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Silly Rabbit part seven by Vonya Lee Gwen left shortly after helping me in with my things. "Thank you so much Sara. I mean Miss Sara! Sorry. Thank you miss for a great day." "Did you have fun with Gwen?" "Yes miss I really did." "She's a lot of fun isn't she?" "Oh yes miss she is." "Show me what you bought." 'One by one he shows me everything. It was all I could do to keep from laughing at him more than once. Panty after panty, slips, girls jeans, some other pants that are obviously women's, one gay top after another. The rubber boxers with the built in dildo are priceless. I'll probably make that some kind of reward for him. No, I know exactly what I'm going to save them for. The night I'm going to set him up and embarrass him in front of his family at his mother fiftieth birthday party. That's when I want him to wear them for the first time. I want the experience to be as fresh as possible. Chris doesn't know it yet but he's going to spend the week with Gwen at Laura's place. He's going to be positively giddy when he hears that. He's going to be a whole lot less giddy when he gets to see what he's wearing for the week. I got him a new chastity that wears like a belt. The fun thing with this one is the strap up his ass allows for a butt plug. When the belt is pulled tight and locked, his ass has the plug in snug and his little cockette is locked tight. He's going to wear this all week. When he needs to go to the bathroom he's going to have to go to Laura's friend and neighbor, Meaghan, and ask her politely for the key and the permission to use her bathroom. He'll leave the bathroom cleaner than he found it, return to her the key to his chastity and present himself to her for inspection. Meaghan will make sure he's secured front and back before he'll be allowed to leave. Chris will then offer her his services in thanks. Anything from doing her dishes to painting her toe nails. I think that's great training. Just knowing that he can be told to perform anything at anytime on anyone is invaluable. When Meaghan isn't home, tough luck. He will share a bed with Gwen and they'll be allowed to kiss and touch. Chris will be able to give hand jobs and blow jobs if he wants to but he's going to be responsible for all clean up. I think he's going to be eating more cum than he realizes. I know from experience that guys might say they're going to eat cum but once they've cum themselves they loose all desire. I'm hoping that since Chris shouldn't be able to get any release he'll stay horny and hungry the whole week. Gwen is being told to put the hard push on, which isn't too hard to get her to do. She's liking our budding little sissy just fine, thank you very much. She really wants Chris to become her sissy sweetheart. We'll see. Frustrating for both of them will be bath time. They are going to be giving each other sponge baths for the week. I love the idea of them touching and rubbing like that with little hope of doing anything about it. I wonder how long Chris will be able to hold out before he starts touching Gwen's cock? I think he's going to suck cock, we'll see. I think that's going to be a fun week. While they're sharing a bed in Boston. Laura and I are going to be sharing one in Vegas for the week. We're going to have the best time. We've got major spa time scheduled. The house has to be empty for the renovations. They started stripping the spare bedroom today. I'm paying extra to get everything done by the time we get back. He looks so cute. I want to fuck him tonight. I want him down on all four begging for it. God that makes me so hot. I love fucking his ass. I can see why guys love ass fucking. It's a power trip. I'll let him fail to get hard on, humiliate him a little, then start playing with his ass until he begs me for it.' Sara was so horny tonight and so was I. I didn't have on my chastity as she helped me pull down the gaff. My little pee pee looked so pathetically inadequate. I can never remember it being this small. I must've been kidding myself for all these years. I'm tiny. We kiss, and Sara reaches for my cockette. To avoid disappointing her I move instead to start fore play. I start to lick her breasts, her beautiful breasts. Slowly I work my way down her holy body. I lick and suck and lick and suck and finger Sara crazy. She pivots around to move into a sixty nine position. Her warm mouth starts on my failing cockette. I'm buried up to my nose when I feel the warmth and wetness of her mouth surround my toy cock. She stops, "Is there something the matter?" "No! No honey! I...I've just been having a