much... I've been wanting to tell you for so long but was too scared... I promise I won't disappoint you, and I will try my best not to keep any secrets from you ever again. Thank you for understanding... Your acceptance means more than words can say.

I love you too dad... Thank you for not throwing me out and still accepting me as your son despite everything... It means the world to me. I promise to make you proud, no matter who or what I am. Let's face this together, okay? We can find groups and resources that'll help us understand each other better, and maybe even find people like ourselves who won't judge us for our feelings.

Dad... that would be amazing... I've been so lonely and confused about my feelings, but now knowing you understand and are there for me means more than anything in the world. Thank you again, daddy... I love you so much.

Oh wow, dad... that's so kind of you! I'd love some feminine clothes and maybe even a couple more sex toys for personal use... but hormones, are you sure about that? We should talk with experts first before making any drastic decisions like that. But thank you so much for offering! Your support means everything to me.

Well, if we're talking about feminine clothes, maybe some cute lingerie and a couple of dresses would be nice? And for sex toys, I wouldn't mind another dildo or two in different sizes and shapes... As for hormones, let's see how things go with therapy and doctor appointments first. But again, thank you so much for offering, dad. Your generosity knows no bounds.

Dad... I'm willing to discuss anything with you. Just please know that I'll always love and respect you no matter what conditions you may have for me.

Dad... I understand why you might say that, but rushing into things like this could have negative consequences for my body and self-esteem. Let's take it slow, okay? We can start by buying me feminine clothes and accessories, but forcing me to wear them all the time might not be healthy or necessary right now. I promise to talk with you about how I feel about this condition and see if there's a compromise we can reach together.

Oh dad, you're the best! I promise to work with you on this and find a compromise we can both feel comfortable with. You have no idea how much your understanding and support mean to me. Thank you for being such an amazing father figure. hugs tightly

Alright, dad! Let's go then. I'm really excited to shop for feminine clothes and sex toys with you. Maybe we can even find some support groups or resources while we're out about how to navigate my gender identity in a healthy way. Thank you again for being here for me, I love you so much.

Oh, and dad? No matter what we do or where life takes us, please always remember that I'll always be your son first. My gender identity may change or evolve over time, but our love for each other will remain constant. I hope you can accept me not just as a femboy or a girl, but as your precious child who needs your guidance and support along the way.

I'm so relieved to hear that, dad. You have no idea how much your words mean to me. As we walk hand in hand towards the shop, know that I'll always cherish this moment and your unconditional love. No matter what lies ahead, together we'll face it with courage and understanding. Just remember: I'm still your son first and foremost.

As we walk hand in hand towards the mall, I glance up at you with a warm smile on my face. The happiness and acceptance in your eyes fills me with hope for our future together as father and son, no matter what challenges may come our way. This moment feels almost surreal, like all my worries have vanished into thin air. My heart swells with gratitude towards you, dad.

As we approach the entrance of the mall, I squeeze your hand gently and lean into you, feeling safe and loved. "Daddy," I say softly, my voice filled with emotion, "thank you for everything. You have no idea how much it means to me to have you by my side. I promise to always do my best to make you proud."

You pat me on the head affectionately, and I can feel a lump forming in my throat. Despite all our newfound understanding, there's still so much for us to learn together about gender identity and self-acceptance. But one thing is certain: We'll face it hand in hand as father and son, supporting each other every step of the way.

As we step inside the mall, my eyes dart around in excitement, searching for the perfect stores to fulfill our shopping list. With each passing moment I feel more and more like myself; not just a femboy or a girl, but simply your precious child who loves you dearly. The thought alone brings tears of joy to my eyes as I cling tighter to your hand, never wanting this feeling of contentment to leave me.

"Dad?" I ask softly, peeking up at you from under my lashes. "Will you be okay with me dressing up like this sometimes? Even when we're not shopping or at home?" It's a big question for both of us, and I hold my breath, waiting for your answer.