When I was alone with father, there was always things he liked to do which mother would never approv
When I was alone with father, there was always things he liked to do which mother would never approve of, to which she was never to know of. From the violent movies, sports and video games, to exposing me to the occasional magazine or video tape containing topless women that he so liked looking at. Father never knew however, that the opposite was true of mother. There was the song and dance routines, enacting her favorite divas. Watching countless romantic movies, that compelled us to identify with lovestruck heroines, leaving us hopelessly in tears. That mother was a dress maker and makeup artist, what began with halloween costumes, and various odd experimentations where she used me as a model, its was only a matter of time, before I found myself in full makeup appropriate for girls and ever elaborate dress ensembles specifically designed for me. Then there was mother’s love of handsome men, which had just as much enthusiasm for, as father for women. Where quite typical for a boy, I was initially taken aback by experiencing men being depicted in such a way, but in time, mother would subtly expose me to ways of thinking about them, equivalent to how I’d up until that point, i’d only thought about girls. The Masochistic Emasculation Fetish reddit group -- source link
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