Tammy's Diary - Part 2

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I am warning you, Miss Diary, what will follow after this is going to be extremely horrifying. You know Miss Diary, earlier I told you that this would be the best birthday of my life. But the truth is that this will turn out to be the worst nightmare of my life.

I was describing the worst nightmare, and guess who was standing in the doorway? It was none other than my crazy Dad. I looked at him; his smile reminded me of the Joker from the Batman movie; I called to the evil smile or the smile before the tsunami. What had brought him here today? I am sure that he just came to spoil my party because he always spoils everything. Thanks to the makeover and dress, no one today can tell that I was not a girl. Honestly, I looked pretty good. I am sure he will hate me if I'm a girl. In that case, I should ask God to kill me, or I could have my father do the job.

The moment he stepped into the house, he was looking around, not even looking at me. Then he asked my mom about the girl, why she was cutting the cake, and where their son was. Mom didn't utter a word, then he shouted my name and asked where I was and why I was hiding. It made me wonder if he was just humiliating me out of sheer spite, or was he doing it for some other purpose. There could have been one reason; I guess he might be blind; since I stood next to him, he couldn't recognize me despite it having only been six months since we'd seen each other. Despite the fact that I'm writing this now, I was very nervous at the time; perhaps I had peed in my pants.

Where was I? He was asking everyone. Nobody answered him. I noticed his face became red with anger when I looked at him after witnessing that no one replied. I saw him walk over to Mom and shout at her. Apparently, he wanted to know where mom had disguised me. Sam's father interjected and urged him to calm down as he threatened Mom. My Dad asked Sam's Dad where I was, and he calmly replied that I was standing beside him. Looking at me, he said, "Is this a joke?" and asked me why I was dressed like a girl.

He asked me again, and I didn't reply since I really didn't feel like answering him. However, Sam's Dad did tell him that he is not your son, but he can call me Tammy, and I am her lovely daughter, not the son he expected. After hearing Sam's father, Dad's face grew even redder. He yelled at Sam's Dad; who the hell was he to decide about his son? Grabbing me tightly, he examined me carefully. In a flash, Vince appeared from nowhere and smacked Dad's hand violently, warning him that if he ever hurt me again, things would not end well.

When you compare Dad with Vince, miss dairy, they are both the same height, but Vince is a little more muscular than my Dad. He was sixteen, but he looked like an eighteen-year-old. Hopefully, he won't try to mess with him; he can expect a lot of trouble if he does.

Vince's blow must have caused a lot of pain to Dad. Following this, Dad runs over to Vince and grabs his collar with both hands. There was no reaction from Vince, and he did not even move. "How dare you," Dad yelled. Vince replied. Sir, please keep your hands off of me. Trying to be cool, Dad said no. Vince politely requests Dad to remove his hands. But Dad said he would beat him up. Almost everyone was telling him to stop his antics. Sam's Dad warned him that if he didn't stop this manic behavior, he'd call the police.

Dad removes his hand from Vince's collar as he rubs his shirt. And apologized to Vince. But he didn't look at mom or me and ranged directly upstairs. Honestly, I don't know why my Dad came to my party, Miss Diary. He ruined an otherwise wonderful day; it really irks me. I wish Vince had beaten him up rather than letting him go. Our moods were off. Vince walked in and held my hand; Sam and Cindy hugged me as I was crying and said not to worry; Sam's Dad suggested I stay with them for a few days while he explained to my Dad what had happened.

I again saw Dad walk towards me, following the party. Vince stood in front of me, trying to protect me, then my mother, aunt, and everyone else at the party surrounded me. Dad said, "Chill out, guys; I won't do anything." He said he didn't expect his son to be his daughter now; how would he react? No one had informed him. Yes, I overreacted, but what I had done was wrong. He also said sorry to everyone and came towards me, but Vince was not allowing Dad to pass by, but I said, it's ok, let him come. Then he kissed me on the cheek and apologized for not being there for me all these months. Like a good girl, I said it's fine, Dad.

