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After the basketball match with President Mike, Kai was enjoying his lunch with his friends.

Zach and the other males who ate with Kai, were very keen on knowing how the blond male was so good at basketball.

As Secretary Kai explained how he used to be in the basketball team when he was in high school, everyone listened with interest.

Some time had passed, and the group of males (plus one cross-dresser) were talking about random things.

Kai soon received a text and the blond male had pulled out his phone to see what the message was.

His cheerful expression disappeared the next instant and a frown soon appeared on Kai's face.

The blond male was quick to snap back to reality before anyone noticed his expression change.

...

Later that day...

Kai was a little absent-minded when he got back to work as he recalled the text message he had received.

The blond male continued to work diligently so it was a given that no one noticed that Kai seemed to be distracted about something.

That was the case until the blond male entered President Levi's office.

"Brat, is something the matter?", Levi asked.

Although Kai had an unreadable expression on his face, Levi felt that something seemed to be off about his secretary.

"No.", Kai responded without hesitation.

'It's not showing on my face, so how did this guy find out?', the blond male thought to himself.

Levi stared at his secretary in silence.

The raven haired male's gut feeling was telling him that the blond male was lying, but Levi didn't push the matter any further and allowed his secretary to leave the room.

Once Kai had left, Levi's steel grey eyes lingered on the closed door for a few seconds before he returned back to his work.

...

Saturday morning...

The reason why Kai's mood seemed to have shifted after receiving the text message was because his mother had asked him to come home for the weekend.

There were several reasons why the blond male didn't want to return home but this will be explained in a little while.

Without any other choice, Kai packed a set of clothes for the weekend before getting the train at around 6 in the morning.

His hometown was in Osaka so the journey from Tokyo (where Kai now lived) to Osaka would take just under 3 hours.

Since his mother had asked him to come for lunch, the blond male had to get the train early so that he'd arrive an hour before lunchtime.

Kai gazed out of the window while being deep in thought.

Kai's P.O.V

You may be surprised to hear that I am still dressed like a man (bindings and everything), so I will shortly explain why that is the case.

Once reaching Osaka station, I looked around in search of my mother who had said that she'd come and pick me up.

I soon spotted a short blonde woman waving her hand at me to get my attention.

Smiling softly to myself, I walked over to her just as she ran the rest of the distance and embraced me in a warm hug.

"I missed you sweetheart.", she spoke softly to me.

My mother is a 49-year-old woman who measures a height of 158 cm.

Despite her age, she looked like she was in her early 30s.

Her beauty hadn't faded a single bit and even as a married woman, she still had the ability to turn men's gazes in her direction.

I've gotten most of my features from my mother, who I would say is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

3rd Person's P.O.V

The older woman had smooth blonde hair that poured out like liquid gold, her skin was as white as snow, her straight nose and petal-like lips gave her the appearance of a living doll.

The only physical difference between Kai and his mother would be the eye colour.

Kai has large amber eyes which held a light shade of a yellow copper tint, whilst Kai's mother had red eyes like the finest rubies.

The two females were practically a split image of each other, if it weren't for Kai's short blond hair and different eye colour.

They were both very beautiful individuals, and so, there was a number of gazes on them.

Even though Kai was dressed like a man, this didn't stop those who were captivated by the pair.

Kai's P.O.V

My mother made no mention about how I was dressed which was a given and she led me to where she had parked the car.

Once having placed my small suitcase into the boot, my mother drove us back to our home.

I sat there in silence while my mother talked about the things that had happened here in Osaka for the past few months while I was away.

After around 45 minutes or so, she parked up onto our driveaway and I stepped out of the car.

'This is it.', I thought as I took my bag from the boot and followed behind my mother who unlocked the front door.

Before even stepping into the house, I heard the familiar voice belonging to my father.

"You're late.", his cold tone could be heard from where he sat in the living room.

"There was traffic on the way.", my mother responded as she removed her coat and hung it up on the coat stand, "Dear, you know it's almost lunchtime, so people will be on the road now.", she said softly.

The tone my mother uses with my father and the tone she uses with me are very different.

"If that insolent son left his house early, then the traffic could have been avoided.", his icy tone didn't change a single bit.

