Leave Him

Yes I can.

"FUCK YOU!" You scream at the top of your lungs. "You womanizing sexist piece of shit! I hate you and your puny dick! You should be ashamed to even show that thing to anyone. You don't even cum like Jack - he's a real man!"

Bob punches you in the face. As someone who's never been punched before, you crumple on the floor and start crying like a baby, holding your burning face with your hands.

You get scared when it looks like he's going to kick you, but he thinks better of it.

"Get the fuck out of here." He whispers, trying to control his rage. "If I ever see you again, you'll regret it."

Sobbing, you wish you could think of something to say to make him feel even worse, but you can't.

When you sit in your car you realize that not only are you still dressed like a girl, but your dick is still trapped. But you can't work up the courage to challenge Bob again. Instead, it's going to be much easier to tell your father. Maybe if I behave like a good girl he can help.