No doubt in your heart, you are a woman, but while your daughter accepts you as a woman, in her heart you're still her father. What a great combination. I'd be on a high myself.

I know that my oldest has always had a bit of a problem dealing with my femme side. A year ago an unfortunate series of events led us to take her in at forty-three on a temporary basis. Since my oldest has had a rocky life in which she's had a hard time dealing with things, my wife always want's me to be as masculine as I can around her. On her second night with us I got up to go to work and did my usual morning routine thinking she wouldn't be up nearly that early. Long story short, she caught me wandering around the kitchen in a half-slip (waist slip in UK English) bra and panties. I excused myself and slipped on a robe. That night I talked to her and apologized for not being more careful and discovered she had mature to a point where she could deal with my feminine expression. I had always before dreaded her coming over because it meant I'd have to rein in my femme self.

As a result of that talk I was able to go ahead and express myself as I usually do. She even agree to go out with me to a local park and take some pictures for me. The one attached is one she took. Acceptance from family is a wonderful thing.