little trouble lately. I'm not sure. I really want to fuck you. Can I use the strap on or the vibrator?" I'm dying inside. "I really want a cock." disappointed. "Go put on the strap on." Putting aside the shame I feel for failing, I hurry to the closet to try and salvage something out of this mess. At least if I can fuck her good with the dildo, she'll get some pleasure. I can't fail totally tonight. I hurry back to the bed and try to take up my position. "Go and get the second harness from the closet. " Sara says. I run back to the closet and gather the second set up and bring it back to bed and hand it to Sara. She places it on the night stand and motions me to her. We fuck with the strap on for about twenty minutes when Sara signaled me to stop. She climbs from the bed and puts on the second harness. "You know what to do." she says to me. I do to and hurry onto all fours, with my ass in the air. "I guess you do know what to do. Are you a little horny tonight?" "Yes baby I am." " Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes, yes, yes. Please fuck me. Please. I am so horny baby. I need it." I don't care. I need it. "Ready to accept your place? "Oh yes miss, ready." I have no idea what she's talking about. Does it matter? "Sexually men serve one purpose, to fuck well. Can you fuck well?" she's rubbing my ass hard, driving me into pulsations. I hesitate to answer so she slaps me hard on the ass and repeats her question, "I said do you fuck well?" "No miss, I don't fuck well." "No you don't. So if you're no good sexually in the bedroom, what good are you?" She pulls my ass cheeks apart and starts to rub a well lubed finger up and down and all around my ass. She's lubing the entrance to my ass and pushing her finger in more and more. I'm moaning. "You might have been born a male but you're no man are you?" "No, no miss I'm no man." "Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want more than my finger inside you? Do you?" "Yes please! God yes miss. I need you to fuck me." "You're no man are you?" "No miss no." she starts to rub the cock head up and down my ass, pushing harder and harder against my rosebud. I so want it. I'm craving it like a baby craves the teat. She's so right. I'm no man. I want her to fuck me. Fuck me like the whore I really am. "So then if you're no man what are you? I'll tell you what you are. You're my sissy. That's what you are. My sissy. Are you my sissy?" "Yes miss yes. I am your sissy. I am." I meant it. She eases the faux cock inside me. "Yes! Yes! Yes miss. Fuck me, fuck your sissy! Fuck your sissy." "Do sissies fuck or do they get fucked?" slowly pushing harder. "They get fucked miss." "That's right. They get fucked." pushing in the full length. My squeals of pain delight her. "Ow. Ow. ow." escapes from my mouth, only bringing a satisfied chuckle in response from Sara. She pulls back and then pushes forward. More squeals. "What do sissies get Chrissie?" "They get fucked miss." I choke back, fighting to hold off the tears of pain I'm feeling. She's using a much bigger and thicker cock than she's ever used before. I feel like I'm about to be split. "That's right Chrissie, they get fucked. Do you like being fucked Chrissie?" "Yes miss, yes miss I do." the pain just made me want her to stop. "Chrissie? Tell me which you prefer. Would you rather be fucked up the ass, like I'm doing to you right now, which makes me very happy." The back and forth is getting easier and my squeals are down to moans. "Or trying to fuck like you do and leaving me totally unsatisfied?" "I'd rather be fucked miss." "You'd rather I fuck you then you try and fuck me?" "Yes, yes miss." I'm so bad at fucking. "What kind of man would rather have his girlfriend fuck him, then him fuck his girlfriend?" "I...I don't know miss." "A sissy honey, a sissy. Now say it." "A sissy." "What are you then Chris?" Swallowing my pride and beginning to accept the big fake cock I answer, "A sissy miss." "Right Chris, you're a sissy. You're not a man. Say it." "I'm not a man." surrendering my ass. "If you're not a man, what are you?" She truly enjoyed forcing things out of my mouth "I'm a sissy miss." "Say the whole thing." "I'm no man miss, I'm a sissy. Your sissy." "You fail me as a man. As you yourself say, you're not a man. All you have to offer me is your devotion. Isn't that right?" "Yes miss yes, my devotion," I grunt. "If your devotion fails then you fail. Say it." "If my devotion fails then I fail." I repeat through clenched jaws "Say it again." "If my devotion fails then I fail." "Again." "If my devotion fails then I fail." Getting it now. It's sinking in. "Who