He shouted in joy, 'let's start the party,' as he gave the knife. He began singing the happy birthday song. It seemed as if nothing had happened. My Dad, Miss Diary, can be unpredictable, but I am fortunate to have such caring friends and family members in my life. When we celebrated my birthday, it seemed like everything went according to plan. I thanked everyone for coming, and I said goodbye.

Vince warns Dad again, looking deeply into his eyes. Sam's Dad told me not to worry; if my Dad starts acting spooky again, mom or I should call him. As everyone left the house, I went straight to my room; mom came in and hugged me; Dad joined us too, hugging and apologizing to us. He first asks me what he should call me? Dad, I prefer to be called Tammy from now on. So he said.

When I told him how I became Tammy, he asked us why we hadn't updated him and that I should tell him that from the beginning. During my narration, he was listening with interest. He would change his expression when I mentioned my mom and me doing things together. Perhaps he believes it was Mom's fault for me turning into a girl.

Initially, he seemed cool with everything I told him, but later, he asked mom why she didn't stop me. Mom said she did not need to intervene in my decision-making because it was my choice. Dad only said fine. After that, they went to their room; mom and Dad had their separate rooms. I changed into my pj's and was very tired for the day. Miss Diary, I went straight to my bed and slept.

Thursday, 16 of January - Since today was a school day, I got up before the alarm and started brushing my teeth. I greeted my mom as I walked downstairs, and as she was preparing for breakfast, she smiled and said, "Good morning, sweetie." I thought she was even sweeter than I was, and in my low voice, I asked where Dad was; she replied that he was sleeping. It's a good thing he's still asleep; I didn't want him to see me in my girly pajamas. Miss Diary, I don't know how long he will stay in the house. When I asked mom when Dad was leaving, she replied that she didn't know and told me to hurry up and get ready for school.

I went to my room, took a bath, and then dressed up. I asked mom what I should wear for school; she told me to wear something decent and not too girly as I was still was Tommy in school. As I opened my closet, I wondered what to wear. Should I wear panties and a camisole? Hello, Miss Diary, what should I do? I will guess for you, and you said why not? It was just an innerwear; no one could see it, and there were no gym or swimming classes today. So, I wore plain white pants and a camisole over the turtleneck t-shirt and mom jeans. While the clothes were girls', no one would know as they were unisex-style. As for the shoes, I wore plain black sneakers. Miss Diary, if I had a choice, I would have preferred a dress or skirt and top, but anyway, this was decent enough to wear to school.

It was time to brush my hair, which was getting long enough. My hair will probably reach my shoulder by next month, so I was looking forward to styling it. Since I was ready, I went downstairs to eat breakfast. Dad was there as well. Seeing him made me nervous. Although I wanted to help mom with breakfast, I decided not to. When he looked at me, he said that I looked handsome. Dear Diary, why is Dad calling me handsome? Girls aren't handsome, boys are, and I'm not one. He was just trying out my patience. Eventually, I got up the courage to tell him that I was not handsome but pretty instead. He simply replied, "Okay, whatever you want." I guess my Dad is dumb-headed; Miss Diary better not argue.

I asked him how long he was staying, and he said he didn't know, many a week or a month, can't confirm. It would be better if he was staying for fewer days. If my Dad was in the house, I probably wouldn't want to stay. Based on what he said, I imagine he does not accept me as a girl, or perhaps he despises it, but I am not going to stop being a girl because of his fear. I am not afraid of him anymore. Vince and everyone are there to support me. Let him do whatever he wants. I have decided to fight back. Miss Diary, Vince once said before one of his wrestling matches that when you are scared of something, you're always afraid of it until you become brave and decide to fight back.

In the future, when Dad tries to insult me or calls me boy names, I will not remain silent. Since I had school in the morning, I didn't want to ruin my mood, so I didn't look at him while eating breakfast, or you could say that I completely ignored him. After finishing my breakfast, I kissed my mom goodbye and went straight to school.

While walking to school, I noticed my red painted nails. It never occurs to me to remove nail polish before going to school. I cannot go to school with painted nails. If I do that, boys will make fun of me. In fact, I can't even go home because it will get late. Therefore, I ended up having to go to school with painted nails.