I Found My Dad Is a Crossdresser

Chapter 2: About My Dad

Translator: Doris

Finishing smoking, I came back now.

Well, there were little comments... Didn’t anyone want to talk with me? I felt so uncomfortable. Anyway, that’s it. Actually, I felt much better now after speaking it out.

I couldn’t sleep yet. Let me tell you something about my dad.

The relationship between me and my dad was complicated, especially recent years. In a few hours, he’d send someone to pick me up on the weekend. Thinking about it, I felt quite worried.

How about renaming this post as “Whispering at Mid-night” or something else?

...Huh? Maybe there would be more comments with this name.

My dad actually was not my birth father.

When I wrote this sentence, I couldn’t help laughing, for it sounded like the beginning of a same old story. But as for me, it was the beginning of a life full of confusion. It was complicated to say that, and I didn’t know what kind of mood I should have to tell this story to you.

I had no choice but smile embarrassingly.

So, every time I introduced him to others, I had to add this sentence to my words.

At that time, he always put a very cool expression, which was commonly known as poker face, to explain that XX (my name) was the one in a thousand to be taken home by me.

Yes, I was adopted by my dad.

My family was very weird, or superstitious.

What I meant was mainly my grandmother.

But it was not her fault. When she just gave birth to my dad, a fortune-teller said that my dad would have a terrible influence on his father and son. Seemingly, my grandpa didn’t believe it. While, he was so scared that he sent my dad to a foster family abroad. My dad didn’t get home until he was fifteen or sixteen years old.

As a result, in the second year my dad came home, my grandpa was died in the pool on a holiday. It was said that he was died of cramps.

My grandpa swam quite well. There was a photo of his wining the swimming contest of the sports meeting.

As soon as he died, my grandma was in panic. But she couldn’t send my dad, her only son, away. Or she would be alone. So she began to seek the way to break the spell about my dad. And she found a bunch of “master” to give her some advice.

Finally, they advised my grandma to raise a kid whose Eight Characters (in four pairs, including the year, month, day and hour of a person’ birth, each pair consisting of one Heavenly Stem and one Earthly Branch, formerly used in fortune-telling) and horoscope were completely suitable for my dad’s in order to counteract the vicious spirit in the fate of my dad.

So you got it. I was the kid.

When my dad was sixteen, he stood in front of me and said, “Call me dad”. freℯ𝓌e𝚋𝐧𝘰vℯl.𝐜𝚘𝗺

He looked like a god. Of course, I couldn’t refuse a god at all, so I did as he asked. Then, he took me out of the welfare home and went back to his house. So we began our story.

[smile] [smile]

My dad was only 8 years older than me. When we were together, almost all people thought we were brothers. When they heard that I called him dad, they were so shocked.

So did most of his blind dates. After they knew that I was adopted by my dad, the first question they asked was about our relationship.

My dad described our relationship as “We stick to each other like glue” and “My kindness to my son has been as vast as the sea”.

Don’t get me wrong. He had grown up in an English-speaking environment since he was young. So he was not good at using idioms. Many of his blind dates had misunderstood. As soon as they heard this, his eyes began to be ambiguous.

At first, I didn’t know their thoughts. Later on, my roommate’s girlfriend told me that they must have thought there were often weird things in the wealthy family. The reason why my grandma adopt me was not to raise a son for my father. Instead, there must be other special purposes.

BAH!

Although my father never has a girlfriend, I am sure that he is a straight man!

Uh, wait, would a straight man be keen on playing the role of women?

Would he do that?

???????

Oh my God! I didn’t know his hobby on cosplaying before. So I always thought he must be a straight man, for every day he wore the custom-made suits with an ascetic face and just cared whether his son had enough money.

Let me judge the sex orientation of my dad. ƒ𝒓e𝐞we𝚋𝙣ｏ𝚟𝚎𝘭.co𝙢

I just pinched my thighs because I was very excited with mixed feelings.

This idea reminded me of some new details about him. Those details I used to think normal now were so different. Quite Terribly Different!

The first detail was I also loved cartoons when I was a child.

Unlike other kids’ dads, my dad didn’t stop me from reading comics, but he bought me several boxes of comics. Among them, one box of comics was about BL.

He said he bought it casually. But his assistant said my dad picked it by himself.

I trusted my dad so much, therefore I didn’t think about such trifles carefully before. But now I found it quite weird. What did my dad think about?

Well, I must ask my dad’s assistant about this tomorrow.

The second detail was my dad had no girlfriend.

He brought no girlfriend back since I knew him.

That’s why my grandma had been giving him many blind dates in the past two years.

Oh, what a shame. I couldn’t believe that my dad, such a handsome and wealthy young man, was gonna make blind dates.

What’s more, he had never made it.

—He always used me as a shield.

Due to it, I was quite unhappy. So since I went to the college, I began to distance myself from my mad. Therefore, he made a rule that I must go home on weekends. Originally, I thought the rule was normal. After all, the elders wanted their children to go home often, including my grandma and my dad.

All right, that was not the key point.

The key was why would he never have a girlfriend?

Even he had never tried to do it!

The third detail was all his assistants were men.

Before he went to work at the company, my grandma was in charge. She preferred female assistants, so his assistant was also a woman. But he replaced her with a male assistant in the next month. So far, no female assistant had been used by my dad.

The fourth detail was... Come on, stop it. It seemed that I was trying to prove he was not a straight man.

In this way, I would brainwash myself.

I was very confused now. It was just the fact that he was wearing women’s dress that made me worried. But now I was curious about his sex orientation. I was afraid that I couldn’t look steadily at him.

It was too late. I’d better go to sleep.

Otherwise, he would be unhappy if he saw the dark circles under my eyes. Well. The fourth detail was that sometimes he was very affectionate.

For example, he would show his bad mood in a whine.

Good night!