I let my guard down and let him continue.Here I was dressed like neither a boy nor girl.With female’s make-up with two strange bouncer, and evicted ...rom a venue by one hated fags.I felt confused.What’s the catch? I thought to myself, in a semi dreamy state.Until I snapped out of it and realised where we were, and receiving nasty glares from people leaving the other venues in club circuit area.I heard a few nasty words, which I tried to shut out.Feeling mildly embarrassed and yes, I felt both. No matter what I did, it seemed that every school day I'd wake up with yet another pimple erupted on my face or neck. I was washing my face with a wash cloth at least five times a day, trying to dry out my oily skin, but it didn't seem to help any. To compound the problem, Kate's social life started to soar. She was only allowed one date per week, but no car dates unless she was doubling with another couple. She and Lisa were in the same boat when it came to car dates, and so, twice, they wound. I didn't bother to button it; I just held it close around me and went down the stairs.On the way to the kitchen, I passed Daddy's study. I jumped in alarm when I heard his deep, mellow voice call out, "Susie!"I looked in and saw him sitting there behind his desk. My eyes were wide in surprise. I was immediately aware that I was wearing his shirt. I hoped he wouldn't be mad."Morning, Daddy. I, er, thought you and Mom were gone." Obviously," he smiled, noticing my attire."I'm sorry," I. "One of us will be keeping you forever of course. Would you like to guess who?" asked Tamara craftily.Angela's face brightened only slightly in hope as she replied, "Tamara," but she knew what the answer was going to be."Oh, of course not silly. You're good for a bit of fun but you aren't really my type," said Tamara with a chuckle.Debbie stepped up to Angela. "You're mine, skank," she said, before whipping off Angela's sheet and leaving her naked, as catcalls and cheers erupted around.