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Recap: With the Loud sisters deciding not to come with their father due their concerns for the weather, Lincoln sees this as an opportunity to come with his father and he took it, by disguising himself as a girl, succeeded in persuading his dad to take him with him, and now he has to identify himself as "Linka". Now that you're all caught up, let's see where chapter 2 will take us.


Chapter 2: The Tour

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It was around the time when rain was starting to pour down some more when Lynn Sr. was halfway there to his destination. He already activated the window wipers so he can see the road ahead of him. He was hoping to God that the whether wouldn't grow harsh by the time he and Lincoln travel back home.

Lincoln meanwhile was excited to finally visit his father's workplace. Never did he think in all 11 years of his life that this day would actually come. His father is desperate to have company. Like many people on this earth, the Loud patriarch knew that life is unpredictable, and who knows what could happen to him in the future? This could be the last year that he'll see Take Your Daughter To Work day, so he decided he had to make the best of it by taking Lincoln with him.

The father of 11 didn't think that he would admit it, but his son sure did look prettier... and more attractive than his sisters in his point of view. However, he had to stop himself from going further into those immoral thoughts. Come to think of it, this was part of something that had never in his life told anyone in his life. Something that he's still trying to fight all his life since his late teen years.

The car ride to work was more tense than Lincoln had anticipated, with his father's glances making him increasingly a bit concerned. Meanwhile back at the Loud house, Rita had begun to feel guilty about the fight she had with Lynn Sr. the night before and decided to call him to check in. She dialed his number and waited for him to answer.

"Hey Lynn, it's Rita. I just wanted to see how you're doing and if you guys had a good time at work," she said, trying to keep her voice light despite her concern.

Lynn Sr. felt his heart jump in his chest as he held the phone to his ear. "Oh, uh, we're doing fine. Just had a bit of a surprise this morning."

"Surprise?" Rita questioned, a hint of worry in her tone. "What do you mean?"

"Well, the girls didn't want to come, but Lincoln... uh, 'Linka' decided to come with me instead," he said, hoping to play it cool despite the odd situation.

There was a brief pause before the matriarch spoke up again, her voice tight with tension. "Lynn, I know about your past issues, and I need to ask you, are you okay being alone with our son dressed like that? I don't want history to repeat itself."

The question hit Lynn Sr. like a ton of bricks, bringing to the surface the very thoughts he had been trying to bury. He took a deep breath and replied, "I've got it under control, Rita. I promise." But the doubt in her voice lingered in his mind, a stark reminder of the internal battle he was about to face throughout the day.

As they arrived at the office building, Lincoln took a moment to mentally prepare himself, while Lynn Sr. composed his thoughts and emotions. They stepped out of the van, with Lincoln delicately adjusting his skirt and wig. The office was bustling with activity, filled with colleagues chatting and preparing for the day ahead. Lynn Sr. held the door open for "Linka," and as they entered, a few curious glances fell upon them. He tried to play it cool, hoping that no one would question the sudden appearance of his "new" daughter.

Sleek floor-to-ceiling glass, shiny gray-and-white marble, and the warm glow of the overhead lighting... Words can't describe how amazing the entire lobby looked in Lincoln's point of view once he and Lynn Sr. made their entrance. The receptionist, Mrs. Owens, looked up from her desk, her eyebrows raising slightly at the sight of the unfamiliar young girl. "Oh, Lynn, who's this lovely young lady?" she asked with a warm smile.

"This is Linka, my new... adopted daughter," Lynn Sr. replied, his voice a little shakier than he had intended. "We decided to bring her in today since the others couldn't make it."

Mrs. Owen's smile widened as she approached them. "How lovely! Welcome to the office, Linka. I hope you enjoy your day here." She turned to Lynn Sr. and whispered, "Is everything okay at home?"

