Shawn gave an unrelenting glare. “You’re just like them! I payed for my sim, I should be able to do what I want.”
David leaned against the counter. “I don’t care how much fur you want, or if you want to run around on all fours. What I do care about is your safety. You can wear your anthro-sim at conventions, at St. Mark’s Market, to Fashion Week, or when Jamie and I accompany you, but as long as you’re a minor, you’ll not wear it to school.”
“Bigot!”
“No,” David straightened, “But there are real bigots out there. Forget about…”
Shawn tried to interrupt, but David’s patented paternal look of disapproval stopped him short.
“Forget about Humans First, there are plenty of anthro-phobes out there who would happily destroy your sim and you in it.” David drew in a breath, measuring his own tone. “If I have to, I’ll parental lock your sim.”
“You’re so unfair!” The door to Shawn’s room slammed in controlled violence.
Jamie slipped her masculine arms around David.
“I bet we look like hypocrites to him.” Jamie sighed.
“If we lived in the days where being trans could have gotten you killed, I’d be just as worried about you, dear.”
“Thank God for sims!” Jamie pecked her husband’s cheek and squeezed his shoulder. “Don’t worry, he’ll calm down.”
David nodded and went back to cooking dinner.