'And there it was.', I thought to myself with an internal sigh, 'Everything is always my fault.', I thought.

Now you may be wondering why my father had just referred to me, his daughter, as his son instead.

Do you remember how I mentioned that I've known Jean for around 13 years and he is unaware of my real identity?

[See beginning of Chapter 7 for this scene.]

And then do you remember how I mentioned that I began to cross-dress long before that?

Well, let's just say that there's a long story behind the reason why I began to cross-dress...and let's just say that this reason involves none other than my father himself.

I'll make this a short version of what had happened.

The story starts off 24 years ago.

Yes, that's right.

This was when I was born.

My father is what you would call, a misogynist.

He is someone who is strongly prejudiced against women and he's been like that for as long as I can remember.

I'm not sure if he became like this because he's the eldest son, in a family of three children (all of whom are males).

Or perhaps he became like this because my grandfather is no better and raised him to think this way.

My father is a lawyer and he has a large firm in Osaka.

He is well-known in the city because of his excellent work and standards.

He met my mother when he was around 24 years old and fell in love with her at first sight.

My mother was 23 at that time and she soon fell in love with my father (I have no idea how she came to love such a man)...but anyways, they married a year later and the following year they had me.

So imagine this...

My father, a 26-year-old now, who has just opened up a law firm and has been getting loads of clients, heard that his wife is pregnant.

Of course, at that time he was extremely happy because he could now have a 'son' who will carry his bloodline.

Because he grew up in a household with two other male siblings, it had never crossed my father's mind that there's a 50% chance that he could have a daughter.

Both my parents didn't want to find out the gender of the child (this being me), so it wasn't until I was born, that my father found out that his wife had given birth to a baby girl.

He became very furious because he did not want a daughter.

My father had wanted a son because not only did he come from a family with sons, but it seems that my father's ancestors only gave birth to males.

If not for the fact that my mother could no longer bear anymore children, I had overheard that my father was planning to send me to an orphanage.

He's a ruthless man, isn't he?

But there's more.

I wasn't born in a hospital because my father wanted to follow his family's tradition where the woman gives birth at home.

So the only people who were present during my birth was my mother (obviously) and a midwife.

Other than my parents, the midwife was the only other individual who knew that I was actually a girl.

Because my father had proudly told his family and his friends that his wife was pregnant with a son, this lie had to be continued so that he could keep his dignity.

And because my father is a lawyer, he had my birth certificate manipulated.

So to the whole world...and by law, I'm actually registered as a male citizen.

Unfortunately, things didn't end there.

I was raised as a boy since birth and not a single soul knew about my identity except for my parents and the midwife.

The midwife was an old woman in her late 50s and my father had her swear to secrecy about my identity.

She had raised me alongside my mother until I was seven, before she passed away due to her heart condition.

Forced to dress like a boy, being addressed as a boy, being taught to act like a boy, you'd think my mother would have spoken out against my father.

But she never.

My father was a very commanding man and unlike his domineering attitude, my mother was somewhat of a delicate woman in front of her husband.

I have to admit that my mother is a very kind and gentle woman but she lacks the ability to speak up and defend herself.

So without my mother sticking up on my side, I was left with no choice but to cross-dress.

You'd think my father's attitude would have eased up after a few years, but it never.

I was to do as he tells me and everything I do must be to the best standard without a single flaw, so I worked really hard to gain his acknowledgement.

Always ranking first in my class and receiving the top grades in my academics.

I then entered one of the elite universities in Japan and came out with the highest degree in my whole year group.

However, my father not once complimented me in any of the achievements that I had received because, in his eyes, my existence actually meant nothing.

So that's the short version of the story.

I didn't start cross-dressing to enter The Underground City company.

I didn't start cross-dressing when I entered high school.

I started cross-dressing since my birth and now 24 years have passed, yet there's still no change.

From this story, I'm sure you can tell that I do not get along well with my father at all.

I left this household around a year ago (and have worked for The Underground City for exactly 10 months now), because of a disagreement I had with my father.

We haven't exactly spoken in a year and the last time I visited Osaka, which was around 8 months ago, my father hadn't been home so it was just me and my mother.

