"So, Daddy, or should I call you Mommy from now on?" My wonderful Daughter said with a sly smile on her face.
Victoria couldn't help herself and almost spurted out some of the coffee she was drinking. We were now in a very pretentious-looking cafe, and my Daughter and lover both insisted I drink a Frappuccino, which made me look like a pretentious girl with a whipped cream drink that I honestly found delicious.
Why did men not want to drink this delightful little caffeine-induced monstrosity? Just because it looks a little feminine does not mean you should look down on it. The combination of colors and brown coffee was delicious. It was something I never really picked up on, except that I drank more than anything else.
Now, with three more obscene-looking drinks making us all look much more feminine, my Daughter brought up a good point.
What did I want her to call me?
Daddy still felt so natural, but in public, it was still something that would look out of place. The question remained of what I was even doing this all for. Speaking honestly with myself, I had absolutely no idea about this side of myself. Dressing up in cute clothes, sexy clothes, gothic clothes, or punk clothes—whatever —these were all just fun things I never knew I would have. In the game, it was also fun to be a bit of a slut.
I never knew that after the fucking Drow in the Underdark, this is what would happen.
No, I never knew the randomizer picking a Female race would lead to something like this.
Hell, I did not even know it was a female-only race in the end, really. I really should have done more research into things at the time, but I was also not in the headspace to be doing it. Now, I felt a slight wonder if the game had altered something about myself that I couldn't change back.
"Daddy?" My wonderful Daughter asked, confused, "You went silent, everything okay?"
"Yeah, I was just thinking about your question," I told her honestly, although not going into the depths of it. "I am not completely sure," I continued, "I never really thought about it. I want to say I am just used to Daddy, and I'd like to keep it that way. Keep it simple, stupid, the kiss principle, you know?" I told her, and I saw my Daughter smile. It was one that told me that she had heard me say something a hundred times and was being nice by letting it slide.
"Daddy, we both know I can take more complex things," she replied clearly this time, not letting me walk all over her in this way, and I couldn't help but smile.
"I never called you stupid. I was just saying to keep it simple, but I also feel that is wrong in this case. So honestly, I am not sure, as I am still feeling out how I feel about all of this." I finished with a shrug. "I have not been doing this for that long, so," I let my voice trail off, and I shrugged again, leaning back to take in the frappuccino with a long pull through the straw. It was tasty, and I saw the level of the drink go down as Victoria looked at me in a peculiar way.
"Richelle, are you thinking of just letting her do it her own way? I technically picked your feminine name. You should probably pick a nickname or something that you would like to be called." Victoria suddenly joined in, looking a little more worried now.
"Victoria," I said slowly, feeling slightly annoyed for some reason, "I have not been doing this for long. Why do I have to decide now?" I bluntly asked, and both my Daughter and Victoria blushed with shame, it seemed like.
"I'm sorry," Victoria replied suddenly with an apology, "I should not have pushed. You have taken everything in stride so easily up till now, I just." Her voice trailed off, and her face heated even more. It was extremely erotic and cute as she turned away her long blonde hair, draping her face perfectly.
My Daughter looked between us, and she was flushed with shame and/or embarrassment, too.
"It is okay, just remember, this is new to me just as it is new to you. I am struggling even to understand my own feelings on this, let alone how you all feel about it," I told them bluntly. Both were flushed with embarrassment. "But, I am very happy that you are supporting me in this, even though this was a bit of a bombshell," I finished with a soft smile.
"Daddy," my wonderful Daughter said slowly, "I could be nothing but supportive in whatever you do," She continued, her tone clearly in thought as she talked. She paused for an extra couple of moments before continuing, "When we met, I was dealing drugs to students and teachers while dodging the cops and gangs. That was all in order to fill my stomach and try to carve out a potential future for myself. You saved me from all of that. You adopted me, took care of me, even in my darkest moments, and brought me into a life that is considered a damn fairy tale for the populace. If I could not support you on something like this, then I deserve to die."
When she finished, it was with a conviction I rarely heard from her, and I could not help but smile. I remembered her early days, the constant surprise. The hoarding of food and various other issues. I nipped the drug dealing in the bud really quickly with what was clearly a bribe at the start, and she could not hide her astonishment at the time. My Daughter was quite the seller from what I knew, and her record was clean. I had used some money to look into it, and although the cops suspected her at the time, they did not put her in a database. She was running under the radar.
I liked her spunky attitude and ability to engage with others and look for opportunities. She maintained her grades while also managing her interactions with other students, teachers, and remaining undercover. That was difficult to maintain, and she kept it up for several years. She had left it all behind once I adopted her, and she smiled at me with a bright smile.
The bond we now shared told me she understood exactly what she had received and what I had gotten out of our relationship, and I could not help but smile at her brightly. I shook my head slowly, "You are always allowed to question my decisions, I would never hold my adopting you over your head," I told her honestly.
"And I would not be stupid enough to question such fundamental questions of your own sanity. I have not seen you this happy in a while, although we have only been together for half a decade now." She replied, and I smiled at her.
"I cannot wait for you to be around even longer," I said happily, and she blushed harder, and Victoria coughed as she finished her drink.
"That was a moment, one I was glad to see too," Victoria said, "You are happier though, but I cannot help but wonder more about how you two met."
Gloria blushed a little and nodded, "Well, I never really told anyone, including Daddy, how everything went from my side," my wonderful Daughter said, and I looked at her, surprised, as she was right. I never asked her explicitly, and I shrugged.
"No one will force you," I bluntly told her, and Victoria looked expectantly.
I looked at my Daughter as she seriously contemplated what to do, and she sighed and smiled, "Well, okay, so," and she began.
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