do you belong to?" "I belong to you." "What are you?" "I'm your sissy." "Good girl." As she's picking up the pace she slides a small eight by ten mirror under me, in front of my cockette. Ten minutes in, I'm calling out "I'm going to cum." "Tell me what you are." "I'm your sissy." "Tell me again." "I'm your sissy." Sara picks up the pace and soon I'm shooting off. Sara keeps fucking me. And fucking me. For about another twenty minutes she fuck's me. I'm getting real sore and say so. "I'm getting sore." She pulls the mirror out from under me and looks at it and smiles before handing it to me, all the while keeping up a slow, steady pace. I see I came all over the mirror. "Lick the mirror clean. When the mirror's clean I'll stop. Not a moment sooner." I take hold of the mirror and put it down in front of me. My ass is getting really sore from the large dildo, but I have no stomach to lick up my own cum. "I can fuck like this all night. Remember when I can't I can always hook you up to the machine and just leave that going." She's won. I close my eyes, bow my head and take a lick. Warm, salty and gooey are my impressions. I fight back my gag reflex and swallow. Gathering myself I take my second lick. Same as the first, another gag reflex. The third is the hardest yet as I get the most cum, but the reflex is the weakest yet. I lick and lick until she's satisfied. Stopping and pulling out she says to me "What do you say?" "Thank you miss for fucking me." "And what else? What else did you just get to do?" Responding to my quizzical look. "... with the mirror?" "Thank you miss for letting me lick the cum off the mirror." "Good. I have some news for you. We're having some work done in here. You knew that I was thinking of doing a few things. Well the carpenters are coming tomorrow and we need to clear out for the week. You're going to spend the next week at Laura's with Gwen. Laura and I are going to Vegas. You can pack a bag in the morning for the week." "Thank you miss." I am sore. I'm sure I've over packed but what can I do? I had so many new things to pick from. I'm excited to be spending the week with Gwen. I'm packed and ready to go. Sara says, "We need to put on your chastity. Why don't you come to the bedroom." "Yes miss." I see a new leather belt with an unmistakable butt plug. I must be staring at it as Sara says, "That's it right there. That's your new belt. I got it just for this week. Here let me show you how it's going to work. This belt is special as you can see. Since you can't be trusted on your own this belt will take the choice out of your hands. You asked me to let you buy those panties with the dildo built in so I can't imagine you should mind wearing a butt plug to guarantee me your fidelity right?" "Yes miss." "Step into it like this. Then pull it up. I lubed the plug, I imagine you'll want to do the same. Bend over it's easier that way. Now just slowly force the plug up inside you like this." I feel it pop into place. "Now it's secure. After the plug is in place you slide you're pee pee through here like this and snap this part shut. The lock goes right through here and you're done." I feel like a controlled animal. "You and Gwen will be sharing her bed. With the two of you sleeping together, I'm sure some things are inevitable. So you're going to be allowed to do whatever you want. The belt is going to keep you from doing all the things I don't want you to do. You have one rule and that is you have to eat all cum. All of it. Gwen is under the strictest orders to make sure that you do. So you don't have to do anything. If you don't want to eat cum, then don't do anything with Gwen and you won't. Just know that if you do then you'll be swallowing. All of it. It's completely up to you. Now as to the bathroom..." I don't know what to think anymore. I don't think too much anymore. Thinking gets me into trouble. It's easier to just keep quiet and go along with what I'm told. Sara just got back from Vegas and now she's going right back again. I miss Sara so much when she's gone. I can't stand it. I feel like a big part of me is ripped away. She's going with Laura this time. While they spend the week in Vegas, I'll be spending the week with my new best friend, who just happens to be a drag queen. I cried last night after she told me. I don't think she heard me, thankfully. 