Sins of the Father

“Getting dressed for work is certainly different than it used to be.”

Deedee’s soft voice slipped past her crimson painted lips as she looked over her outfit in the large mirror of her dressing room. Her raven black hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail. The dark smokey eye makeup and bright crimson lipstick were certainly overkill for a day at the office, but that was what Miss Jameson wanted. Stepping back, her eyes went over her reflection one last time. The white mini dress was too short and showed too much cleavage for work, but the double breasted blazer style gave it a business look that also showed off the hourglass shape of her frame. Of course the white satin corset under the dress certainly helped bring in her waist, as well as show a hint of satin between the lapels at her neckline. Not that her surgically enhanced body needed much help being displayed in such a short form fitting dress. The 120mm classic black So Kate Louboutin heels finished off the look perfectly. Deedee was certain Miss Jameson would approve of her look. The vision staring back at her screamed secretary but whispered slut loud enough to be heard in a crowded room.

Selecting a black clutch purse from the line of designer bags, Deedee stepped out of the converted bedroom into the hallway, her stiletto’s clicking along as she swayed perfectly. Her walk would put most models to shame with the sway in her hips and the perfect heel toe movements, practice with heels this high certainly had to account for something other than not really being able to stand flat footed any longer. Stepping into the living room Deedee collected her wallet, keys, and phone. Slipping them into the Louboutin bag she had in had was like second nature as she prepared to leave for the day.

The front door of the house opening suddenly caught Deedee unaware. Her jaw dropped open as the one person she had hoped to hide this from casually walked through the front door.

“Dad! I’m home from college.”

Trent’s voice rang out through the house before he even realized someone was in the room with him. The 19 year old’s eyes locked onto the gorgeous and well dressed woman in the room. The stare was enough to make Deedee shiver. He was used to men’s hunger gazes, but her own son’s eyes seemed to be devouring him whole. Biting his lip he shifted his purse in front of him and tried to block the hungering eyes that roamed over his whole body. “Son? What are you doing here?!”

The words left his mouth before she could stop them. The carefully cultivated feminine voice fell away for the slightest second as his manicured hand came up to cover his mouth in surprise. Trent’s look of lust slowly shifted to confusion as he paused. Trent’s eyes locked on to Deedee’s face for the first time since walking through the door. While the transition from lust to confusion was slow, the transition from confusion to anger was like a sudden storm as Trent’s face took on an ugly sneer. “Dad!? What the fuck is going on? Is that really you? And why the fuck do you look like some porn actress?!”

Each question hit Deedee like a thunderbolt to the core of his being. The high stiletto heels that only moments ago had given him a feeling of power now felt like stilts during an earthquake. Leaning up against a chair for support the feminized man struggled to find his voice. The anger and hatred that appeared in his son’s face was more painful than anything Miss Jameson had come up with so far.

“Look Trent, this isn’t what you think….” Deedee’s voice trailed off as the cliched line fell flat. The words that followed tumbled from her lipstick covered lips as she tried to sum up the last year of her life. “I....I had to do this. Miss Jameson…I mean Chloe, my old secretary? She blackmailed me. She manufactured files to make it appear that I had been embezzling from the company for years. Small amounts that stacked up over time. Each theft was linked to times in my life when I had made a new purchase. Maybe it wasn’t foolproof, but it would have been enough to ruin me. They would have pulled you out of school when I couldn’t afford it anymore. I couldn’t let that happen. I knew I could deal with whatever she did to me, but I had to make sure you were going to be taken care of. I knew if I could just let you get through college you could figure it out on the other side.”

Most of the words that Deedee spoke were true. Likely they all would have been true six months ago. Yet recently something changed. It was like a switch had flipped and Deedee had become happy with who they were now. Perhaps not happy how they had gotten there, but certainly the end had justified the means.

The sharp laughter that came from the man in front of Deedee was startling. The scorn that dripped from his son’s voice was like a hammer blow to the heart. A rueful shake of the boy’s head as he walked closer to his feminized father. With Deedee being an inch or two taller, plus the height of the stiletto heels that adorned Deedee’s feet, Trent was to look up into his father’s beautifully made up eyes. Unable to keep the disgust from his gaze, Trent’s eyes wandered across the makeup, clothes, and shape of the person in front of him. It was impossible not to take in each detail of the matching and obviously expensive outfit, especially with how comfortable his father looked in it. “You let some cunt you like that? God, I always knew you were a pussy, but now you even look like one. For fucks sake, I can’t believe you let this happen.”

Deedee’s mind spun as she recoiled from the venom that Trent spewed at him. *Let this happen?!* The thought bounced off a part of Deedee that still clung to his old life. As he thought over the short exchange between the two, each word of hatred or misogyny caused the anger to grow in his mind. *How dare this little shit!* Barely able to contain the thoughts in his head, the training of the last year kicked in and Deedee restrained himself. Blowing up right now wouldn’t fix this.

“I didn’t do anything. Yes, I could have stopped it, but only at the risk of your future. That was not something I was comfortable doing. So in essence, I did this for you! And what are you even doing at home? It is the middle of the semester, why aren’t you in class?”

“That’s the best joke of all Dad, I dropped out. So all this shit you are doing is fucking pointless. Then again, I’m not sure some sissy gets to question my actions. Tell you what, why don’t you scurry off to work and make sure to bring some pizza home. Unless of course your lessons in being someone’s bitch included you learning how to cook for once?”

The emphasis on the word Dad was laced with more venom and hatred than anything Deedee had experienced as during the transition to the life he lived now. Sadly, Trent was right, Deedee was someone’s bitch now. Miss Jameson even referred to him as a sissy when she felt the need to demean him further. In his mind was the only place that Deedee didn’t come across as a sissy. The conversation was interrupted with a ping as a text message from Miss Jameson came through. Pulling the phone from his purse, Deedee’s eyes instantly locked to the message from Miss Jameson. A sigh escaped his lips as he realized this conversation would have to happen again later.

“Who’s that, your pimp?” Trent’s voice held a self righteous tone.

“No, it was my boss. Look, some changes had to be made around the house. I converted your room to my closet, I didn’t expect you to come back here.” A pause gave Deedee time to move towards the front door. “I have to go to work. I’ll be home later tonight. You can use my room if you want for now. We can figure the rest of this out when I get home.”

Turning to the door and trying to walk angrily out of the house, Deedee couldn’t help but still swish his hips back and forth while making his ass a perfect target for his son’s gaze.

“Sure Dad…. whatever.” The petulant and hateful boy’s words chased Deedee out the door