I let AI write my story about a man becoming a sissy

Ch 9

John couldn't help but feel a little intimidated as he entered his newly redone office. The walls were painted a pastel pink, and a white crib with pink bedding was placed in the corner of the room. A small white dresser with a changing pad on top was also positioned next to the crib. A white rocking chair and a small table with toys completed the decor.

As he inspected the room, John heard the door creak open, and his two daughters walked in. The oldest, ten-year-old Lily, looked at her father with a confused expression. The youngest, five-year-old Emma, ran up to him with a big smile on her face.

"Daddy, I love your dress! Can we play dress-up?" Emma exclaimed, tugging at the ruffled skirt of John's outfit.

John smiled weakly. "No, Emma, I don't think that's appropriate."

Lily spoke up, "Dad, why are you wearing a dress? And why is there a crib in here?"

John's heart sank as he tried to come up with an explanation. "Uh, well, you know how sometimes people have to dress up for their jobs? It's kind of like that."

Lily looked unconvinced, but before she could say anything else, John's son, thirteen-year-old Ethan, walked into the room. He looked around in disgust before his eyes landed on John.

"What the hell, Dad?" Ethan said, crossing his arms over his chest.

John motioned for his daughters to leave the room. "Hey, let's talk about this."

Ethan sighed and sat down in one of the chairs. "What's going on, Dad? Why are you wearing that?"

John took a deep breath. "It's for work, Ethan. I'm representing a new client who wants me to dress like this."

"But why? It's embarrassing, Dad."

John knew Ethan was right, but he didn't know what else to do. "I know, son. But it's what the client wants. And they're paying a lot of money for it."

Ethan shook his head. "I don't understand. Why can't you just be yourself? You don't need to do this."

John thought for a moment. "You're right, Ethan. But sometimes in life, we have to make sacrifices for our careers. And I promise, I'll figure this out. I won't let this affect our family."

Ethan nodded slowly. "Okay, Dad."

John smiled, feeling relieved that his son understood. "Thank you, Ethan. I appreciate you."

As they hugged, John couldn't help but feel grateful for his family's support, even though he knew that they were still struggling to come to terms with his new role.