'I could hear him sobbing in the bathroom last night. Music to my ears. I'm surprised by my lack of empathy for Chris. I feel so free. I don't have to pretend to care. I do with him exactly as I wish and I have no guilt about it whatsoever. I feel like a primitive before the missionaries show up to teach me about guilt. He deserves this, and I deserve this. He's just so lucky he has me. I love him, I do. I just love torturing him. He's forgotten all about his mother's birthday. I haven't. His sister called him to remind him and ask him what he wanted to do for her birthday. I had him call her back when I knew she wasn't home and leave her a message. "Hi it's me Chris. I'm just way too busy right now to even begin to think about that. I"ve got to think about my needs first. Thanks for calling, bye." I want the message to be vague enough that he won't have any idea what he's calling about and insulting and selfish enough to piss his sister off. I think my message should accomplish both. He's getting so good at reading my scripts and following direction. When he does speak with someone directly on the telephone I am always on the other end. He looks intently to me for what to say, paying much greater attention to reading my lips than to what the caller is saying. He's actually spoken with his brother and sister and had only a basic understanding, and I mean basic, idea what they talked about. We've practiced by having me listen, speak a response into his ear and have him repeat it into the mouthpiece. He's done a lot of that kind of thing to great humiliating effect. He just doesn't know the full effect yet. I'll make him practice something like the phone call to his sisters machine for an hour or so. I keep giving him direction and he goes back to the bedroom and works on it. I make him practice until he has just the right amount of gay inflection in his voice. I'll make him say it again and again until he sounds completely natural. I think it's wonderful training for him as well. He's learning to speak like a fag. I contacted his sister, telling her she won a free dinner party for ten at my restaurant, a five hundred dollar value. I gave her some bs about a promotional thing through her cell phone provider. She didn't care about how she won only that she had won. Soon enough she's having her Mom's birthday party at Daedylus. "What a godsend." were here very words. We'll have them seated in the private room. Laura can wire that room and the bar for audio and video. We'll have the 'chance' encounter happen at the bar. Then we can watch and listen in to the family's reaction in the private room. Hopefully we can get some good, hostile reacting from his family. We can use that again to help isolate and push him further. The bar scene is going to be priceless. The plan is for Chris, Gwen and two of Gwen's more 'outgoing' friends to meet for drinks at Daedylus. Purely by chance, Chris and his three outwardly gay friends are just going to happen to be sitting at the bar when Chris' family comes by on the way to their seating. Hijinks ensue. I arranged this on a Tuesday night because it's the slowest night of the week. I'm expecting high drama. I only wish I could be there. "We have all the right things. I could put a little lapel camera and microphone on Gwen. I could set that up so we could watch it on the notebook. Picture will be only okay but the sound should be good." said Laura The fun is, after Chris' family unloads on him, and they will, he'll find comfort in the arms of his three male companions. Gwen is under the strictest orders to make sure all video and audio equipment is fully functioning anytime there's any activity in the house. Maybe if Chris is down enough he might end up in a male orgy. I want that film. Speaking of film, we have such brilliant footage we 're thinking of setting up a pay website. We have so much content we can add daily. I think it's a good way of starting a buzz for our little project. We don't need the money so we're talking about donating all the proceeds from the website to some appropriate charity. The other thought is to use the money to establish a trust for our struggling artist friends. Chris has already signed all the appropriate releases anyway.' I've never known such confusion and frustration as I have these past two days. Being with Gwen has been like one big slumber party. She's so very affectionate, which is driving me crazy. I've only had the chastity belt off four times since Sara helped me into it. I'm trying to keep my intake down to liquids so I don't have to endure the embarrassment of ringing the neighbor. On my first visit Miss Meaghan told me she wanted me to call before coming over. I had to tell her to my great embarrassment that I wasn't allowed to dial the phone without Sara's approval. "I see," she pondered for a moment before saying, "Sara told you that you needed to obey me