"Dad!" (Exposed)

You open the bathroom door and step out, promptly running into something rather solid. The loosely wrapped towel slides off of you.

"Hey, watch where you're—"

Your dad turns around to see you picking up your towel.

Hearing your dad's voice shocks you. He wasn't supposed to be home yet. You stand up, towel in hand. "Dad!" you shout before you realize the situation.

"Uh—"

Then it hits you. With a squeak and widened eyes you jump back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

"Mom! Dad! What're you doing here?" you hear Gwen's voice in the hallway.

"Your father forgot to refill his prescription before we left, so we just cut the vacation short. I thought you'd be happy."

Your whole family was now outside the bathroom door. Your father had seen you naked, and to add to everything that was going bad, you addressed him as you normally would, as a boy.

"Uh— Who was—" your dad uttered.

Gwen let out a loud, obviously nervous laughter. "Oh, her— That's uh— Summer. Yeah—"

"Just tell them!" you call out from behind the door, imagining the confused faces on your parents.

"Oh, okay," Gwen muttered. "Mom, dad, this is going to be hard to believe. I still have a hard time wrapping my head around it, but I know it is true. That's John. He uh— Somehow he changed into a girl, three days ago."

There was silence in the hallway. All you could do was bury your face in your hands.

"Come again?" your mother asked.

"John changed into a girls body. He got some call; some person said that he, or she, we don't know, was having fun, and that John had to spend time as a girl and yeah."

"You don't seriously expect us to believe that."

You groan audibly.

"It's true!" Gwen protested. "Summer! John! Help me out a little here."

You bang your head against the door a few times, wracking your brain for info you could use to prove it was you.

"Uh— um—" you stutter.

Then it hits you, you recant a story from one time you and your father had gone on one of your fishing trips, and the story your mother had told you before your junior prom.

There was more silence and some stammering by your parents.

"Look," Gwen said, taking charge. "Why don't you get settled in. "Summer, John, will get dressed and we'll all talk at the table."

Your parents agreed, through some awkward combination of words and grunts. And what seemed like an eternity later, they had cleared away.

"They're gone hun," Gwen says to you.

You grab your towel that you had dropped again, and this time you wrapped it securely around you body. You felt dazed and Gwen acted more like a guide as the two of you walked to your room.

Quickly, Gwen grabbed a few things from the clothes you two had gathered and handed them to you.

Wordlessly you dressed. Gwen had handed you more conservative clothing, figuring you might want to cover more skin.

Dressed in jeans and a long sleeve shirt, with underwear, you and Gwen walk down to where your parents were sitting at the table, having decided to forgo unpacking the rest of their stuff given recent news.