Gary Young

You step out of the taxi, two blocks from your destination. You're already starting to sweat as you nervously reach down, reassuring yourself for the hundredth time that the ring is still in your pocket. Tonights the night. After two years you're finally going to propose to her.

The cool night air does little to stop the nervous sweating as you move along the busy street toward the restaurant where she's waiting for you. You rub your hands on your trousers to wipe the sweat away and, once again, feel the small box containing your future thats nestled in your pocket.

A few doors down from the restaurant you stop, taking in your reflection off a shop window. You quickly run your hands through your shoulder length red hair, take a moment to smooth out your button up shirt and gently pull the waist of your trouser up. You're fairly average looking all around, but she seems to like that about you.

Another few feet and you are standing at the door of the restaurant. You take a final deep breath to steady yourself and try your best to adopt a casual demeanor. As far as she knows, this is just a standard dinner date. Your left hand once more touches the ring case in your pocket as you open the door.

For a moment your blinded by a flash of light, but its not the restaurant lights as youd thought. Your vision clears and you find youself standing outside in broad daylight. Before you is an elaborate wrought iron gate, flanked by tall statues of lipstick. Across the top of the gate is a sign that looks like a flowing ribbon that, in a girlish script, spells out the word "SissyLand!"

The gates swing open invitingly. Confused at where you are and how you got here, you step forward cautiously. You call out nervously but the only response is the gates slamming shut behind you. You turn quickly, only to find those very gates have vanished and you are now trapped in what appears to be a very girly and feminine amusement park. A nearby map kiosk shows you how the park is divided, however there don't seem to be any exits marked. Your girlfriend is waiting for you so . . .