correct?" "Yes miss." "Then I think you need to find a way to do both." "Yes miss." "Good. Then after I say you can come over you are to come to my front door and kneel outside it. Don't knock. I'll let you in when I'm ready. Understand me?" "Yes Miss Meaghan." "Then I want you to ask me very politely to remove your chastity and let you relieve yourself. I want a different reason for why you wear the chastity each time too. Then when I approve, you crawl on your knees to me and I'll take off your belt. After I remove your belt, crawl on your knees to the bathroom, leave the door open and go. When you're done clean the entire bathroom from your knees and crawl back to me. Beg me for the return of your belt and you're done. The one most important rule for you t remember is that you are never to rise from your knees when in my apartment. Do you understand?" "Yes miss." So going to the bathroom sucks. I figured out a way around my phone dilemma. I have Gwen call and ask Miss Meaghan. She's fine with that. If I could crawl on my hands and knees, that would be so much better, but having to crawl around upright on just your knees is really unpleasant. The sponge bath this morning was maybe the most erotic moment of my life, like I was stepping into the forbidden garden. Slow circles made with a hot and soft sponge had me bursting. I was almost glad I was wearing the chastity. Gwen couldn't tell how turned on I really was. The past two days have been like one on going slumber party. We're having fun day and night. I never knew doing girly things could be so much fun. We've been playing dressing up, trying on different make ups, giving each other facials, manicures and pedicures. We gave each other hot oil hair treatments last night. My hair, which is getting quite long, feels as smooth as silk. I love wearing our teddies, watching 'Queer as folk', and sharing some non fat frozen yogurt, like last night. When we go to sleep is when the trouble starts. The week was finally ending. "I'm sorry Laura, he just won't do it. He just won't. I know he's unbelievably frustrated. You can just read it in his eyes. So am I! He loves kissing and cuddling and his hands do wander, but then it's like he thinks about what he's doing and he pulls back," says Gwen. "So does he say why?" "It's the cum. He's afraid of having to eat cum." "Good." "Good?" "Good. Yes." "How?" "Stop asking me questions." "Sorry dear. Shall I keep trying with Chris?" "No you can ease up. Still be very affectionate, just less sexual. Are you all set for tomorrow night?" "Yes all set. Destiny and Dani are going to meet us at Daedylus at about seven." "They're up for some drama?" "Always. Wait until you see what Destiny has done with her hair. She's dyed her hair a dark purple, mohawked it, and wears it up, ratted and sprayed with small braids mixed in. She looks outrageous. Dani is coming as a boy in a bodice." "Fantastic. He's such a fag." "Things will go great tomorrow. Don't worry." "Gwen dear, if things do not go well, it isn't me that will have something to worry about. If this doesn't go well for some reason. Problems in the restaurant, problems with the equipment, I don't care. If this doesn't go well, we'll be taking a ride up to the cabin." Shivers down Gwen's spin at the sound of those dreaded two words, 'the cabin'. As much as she was falling for Chris, she feared Laura's wrath above all else. She would betray the messiah himself before she would betray Laura. She knew this was all just the tough medicine Chris needed. Eventually he would realize she had to do it all for his own good. Gwen never ever wanted to see that awful place again. 'I ain't never going back to the cabin again.' "Gwen there's ecstasy in my jewelry box on top of my bureau. Take eight pills with you tomorrow night. Give Chris one at six. Offer Destiny and Dani hits when they show up. Don't take one yourself. Got it?" "Yes. Give Chris his ecstasy at six. Offer Dani and Destiny some but don't take any myself." "Good." Gwen, Dani, Destiny and I were at the bar at Daedylus having the best time. I had no idea of the drama that was going to unfold. Gwen and I took ecstasy before we came out and I can feel it kicking in. The plan is to have drinks, get a little something to eat, then later Gwen and I will leave for the airport to pick up Sara and Laura. Simple. Nothing is ever simple. We all look absolutely Devine tonight. I love the way Gwen and her friends talk. I never would have felt comfortable using a phrase like 'absolutely Devine' with my nasty old friends. I never realized how hanging around for all those years with those bastard's