Fake Family for a Halloween

Part 4

 The next morning, Sheila was still in a bad mood and refused to talk to me. I went to work feeling down after the argument with my daughter. Most of the day, I was thinking about it and couldn't concentrate on anything else. I wanted to properly talk with her, but I was sure she wouldn't want to talk with me as her father. So, the first thing I did when I got home was to transform into a woman. But I forgot one thing: it was Thursday, which meant that Sheila had music lessons and would be home quite late.

I found myself wandering around the house alone, dressed as a woman. It's been a week since I first tried Olivia's clothes on, and surprisingly, I no longer feel uncomfortable wearing them.

As I walked through the living room, I caught a glimpse of myself reflected in the black screen of the TV. My attention was caught by the unnatural way the woman I pretended to be moved. My gait was still relatively acceptable, which was because I was walking in heels. But all the other movements were terribly manly!

I was not happy with what I saw. I went back to my room and walked into the dressing room. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I began to try to adjust my movements so that they would look more feminine.

Little by little, I started to understand how to do it, but I will need a lot more practice to avoid making mistakes on Halloween. At that moment, I wasn't even thinking about whether it was a good idea or how it would affect my daily life. I was so engrossed in the process that I lost track of time.

I realized that so much time had passed only when I heard my daughter coming home and walking up the stairs. To my surprise and disappointment, she didn't stop by my room to say "Hi". That means she's still sulking!

About a quarter of an hour later, after giving her some time to change, I went to Sheila's room and knocked on the door. "Can I come in?" I asked. Unfortunately, there was no response. "Sweetheart, I want to apologize for yesterday."

"It's open." Sheila said, displeased. When I entered the room, my daughter looked at me with surprise. "Why do you look like that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't think you want to talk to your father right now."

She looked at me again, but this time with a little guilt. "It's not exactly like that. It's just..." She didn't finish, but she sat down on the corner of the bed and beckoned me to come closer. "I was just so excited to spend the whole day with you, but Dad was against it."

"You know, honey, your father really wanted to please you, but there are limits to what he can do." It felt strange to talk about myself in third person.

"I understand... Asking him to do something like this was too selfish of me... Mom, can you please pass on my apologies and tell Dad that I love him?" She looked at me with a playful smile, but continued our little game.

"I will", I grabbed my daughter's cheeks and then held her to my chest. She hugged me tightly, and we sat like that for a couple of minutes. "You know what? After you get back from shopping on Saturday, I'll be waiting for you at home! We can make final changes to our costumes, talk to our hearts' contents, and by evening order some junk food and watch a marathon of our favorite movies! Also, on Sunday I won't be going anywhere, so we can spend the whole day together!"

"You mean it?"

"Of course! I wouldn't lie to you!"

"Yay! I can't wait for the weekend! It will be so much fun!"

Well, it seems that we have made up! That night, after dinner, we got our nails done as planned and spent the entire evening laughing and chatting.

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