You tell him the truth

Current Class: Little Girl

You take a deep breath. Any attempt of weaseling yourself out of this situation would fall apart no matter what you told your father.

"I was looking for clothes to become a better little girl." you whispered, cradling Sally as you brace for whatever punishment awaits. But when no punishments comes for your trespassing, you let your focus return to your father. There must be some reason for his decision.

"Thanks for telling me that." your father answered, rubbing his hand through your hair. it feels quite good. "Though, I guess that means I should tell you my secret."

Grabbing the dress you found mere moments ago, your father gets to changing. You of course make sure to provide him with more than room to change. Its the least you can do.

"I like to be a princess." your father continues, grabbing the set of heels that go with the dress from up above. You're not sure how you missed that. "Sure, I have a princess of my own. But sometimes I want to be the princess myself."

You nod.