My biological father, Robert, and his new wife, Kristen

This story uses the following variables: mc_m (MC's Male Name), mc_f (MC's Female Name), father (Father's Name), and aunt2 (Aunt 2's Name).

Not long before making my way back home, I received an update on my socials about my father. He had remarried a year after his divorce from my mother. Apart from a new job and a new car, the new couple had found a home near my childhood home. I figure I can visit as Charlene, to check up on my father and his new wife. Either I tell them the truth, that I am on X-Change, or make up a story.

I figure my father would recognize my car, so I forego driving and making my way on foot. I’m dressed like a young woman my age, beating the heat by wearing a tanktop and a pair of short shorts. Wearing what I’m wearing outside, I’m subject to catcalls and whistles by men my age and even those years older than me. I could react to them and thus delay my trip to my father’s new house. Instead, I make haste and ignore them, though choosing to do so might cause them to pursue me.

Fortunately, no one dares to make trouble with Charlene. What is troublesome is the street that my father’s house sits on. It is infamous for being a steep hill, great for those people who like to ride down it fast on skateboards or bicycles, but for those on foot, one of the biggest obstacles in their commute.

By the time I get to my father’s house near the top of the hill, I’ve produced a good sweat on my brow. I take a breather on the sidewalk in front of the house before going to the door.