This time, however, I had received a text message from my mother who told me that my father wanted to speak to me.

Now, I'm sure you can understand why I'm not exactly in the best of moods because of everything that my father has done to me.

My father has actually never raised his hand against me so there was no physical abuse to worry about, but he speaks to me (he only ever speaks to me on rare occasions), in a very disrespectful manner.

Even though I had done everything he has ever said, it has never been enough for him.

After a year from leaving this household, I've come home to the same treatment.

3rd Person's P.O.V

Kai remained calm as he entered the household which he despised the most.

Not bothering to glance at the 50-year-old man who sat in the living room with a newspaper in his hands, Kai walked straight past the room and headed upstairs.

"That impudent boy has lost his manners after moving out.", the man muttered under his breath but loud enough for Kai to hear.

Kai rolled his eyes and walked into his old bedroom which was kept the way he had left it a year ago.

The short male shut the bedroom door behind him and released a small sigh.

"Kai, please wash your hands and come down to eat.", Kai's mother called out from the bottom of the staircase.

"Don't spoil that rotten boy.", Kai's father snapped back to his wife.

Kai rolled his eyes and once he got a control over his emotions, the short male made his way to the bathroom to wash his hands and face.

...

Some time later...

The Wright family were eating lunch together in the dining room.

Kai's P.O.V

The atmosphere was heavy in the dining room.

The silence was suffocating to the point where my tastebuds could no longer taste the flavour of the food that I was eating.

My chest tightened, making it hard for me to breathe and I struggled to swallow the content in my mouth.

The presence of my father was enough to create this sort of environment.

"How is work at the village?", the man finally spoke up.

There's one more thing that I forgot to mention.

Before I had moved out, I had told my parents (my mother to be specific) that I had found a teaching job at a school which was situated on the outskirts of the country in a village.

Because this was the outskirts, I was given "permission" to start dressing like a woman.

Of course, this job had been a lie and I had moved to Tokyo while continuing to cross-dress.

"It's going well.", I responded.

No matter what I say, my father will make a comment so I stuck with the short response.

He scoffed at my words.

"It's not like I expect high from you anyways.", the man said.

It was no surprise for me to hear those words so I stayed silent and continued to eat, even though I was finding it hard to do so.

"Such a low paying job is suited for someone like you.", he continued.

What was amusing about this is that my salary at The Underground City exceeds that of what my father earns every month.

But I kept this comment to myself since this man can become very scary when he's angry.

"Well, it's great that I found my perfect job then.", I said as I stood up from the table.

I may keep most comments to myself but that doesn't mean that I'll stop making the sarcastic comments towards the man who has treated me like trash for the past 24 years.

After having moved out, I had stopped wanting to please my father because he will never recognise me.

"You will not use that tone with me!", my father yelled at me.

"What tone?", I played dumb, "The one who's raising the voice right now, is you.", I said with an amused smirk.

This only angered my father more and I watched as his face turn red from rage.

Without waiting to hear what he would say next, I had already walked out of the dining room.

...

A few hours later...

Since I didn't want to stay in the same household as my father, I decided to spend my time outside.

At around 6 PM, I returned home.

"Kai, your father wants to speak with you.", my mother had come to the entrance to meet me at the door.

Sometimes I start wondering if my father will ever directly speak to me or if he'll keep using my mother as a messenger.

If my father is the one who wants to speak to me, why doesn't he approach me himself?

Why do I have to be the one to go to him every single time?

Whether it's a small matter or a big matter, does this man not have the slightest bit of respect for me?

With a small sigh, I followed my mum who led me to the living room.

'What is it that I have done this time?', I thought to myself, since my father has a tendency of only calling out to me to tell me off.

Once I entered the living room, my father didn't even glance at me and continued to read the files that were in his hands.

It wasn't until my mother had tapped his shoulder that he finally set the papers on the sofa beside him before looking at me.

My father soon pulled out an envelope from the pile that was next to him and slid it across the coffee table towards me.

Knowing that it was a signal for me to take it, I picked it up and opened it to find a photograph inside.

It was a photograph of a man whom I've never seen before.

'What's this?', I thought to myself.

