Home for the Revelation

Tim Thompson had never been so happy in his life. In just a few days he had gone from a flea-market-skulking sad sack to a smart, driven man with three girlfriends and a bright future. Yes, he had been **** to sacrifice quite a bit of his masculinity to get it, but after the previous night’s sexual escapades, he was feeling alright with what he had lost.

That afternoon, for example, while waiting for the bus to go home after his classes were done, three women, prefect strangers, all introduced themselves to Tim. Sure, their opening lines were all to compliment his dress, but he’d never received that kind of attention from women before, and he liked it.

At home his sister, Tabby, greeted him with a smile. Having been away for two days, she had been curious about his whereabouts. Of course Tim was discreet about his relationship with his professor, not wanting to cause any difficulties for his new girlfriend, so he just said he was out with friends. She dropped it, but kept smiling, offering to carry his overnight bag up to his room.

“Why are you in such a good mood?” He asked as he followed her down the hallway.

“I didn’t want to say because I wasn’t sure if it was going to work,” she said, her smile intensifying as she turned around outside his door, “but I have a plan to get your car fixed.”

This piqued his curiosity, as taking the bus was a serious drag. He missed the freedom owning a car allotted him, and being driven around by his girlfriends, while it often lent itself to sexual exploits, was no substitute.

“You have the money for the deductible?” He asked.

“Not yet,” she answered, “but almost. Give me another week and I should have it all. Maybe sooner.”

“What? How? Did you get a job?”

“Sort of,” she said cryptically, then began to squeal, “I’m too excited! Let me show you!”

She opened Tim’s door to put his bag inside, then pulled him toward her room. She swung her door open with flourish, then pushed him in before her.

“Tada!”

“What am I looking at?” He asked, looking at the strange set up in his sister’s bedroom. Lights, a microphone, a camera.

“It’s my studio!” She said excitedly, “This is how I’m making the money!

“Exactly how are you making money?” Tim felt nervous. “You’re not doing one of those sites where you show off your body-“

“Oh no, of course not!” She said with a laugh.

“Oh, thank God,” Tim said, leaning on her dresser for support.

“No, dad is!” She leaned out into the hallway, then, “Daddy, you’re almost on!”

“Be right out,” Tim’s father called. There was the sound of someone hurrying around in the master bedroom, and then that door opener.

From where Tim was standing, be could see his father emerge into the hallway, face done up like a whore, wearing a red lace corset, matching panties, and stockings the same colour. In each hand was a dildo.

“I was just practicing,” the older man said as he walked in, “is anyone in the waiting room? Oh,” he paused, noticing his son, “hi Tim!”

“Over a hundred, last I checked,” Tabby said happily, “You’re doing great. And HairyMan799 is in there.”

“Oh goodie!” The patriarch of the family said, placing dildos down in front of the camera, then taking a seat, “He was so generous last time!”

“I know, right?” Tabby said.

“Hold on a second,” Tim said, reeling, “Just what the hell is going on?”

“It’s my new job, just like I said. Daddy’s helping out, of course. He puts on a show, takes some requests, and gets donations.”

“Donations?”

“Money!” Tabby laughed, “And he’s great at it. You know how eager he is to follow orders, after all.”

“People pay to see dad…”

“Do they ever!” She said, “look, I would have the money already, but I had to spend a bit, you know, to keep the customers happy. The dildos,” she indicated the ones that their father had brought in, “and makeup, of course. Those aren’t cheap. But then I bought a few outfits for mom, a few pieces of intimate-wear, like these stockings. Once I started upgrading his appearance, donations increased.”

“How much do you have?”

“I’ve got three hundred left over,” she said, “more than halfway there. Now that he has a bigger viewership, I should have the rest by the end of the weekend.”

“That’s amazing,” Tim said, looking at his dad practicing kissy-faces in front of the powered-down camera. Memories of his father bullying him throughout the years, pushing him around and making Tim feel terrible about himself, all came rushing to the surface. This was never something he would have picked for his dad, but now that the ball was rolling downhill…

“This is excellent work,” he said, “What are you going to do once you’ve paid me back?”

“If it ain’t broke, why fix it?” She said, “I figure we can keep going. It’s a great way for me to earn money while staying in school. He’s good at it, too, and doesn’t mind it at all. Daddy, tell Tim that you like performing for your viewers!”

“I like performing for my viewers,” their dad parroted.

“See?”

Tim did see, indeed. What Tabby was doing was mean, humiliating, but Tim did not care one lick. As far as he cared, his dad could put on porn shows online until the cows came home. He just had one question.

“Can I watch?”