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“Dad, there’s no milk in the fridge. Did you buy some separately?”

Early in the morning, Dayoung opened the bedroom door wide and said.

“Mmm….”

I groggily got up, barely able to gather my thoughts.

“Hmm… meow meow meow!!!”

Stretching out my body and yawning, I loosened up my stiff body.

“Yawn!! Dad!”

*Click!*

Why is this kid making such a fuss from the morning again?

“Why don’t you look at this! Be a bit more discreet! Okay?”

Saying that, Dayoung handed me her phone.

It was a picture of me stretching. It had been over two months since I transformed like this. It wouldn’t be strange to say that I had now adapted to my current appearance.

With arms raised, one arm wrapped around the elbow of the other, pushing my chest forward with all my might. Moreover, the slip dress I was wearing had ridden up, revealing my panties.

Starting from the ample H-cup breasts stretched out in front, a beautiful curve continued down the firm hourglass-shaped hips, smoothly sliding down the slender thighs, extending all the way to the elongated toes, truly drawing celestial curves.

If I were still a man, I would have been aroused immediately upon seeing this picture. It was a photo filled with such tremendous destructive power.

“Hehe, it’s pretty.”

Seeing something beautiful makes me feel good. Starting the day by looking at such beauty, it seemed like today would be a good day.

“Oh, well… it’s pretty, but anyway! What if Davin had opened the door first and woke you up! Be careful.”

Indeed, for Davin, who was at an age where interest in sexuality was growing, this provocative appearance was too much.

“Sorry. But… how do you even manage your sleep habits?”

I had always had some nasty sleeping habits. Even though I went to bed covered with a blanket, I would kick it off while sleeping, leading to frequent colds in winter. After marrying, I had lived with my wife for a dozen years, and those habits had improved somewhat, but they returned like a ghost after she was gone. It wasn’t because of snoring due to changes in body structure.

Dayoung seemed to sense the reason in my words and just mumbled without continuing.

“Get up quickly. I’m hungry.”

At Dayoung’s urging, I got up from bed and went into the small dressing room attached to the bedroom. I threw off the slip dress and took out a bra and sleeveless dress from the wardrobe.

Initially, the dress looked too revealing and felt empty between my legs, so I was very hesitant about it. But now, having adapted, I felt a strange sensation realizing that I was wearing it without any concern.

But what can you do? Most importantly, it’s comfortable and cool.

Putting on pants involves lifting your leg, balancing your weight, and fitting your leg all the way to the end of the hole, but with a dress, you simply take it off like a T-shirt and put it on feeling like wearing a long T-shirt, making it easy to change clothes.

Once you overcome the initial embarrassment and unfamiliarity, nothing could be more comfortable than this. Plus, the increasing fabric provided comfort.

And what about the slip dress? Just a few weeks ago, wasn’t my everyday home attire a running shirt and dolphin shorts? Dayoung used to go crazy when I walked around without a bra due to discomfort, but now she doesn’t nag about it. Besides, the slip dress comes with breast pads attached.

In other words, it’s a perfect nightwear for both me and Dayoung, free from nagging. That’s what it is.

Anyway, I put on my clothes, braided my hair to one side, and headed from the living room to the kitchen. As I was changing my clothes, I saw Dayoung waking up Davin, and for some reason, a proud smile crept onto my face.

“Dayoung, help Dad out, and Davin, hurry up and wash.”

Since we decided to make pancakes this morning, I asked Dayoung to make the batter.

“Dad, we’re out of milk?”

I vaguely remembered hearing that there was no milk when someone came in to wake me up in the morning. I had forgotten about it in my drowsiness, but when I looked in the fridge, there really was no milk. In fact, there were overall very few ingredients. Eggs, vegetables, beverages including milk, and various others.

Well, looks like we need to go to the market today.

I instructed to use water instead of milk in the cake batter and quickly changed the menu. Sweet and fluffy pancakes with fruits and syrup, served lumberjack style with bacon, sausages, and fried eggs. A menu popularized by Chef Baek in Korea. In fact, if you replace pancakes with bread, it’s just like American Black Forest.

I quickly took out the sausages and bacon from the fridge, cooked them, placed them on plates, received the pancake batter made by Dayoung, and cooked the pancakes. Then I fried the eggs and served them on each plate.

Interestingly, all three members of our family had different preferences when it came to eggs. I liked sunny-side-up, meaning I preferred them undercooked, Dayoung liked them half-cooked, and Davin liked them fully cooked. Doesn’t like the distinctive bitterness of the yolk? That’s quite similar to my ex-wife.

Anyway, the fruits I had taken out for toppings were turned into drinks since we were out of milk, and they were placed on the table along with the breakfast.

“Kids, come and have breakfast.”

Dayoung, who was getting ready for school in her room after finishing the batter, and Davin, who had just finished washing and changing clothes, both responded to my call and gathered in the kitchen.

“Hmm, smells good. Breakfast made by Dad always tastes the best.”

As Davin entered the kitchen and said so, Dayoung, who followed behind, teased him.

