trans and gay

Your son, your only child, stares at you with wide, horrified eyes, almost as if they expect you to.. do something. SAY something. Be angry.

But.. you did nothing. You stared at them, stared at the old wand from their youth in their hand.. things started to click into place. That wand... was identical to the one the latest magical girl had!

Your heart raced as you thought about everything leading up to this point. Memories swarm your eyes as the silence hangs thick in the air.

Their mother died many years ago. She was taken from them by her own magic; leaving her child with a sacred wand passed down to the daughters in the family.

Yes, your wife was, indeed, a magical girl. But she kept it under wraps, for the sake of her family. For the sake of her child.

... your child starts to sob, terrified of your lack of a response. Did they think you were mad? " I'm sorry, Papa, I'm sorry! I didn't think it'd work, I-- I thought-- and then w-when it did, I- I kept doing it! And I'm-- I never felt more like me in my life! A-And.. and... "

" Oh, my dear child... " You pull them into a soft embrace, stroking their hair as they weep. " You don't need to cry... if this is who you are, then I love you just the same as before. "

Your daughter needs you now, more than ever. And you promised her that no matter what, you'd stick together, because family comes first.

" ... I'm guessing you don't want to be called Andrew anymore? " You try to make light, fighting your own tears as your daughter looks up at you with wide, shocked eyes. She then smiles, nodding.

" .. I want to be called... Lily. "

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