Taboos. I’ve broken too many of them –having sex with fourteen year old girls, two of them now. Haley was just a few days past fourteen when we we...t to bed together for the first time. And now Deena... Double hell. Deena’s my daughter. Has been for all her fourteen years. For those fourteen years I’ve been ‘Daddy’ and now ‘Dad’, even though at the time of her mom’s impregnation, that woman was not being particularly wifely. I sometimes harbored the idea that maybe Deena wasn’t genetically mine,. I took off my pajamas and put on the clothes she hadgiven me - a white t-shirt, a plain white sports bra, a pair of whitepanties and a pair of blue jeans, woman's cut, but didn't look likegirl's jeans. This was a relief. I thought she would try to put me insome over exaggerated excuse for a dress and bloody heels. Bloody. Damn!"Help?" I called out, and she quickly entered."Oh. You don't know how to use one." I nodded. "It's as easy as..."So, 5 minutes later, I was clothed and... plugged, let's. It was better than knowing the truth. Now thats some truth.“If you guys will excuse me, I want to go and lie down.” Tristan said standing up.“Sure you’re alright Honey?” His mother asked, sounding worried. She had intentionally delayed lunch so that Tristan would join them."I'm great mum."And with that, Tristan went up to his room, stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself. Did he look any different? He did feel different. For one, he had an odd feeling inside his chest. He didn’t know. My resentment at whatI saw as a lifetime of turmoil festered just beneath the surface, allfocused on one person. There was no way that I could ever forgive himfor what he had done, but I had an obligation to my parents, so I beganto get dressed. The suit was actually a straight tan skirt with a brownjacket and a white top. I wore the white heels and white jewelry, usinga very light red lipstick to accent the demure look I wanted to convey.After adding some perfume I changed to a white purse,.