The Lion, The Bitch, and the fucking Wardrobe.I guess I have always been a sissy. I started crossdressing at a young age and it gave me such a wonderful feeling that I struggle to form the correct words to describe the way it makes me feel. It just felt right, and ohh so sexy! Like I said, I have always been sort of a sissy, and my father couldn’t have been less plesed. I think he had his suspicions that I might be, uhhh… different before he found my lingerie and stilleto shoes, but once he knew for sure thats the first time he hit me. He made me promise, at pain of… pain, that I would never do any of “that faggot shit” again. Everything slowly got back to normal over time, however I couldn’t look my father in the eye for a month.So I hid my faggottry better so as not to get my pretty face all ugly. It worked fine until one day when I was home from school early and had wanted to try a beautiful new shade of lipstick on that I had stolen from teacher that day. As soon as the sexy red lipstick was applied to my lips I became arroused and I started to rub my clitty. Looking in the mirror as I pursed my lips together I slowly began to notice the reflection of someone behind me. I spun around to see my father’s look of disgust, dissapointment, and especially anger.I hesitated for bursa escort half a second before I took flight. My father chased about the house until I reached the attic and lost him. I decided to hide in an old wardrobe that I had strangely never noticed before, just in case my father should decide to check for his homo son in the attic. I touched door of the old looking wardrobe only to have it fling open with a loud groaning noise. I heard my father’s footsteps on the stairs and forgot all fear for this strange wardrobe and remembered the very real fear I had for my father. Without a second thought I pushed back some beautiful and elaborate dresses hanging inside the wardrobe, jumped in and shut the door. Despite my fear I remember being amazed at how big and cold the old wardrobe seemed. Suddenly, I heard my father’s footsteps approaching the wardrobe. I panicked, stepped backwards and tripped over my own feet. Falling I expected to hit my head on the back wall of the wardrobe and consequently be discovered by my angry father, but instead I continued to fall backwards crashing gently on my back into a bed of cushiony snow.I glanced up into an open night sky with fat puffs of snow drifting slowly down on top of me. I stood slowly dazed by the my consfusing çanakkale escort surroundings. Just ahead o me I could see a briht lightpost and a strange sort of creature gathering some parcels it had dropped. Not knowing how to proceed, I simply started in awe at what appeared to be a man with the body and horns of a goat. I guess I was burning a hole though him with my eyes for soon, without warning, he looked directly at me. Shocked and too frightened to move I simly stared at the creature with my jaw agape. “Well…” he said, looking at me with a hint of contempt. “Are you just going to stand there staring at me like you haven’t got any manners or will you help me gather my parcels?” Bewildered I said, “are you talkin’ to me?””you are the only one here aren’t you?” he said. Not wanting to anger the creature I quickly ran over to him and helped gather his parcels. “My name is Proffessor Tumnuss.” he said. “What are you” I asked the creature.He looked himself over and said, “ohh, I am suppose to be a Satyr.” he said and without stopping for me to ask what the hell that is he said, “Look I know you students like to express yourselves with your costumes but you are going to freeze out here in no clothes!” I looked down at my almost çankırı escort naked body, it was true, I had only my socks on underware on. At the time I had been embarrassingly discovered by my father that was all I was wearing. “Come on” Proffessor Tumnuss said motioning me to follow him. “Let’s get you back to the party”.Feeling extremely self aware, I hesitated for a moment but the elements soon got the better of me and with a shiver I soon started after him. We hadn’t walked far when we came to a huge building seemingly in the middle of nowhere. On the roof the was a huge bright glowing sign which read, “The Lion”.”I think your friends are inside.” he said. Without stopping or looking back he continued on his way vanishing into the darkness. Everything had been so weird up to this point that I think my mind shut down and went on auto-pilot, because I soon felt myself walking towards “the lion”. As I approached the entrance I could hear the base of speakers roaring and I could see several people gathered within. From the outside I could see though the main glass entrance. There were dozens of people all dressed in different outfitts from policeman to ferry princess. It was a costume party. Still feeling self conscience about my lack of clothes but feeling even more cold I opened the doors and stepped inside. It was hot inside “the lion” and everyon was dancing and being gay. Looking around the party at all the people having fun it slowly became evident to me that everyone here is male. From the policemen to the ferry princesses. I was in a gay bar…To be continued…