"You will be betrothed to him next weekend.", my father said those words simply as if it were a statement rather than a question.

'So this is what he had called me for?', I thought as I finally realised why he had suddenly wanted me to come home for the weekend.

It wasn't because he wanted to apologise for the argument that made me move out of the house.

"Your situation will be explained and you will marry this man abroad, taking on the identity of a woman.", my father continued, "You are not to return back to Japan unless it is an emergency.", he said.

"Ha!", I scoffed, "Is this your colleague's son or a business man's son?", I have had enough.

My father would treat me like trash for 24 years and yet still expects me to do everything he says.

I watched him frown at my words.

Although I'm sarcastic from time to time, I've actually never spoken to him in this manner before.

Both my father and my mother were surprised, but that didn't stop me from continuing.

"What do you take me for?", I asked.

I had scrunched up the photograph and threw it at my father's feet.

"You know when I was coming here, I was thinking that I might be lenient and let what happened last time to slide.", I began, "But it looks like you will never learn.", I said.

My father glared at me for speaking back to him like this but I no longer cared about this intimidating man.

"Kai-", I cut my mother off.

She was no better.

My mother had watched everything that her husband had put me through and had never done anything to help me.

"I've had enough.", I said, "Don't treat me as if I'm your puppet.", I said.

Every single day of these 24 years, I just wanted you to take me as your child, not as a son but as a daughter.

But whatever I did, it was never enough for you and you always picked out the faults in the things I did.

You would blame me for things that wasn't even my fault and now you expect me to marry some random stranger because you said so?

No.

Enough is enough.

"After 24 years, you expect me to drop this disguise just because you said so?", I asked, "It was 24 years of fucking torture and now you want me to change because you want to marry me off to a random stranger?", I said.

"Mind your language!", his tone was cold but this no longer frightened me like it used to.

"No.", I said bluntly, "You wanted me to dress like a man because you didn't want a daughter, now you want me to dress like a woman because you have to marry me off to a man.", I said, "Can you not see what you are doing right now?", I asked.

"This was for your own good!", my father snapped back, "If you went out to society as a woman, do you really think you would have gotten this far?!", he raised his voice.

"I got this far because I'm a woman!", I snapped back at him, "Don't you dare degrade me when it was you who dictated these rules.", I said, "Because you didn't want a daughter...because you thought you'd lose your pride if everyone found out that you have a daughter.", I said.

"I will not allow you to speak to me in such an ill-mannered tone!", he yelled.

"And I will not allow you to manipulate me however you want.", I said calmly, "You had me put on this disguise so, this time, I will decide when to take it off.", I said, "I will never marry this man or any other men you bring, so keep whatever pride you have left because next time I will not sit quietly and listen to your orders.", with that I walked out of the living room and headed upstairs.

I could hear my father yelling insults at me from downstairs but I didn't care.

I hadn't unpacked my suitcase since I had arrived, so this made it easier for me to just take my things and head out of the house.

"And one more thing.", I added.

My father's face had turned red from fury as he glared at me while my mother helplessly stood beside her husband in silence.

"I don't work as a teacher and I most certainly do not live in the outskirts.", I said, "I've actually moved to Tokyo and have found a job at one of the top companies in the country.", I said with an amused smirk as my father was seething at the truth which I had just revealed, "I do hope that I don't run into one of your colleagues while I'm there, because it'd be a shame if they find out that the eldest son of the Wright family actually has a daughter.", I said sarcastically before walking away.

"If you step out of this household, I will disown you.", there was a deathly tone to my father's voice.

I paused at the door with my back to him.

"You've already disowned me 24 years ago.", I said before walking out of the house.

The moment you had changed my gender on my birth certificate, I was never your child...I was never your daughter.

I hired a taxi to drive me to the train station.

Because the next train that would go to Tokyo would arrive in 2 hours, I had no choice but to wait at the station.

I sat down on one of the benches and buried my face in my hands as I released a small sigh.

Even though my father had treated me so poorly my whole life, his words still stung my heart.

However, no tears came to my eyes, I just felt a little disappointed that my father hadn't changed even after 24 years.

'You are a shameless man.', I thought to myself.