Just Like My Father

Years ago, I came home early and heard weird noises coming from the basement. I went down two steps, and what I saw made me want to be a sissy, which I am. There was my dad, a big, six feet-four inch, three hundred and fifty pound guy in panties and heels dancing for five black hunks. Let's just say after watching him with those men, I wanted to be just like him.

— Barry, 49