I Found My Dad Is a Crossdresser

Chapter 31: Pandora’s

Translator: Doris

An update: my dad was a devil.

How do I put it, I gotta start with the beginning of this post.

You who had been reading posts these two months may know that there was still a problem bothering me, which was, how much this post had exposed my life in reality.

At first I often stressed that the identity of my dad as a crossdresser and the description of his character were not completely consistent with that in reality, even if I had told you heaps of details, those were all actually not exactly what had happened.

In other words, the character I mentioned in my post was not that we cosed in reality.

And that event happened in the circle was also embellished.

After all, the world was so small, let alone the circle. If I told you guys in full detail, the identity of my dad and I would be exposed from the very beginning.

Of course, I knew as for those who were familiar with the cosplay and the circle in China, the more I tried to hide the identity of my dad, the more my dad would be exposed.

However, for the outsiders of the circle, it was impossible to find the real identity of my dad.

In addition, the forum I chose to update my post was barely connected to the circle.

Therefore, I didn’t stir any trouble due to this post.

So, I was still satisfied with this state now.

Originally, I thought that I should find a chance to end this post, because the problem puzzling me at first and the relationship between me and my dad had been fixed... However, I had never expected that my dad struck a deadly blow to me!

This morning, I woke up, trying to welcome a sunny day, when I heard people came to my house , I meant, his house.

According to the voice, there were Ms. XXXX, A and B, and two cosers who should have been friends of Ms. XXXX. With the exception of those two cosers, everyone else had known the relationship between me and my dad.

—And they helped! [smile][smile][smile]

So I went out without shyness.

It was 9:30 in the morning.

Well, it was getting late for people to go to work. I was sure that my dad didn’t want to go to work “once again”, so he asked them to come home for a meeting.

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—After coming back from Japan, he often didn’t go to company in the morning. As for the reason, that was not PG ;)!

I was gonna go out for breakfast, while they were holding their meeting. So we would not disturb each other.

But as they were talking, I heard something strange.

For example, “We don’t need to worry about this part, because Baobao will help promote”, “It doesn’t matter how wide the coverage is. As long as someone knows it, then it could be passed from mouth to mouth” and “Yes yes, the more hidden it was, the more it could arouse the audience’s desire to explore.”

At that time, I didn’t associate what they were talking about with anything else. However, having heared that they spoke of me, I seemed to feel something.

So I approached them with curiosity.

I didn’t know if it was my illusion, because they immediately changed the topic when they noticed me. Ms. XXXX knocked the iPad on table and said: “let’s discuss this part again, I think... ”

Then they all followed her words to continue their discussion.

In this way, even if I didn’t think too much before, I felt it suspicious now.

So I sat next to my dad with a bottle of milk. My dad seemed to be the most normal one among them and didn’t feel unnatural due to deliberately changing the subject.

After sitting for a while, A suddenly said, “XX, don’t sit next to your dad with your long white legs revealing and disturb his work.”

...Were you kidding me? My pajamas was long enough to cover my knees!

Listening to it, my dad turned to me and played along: “Be a good boy. Eat your breakfast in the dining room.”

And everyone else looked at me with an meaningful look saying “go there please”.

I felt there was a big conspiracy going on among them.

Of course I couldn’t leave.

I pretended to nod and left.

When they felt relieved and went on the meeting, I took the iPad away from the table.

I heard clearly that, the moment when I took it away, some of them were so frightened that they gasped.

Well, my dad said, “Never mind. Let him see it.”

So no one stopped me.

As a result, I saw the following captions in the publicity section of this programme:

“The publicity through the post written by XX (my name)—uncontrollable, to be determined.”

That may be one of the moments in my life when I hoped to hide myself.... These words included too much information. When I was holding iPad and turning my back to them, two conclusions were drawn.

First, all of them knew this post.

Second, they tried to regard this post as a channel of promoting the project.

So here came the question.

When did they find this post? Who was the first that has found it? When did my dad know that? To what extent is this post used?

And, among these comments, which ones were written by them?

[smile][smile][smile]

With regard to the questions raised above, my dad had made his explanation except the last one.

Something was beyond my imagination.

First, it was my dad who first found this post.

I thought my dad was too busy to have time playing with his cell phone. However, I underestimated his attention to me. He would watch me playing the phone!

Did you remember that? One day his childhood friend came to China, and I updated a post in his car and took a picture of them which couldn’t be recognized except themselves.

At that time, he found it.

So I had to warn you not to play with your cell phone in front of your parents.

Second, when did the others know?

It was about the time when Ms. XXXX met me, that was, when there were some gossips about my dad’s identity.

According to my dad, he knew that his identity would be exposed sooner or later. So he was ready to deal with it, that was, to turn this matter into the booster in the future.

A few days ago, I told you that people in the circle would know what the gimmick was soon.

Now, his project had begun to operate online, so I didn’t have to conceal it any more.

In short, from the moment his identity was gossiped, he had kept the matter as a marketing point, which he would use one day.

As for this post, it was not completely safe at that time. There were still some cosers reading my post. Then this post was known by Ms. XXXX. With analyzing the post, she could probably be sure who the author was.

Then, they thought it was interesting!

So, they not only did not tell me or stop me, but also told this matter to others in order to create a “sense of security” for me.

...What the hell?

Third, about the utilization of this post.

In short, they did not let me know that I had been exposed. Then I could continue to update this post innocently and shamelessly.

His original words were: “We do not interfere with you, so you can write it naturally and write everything as you like. If there is something useful, I will... use a bit of it.”

Were you kidding me?

He was a demon!

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You asked me why I continued to update.

Because, I should expose their conspiracy!

Things which had happened couldn’t be changed. Or should I delete the post?

Besides, didn’t you want to see the happy ending of the relationship between me and my dad?

If I deleted this post, it was not a complete story.

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You asked me whether I was angry.

Of course I was angry, but I was fine now.

We had talked a lot about this matter over the past two days. I was not as fastidious as he was. Instead, I could take all the consequences and was not afraid of them.

After calming down, all the shame had appeased, and I didn’t mind it that much.

At present, some of you had known who I was, but others didn’t. That didn’t matter.

If you wanted to gossip about this matter in the circle, you could do it as you liked.

As for those, who were outsiders, wanted to know the story of me and my dad, you could read my post.

And I would continue to share my daily life with my dad.

However, if my dad was going to do marketing with my post... No, I refused. They could no longer take the initiative to manipulate the influence of my post, otherwise, I would really “kill”him!

[How interesting]

PS: I was so manly now, so were you sure that you would regard me as the bottom in your fan fictions? Wake up!