David looked down at his body, seeing the short lithe effeminate man he had always been, today dressed in a super-tight bare-midriff T-shirt, booty shorts, and sandals, which showed off his pedicured toenails painted with glittery-pink polish. He then looked back up at Susan, running his manicured hand along the side of his head, to make sure his longish hair stayed over his ear. It tended to hang over his face nowadays, kind of emo-like. "No, thilly," he lisped, then giggled. "I'm jutht the thame ath alwayth."
Susan couldn't help but feel a little turned on by him. No, she was still a lesbian, but his obvious femininity, despite being male, was very attractive to her. He was a total bottom, a femboy twink, and he had always been that way, even when they had had that threesome back in college, which caused the accidental birth of Jennifer. But they had never gotten married. Susan wasn't quite sure why she thought that. Jennifer didn't even know that he was her biological father. Growing up, she just thought of him as "Uncle Davey", as he still wanted to be in her life, but couldn't possibly bring himself to marry a woman, even for appearance reasons. No one would believe that a swishy twink like him could be straight, or even bisexual, anyway. So all these years, Susan had been a single mother. Despite that, she thought she had done a good job raising Jennifer alone. She had to wonder, though, why she had never gotten married herself. To a woman, obviously. She started to get another headache. What was going on with her today? Was it the weather or something?
"Thanks for letting us come over, Suse," said Karl, Davey's husband, who was obviously the "man" in their relationship, not seeming gay at all, except for when he was being intimate with Davey. "I've talked it over with Davey and I think it's time that we all tell Jennifer the truth about who her father is."
Susan nodded, then let the gay couple in. Odd ... why did it feel like this was the first time she had ever seen Karl inside her house? After all, he had come over many times over the years, always accompanied by his husband Davey, of course.
Karl took a seat on the living room couch, with Davey sitting next to him, crossing his smooth hairless legs femininely. Susan couldn't help but admire the make-up Davey was wearing on his face. He pulled it off well, and again, it was something she was attracted to. Sometimes, he looked like he could pass himself off as a woman, or a transwoman. But she knew that he wasn't interested in that sort of thing. He liked being a man ... well, a swishy effeminate man, anyway. He had no desire to get a sex-change. Too bad. Susan thought he'd make a great woman.
Susan took a seat in the chair opposite from them, then they started to discuss their plans on how to reveal the truth to Jennifer.