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It’s all over.
After my daughter discovered Tom and me in the living room, everything changed forever. She didn’t scream, she didn’t insult us, she didn’t throw anything. She just stood there paralyzed for a few seconds, her face pale and her eyes filled with horror. Then she turned around, went up to her room, grabbed a backpack, and left without saying a single word.
Three days have passed and we still know nothing about her.
She doesn’t answer calls, she doesn’t reply to messages, and her phone appears to be turned off. It’s as if she vanished into thin air. I don’t blame her. Seeing her own father inside her body, having sex with a man… it must have been too much for her. Too fast, too cruel.
Tom has been with me this whole time. It’s not that I’m glad my daughter is gone, but her absence has created a strange silence in the house. A silence that has allowed Tom and me to be together more, like a real couple. We no longer have to hide or lower our voices. In the mornings I make him breakfast before he leaves for work. Simple things that make me feel useful and feminine.
During the day I dedicate myself to looking for her. I call acquaintances pretending to be her, I talk to the police saying that my “father” is missing, I check social media, and I even posted a discreet message in local groups. Nothing. It’s as if the Great Change had taken my daughter away too. Last night, while we were lying in bed, Tom hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear:
“No matter what happens, I’m here. You don’t have to carry this alone.”
His words calmed me. It’s not just the sex that binds me to him. It’s the way he takes care of me, how he makes me feel safe in this body I’m still learning to inhabit.
The next morning Tom didn’t have to go to work, so I decided to surprise him. We spent the whole day together. I wanted to do something special, since my daughter wasn’t home. I took out the cheerleader uniform she used to wear in high school from the closet. I was surprised at how well it fit me. When Tom saw me coming down the stairs wearing it, he was speechless. His eyes lit up and a smile mixing surprise and desire appeared on his face.
We hadn’t been able to be together since that night in the living room, so the contained euphoria made us behave with more passion than usual.
It was, without a doubt, the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life. I love it when Tom is gentle and affectionate, but this time he behaved like a wild beast, and that turned me on in a way I didn’t expect. After we completely let go, I stayed in his arms for a while, still trembling.
Although I’m still very worried about my daughter —not knowing anything about her distresses me— thanks to Tom, even if only for a moment, I can forget about everything and feel loved and safe.
We spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying ourselves like a normal couple: we played, watched movies, chatted about trivial things, and laughed together. At night, while we were having dinner at a small restaurant, my phone rang. Since no one was home, the answering machine recorded the message.
“Hi Dad… I’m really sorry I left like that. Can we meet tomorrow to talk?”
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