When daddy's little girl had to go away with mommy, she didn't think much of it. 

Daddy's little girl was still loved by everyone, she was still happy.

She still got to see her daddy a lot.

But then things changed.

 

Fast forward to fifth grade.

Daddy's little girl was going through her awkward stage.

When her chest started to develop she began to change. 

She was a girl but didn't want to be a girl.

She always played with the boys.

She ran away from girls with cooties. 

She was one of the guys.

But when she looked in the mirror she hated her body.

 

Fast forward to high school.

Daddy's little girl can barely remember to call.

She can barely remember anything with all the stress.

She still hates her body even more now.

Mirror, mirror please tell her why she feels so "wrong"...? 

 

One day Daddy's little girl stumbles upon a story.

It was between two people of the same sex.

She's disgusted but intrigued and the girl's thoughts began to race,

Questions and doubts begin to pop up.

The internet is such a great thing. 

With the information at her fingertips, the girl ventures into the unknown.

She scrolls through labels upon labels, reading story after story.

 

Pause.

Things start to click.

Daddy's little girl realizes the reason she is uncomfortable.

Boy? Girl? Heterosexual? Homosexual?

These are right but wrong at the same time.

Daddy's little girl isn't just a girl.

Daddy's little girl doesn't only like boys.

 

Fast forward to the present.

Daddy's little girl is comfortable, or more comfortable than she's ever been.

So much stress is gone.

She's just sent in college applications.

She had just put her preferred name down.

Lee.

It sounds wonderful.

Finally, Daddy's little girl is also Daddy's little boy.

And that, in itself, is something to be happy about.