With a discussion of your reaction to his nudity

Those thoughts remain as you prepare his breakfast, frying up some bacon and scrambled eggs. You're just about done when he comes down.

"Morning, Daddy," you say as you plate the food - a large portion for him, and a somewhat smaller one for yourself.

"Morning, Zoe." You carry the plates over to the table, and sit down. He grins at you, and for a moment, you wonder why. "Look, you should probably remember to put on a bra. Not that I mind, dear, but your nipples are quite visible." You blush, and mumble something back at him about how he should probably cover up as well.

"I get it," he says. "You're still adapting to your new sleeve. A sleeve that obviously belonged to a heterosexual woman. Your sleeve doesn't recognize me as your father, and it seems to find me attractive, so it ends up reacting to my presence with arousal. It's perfectly normal, and nothing to be ashamed of."

It does make sense, sure, but you're not sure how to deal with it.

"Anyway, I've got to get to work. Clean up here, please. And here's the list of chores for the day. I expect them done by the time I come home." He gets up, and as he passes you, something inside you compels you to get up. Before you know it, you've given him a chaste kiss on his cheek. "Have a nice day, Daddy."