Author Note: Happy holidays. Here's your present: the monthly update. The chapter is a bit shorter but its an important one and one i'm sure alot of you have been waiting for. So, enjoy.

It had been the wrong decision. He had known that almost immediately. That is not the way a father should react, especially to something so important. Box had not known what to say or do though, and he had simply froze. He could not say he was not angry, because he was. He could not say he was not hurt or confused because he was both of those things as well. He could not even say he was ok with it because he was not entirely certain that he was.

It was a lot to process at once. He had found out that his son was somehow Shezow. That had made him feel like an idiot. How had he not seen it or noticed? Now that he thought about it, Guy had not even been that covert with his secret identity and superheroing. He really should have seen it.

Now that he knew there were so many other questions flooding into his mind. How did his son become Shezow in the first place? Shezow had always been female, so when Guy transformed was he then female? How was all of this supposed to work?

So much was running through his head about that first discovery that the second did not even register until later. His son had decided to only be Shezow from now on. For some reason, that had made Boxter feel as though he had been a failure as a parent. Had he done something wrong to make Guy make this choice? Was it his fault? Had he not been around enough to be a proper father figure?

He needed time to think about this, all of it. He knew he could not face Guy just yet without lashing out with the turmoil of emotions swirling around in his brain. So, he did what he thought would be best for both of them and spent more time away at work. It had been simple enough to get more hours. One of his coworkers had been wanting a few days off so all Boxter had to do was agree to cover his hours.

He spent the rest of the night and next morning convincing himself it had been the right choice, only for that delusion to be shattered when he went to work the next day. Just because Boxter was avoiding him and he was going through a massive amount of stress and his own emotional turmoil in no way meant that Guy would be neglecting his superhero duties. That of course meant that Boxter saw Shezow throughout his work day and the sight broke his heart. His son (daughter?) seemed to be on autopilot, going through the motions because he had to without his heart really being in it. Several times Boxter had wanted to drop everything and tell his child that things would be ok, yet something stopped him every time.

A father was supposed to be there for his children. A father was supposed to love them and help them and guide them. What kind of father was he?

After three days he finally made up his mind and had his answer. Boxter was determined to be a good father, which is why he found himself standing right in front of Guy's bedroom door. He raised his hand to knock but stopped before his knuckled made contact. Doubt was setting in and he was tempted to back out. What was he even going to say…?

No. He needed to be the adult, the father. Anything would be better than more nothing.

After a deep breath Boxter gently rapped on the door and waited for a response. Soon enough, he got one.

"Kelly?" a tired voice asked from within the room. Boxter cleared his throat and replied, "No. No, it's me. I think we need to talk."

For a long while there was nothing but tense silence in reply and Boxter began to wonder if Guy was going to answer, or maybe if Guy had just flown out the window to avoid the conversation. Just as he was about to give up and walk away he heard a hesitant "Come in." from beyond the door. Boxter took a moment to wipe the nervousness from his features and display nothing but fatherly caring and acceptance before opening the door and slowly entering the room.

He found Shezow sitting on the bed with hands folded in his lap, looking at the wall to the right, or more precisely, not looking at Boxter. He glanced at the neatly organized room and how strange it seemed to him before making his way carefully over to sit next to his child on the bed.

For what felt like hours the two did nothing but sit there in awkward quiet, neither of them knowing what to say or even how the begin. Boxter had not planned this far ahead. Honestly he had doubted his own resolve and believed he would not make it to knocking on the door in the first place.

He looked up from the floor and turned his gaze to his child, taking in his appearance. The long black hair with the streak of hot pink, the eyeshadow and mascara, the beauty mark, the too-pink superhero costume, the ring that had started everything and lead them to where they were now. At first glance nobody would ever believe that the person sitting there was Guy Hamdon, but upon closer inspection…

Boxter could see it. He could still recognize his child underneath all the cosmetics and sparkles.

In that moment he was certain that he did not love Guy any less. It might take some getting used to and he still had so many questions, but he was certain that everything would end up be ok. He still had no idea what to say, but right now did not seem to be a time for words. Instead, Boxter clapped a hand on his child's shoulder, which caused Guy to start, snapping his head up to look at his father in shock and question. Boxter gave his shoulder a firm reassuring squeeze and a caring smile, conveying his message with his eyes. Then Guy broke, tears streaming down his face. He threw his arms around his father and buried his face in the man's chest, sobbing. Boxter wrapped his arms around his child, hold the boy tight and keeping him safe and warm as his emotions poured out. His presence was a reassurance and a comfort and he was content to stay with his child until they were both certain that everything would be alright.