One would think that Father's Day would be as dead as Playboy Magazine ever since The Great Change, but despite Jean and Greta's expectations(And many social commentators) , the holiday had hung around for the past decade.
Gender and social roles were fluid, and many non birthing parents(Or Dad Mom's, as they were informally called by some women) still associated with the Dad identity. Most of them were former men, but a few Born Women did as well.
This pissed off many former TERFs, who in the past decade, now unable to harass trans people who no longer existed, had moved on to the grift of trying to enforce rigid gender roles, trying to shame women with any remotely masculine inclinations or interests.
One such TERF, a famous but now disgraced fantasy author, was posting some bullshit on Twitter about butch women.
Logan Hanley laid down her baby, who she was breastfeeding, back into her crib and, pissed off by the author's tweet, posted an emoji in response.
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Elsewhere, Hermione was happily breastfeeding *her* baby, Hyla. She looked up at her wife, Lydia, who was anything but happy. In fact, she was fuming, angry over some rude cheeky comment Savannah had made to her this morning. She slammed her fit but curvy body back down on the bed.
"God, I hate her, and her...her...big fat ass!" Lydia said.
Hermione, who knew how much Lydia missed her former husband, despite being in deep denial about it (They were toxic for each other, but the sex was amazing), wondered if she should broach the possibility of a three way...
Meanwhile, Robbie was celebrating being a Dad Mom(Despite being pretty much a full on Embracer now, reveling in her femininity) by taking her kids out to some concert that Billie really wanted to see(Teresa spending time with her own family).
Robbie held Billie's tiny hand, and they smiled at each other.
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Meanwhile, in another universe, Aziza woke up Tom, who was still sleeping in bed, with the most amazing blowjob of his life.
"Happy Father's Day, pumpkin" Aziza giggled.
Tom smiled, and stroked Aziza's long dark hair, pulling her deeper in.
Abraham crawled around on the floor on the other side of the room, blissfully unaware of his parents and their sexcapades. He did know, on some level, how much they adored him.