"Just a little change in plans," Lynn said, trying to keep the conversation brief. He guided Lincoln through the maze of cubicles and into his own office, shutting the door behind them with a sigh of relief. As he set down his briefcase and hung up his coat, he couldn't help but admire his son's ability to blend in, despite the unusual situation. The anticipation of the day ahead was palpable, and Lincoln could feel his excitement growing as he took in the new environment, eager to finally see what his father's job was all about.

The office was a hive of activity, with the occasional giggle or shout echoing through the hallways. As Lynn Sr. and Lincoln, or rather "Linka," settled into their day, Lincoln couldn't help but explore the office space when his father was occupied with work. He tiptoed around the cubicles, taking in the sights and sounds of a place he had only ever heard about in passing. His curiosity piqued, he found himself at the water cooler, where a group of his father's colleagues were engaged in a heated debate about the latest sports match. One of them, a tall, muscular man named Bob, caught Lincoln's eye and gave him a friendly wave. "Hey there, little lady! What brings you to the corporate jungle?" he called out, his deep voice resonating through the office.

Lincoln, surprised but quick on his feet, giggled and replied, "Oh, just tagging along with my daddy for the day. It's 'Bring Your Daughter to Work Day,' after all!"

Bob chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "Your old man must be thrilled to have such a pretty little helper."

The compliment sent a strange sensation through Lincoln, and he felt his cheeks flush under the wig. He nodded shyly, "Thanks, I guess."

The conversation grew more casual as the other colleagues joined in, asking "Linka" about her interests and school. Lincoln found himself enjoying the attention, playing along as best as he could. Meanwhile, Lynn Sr. sat in his office, his mind wandering. He had hoped that bringing Lincoln would help him focus on work and get his mind off the argument with Rita, but instead, he found his thoughts drifting towards the unexpected allure of having his son dressed as a girl by his side. He pushed the thoughts away, telling himself to remain professional, but the image of "Linka" interacting with his colleagues was hard to ignore.

As the hours ticked by, Lincoln managed to keep up his disguise, even participating in a few innocent office pranks with the other employees. Despite the occasional misstep, like accidentally knocking over a potted plant, he was surprisingly adept at navigating the corporate world. Lynn Sr., on the other hand, was growing increasingly distracted by his son's convincing performance. The storm outside mirrored the turmoil within him, as the line between his paternal love and his dormant desires grew blurrier. He told himself he was just proud of Lincoln for fitting in so well, but deep down, he knew there was more to it.

The office began to empty out as the storm outside grew closer, the employees hurrying to get home before the downpour started. Lynn Sr. glanced at the clock, realizing that it was already past lunchtime. He called out to Lincoln, "Linka, come here. It's time for us to grab a bite before the rain hits."

The two made their way to a nearby café, the wind picking up as they walked. Inside, the warmth and the smell of fresh bread filled the air, offering a cozy refuge from the dreary day. As they sat in a booth, Lincoln couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness that his sisters weren't here to share the experience. But at the same time, there was an exhilarating thrill to being here with his dad, dressed as a girl.

The waitress, a young woman named Jenny, took their order with a smile. As she walked away, Lincoln watched his father's gaze follow her, and he felt a strange pang of jealousy. He had never seen his dad look at anyone that way before, not even his mom. It was confusing, and Lincoln didn't quite know how to process it.

The storm grew more intense, the rain now hammering against the windows. Lincoln shivered slightly, and Lynn Sr. reached over to comfort him, placing a hand on his shoulder. The contact was electric, sending a jolt through both of them. For a moment, Lynn Sr. froze, his hand lingering longer than it should have. The look in Lincoln's eyes was one of surprise, but also something else—understanding.

The silence grew thick as they sat there, the sound of the rain outside drowning out the conversations in the café. Lynn Sr. cleared his throat and removed his hand, trying to lighten the mood. "So, what do you think of the place, son... Or should I say; daughter?" he winked, "Are you enjoying it so far?"

Playing in character, Lincoln happily answered "You bet I am, daddy." in a feminine tone.

