Go Inside

It took about ten minutes to get to the building. We found a road that wound up onto the mountainside. Walking in silence, I wondered just what would have happened if we stayed cuddling in the car. My mind flashed the image of my father in my arms, and me whispering into his ear. My cock hard, I said nothing and just kept moving through the snow.

We found a two level hotel of the old design. It looked like something out of an old movie: even the front had a large driveway that one might imagine originally parked carriages. The windows seemed impressive: massive tinted squares that gave the building a sense of being not just old but important.

I suppose I should have said something when dad pushed the doorhandle. I noticed that the handle-- on on each side of a massive arch doorway, looked like a man being fucked from behind by another man. I closed my eyes, wished the strange thoughts that were plaguing me away.

I don’t know if that’s really what was behind the door handle. I began to suspect my mind was playing tricks on me.

The door creaked open.

My dad called hello. No answer. The place was barely lit. I scrambled to find a light switch. It took a minute: I had to reach around behind the reception desk and flip it. Suddenly a whole giant candelabra above shone down on my dad.

A voice that I swore was my dad’s said “I guess that makes me the woman of honor.”

“What?” I said. My dad looked towards me and for a moment he wasn’t just my dad. I could see that he was wearing a blue gown with an open back. He was fully female in that flash. Then the lights went back out.

“If you’re the woman, I’ll be your man,” a voice that sounded like me said.

“What the fuck son,” my dad said. “Why would you say that?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I didn’t-- why would you say you’re the woman.”

“I don’t know….”

There was something creepy about the place. We both just dropped the question. I looked at the pigeon holes behind me. I found that many of them had names: one hole kept mail for Len and Jack, another for someone called The Duchess. There were many other names besides. I also found a set of keys.

“Is anyone here?” my dad called again. No reply. I handed him a keyring for the bottom floor.

“You take bottom,” I told him. “I’ll take top. Let’s find a room we can be comfortable in and settle in.”

“Yes daddy,” I swear I heard my father say in a daddy’s little princess voice. I stared at him. He appeared not to know that he said anything. Then a voice whispered in my head-- your daddy would make a perfect little girl. I’ll bet he loves deepthroating, it said.

I shook my head and began ascending the large wooden staircase spiralling in the center of the room.

My father had already gone off to find his lodgings.