I'll post the green text up to the point we're waiting at. >18 years on this gay earth, circa 2005 >fairly beta but decent looking and smart >Had an online girliend of a couple years, met through EQ and then played WOW together from launch >she's 22 and married but her husband is a military cuck and idgaf >2 year old daughter >She flies out to see me, brings daughter along >rents a hotel room for the weekend, takes my virginity with 2yo watching us from the other bed >I'm convinced that I love this woman and was meant to be with her >2 years later she divorces her husband and moves in with me in my first apartment with 4yo daughter >legally marry, no money for ceremony >happiest day of my life at the time >constant loud sex in our single bedroom >4yo's bed is next to ours >we agree once she turns 5 we can't do it in front of her any more (Continued) >9 months into the marriage >of course this bitch is crazy >I'm a total fucking idiot, >she wont get a job, binge eats everything in the house, drinks and plays WOW, doesn't clean shit, is getting fat >I'm working 3 jobs in 5-6 hours sleep daily >no more sex >she completely ignores her daughter half the time I take the kid to work with me so she at least has something to do (super casual office, couple other kids there) >come home with stepdaughter one night >door is locked >chain is on >there's no food, I'm not letting you in until you come back with food >just paid the bills >bought $200 of groceries 2 days ago >tl;dr another 6 months of grief later I was finally divorced and she was gone >she moved back to Texas and her old husband >she doesn't want her daughter >he doesn't want his daughter >20 years old single dad with a 5yo stepdaughter >fuck the step she's my daughter now >me and Haley against the fucking world (Continued) >Life rolls on >last summer >I'm 27, she's 12 >mostly a good kid, so far no signs of the crazy >huge tomboy >cut her long hair off with scissors when she was home alone 3 years before and won't grow it out, won't wear dresses, into games and theater >think she may end up into girls, cool with me >super pretty girl underneath all that >ariving her home from rehearsal >light turns yellow ahead >start to speed up but realize I'm not gonna make the red >hit the brakes a little hard parental instinct, my right arm shoots out to protect her from the inertia or whatever >she lurches forward a bit >chest presses up against my forearm/hand >ask if she's okay >she says her chest is just really sore for some reason (Continued) >I'm not as dumb as I used to be, I know what's up >talk things over with Haley once we get home >she'd had her period for a few months >had been borrowing pads from a friend and hiding them >we have always been pretty open, I don't try to shield her from life/the world >ask her why she wanted to hide things >she doesn't want me to worry about her pride moment seriously though fuck that let's get you equipped >father/daughter research time >she settles on trying out tampons. >off to CVS >girl shit aisle >get the most futuristic looking Starfleet issue and hopefully smallest tampons on the market >home again >she says she's got this, >heads into bathroom >mission accomplished >next up, underwear >shop online for training bra >not too hard >she asks me if we can get some more grownup bottoms too >uh what >"like these" >she clicks on some boyshort/boxers for girls types >Sold >daughter is now fully outfitted to deal with puberty >this funny little punk of a kid is going to be a woman >summer continues >things are going pretty rad >checking in with her now and then to make sure all is well >shit's good >fall and winter pass by >April 2014 >pretty sure she's already getting taller >might just be me being a dad notice after a while that her training bras aren't showing up in the laundry much >weird >maybe she just doesn't feel like she needs them yet >meanwhile, she spends more and more time in the bathroom at night/morning >whatever she's almost a teenager >wake up early with the need for pee >enter bathroom >she's in there no shirt on >but I don't see anything because >she's almost finished wrapping up her chest with binding tape avert my eyes, apologize, leave room >she follows me out immediately also apologizing >look back at her and we just stare at each other for a few seconds >me in pajama pants and shirtless, her in boy shorts and breast binding tape >we both start cracking up for no real reason >share a good laugh and catch our breath >for real though Haley what's with the tape? >she's doing a boy part in the show at a local community theatre >she was worried about losing the part because she was growing >I just bought you those training bras? >"No dad... >"I mean Ive been GROWING >drop my eyes without thinking >there is a very noticeable curve under the tape >recall that her mother had an enormous but firm rack >oh >uh >I see >but why at home? >"just you know... Didn't want you to worry about me >this again >you're my kid, just be yourself. I mean I want to know you for the woman you're becoming. >remembering those words now >maybe not the best phrasing hug it out >thanks dad >I have my pee give her back the bathroom >"hey dad" >whats up >asks if I can help her get the tape started unwinding >oh sure >find the ridge where its tucked in the back pull it out and unwind one loop >already a bare inch of cleavage peeks out of the top >"that's good, thanks" >leave the bathroom >I am impure put it out of mind >she stops wearing the tape at home >give her some cash for a few bigger bras >there is a solid C cup range developing >don't know if it's even ready to slow down >she is otherwise still this skinny pixie cut boyish attitude kid >comes home one day >wants to sit down and talk about something >concerned >she says it's not a big deal but would I feel weird if she just called me by my first name for a while just to try it >Sure, call me whatever you want >"I still love you though" >I know, love you too. Want some dinner? >she asks if we can go out someplace >Yeah, why not, let's have a treat, where do you want to go? >"can you pick a place while I shower and get dressed and stuff?" >okay >"can I still call you by your first name? >sure >kick back, browse 4chan while she does her thing >"Ready to go Ben? >She's wearing a little A-Line dress and pumps >I haven't seen her in a dress in years >no words >she blushes but laughs and punches me in the shoulder >Took it from the costume shop >lets go to dinner >intended to go to Chevy's (she loves mex) >opt for a nicer little cantina type place instead >dinner is fun, catching up on her school life and her theatre gossip which is pretty funny >"hey um I just want to tell you too because you're a dad and I don't want you to worry about me, so just so you know I'm not really into any guys or dating anyone or anything >wasn't worried about it, just tell me if you do decide to go for it >you know if you were interested in girls that's okay too >yeah, I mean maybe... >tells she has a girlfriend that she kind of has a crush on >but she has this whole other feeling when she sees a guy that she likes >like a really really strong feeling >so why don't you ask him out? >she doesn't know if he likes her in that way >anyway its complicated >well, ifs meant to happen it will, and you're too cool not to like >"thanks but am I cute too?" >the cutest >i you were my age and not related or anything and I asked you out would you say yes? >yeah in a heartbeat kid >"we're not actually related though I guess, right?" >I'm still your dad >she knows and she loves me >end of dinner >return home and now we wait