A Girl Inside !!
“Get off the bed and get dressed, Bob “I don’t want to do this, Dad.” “Don’t give me that shit. Last year you said you couldn’t join the Marines because you were a girl inside. That was real hard for me, but I accepted it and we got you treatment. Expensive treatment. But here we are at D-day and you’re chickening out? “I’m not chickening out. But… I… I made it up. All of it. I don’t feel like a girl, I only told you that because I was scared about ng to Afghanistan.” “So you’re not a queer, but you are a coward? No, I don’t care. I’d rather have a courageous transsexual daughter than a coward of a son. You’re having that surgery today.” “Dad, no! I can’t be a girl for the rest of my life. Please! “Be quiet. You know what? I ain’t sorry we’re taking your balls away, neither. You don’t deserve ’em.”
Goldie looked at her simpering boyfriend Bret as he stood before her in the sissy-girl clothes she had forced him to wear.
“Please let me get changed back into my male clothes,” he pleaded.
“Not until you’ve learned your lesson, sissy-boy.”
“I’ve learned my lesson Goldie, really I have. I promise not to leave the washing-up till you get home but to do it myself.”
“Do it yourself like what?” Goldie demanded sternly. She had found that force feminizing Bret was the best way to keep him line and the more girly and sissy-like the better. “Do it myself like a good girl,” Bret replied meekly.
“Well, that’s good and we’ll see if you remember in the future.”
“Can I get changed now?”
“No. We still have to talk about how late you were for our date last week….”