Fishing it is

You rose early the next day, showered, dressed in a hoodie, t-shirt, and shorts, and pulled your hair into a quick ponytail, briefly considering cutting it much shorter.

After breakfast you sneak into Gwen's room to give her a deep kiss before heading off.

"Mmm, blech, pancake breath," Gwen mutters sleepily and pinches your butt. "Go brush your teeth."

You're feeling a little giddy as you brush your teeth. Things were the best they had been in three weeks. After the trip you'd have to really focus on living your life as a girl outside your home, but for now, things were good.

Just as the sun rose, you and your dad were off. The early morning drives were always quiet time. The streets were empty, the dawn was just breaking. things were just coming back to life and it just seemed like a good time to be quiet and appreciate it.

It wasn't until midday that you reached the bait shop you always stopped at before heading down to the river.

"I, uh, I think I'll just stay in the car," you tell your dad, feeling nervous about any questions that would come up inside the building.

You dad nods. "Won't be long."

Stepping out of the car to stretch you didn't notice any other cars there. The gravel covered lot crunched as you put your weight down on it.

During the drive you had already covered the subject of sports with many of them being in their offseason there wasn't much to talk about there. Your dad had asked you a few more questions on your change, though the answer was the same as most. You didn't know how you changed and none of the questions he asked ever helped pinpoint a theory. You felt he was holding back, but you couldn't understand why, but you figured he'd ask eventually.

The fresh air was invigorating, and your dad came out of the shop a few moments later and with just a short drive you were down at your favorite spot by the river.

After the camp was set up, tent and all, the two of you sat down to fish, your dad having much more success than you. Every month was a competition and normally it was close, but you had a hard time focusing as your mind drifted to the memories of you and Alex by the pool or Gwen and her strap-on every time you let your mind wander, and your body kept reacting to them.

You were able to keep a straight head until after you had tucked in for the night.

Waking up in a sweat you were as horny as you had ever been, but this time you were stuffed in a sleeping bag, in the same tent as your dad.

Quietly, but also quickly, as you could, you removed yourself from your sleeping bag. Your hands were shaking, your whole body felt hot and cold at the same time, and your underwear was uncomfortably soaked.

You fumbled with the tent zipper, trying to get out so you could finger yourself away from you dad.