I opened the car door and tried toexit as sissy like as possible. The sissy movements were an idea from mywife. If anyone did see me, it was quite o...bvious what I was. Either adrag queen or a total sissy! She knows that I crave humiliations fromher and her girlfriends while being "forced" to dress up like her idea ofa sissy. Our sexual life style is directly under her control. She knowsI cannot stop her from having her fun with me. I am her slave for life.I did this to myself. And she. "No dad, I'm not." Damn California turnin' my son into a little faggot..." he whispered tohimself.I am not gay... I thought to myself, but I cut off the thought as Iremembered the night before.That didn't mean anything. It was a party. People always go crazy atparties. Didn't mean anything.I still wasn't very sure, but I pushed the thought completely out of mymind."I'll be back later," Dad called from outside the kitchen. I didn'tacknowledge him and the door slammed shortly after.With absolute. He was several years my junior. We were having a torrid affair, that he wouldremember for the rest of his life. I was having the affair that would actually define my life going forward. I felt a pang of jealousy and nostalgia wrapped together.Objectively, I knew what I had with Robert was temporary, and fleeting. Emotionally, I was feeling adesire for a longer term commitment. I knew it was stupid. I knew it was unrealistic. But I wanted thisrelationship to continue. I was falling in love.But I. I came to stay with mom at my native village for some weeks with my kid. My dad got a job in Bangalore and stayed there alone. He used to come to village once in a month for 5-6 days. Sometimes, mom used to go there to stay with him.It had been a week of stay at my mother’s place. One night my kid got up and started crying. I breastfed her and she slept again. But my sleep was broken and I felt thirsty so to fetch drinking water I went to kitchen. While passing my parent’s door, I saw the door.