When I was a boy I would steal my sister's bras and underwear. After football games I'd wear them and masturbate into the morning hours while my family thought I was playing videos games. My parents hated my videogames especially my father. He said it was a waste of time and I needed to focus on football to get that scholarship. I never told them that almost every hour I was allegedly playing games was really spent dressed up as a girl and fantasies of being fucked by the football team. I eventually landed that scholarship and enrolled in state college.
My mom passed away the day before I turned nineteen. I was leaving for school that summer so my dad had to take off work to drop me at school. A rough man, that spent all of his time both at work and at home being nasty and tough. It was going to be a "great" trip. I pictured a tuck and roll drop off in my head.
In the days before I left for school I packed what I thought I needed. The last things I packed were my girl clothes, some makeup and toys. It seemed almost impossible to have and entire suitcase of girls clothes. I felt so drawn to the satin, silk, and lace in the beginning. Now when ever I was alone I would dress the part as a girl. Head to toe makeup and all.
After my mom passed I grew my red hair out to my shoulders my father hated that. He'd always say I looked like a sissy. (That's the point dad) But he equated that to my mom passing and said I'd "grow out" of the hippy stage after I matured some. I was just glad I had to report before my roommate. football started three weeks before school and I had to report a month in advance for conditioning.
Finally the day arrived and my father and I drove the whole trip without talking. When we arrived the Resident Advisor showed me to my room and provided a dolly so we could move my stuff. Dad insisted on helping and we lugged the stuff to my room. Not much was said between us. When we finished he said "need anything? call!" Then we awkwardly shook hands. As he turned to leave he stumbled over the bags. Sending them crashing to the floor.
The only one that opened was the only one dad never should have seen. There was makeup, skirts, bras, panties, and worst of all dildos strewn over the tile floor of the dorm room. Dad quickly slammed the door shut as I stood there slack jawed. He just stared at me. Then we both startled as the RA knocked at the door "everything ok in here?" Came his voice as he started to open the door. My father quickly stepped in front of the crack and held it to a minimum.
With dad blocking line of sight I quickly picked up my things. He told the RA it was fine and to please excuse us. As my father closed the door I hear him do the oddest thing...he was laughing. I just stood there arms full of panties and bras and hands full of lip stick and eyeliner. "Well I guess this explains why your sister always needed clothes. I guess it's better than what your mom and I feared. We thought she just whored herself around and lost all those frilly things." He said in a voice that seemed softer now. "Have you been a Faggot all your life?" His voice was soft except for that word "Faggo!" It cut like iron.
I tried to speak " ye..yeah...yes sir" I wanted to cry and it showed. I know my eyes were watery and my pale white skin was blushed. As I stood there I watched my father reach out I thought he was going to hit me. I expected pain. In anticipation I closed my eyes and began to weep. But instead of pain my dad's arm wrapped around me and held me. Great big and strong I felt safe.
He stroked my head to comfort me and his powerful hands felt so gentle. He spoke softly "Taylor your secret is safe here. Only you and I know and I'm not telling anyone." I was relieved. After a few long minutes he let me go and held my shoulders he shook me and stooped to make eye contact. "Now show me!" He demanded.
"Wh...what?" I stuttered. "
Show me what you look like all dolled up you little Faggot!" I just stood there and stared at him. "Hurray up Faggot or I'm going to get rough!" He let me go and sat in the desk chair. I was crying and shaking but not because I was scared. It was excitement and anticipation. I quickly slipped off my boys clothes.
My dad laughed when he saw me. I don't know if it was because my hairless pale skin looked frail or my tiny cock that resembled a clit. "Well you definitely are equipped for this sort of thing" he scoffed. I was horrified and it was making me shake more.
I pulled on a pair of cheeky satin and lace panties, yellow with polkadots and the matching bra. My dad just sat there smiling. I found my favourite turquoise skater dress and white petticoat and slipped them on. "There! Are you satisfied?" I asked.