limited even my choices of phrasing. Bastard's. I hate those guys. Turning from such dark thoughts I look at my companions tonight and I realize I love them. As much as I hate my old friends, I love my new friends that much more. We're laughing and giggling, drawing the approving glances and nods from the surrounding hip dinner crowd. Again I drift away in a thought. This time I realize me and my friends here are the color. We are the people that make the hip part of the city hip. These good young, socially liberal, affluent diners pay good money for the privilege to live in a neighborhood where they can see four young, sexually ambiguous, gender bending people cavorting at a bar. Destiny is a trip on to herself. I can't get over the guts she's got to live life as she does. In heels, I say she must be six four, almost six five. Her mohawk stands about ten inches higher. Four or five small braids lay to the right side. Her make up is as fantastic as it is dramatic. I can't even begin to count the different colors she's used. Unbelievable. She's a six five, purple mohawked drag queen and she's loud. Did I mention she's loud? She's loud and hysterical. Dani is such a fag, he's wonderful. Destiny's best friend. Dani is a rail thin, six one, pretty boy German. He's such the boy in make up and tonight he's the boy in the make up wearing a bodice. He looks so elegant and kinky at the same time. He does such a wonderfully understated job on his make up. Such a contrast with the outrageous Destiny. Dani doesn't necessarily look like him, but he totally reminds me of 'Austin' in season one of 'Project Runway'. I can't help but pay attention to his oversized gestures. I'm fascinated watching how he stands with his hands on his hips, the way he naturally bends at the wrist, the way he gestures with his hands, the way he spins on his heels, his stance or stances really. He's a fascinating person to watch. Gwen looks as marvelous as always. She's going for Edie Sedgwick and I think she nailed it. Over sized hoops, sunflower eyelashes. We used some temporary dye to turn her hair white, She's wearing a short and simple black with white piping mini dress and a pair of go go boots. She looks great as always. When I asked why temporary dye, she said "I would never dare do something drastic or permanent to my hair without Laura's approval. Never." I was nervous about leaving the house tonight. I've worn make up in the club never out in public like tonight. Gwen did my make up. She's drawn in thin arches for eyebrows, covered me with foundation, powder and blush. She lined my lips in a cinnamon color, doing my lips in a soft neutral rose. I'm starting to like the taste of lipstick and the covering feeling from foundation. She's kept my eyes simple, brown liner and mascara with a little earth tone eyeshadow. I love the way I look but I am nervous about being in public. Was nervous. Once we all got together at the restaurant I realize I had nothing to worry about. I was tame compared to my companions. Besides we are in a completely friendly environment. Beyond a friendly environment, we are stars here. We, are the ones, that belong here. We, are the beautiful people. That was when all hell broke out. "Chris? Chris? Is that you?" my sister's voice. Turning to see, much to my surprise, it is my sister. " Hi...what are you doing here?" "I'm here for Mom's fiftieth birthday party. What are you doing here?" "I'm just here for drinks with some friends," I stutter out, still in shock. My sister's surprise turns instantly to rage. "Here for drinks with friends?! Are you fucking kidding me? Are you wearing make up? My God what the hell is going on here? Who are these people? This is what you were too busy doing? Hanging out with these...these people. Who are these people Chris? Are these the people that converted you? You know it's wrong Chris, homosexuality. It's wrong. It's a sin. A mortal sin. It's in the Bible Chris, you know that. You chose hanging out with these perverts over your mother's birthday party?" "You don't know us well enough to call us perverts, bitch," says Destiny. "What the hell are you wearing Chris? Is that a blouse? You look like a faggot, Chris, an honest to God faggot. Chris are you some kind of faggot now? Have you turned fag Chris? Oh my God , you have haven't you? Don't lie Chris. Don't lie. Oh my God you've gone and converted." "Sis, these are my friends, Gwen , Dan..." Cutting me off, she says "This is what was more important than your mother's birthday? What the fuck are you doing? Why are you wearing make up? Do you know our family is going to be here in a minute?" As