“It hasn’t even touched your lips yet, how can you say it’s delicious already? Well… Dad’s food is indeed tasty, but…”

My daughter, always consistent in her remarks.

“There’s no milk today, so the pancakes might be a bit tough. That’s why I originally planned to make fruit pancakes but changed it hastily. Instead, I made fruit juice, so please have plenty.”

Our family’s breakfast began with my explanation.

Although our household had its ups and downs, I wanted to support it somehow, which is why I felt strongly about taking care of breakfast myself. Nowadays, there was a trend towards letting children decide more autonomously, with Dayoung preferring to study at home rather than stay at school, and Davin, still a middle school student, eating dinner together but that might change once I return to work.

That’s why I cherished these breakfast moments now. When I had a wife, I was too busy with my work to eat breakfast together. I didn’t even realize the preciousness of such times.

“Are you going to school with Eunbi again today? You haven’t reconciled with Ji-hye yet?”

Through these moments, I learned more about Dayoung’s relationships.

“Dad, Seungyoon wants to come over to our house on Saturday, is that okay?”

“Sure. What should I make? Is there something he likes?”

“Well… I like Dad’s bulgogi, so I’ll ask Seungyoon too.”

I got to know more about Davin’s favorite foods and preferences as well.

Well, it’s the kind of loyalty that makes you think it’s family. To realize this after having children and 17 years have passed. I wonder what I’ve been doing all this time.

“Well, anyway. Let’s all work hard in our own places today too. And have fun! Let’s spend the day. Fighting, our family!”

After finishing the meal and seeing the kids off, I shouted like that.

“Dad is really cool.”

Dayoung scoffed but struck a fighting pose.

“Th… Fi, Fighting.”

Dabin timidly cheered “Fighting” and left the house.

“Well, should I start the day energetically too?”

To do that, first, as usual, I put my laptop in my bag, put on a cardigan, and was about to leave the house when a sudden realization hit me.

“Oh, didn’t I decide to go to the market today?”

Putting the laptop bag back in its place, I went back to the kitchen once again and opened the refrigerator. Making a list of what to buy is the first step to prevent overspending.

“Eggs, milk, drinks, ham and sausages, a little fruit. And… cucumbers, carrots, green onions? Oh, the soybean paste is also out? Hmm… I guess I’ll have to order delicious soybean paste from the internet.”

The soybean paste from large brands lacks the deep flavor of freshly ground ones, so I think handmade soybean paste by a master or by hand would be better.

Oh, right.

I remembered something and took out my phone to make a call somewhere.

-Ring ring.

“Oh, Mom. It’s me.”

“Huh? Who’s this?”

“Mom, Do-hyun.”

“Huh? Oh, right. Our Do-hyun became a girl, right.”

“Hahaha, I’m still not used to it.”

It’s a bit embarrassing to speak informally to my mom at 39 years old, but well, what can I do, that’s how our relationship has always been.

“Hey, if your body is like that, know that parents worry, so call often. What happened to the kid? Huh?”

And then the nagging begins. Ah, even one daughter nagging at me is enough.

Still, knowing it’s a sign of her happiness, I listened to the nagging for a while.

“Mom, do we have any soybean paste at home?”

Since we live in the countryside, making soybean paste ourselves was an annual event. Even after getting married, I had been eating my mom’s soybean paste for a long time, but since my relationship with my ex-wife soured and she avoided contact with my mom after I came out, I couldn’t do that anymore.

“Oh, we do. We have plenty. Why, do you want me to send some?”

“Yeah. My soybean paste ran out today, and I was thinking of buying some, but then I remembered what you made. And Da-young really loves your soybean paste, right?”

“Oh, then I should send some. My child wants to eat it. Hehehe.”

Mom asked about Da-young’s well-being with a pleased smile.

“She’s doing well. She’s doing so well that she’s being picky these days. Every day is full of nagging. Sigh.”

“Oh, that’s just her nagging because she worries about you smelling like a widower at your age. Don’t take it too seriously. Isn’t she just thinking about her father?”

“Mom, there’s no way I’d smell like a widower now.”

In fact, I’m emitting so many pheromones that it’s becoming a problem.

“Oh, is that so? Anyway, how’s Dabin doing?”

After Da-young’s story ends, it’s Dabin’s turn. Honestly, Da-young is the first-born in our house, and although she’s prettier than Dabin, Dabin is also a handful.

“He’s doing well. Okay then. When the kids are on vacation, I’ll visit before I return to work.”

“Sure, when my babies come down after a long time, we should eat lots of good food. You too, right? Make sure the kid eats well and comes back. Hey.”

After my transformation, for about two weeks, my mom took care of me carefully. If she hadn’t done that, I might have had a really hard time finding mental stability.

“Yes, yes. Anyway, I’ll definitely send the soybean paste and contact you again.”

“Sure. Go ahead.”

After hanging up the phone, he crossed out the soybean paste from the shopping list, checked off the remaining items, grabbed his snapback, and left the house.

He started the car and drove towards the parking lot, then began driving to the store.