World’s apart, the time I would spend with my father or mother.There was much father didn&rsqu
World’s apart, the time I would spend with my father or mother.There was much father didn’t know about the time I spent alone with mother. While he had me take up baseball, he never knew that mother liked to indulge in very different things with me. Things which would have been much more appropriate for a girl. While with father I was learning how to throw baseballs, with mother, I was learning how to apply makeup and walk in her high heels. When father cheekily showed me the pictures of scantily clad women, he never knew that mother was exposing me to the naked muscular men in her respective magazines. On my fourteenth birthday, father bought me my first pair of baseball cleats. He never knew that then, mother also bought me my first pair of high heels.As you would expect of a boy of my disposition (and much to father’s disappointment) the cleats would be given to charity when I dropped baseball, while it was the high heels which would secretly remain. Before father moved away, he gifted me his collection of adult magazines. I can’t imagine what he would have thought, if he knew that mother, typically, also gave me hers. And that one of these two collections would remain under my bed, while the other would end up outside in the recycling. The Masochistic Emasculation Fetish reddit group -- source link
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