At 22 I Never Dreamt I'd Be Here, But Here I Am A Mrs.

All in I attended Lesbian U and my post grad at Lesbian School of Economics. Armed with my MBA I landed a job at a first teer consulting outfit. As part of an all lesbian team, our focus was DEI and other pet projects. From 2016 to 2021 we had an inexhaustive client base. But for me 2022 was the year I got pregnant. Not something I had plans for.

The Mr. in the equation was opposed to allowing me 'my body', overridden by 'my sperm, bitch'. I had run head on into 'my Daddy'. Our bank account was his money, our house was his house, our child was his child. What with being on long term maternity leave I never returned to work. I became homebound.

I resisted as long as I could before giving up my independence, and my name went with it. I got married in a religious service, in a church, and my father gave me away. White wedding gown, three bridesmaids and my best friend maid of honor.

My previously all inclusive lesbian work group held a mock funeral, as I transitioned to straight and took the arm of my Daddy.

Frankly I cannot for the life of me recall how I let him on me, and let his sperm have time enough time to fertilize me. Why I called him, and not one of my supportive friends is another mystery, why I started calling him Daddy once the OB confirmed I was PG. Giving up my job was easy, with an infant in my arms and on the tit I wasn't going back, no how.

I'm a sellout. I don't vote because I can't vote like I used to. Pushing thirty two and contemplating Daddy putting another one in me, I now call myself his name and go to mother's day out so I can lunch with my mother and sister.