Kelly, your daughter

"Oh, hello Princess," you greet her, surprised to see your daughter standing in the doorway."I wasn't expecting you... Um, your mother isn't here is she?"

You lick your lips nervously as your eyes dart up and down the hall searching for any sign of your ex-wife.

"Oh Daddy, it is you," she cries, throwing her arms around you "I thought I'd never see you again and now you're here. But so different. You said you'd look different after... Well, after but I never imagined you might be... This! I didn't know who you were but then you got that look. That hunted look you get whenever you think mom is going to bust your balls. Um, metaphorically. And I knew. I knew it was you.”

She babbles happily pulling you into a warm hug. It feels odd to realise your little girl is taller than you now but that seems like a small price to pay to hold her again.

The two of you chat and she lends a sympathetic ear while you tell her all about it. From waking up in Katie's body to your coming back to your apartment this morning. You leave out some of the more embarrassing details, like your experience with the gynaecologist or your attempt to masturbate but all the important stuff. She asked questions but she doesn't pry and there's no pity in her look. She handles the whole situation with an impressive degree of maturity considering she's barely twenty. That is until you start talking about your frustration with trying to buy new clothes.

"Oh my God, you are not serious!" She squeals practically bouncing with excitement.

"What?" You ask confused "I'm serious all I've got is what I'm wearing and a closet full of business suits that fit me like a tent..."

"I know, isn't it perfect. Don't you see?" She rolls her eyes when it becomes clear you very much do not see "We are going shopping!"