Face the music.

You decide you have to take responsibility for once in your life. You have to stand tall and firm and accept the consequences. You put away Brandi's clothes after washing them thoroughly. You don't sleep a wink imagining what will happen when mom and dad see what's left of the house. You hope your harried look will engender even an ounce of sympathy, but that had never been your dad's best quality.

You put on your nicest once a year church clothes and wait downstairs, ready to step up as a man. That is until you see your father's furious expression the moment he sees the first tell tale signs of destruction. Implementing Plan B you run into your mother's arms crying, "Mommy it was terrible! These masked men broke in and ransacked the house! I thought they were gonna kill me! I think it was an Asian gang! I heard their voices and they sounded...Asian!"

Your mommy's normal expression of soft sympathy is replaced with a hard mask of disappointment, maybe even disgust. She swallows a sob, fighting back tears before saying evenly, "You know I expected you to go sissy one day...even hoped for it. And I know at your age experimenting with **** is tempting and exciting. I can even see how you were misled by some 'bad boy' like Dirk and led down the wrong path. But, Barbie, how could you lie to mommy like that?"

You stumble back, sputtering, sobbing, falling to your knees. She knows Dirk's name! She knows about the **** and the dick and the dress up games! She knows your sissy name! She knows everything. Your father pull you up by the scruff of your neck. "Quit sniveling, you little sissy shit! Did you really think we'd leave you home alone without a camera watching you at all times?! The most insulting part of all this is you thinking I'm stupid enough to trust you. Well that won't happen again. From now on, you are an indentured servant! And you will be until you pay back every penny it takes to repair this damage and replace what you stole...with interest!"

You look fearfully into his eyes, not daring to cry. You know anything you could say to defend yourself would only make matters worse. Your life is over, you only hope you can take down the dirtbag that ended it with you. "Yes, Daddy, whatever you say Daddy. Uhm...will Dirk be able to help pay it back too? I have his address if you need to find him."

Your father smiles, it makes Dirk's smiles seem warm in comparison. "Oh don't you worry you're pretty little head about that. He'll also pay back every penny, you both will. But you both owe 100% of the debt. And whoever pays it back first, goes free. Second place...well..." he trails off as if it's a fate too horrible for even him to imagine...

Your life is about to become a living Hell...and then it could get worse than that?! You vow to beat Dirk at this twisted game whatever it takes.