The way he called Lynn Sr. "daddy" with a high-pitched voice was enough to immediately send Lynn Sr. back to his perverted thoughts as he can feel his pants getting tight in his crotch area, as if it's begging for him to let it out. Oh how he so badly wanted to take it out right now. He wondered how Lincoln would sound with that cute tone once he sticks his member inside his so-

"Get your head out of the clouds Lynn, you know this isn't right! You know you can't do that." Lynn Sr. thought angrily to himself. Ain't no way in hell would he want to become a pervert... let alone, a pedophile! "Besides, you made a promise to Rita. You can't do this to her!"

"Is something wrong, dad?" He heard Lincoln (who's back in his normal voice) asked him, snapping him out of his thoughts. Lynn Sr. was in a conversation with himself in his thoughts that he didn't notice that he had a disgruntled looking expression plastered on his face until Lincoln did, which was enough for him to be concern for his father and then get his attention.

"Oh yeah... no need to worry about me, kiddo, just hoping that we can make today worth it since we'll be having a father-son time that we haven't had in a long time."

Lincoln smiled, "Well, I can't wait to spend time with you too dad, at your office for the first time. I can't wait to experience what else is in store for us."

As the storm raged on outside, the tension between Lynn Sr. and "Linka" grew palpable within the cozy café. The sound of the rain served as a backdrop to their conversation, which remained safe and mundane. But beneath the surface, both of them were acutely aware of the forbidden attraction that had surfaced. Lynn Sr. took a deep breath, trying to keep his mind on the promise he made to Rita. He looked into Lincoln's eyes and saw the same curiosity and excitement that had been in his own when he was that age, reminding him of the bond they shared. He made a silent vow to keep his thoughts in check and focus on the innocent fun they could have together on this peculiar "Bring Your Daughter to Work Day."

The thunder rumbled in the distance as they finished their lunch, the electricity in the air a stark reminder of the line they were both tiptoeing around.

After lunch was over, Lynn Sr. decided to give Lincoln a tour of the office, showing him the different departments and introducing him to various colleagues as "Linka." Each interaction brought forth more awkward glances and whispered comments, but Lincoln remained unfazed, enjoying the attention and the thrill of his disguise.

As they approached Bob's cubicle, the muscular colleague looked up and gave Lincoln a wink, saying, "Looks like you've got your dad wrapped around your little finger, Linka." The words seemed innocent enough, but the tone was laced with an innuendo that made Lynn Sr.'s heart race.

He quickly steered Lincoln away, trying to ignore the growing arousal he felt.

As the two Loud males ventured through the rest of the building, Lincoln looked up at the glass ceiling and noticed the rain clouds were now growing darker as lightning flickered a bit. His sisters aren't wrong about what they said about the weather.

"Whoa... they sure do look like mean clouds," Lincoln thought. He was starting to have second thoughts. What if it was a mistake to come with his father? He knew he should've stayed home, this day is what he's been asking for. This is what he wanted. This could be a once-in-a-lifetime moment. "I'm sure we'll have more time before we have to leave."

As his eyes averted from the ceiling and he faces the windows to his left, and he stopped walking to notice a dentist office right next to this building. Lincoln instantly recognized that place. It's the same dentist office where his mother works. The boy didn't know that his parents would be working their jobs next door to each other. He knew that his mother is worried for both him and his father and he hopes that they'll arrive home early just in time before the storm will get worse, that way she won't have to worry for their well-being anymore.

"Hey Linka!" His dad's voice had cut Lincoln out of his train-of-thoughts as he turned his attention towards him.

By now Lynn Sr. was now eleven feet away from where he is. He was with an African-American man, whose head is bald, wears square glasses, and seemed to be in his late 40s. Along with him was a teenage girl, who's midnight black hair is styled in a bob and is paying attention only to her phone, looking like she doesn't want to be here. She looks to be about Leni's age, and from what Lincoln can assume, is probably the man's daughter. The boy in disguise makes his way to where they are.

