I was wondering why but then as Sir Slave I don’t have any thought on what he want me to do. When I came out of the toilets and saw sir he then told...me that he wants me to put all my male stuff into the bag he had Which I did. He then went and padlocked it shut, he then told me he had brought the wrong padlock and left the keys at home and that he would have to go back and get it later. I thought that won’t be bad and that I could get changed on the way home so no one would see me but was I. It didn't take long to get an idea of how many boxes I'll need. Now I just have to get the boxes.I dug an old overnight bag out of the closet and filled it with my toy collection. I grabbed the few remaining toiletries that I hadn't moved downstairs already. There isn't a lot. Except for a little lipstick on special occasions I don't wear makeup.I carried the overnight bag down to Gregg's apartment and put everything away. Then I waited impatiently for Gregg to get home.He was a few minutes. I woke him up with breakfast , we kissed and he left late morning. I had been lucky to escape him not discovering my penis! I had to think hard about what to do about this. I would just have to have to tell him my secret, that I was really a guy! Bradley was going to take me out to dinner that evening, and I thought it a good time to tell him before things really did get too heavy. We were already in love, and it wouldn't be fair on him to find out my secret the hard way. I went shopping. Swilled down the rest of his glass. Standing he ambled to the bar and handed the bottle to the bartender. “Put it in my stock okay, Joe.” He turned to me a big smile on his face. “Let’s go to your place. I’m ready to fuck your sweet Candy bitch.”Everyone in the bar looked at me, I felt their pity, or disgust, not sure which. The humiliation washed over me a wave. He led me out of the bar and felt like his prisoner, I heard some hushed whispers, “Pore cuckold bastard, that nigger will ruin.