You confess

You lean into her touch, your eyes closing for a moment as you take a deep breath. When you open them again, you meet her gaze, your own eyes filled with a mix of fear and trepidation. "I...I have a crossdressing fetish," you whisper, the words coming out in a rush.

Your mother's eyes widen at your confession, a look of surprise flashing across her face. She blinks rapidly, as if trying to process what you just said. "Crossdressing... fetish?" she repeats, her voice barely audible.

You nod, your cheeks burning with a mix of shame and embarrassment. "Yes," you mumble, your eyes fixed on the floor. "I... I like wearing women's clothes. It makes me feel... different. Excited."

Your mother is silent for a moment, her expression unreadable as she processes this information.

"I was jealous of Caitlyn, the fact that she could wear your robe without a care in the world," you admit, your voice shaking slightly. Your mother's expression softens, a look of understanding dawning in her eyes. She takes a deep breath, as if to steady herself, before speaking.

"Oh, sweetheart," she says, her voice gentle and filled with compassion. "I had no idea you felt that way. I'm sorry if I made you feel... inadequate." She pauses, her brow furrowing slightly. "But I have to ask... why didn't you just tell me? I would have understood."

You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry.

"This is a very taboo topic," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "I'm your step son, it's hard for me to share this with anyone."

Your mother's expression softens, a look of understanding and compassion filling her eyes. She takes a deep breath, as if to steady herself, before speaking. "I understand, sweetie," she says, her voice gentle and reassuring. "I'm here to listen, and I want you to know that there's no judgment coming from me."

She reaches out, her hand gently squeezing your shoulder in a comforting gesture.

You feel a wave of relief wash over you at her words, your tense muscles beginning to relax. You take a shaky breath, your eyes closing for a moment as you gather your thoughts. When you open them again, you meet your mother's gaze, your own eyes filled with a mix of fear and trepidation.