"Linka, this here is one of my co-workers; Dave." Lynn Sr. introduced. "I thought you might be interested in meeting him."

"Well Lynn, I've met all 10 of your daughters, but I didn't know that you have another one." Dave said.

"Yeah well... sorry I didn't tell you this, but me and my wife just adopted her last month." Lynn Sr. said.

"Adopted?" Dave raised a brow. "Well uh... I don't mean to bring up sore subjects, but what happened to her before she was brought to the system?"

"Oh man..." Lynn Sr thought before trying to come up with a believable story. "Well uh... she um... her-"

"My parents were killed in a car crash two months ago." Lincoln interjected, playing his character. "My... my parents were buying a birthday cake for me on my birthday... and they were on their way home... but... they were killed by a drunk driver who didn't see them." Fake tears welled up in his eyes, his voice begins to break. "It... it... it was not the kind of birthday I expected... having the two people who raised you... taken away. Things haven't been the same for me ever since..."

"Oh my, you poor young lady. It must be awful to lose the people who raised you all your life, huh? Especially on the day that was supposed to be your special day." Dave responded with a look of symphony.

"Yes... it pains me to know that it's gonna keep coming back to me every year." Lincoln sighed, still acting. "At least now that I have a new home, and new siblings I can play with, they promised me that my next birthday will be better. I just hope I won't lose them the same way I lost my old family." He then looked up at his father with teary eyes that would've awarded him with an Oscar. "Right daddy?"

"Well I'm so sorry to hear what happened with your parents Linka, but it's great meeting you here." Dave said. "Say, how about you meet my daughter; Kate?" He then turns to his daughter Kate, who seemed busy texting on her phone. "Kate, could you please put the phone down? I'm sure you've met all of Mr. Loud's daughters before, so I would like you to meet his new adopted daughter; Linka."

Kate looked over her phone to see Lincoln, who smiled and greeted her with a kind "hi".

The teen scoffed and blew her bubble gum. "Yeah whatever, hi." She greeted him halfheartedly, then turned to her dad. "Now can I get back on my phone?"

Dave was disapproved of this. "Katelyn Bianca Jones, what did I tell you about behaving rudely to other people?"

"Like; what did I say about not feeling interested in coming here, Dad? But oh no, you never fucking listen. I should be going out with Megan and Eleanor instead, not be stuck at a place that's boring as hell." Kate snapped at him.

Lincoln was stunned by this girl's bad attitude towards her father, especially by how she cussed at him. "Dang, what's her problem? Is she always like that?"

"First of all young lady, watch your mouth. Second of all, you need to learn to socialize with new people rather than wasting time on your phone or hanging out with those two trouble-making girls." Dave scolded her.

"Well I'd rather keep doing that than greeting losers who have retarded looking hairstyles like this one here." Kate pointed to the Loud boy, to which Lincoln was taken aback that he almost slipped out of character.

"Uh, excuse me?" Lincoln spoke in a girly voice, sounding offended.

Dave's eyes widened at Kate's harsh words. "Kate, that's no way to talk to a guest! Apologize to Linka right now!" he reprimanded, his voice firm.

Kate rolled her eyes and huffed, but she begrudgingly offered a half-hearted apology. "Sorry for saying that, I guess."

Lynn Sr. felt a mix of embarrassment and protectiveness towards Lincoln, noticing the hurt look on his son's face. He decided it was time to change the subject. "So Dave, how's the new marketing campaign coming along?"

Dave sighed, happy to shift the focus. "It's a headache, Lynn. The deadline is approaching, and we're still trying to nail down the final details. It's like herding cats in here sometimes."

The conversation between Lynn Sr. and Dave about work was a welcome distraction for Lincoln, allowing him to regain his composure. The four of them made their way back to Lynn Sr.'s office, the storm outside growing louder with each step. The tension in the air was palpable, not just from the approaching tempest but also from the underlying current of emotions between Lynn Sr. and Lincoln. As they reached the office, Lynn Sr. couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, as if the storm was a reflection of the turmoil brewing within him. He quickly opened the door and ushered Lincoln inside, hoping to keep the distraction of work going until the storm outside, and perhaps the one within him, passed.


