Wilfred took a peek inside his daughter's bedroom. Thankfully, Gladys and her boyfriend didn't do anything naughty. In fact, they had already finished their homework assignments for math class. But that was not what intrigued Wilfred at the moment. Gladys currently spent her time giving her boyfriend Oliver a fresh perspective. She had finished examining his new appearance.
She smiled. "That looks so good on you."
Oliver, an eighteen-year-old senior in high school, did indeed change. Gladys had mentioned to her father that she wanted to mold her boyfriend into someone that she would be more comfortable with. As a result, she gave Oliver a feminine makeover. He had cut his brown hair to a style commonly associated with today's pop stars. He wore a bright red t-shirt and a pair of tight black jeans. He used to look like a standard nerd at school. But Gladys had slowly transformed him into a feminine young man. She had become successful in her personal endeavors. Oliver had grown a more womanlike stance in terms of his body and mind.
However, he didn't seem too sure of this. "I don't know, Gladys. I'm just not feeling it. Am I really looking good like this?"
Gladys laughed. "You're fine. You're just the way I want you to be. You should feel the same."
Oliver scratched the side of his neck. "I'm not there yet, to be honest."
"Oh, don't feel so bad. Everyone in math class will admire you more because of me."
Oliver sounded as if he tried to fake a laugh, but failed to do so. "I hope you're right."
Wilfred stayed silent as he observed the progress initiated by his eighteen-year-old daughter. Her smartphone started to vibrate and she picked it up to see who called. After a brief conversation, she hung up and told Oliver that she would be paying one of her friends a visit.
"Her house is just a few blocks away. I'll be gone in about an hour or so. Just stay here and start your science homework without me."
Oliver nodded. "Alright, I'll stay. I'll be good. I promise."
Gladys kissed him on the cheek and grabbed her notebook from her desk. Wilfred had already left for the living room in silence as she exited her bedroom. She told her father the same words that he had just listened to.
He replied, "Stay safe out there."
As soon as she left the house, Wilfred crept back into the hallway and, once again, took a peek inside his daughter's bedroom. Oliver was now standing in front of the mirror hanging on the wall. He slid his fingers across his short hair. He still didn't appear to grasp any sort of confidence regarding the outcome of Glady's intrusion.
Wilfred would be the exact opposite. In fact, he couldn't stop staring at the newly feminine twelfth-grader standing in Glady's bedroom. At first, he did have doubts whether or not his own daughter would pull it off. And by the end, his skepticism had faded away. He admired her dedication. Her most passionate objective had eventually become something that Wilfred would never want to overlook.
Oliver, while still unaware that someone was watching, gazed out the window. The beach had grown tranquil during the sunset. Wilfred's two-story house stood on the coast, with the sand standing between the water and the neighborhood. The city of Oxnard had died down from the standard suburban hustle and bustle. Civilians finally had the chance for some sweet repose after a hard day's work. The rainy season had finally ended in Southern California, and now in the middle of March, everyone had the opportunity to enjoy a calm and cool weekday. The first day of Spring would be approaching soon.
Oliver had folded his arms across his chest as he examined the few remaining beachgoers that roamed the coast. The last rays of the setting sun blended well with the partially cloudy sky. It was a sight that Wilfred himself had grown fond of ever since he moved his family here. And now, he found yet another image that lured him directly into a sense of bliss. He eyed Oliver from top to bottom. The young man was skinny and short, just barely an inch taller than Gladys. His new appearance made him more adorable than ever. And Wilfred gained a better appreciation for Oliver's presence in the house.
He could stare at Oliver all day and night. His newly feminine style was quite alluring to the middle-aged eyes. At forty-two years of age, Wilfred had never met someone who was so handsome. He couldn't stop smiling. He could feel an erection forming behind his pants. He had forgotten his wife as he remained fixated with Glady's project.
"You're looking good."
Oliver turned around and gave Wilfred a little smile. "You really think so?"
Wilfred stepped forward. "Glady is right. This really suits you. You shouldn't be ashamed for what she's done to you. The old you is gone, and now we have one that really makes me proud."
Even Oliver's light chuckle sounded more girly than usual. "I'm glad you like it. I was nervous about this the whole time."
Wilfred stepped even closer. "It's a damn good job."
He now stood in front of Oliver, who appeared slightly surprised by how close the older man was. Wilfred leaned in and smelled Oliver's neck and shoulder. The scented aroma made his exhale heavily through his nostrils. He even enjoyed the smell.
Oliver cleared his throat. "Is there a problem?"
Wilfred whispered, "No, not at all. You are incredible, you know. She made you extraordinary."
"Thanks."
Wilfred brought Oliver's arm up with his hands. The warmth and hairless skin made Wilfred want to take a step further than usual. He did the unthinkable by kissing Oliver's hand.
Oliver didn't move. His eyes had widened. He didn't know what else to do when his girlfriend's father had initiated a romantic gesture.
Wilfred kissed Oliver's arm twice. "How does that make you feel?"
Oliver took a deep breath. "Very confused."
