Page 53 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
He turned toward the gathering crowd, matching my stance. “You picked a good night to come. Ethan, the app’s founder, is here to observe.”
“Is he . . . ?” My cheeks heated as I let my voice trail off.
Oliver chuckled, shaking his head. “No, he’s not trans. But he’s the coolest guy, and he actually does Dom training for those looking for help.” He eyed me, and I shifted my weight under his gaze. “I can give you his information if you’re interested.”
My face was turning even more red, and I stared down at my boots. “I don’t . . . I’m not—”
He waved in the air between us. “No pressure, man; sorry to put you on the spot. But something tells me this is all new to you?” He nodded toward where everyone was starting to find their seats.
“Again, am I that obvious?”
He laughed, a deep throaty guffaw that reverberated around the room. “Not at all! I’m just pretty good at reading people.” He stepped away from the table, clapping me on the back. “We’re about to start—find me afterward if you have any questions, okay?”
I nodded then went to find a seat. That was an easy promise.
Turned out, the man I’d eyed next to Oliver when I walked in was our enigmatic leader, Ethan Fox. He spoke briefly after Oliver started the meeting, introducing himself and the app, explaining he was only here to say hello, to make sure his app and the meetups were meeting everyone’s needs. Then he left the room, promising to return at the end to answer any questions. I appreciated that he was giving us our space.
Oliver took over then, going over the group rules, which included confidentiality of both member identities and anything discussed tonight and reminders to treat one another with kindness and respect. Then he opened the floor for comments and questions.
I was enthralled. One after the other, the trans men in the room opened up about their lives, about being transgender, about their transitions . . . and about their interest in Daddy kink, asking questions about situations they were in or hypothetical scenarios. I learned so much in that hour and a half, more so than I’d learned on any website.
These men were just like me, someone who’d thought they were a single exception to an extremely cisgender-normative rule. Though some of the men here had or were looking for girls or non-binary folx, some desired a boy, like me. No matter theirrelationship status, all were respectful, asking questions with a clear desire to be better for their subs.
This was where I belonged.
The meeting wrapped up, and I wasn’t brave enough to do more than introduce myself, my current orientation, and my relationship status—currently seeing someone non-exclusively and looking for a permanent, monogamous boy—to the group, but I definitely had questions. So I stayed seated, playing on my phone while I waited for Oliver to finish talking with another Daddy who’d stayed behind.
“Hi. Sam, right?”
I glanced up at the hand extended to me and offered my own. “Yes, I’m Sam. You’re Ethan?”
He smiled, a thousand-watt smile that lit up the room, as he dropped to the seat next to me. “Yes. Thanks for coming. Is this your first time?”
I grinned, much more at ease than a couple of hours ago when I’d first shown up. “Yes. I love your app, and it and your company have really helped me as I’ve explored what it means to be a Daddy. It’s . . . a fairly new revelation for me.”
Ethan clicked his tongue. “It’s a big thing to discover about yourself.”
Tucking my phone in my pocket, I nodded. “Oh, yeah. I only discovered I was trans about a year ago, and the Daddy thing happened not long after that. Suffice to say, it’s been a crazy year.”
Ethan chuckled. “I can imagine.”
I leaned back in my chair, resting my ankle on the opposite knee. “This was really great, honestly. I learned so much from all these guys. Thanks for setting these up.”
He was quiet for a moment, so my eyes wandered over to Oliver, who was still chatting away. “You know, we have otherkinds of meetups, too, some more like munches for those in the lifestyle. Would you be interested in coming to one of those?”
“Oh? What would that entail?”
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “They’re much more casual than this, more like hanging out. We have one coming up next week, actually. We meet at a gay bar in Capitol Hill. We’re both Daddies and boys, and I think you’d fit in well.”
“We?”
Ethan smiled. “It’s the group I personally attend, and the other guys who come are all great people. There are five of us who come regularly, and a few others who come when their schedules allow. But we’d love to have you.”
I bit my lip, considering it.
“No pressure at all, but if you’re interested, we’re meeting at Mix It Up at eight this Tuesday night.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. “You can text me anytime if you have any questions. Like I mentioned tonight, I train Doms and Daddies personally, so if you’re ever interested in that or just want to come on Tuesday, let me know.”
As I took the card from him and slid it into my pocket, I considered it. Did I want to go? Should I? I was new to this lifestyle, but Ethan and Oliver were really nice and seemed legit. Maybe this would be a way to connect with other like-minded people, make some friends.