she's ranting, my brother in law comes up alongside my sister, "Honey what's the matter?" before looking at me, "Jesus Christ Chris, is that you? What's going on here. Joanne what the hell's going on here?" "Well apparently my little brother here has become a little fucking faggot." "Hey, hey, be nice, be nice," says Destiny. My brother in law turns his attention to Destiny, "Why don't you just stay out of this alright? Who are you anyway? What the fuck are you, you fucking freak. Chris, who are these people?" "They're his friends David, they are his friends. Apparently they're more important than his family." "What the hell is all over his face? Chris what the hell happened to your face?" "He doesn't have eyebrows that's what. Oh my God my brother is a fucking queer. I can't believe you would do this. What are Mom and Dad going to think? Our entire family is on it's way." "He doesn't have eyebrows." my brother in law states incredulously. "He really doesn't have eyebrows. Your brother has gone queer Joanne. He's a fucking homo." "Why don't you two back off." jumps in Gwen. "Leave him alone." forces in Dani "He's a better person than you'll ever be you troglodyte." Destiny says to David. David lunges for Destiny, not knowing Destiny's past includes time as a navy seal. Fortunately for David in the scrum that follows he doesn't make it to Destiny. Too bad, I like the idea of David meeting Destiny and getting his ass kicked. The pushing and shoving stops when my mother's voice calls out. "Chris?" After a long strained silence, "Hi mom." "Chris what's going on? Who are these people and why are you dressed like that? Are those women's pants? They look like women's pants. Chris are you wearing heels? Lift up your pant leg." Slowly I lift my pant leg to show the two inch heel. "What's going on here? I'm confused. Chris why are you dressing like a woman? Are these people with you Chris?" "They're my friends mom, this is Dani..." before my sister cuts me off again. "Mom," my sister starts, "I came up to the bar and found Chris sitting here with his gay friends, all dolled up, like it's Barbie's big play day." "You shouldn't assume we're gay just because we might look gay," says Destiny. "Are you gay?" asks my mother. "Well yes. But that doesn't mean she should assume we are." "Will you please shut up? I mean what the hell are you anyway a man or a woman?" "That'll cost you to find out honey and you look like the cheap kind." More lunging back and forth. "Chris are you wearing make up?" I nod yes. "Are you gay Chris?" she asks. "Of course he is mom, just look at him. He's fucking gay alright. A mortal sin too you know. You know you're going to hell don't you?" "Ease up Reverend Falwell." Dani says to my sister "You can stay the fuck out of this you little pansy." "You shouldn't use a trowel to apply your make up." "Bitch!" "Tammy Faye!" "Chris are you gay?" my mother repeats. There's lots of bickering and back and forth between the groups. Quickly my family's size swells with arrivals. Uncles and Aunts, the exasperated bartender, the manager, and finally my father. "What the hell is going on here?" My mother goes to him sobbing and points to me. His confusion quickly turns to rage with nasty hate filled words filling the air. My father comes towards me and without a word cold cocks me. I stumble back on my heels, tripping. My head hits the bar and a large gash opens. Restaurant personal grab my father and restrain him. "Call 911," the manager says to the bartender. "Report an assault." "No!" I call out as I make my way to my feet with the assistance of my friends. "Don't call the police." "No? Are you sure? We have plenty of witnesses and we have security tape too?" "No. I don't want you to call the police." "How can you do this to your mother? On her birthday no less. Is that how we raised you? I raised you to be a man, not some fucking sissy." My father still ranting away. "No, no police," I say to the manger with finality. "Your party is cancelled. There is no refund. Please leave. All of you or I'll call the police and report you as a nuisance, now go." As my friends cared to my gaping wound, I watch my family shuffle noisily out the door. Father, mother, sister, aunts and uncles, cousins all walk out the door. I can't help but wonder if they are all walking out of my life once and for all. Is this be the last time I see them? "Baby, I'm sorry but you're going to need stitches." "We'll take him to the emergency room. You go to the airport," says Destiny. "Are you sure?" "Absolutely. We take care of our own," Dani says to me with a warm smile. I love these guys.