Katie and Her Dad

Katie was ghostly pale as she knocked on the door to the Ferrari household. Dana, despite her rich tan, felt she could be equally as pale, recognizing the hair, the eyes, the skin. It was Katie. What was Katie doing here?

"Mind if I come in?" Katie mumbled. Dana blanched. This wasn't supposed to happen. She'd covered her tracks too well, she'd thought.

"Uhh, sure," Dana said awkwardly. "Was just about to make some lunch. Want a sandwich?"

"Sure," Katie said in a monotone voice. She wanted to rail and scream at the fake blonde. Why she'd abandoned her daughter. Why she'd gone down this path. Katie walked down, noting the family pictures on the walls. A handsome Italian lawyer with a dark-haired wife and two kids. Then pictures of just the man with the kids. And then the lawyer, older, with the fake blonde and two kids. This bitch abandoned us, Katie thought, biting her lower lip, and she'd out here raising a different family.

Katie munched on the sandwich, still not able to formulate any words that could meet the moment.

"You're probably wondering why," Dana said, gently nibbling her sandwich, her appetite suddenly forsaking her. Katie mutely nodded.

"I was ... successful, at one time. I had a wife and three lovely kids, but I wasn't content. I wanted to see your mom with someone bigger ... stronger ... Black."

"Well, you succeeded at that," Katie said, snorting. "But why?"

"I can't explain it. White guilt? The turnon of contrast? I don't know. But it was a path we started down. And to make sure she committed to her path, I started fucking a Thai ladyboy."

Katie blinked.

"Mommy Mira?" she asked, her mouth dry. She sipped from a bottle of water. Dana nodded awkwardly.

"The same," Dana admitted. "And Mira introduced your mother to Monique, and then Jordan got involved, and it was this thing were maybe I wasn't attracted to men, per se, but cock was good. And then I got setup with Jordan."

"Daddy?" Katie said. "Jesus, you've fucked through my entire household, Dad!"

"I know," Dana said glumly. "And then I just started transitioning. I don't know that it was anything inherent, like being born in the wrong body. It was about making men happy, which is never a good reason to do anything. And ... here I am. A housewife."

Katie felt dazed. It'd have been better to hear that Dana was always someone born in the wrong body, that she was confused, that she'd made mistakes. But she was just a slut, that slipped further and further down the rabbit hole. She got up, making her way to the door, walking out, and never intending to return. Dana collapsed against the floor, crying and heaving. Both of them regretted Katie accomplishing her mission.