As the workday drew to a close, the storm outside showed no signs of letting up. The office was abuzz with the sound of employees packing up and the steady patter of rain against the windows. Lynn Sr. and Lincoln, still in his disguise, prepared to leave. The elevator doors opened to reveal a crowded space, and as they stepped in, Lynn Sr. found himself pushed against Lincoln's backside, his crotch pressing into the soft curve of his son's ass.

The contact was unintentional, but it sent a jolt through him that was anything but innocent. Lincoln stiffened, feeling his father's arousal through the thin fabric of his skirt. The tension in the elevator was thick with the unspoken awareness of their situation. The air was charged with a strange mix of excitement and fear as they descended to the ground floor, surrounded by colleagues who were oblivious to the forbidden dance of emotions unfolding between the two of them. Each floor that passed brought them closer to the storm outside, but it was the storm within that was truly raging.

As the elevator doors closed and the descended, Lincoln couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement building in him. The warmth of his father's body pressed against his, the unmistakable bulge in Lynn Sr.'s pants, and the thought of the secret they were sharing in such a public place sent a thrill down his spine. Despite the fear of being caught, Lincoln felt his own arousal growing, his heart pounding in his chest with every floor they passed. He could feel his dad's breath on the back of his neck, and it sent a shiver down his spine. The storm outside was nothing compared to the tempestuous emotions swirling inside the two of them, trapped in this metal box of secrets and desires.

"What the heck's happening to me? Why am I suddenly feeling like this?" Lincoln thought, panic and arousal were clashing in his head. "I can't be I thinking what I think I'm thinking... can I? No, this... this isn't right. He's my dad."

As the elevator reached the ground floor and the doors opened, Lynn Sr. and Lincoln, still in his disguise, stepped out into the lobby. The sound of rain and the occasional flash of lightning filled the space, making it feel eerily quiet despite the hustle of people leaving work. Lynn Sr.'s hand gently grazed Lincoln's arm, guiding him through the crowd, the electricity of the moment still crackling between them. They made their way to the entrance, where the wind was blowing the rain in sheets. The sight of the storm's intensity outside made them both realize that the trip back home was going to be a soggy one.

"Looks like we picked the wrong day to come out, doesn't it?" Lynn Sr. said, trying to lighten the mood as he put his arm around Lincoln's shoulders, pulling him closer under the shared umbrella.

"Yeah, but I'm happy I got to spend the day with you, dad," Lincoln replied, his voice still in a high-pitched tone, looking up at his father with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. The weight of their shared secret was heavy, but the warmth of his father's embrace was something he hadn't felt in a long time.

They stepped out into the storm, the rain soaking through their clothes in moments. The wind whipped at their faces, but neither of them moved to break the contact. As they hurried through the parking lot, Lynn Sr. found himself glancing down at Lincoln's wet skirt clinging to his son's legs, the sight stirring something deep within him that he hadn't felt in years. The line between reality and the fantasy they were playing out was blurring, and Lynn Sr. wasn't sure if he wanted to stop it.

But as they reached the van, Lynn Sr. took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. He knew that once they were in the safety of the vehicle, he had to tell Lincoln the truth about his feelings and the inappropriateness of their situation. The rain pounded on the roof as they drove off into the road, both lost in their own tumultuous thoughts, the storm outside mirroring the one raging inside their hearts.


Author's Note: There you have it, chapter 2 is complete. I just wanted to say thanks for keeping your patience and I look forward to seeing you on chapter 3. Please follow, favorite, and review. And to those who've read the two previous versions, if you guys have any details about what happened, please let me know. Also, credit goes out to both Crimsonsentry123 and MrRainbow149ki, wherever they are.