I woke up that morning with my head in the pillow as usual, but as I started to rise up, a horrible pain ripped through me, from my butt all the way through my body. I groaned and flopped back down onto the king-sized bed. I felt my face redden, as I thought of the reason for the pain, my house keeper, Louis Raven; a tall, fit man, with shortish black hair and bright green eyes. I sighed and prodded on ways I could tell L...

This is based on a dream I had. I grew up with a gay dad, so I admit, I wasn't exactly against gays, but that didn't say I was one. My father wasn't just gay, he was a cross dressing gay. He always went out in a dress, make up and high heels. I have no idea why he fell for my mom, but he did. I guess you could say that because of her, he became bi. As a child, after mom had died, I would ask, "Dad? Why do you dress as a g...