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Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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Casper wandered up his driveway, a bit of a wobble in his step and a goofy smile on his face. It was late, way past his curfew. He paused as he approached the front door and looked down at himself. He'd snuck out of the house wearing a t-shirt and a set of jeans and then gotten changed at the party. He was currently sporting a cute goth look with eyeliner, a mesh top, ripped leggings and black boots. He'd intended to change back before he got home, he didn't need his Mom's prissy, condescending critique of his fashion choices. He was home now, though, and he realized that he must have forgotten his street clothes in his friend's car. He paused for a moment, wondering if he should stop and go searching for them, or if he should just risk his Mom seeing him in this outfit.

Casper gently placed his hand on the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door as silently as he could. There was a light on, but his Mom had probably just left it on for him, she wasn't necessarily waiting to ambush?

She was there, sitting in a living room chair like a gargoyle with her hands folded in her lap. *quot;Do you have any idea what time it is?*quot;

*quot;Tsh.. later than... should be.*quot; he slurred, still rather tipsy.

*quot;And... what the fuck are you wearing? Why are you crossdressing??*quot; Her voice went up an octave and her hands balled into fists.

*quot;I'm not! This is just... It's...! You wouldn't understand.*quot; he tried to explain to her, but she was too angry and he was too tipsy.

*quot;I understand perfectly. You're a goddamn pervert, just... Just like Her!*quot; Even as she said it, the two of them froze, the weight of her words squeezing them both.

*quot;Like who, Mom?*quot; Casper asked softly.

*quot;You know.*quot; His Mom, Cassandra, replied with ice in her voice.

*quot;Yeah, I do. You won't ever talk to me about her but I know,*quot; Casper muttered bitterly. She'd meant Evelynn, his other Mother. The two had split up when he was young, and Cassandra refused to talk about her save for small outbursts like this.

Casper slammed the door to his room, exhausted, frustrated, and still pretty drunk. The two of them had fought for over an hour, and he was tired. Not just tired tonight, but tired of fighting with her in general. She'd always been difficult, but the second he'd started expressing an interest in being anything other than a musclebound macho guy, she's started really escalating on him. He'd wanted to drop out of hockey to make more time for theatre and choir, and she'd lost her mind. One of his friends had come out to him as trans, and she'd mysteriously found a new job across the city that made it almost impossible to see him anymore. He'd come to terms with his bisexuality a little while ago, and he was absolutely dreading that conversation with her, if it ever came to it. She'd said... he was just like her, like Evelynn. His Mom's definition of a pervert was definitely one that she played fast and loose. Maybe Evelynn was just... cool? Maybe she'd be accepting? Cassandra had seemingly sworn off any sort of homosexuality, even though she hadn't said it, but maybe Evelynn hadn't?

The thought stuck in his head so poignantly that he remembered it in the morning when he woke up. He went to his computer, and started to search. He combed through court records until he found Cassandra's name change. She'd changed her surname from Davis-Wu back to just 'Wu' seventeen years ago when he'd been two. He then jumped onto social media, searching for Evelynn Davis and... just like that, he found her, his other Mother. She lived in Vancouver. There was a border between them, but geographically, she was closer to him than any other major city. It was only a few hours by bus. He opened up a Direct Message, typed 'Hi, I think I'm your Son, Casper?' into it, and stared at the screen, frozen. He squeezed his eyes shut, looked away, and hit enter on his keyboard, sending the message. He stared at the screen, at the sent message for a little while, feeling some anxiety bubbling up. This was stupid, he shouldn't have?

Casper Wu (09:42 AM): Hi, I think I'm your Son, Casper?

Evelynn Davis (09:45 AM): Oh my Gods, Yes!! Does Cassandra know you're messaging me?

Casper Wu (9:48 AM): No. I've been having a lot of problems with her lately...

Evelynn Davis (9:55 AM): Oh Honey, you're preaching to the choir on that one. Honestly, I've wanted to reach out and talk to you for years but there's already enough bad blood between Cassandra and me, and I didn't even know if you'd want to hear from me.

Casper Wu (10:01 AM): She never talks about you. We had a fight and she called me a pervert 'just like you' last night and I dunno I'm getting so sick of fighting with her. Seemed like a good excuse to see if I could find you.

Evelynn Davis (10:10 AM): Tell you what, I'm going to extend an open invitation to you to come stay with me. (Temporary or long-term) You're 19 now, you can make your torbalı escort own decisions.

Casper Wu (10:12 AM): Live with you? IDK that seems like the nuclear option, doesn't it?

Evelynn Davis (10:14 AM): LOL! I just meant for a week or so, silly. Maybe if Cassandra realizes that you have some agency of your own, it'll make her cool down a bit.

Evelynn Davis (10:16 AM): Honey, I've got to go to work now. I'd love to keep in touch even if you don't ever find your way out here to see me. Best of luck with Cassie