With that in mind, and because I hated to see her sad over the holidays, even if she wasn’t one of mine, I invited her out on a date.“A date? Are ...ou crazy? My dad would skin you alive, me too for that matter, if I were to bring a white boy home as my date. My Dad barely tolerates Lynn and Bernie as my friends. Why do you think you have never been to my house?” She asked, glaring at me.“But, wait, how ... that doesn’t even make sense. You are mixed, aren’t you?” I asked, flabbergasted by the. And you're wearing earrings and lipstick."Grabbing the sheet she pulled it downwards to expose me lying inher bed wearing her satin and lace baby doll nightie with thematching panties, from the top of which protruded my massiveerection."So! What have we here?" she sneered, looking at my throbbingcock. "A little sissy boy who's turned on wearing his auntie'sclothes? Well, well, well. I always suspected you were a littlebit fem. Now I discover you like to dress up and pretend to belittle girl.. Throwing her onto her back on the bare mattress, Heather looked up and saw a room covered in band and movie posters, then nothing as a pillow case was thrown over her head and real metal handcuffs were snapped over her wrists and ankles, spreading her like a lewd Hollywood Squares 'X' on his bed, where a strap system was already in place under the mattress to keep her in place.'Whoops, this just got too real too quick.' she though worriedly."Wha ah ya doim tah mah?" Heather mumbled out from the. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled a crooked smile. Picking the comb from his travel bag, he carefully combed his thinning hair over the bald spot using warm water as Spackle. ‘There,’ he thought, ‘that’s better. It won’t fool anyone, but it’s definitely better.’ He replaced the comb in the bag and zipped it shut with a quick zip. He moved to his suitcase and selected a shirt, socks, underwear, and a pair of pants. Methodically he dressed himself in the same order and fashion that he.