Secrets

"So what, he dressed up like a girl once?" Carrie asked dumbly. She had kind of expected this news, but she needed to know the extent of it all. You fumbled at your phone, texting Carrie.

You: Please don't ... come over tomorrow, I'll tell you everything.

Carrie: Shut up. It's taken months to root out your lies. You don't get a say.

You could see the annoyance on her face as she firmly pushed the phone away.

"No," your dad said. "He dressed as a girl every chance he could. He was always rooting around in Cathleen's makeup. When Sam was born, they would play house, and he'd be the wife. I wanted to discipline him, put him to work whatever it took. But I was still playing professionally at that point, and Cathleen said put it in God's hands, so we did. But she always felt he had a woman's heart, a woman's mind, a woman's soul. Just born in the wrong body. But she knew I was deeply ... disappointed? Hurt? So we agreed to go for another, even after the difficulty with Sam's birth."

"So what happened after Cathleen passed away?" Carrie kissed John's cheek, rubbing his shoulders soothingly.

"He stopped dressing so far as I could see. I thought, maybe it was a phase. And then ... he turned 18 summer before his senior year," You listened, frantic. You never thought in a million years this would come out from him. "I hear fucking upstairs in his bedroom. So I go up and peek in."

"He was with a girl?" Carrie asked, confused.

"It was him and his best friend, Marco. He was in a pair of silk panties, fishnet stockings ... his little pink dick was spraying out cum like a firehose. And it was clear Marco was cumming too, no condom. And it was clear it wasn't the first time."

"Holy shit," Carrie whispered.