Vincent was still not used to how men looked at him at the gym. Even after ten years, he was still Abbie’s dad and felt protective of her—despite being her. He went to the gym because he felt it was important to keep himself fit, just like he had done for years in his own body.
Adjusting to life as his own daughter was difficult. The early days were hard for him, mostly because it was painful to see Abbie so upset. She had lost more than he had—she had lost her youth and missed out on so much. But like him, she did the best she could and eventually adjusted.
“Hey sweetheart! You fancy a drink after?” said one of the asshole guys who had been staring at him since he came in. Vincent replied the same way every time:
“No thanks—my dad wouldn’t approve.”
Which was true. None of these guys were good enough for his daughter.
That was the part he found the most difficult to deal with. For the last ten years, he had lived in a young female body—one that had its own urges. Vincent had discussed this with his daughter, and there was a mutual understanding: if they wanted to move on and enjoy life, they would have to treat these bodies as their own.
So yes, Vincent had dated over the last ten years, but despite a couple of men, no one had ever really been good enough. It was probably because, as a father, he could never truly come to terms with what he was doing in his daughter’s body.
But Vincent knew, deep down, that it was impossible to ever truly accept he was Abbie now. He was her father—and it was just too hard not to feel bad for the daughter he had taken so much from he booked the holiday all those years ago and felt responsible for what had happen to his family and he had to live with that the best he could.
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