I Found My Dad Is a Crossdresser

Chapter 3 - My Dad’s Boyfriend?

Chapter 3: My Dad’s Boyfriend?

Translator: Doris

It was 8 am. Now I was sitting in my dad’s car. He came to pick me up personally.

He said he just stopped by.

How interesting!

For his sake, I couldn’t sleep until two or three a.m.. However, he went to school before eight a.m., stopping by and picking me up. I was not awake and bad-tempered now.

I did have a childish temper, okay?!

But he did not lie about it. He picked up his friend at the airport so early in the morning and then stopped by to take me home.

This person he had picked up was his best friend. They had known each other since they were young.

When he was in the foster family abroad, this man was his neighbor, who was part Chinese. So they were closed to each other naturally. Before my dad returned home from abroad, they came and go with each other all the time as lovers. Oh sorry. I meant that they were inseparable friends. Well, it seemed that their meanings were the same. Anyway, as long as you could understand what I meant, it was enough.

It could be said that this man was the only person my dad was willing to pick up personally.

Before, all of his families were in the United States. Since my dad was in charge of the company instead of my grandma, there seemed be some project cooperation between them. Therefore, this man came to China once or twice a year. And it was my dad who received him personally.

Besides, instead of staying in the hotel, he would live in our house.

To be honest, the guesswork about my dad’s sex orientation last night remained in my mind. So the way I looked at the man sitting on the copilot was different from the usual. I just glanced at him, which was found by this uncle.

He quite liked me. When he was trying to touch my head, I ducked.

He said: “Having grown up, huh. You don’t want me to touch your head anymore. Hahaha!”

In fact, I just didn’t sleep enough. So I was in a bad mood. And now I looked at him in deep wonder... However, I had to admit that he was tall, handsome and of mixed blood. When standing together, they were indeed a good match.

Oh no. I had to stop such a terrible thought.

There was still a distance from my house now. I was gonna sleep for a while.

Take a picture of my dad and his friend. Good morning.

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Well, was the photo so attracting?

No one paid attention to me from last night to this morning. However, having posted a photo of their incomplete figure for a few hours, this post became so popular.

I felt a bit overwhelmed now. I thought I must write this post seriously now in case you would be disappointed.

But to be honest, since I got in my dad’s car, and saw him with his cold face as usual, I felt less entangled and excited.

No matter what I found, he was still my dad, a bossy president, who was cold on the surface but warm in the inside, who would ask me if I had enough money and transfer a sum of money to my account whether I said “yes” or “no”.

...It seemed that I was showing off.

Excuse me. I didn’t do it on purpose.

Although he spoiled me like this, I was not a useless person, which made me admire myself so much.

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My dad and his friend went to the suburbs to play golf. Maybe there were other commercial partners. I didn’t know. I was distant from my dad in the past two years, and we talked to each other very seldom.

I knew what you cared about. Let me have lunch first. Then I would slip into my dad’s room to find the evidence.

The post was just written by me on the whim, which was to relax myself. Although I was grateful that someone came to chat with me, I was not sure whether I continued to post it.

After thinking of it carefully, I thought it was too hasty for me to talk with you about my dad. Once my dad found that, I was afraid that he would break my leg.

No, he would break my hand.

The hand I used to type.

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My dad’s room was locked!

I swore that, when I got back last week, my dad still didn’t lock the door!

There were only me, my dad and my grandma in our house.

My grandma preferred to be quiet, so she lived on the third floor with her babysitter. While, I lived across the hall with my dad. But I only came back once a week, so he never locked the door. What was going on today?

Was it because his friend was here?

No, he didn’t lock the door when his friend came before.

Or was it because he played crossdressing?

No, he didn’t start it since this week. I’ve been watching his live broadcast for half a semester!

Or he had found out I knew this secret, did he?

This was even more impossible. How could he find out? I didn’t talk in my sleep.

Anyway, I was confused and worried now.

I would continue to post this story.

For the first time, I found that my dad was such a cute crossdresser.