“Dad, why the hell would my friends want to hang out with an old dude like you?” That had been my response when my father enquired about joining in on a night out with me and my friends. How I regret my words now.

Last night, dad had once again dressed himself in a dress and fishnets and headed out to the local bar, flashing me a predatory smirk as he left.

In the morning, my friend Jason emerges from dad’s bedroom, tousle-haired and hungover. He avoids my gaze as he gathers his clothes in silence and limps out of the house to begin the walk of shame home, clutching his sore ass. Dad emerges to watches him go with an expression of victory, still dressed in the whorish garb he used to entice and ensnare his prey last night.

“Such a nice young man,” dad sneers back at me. “Another one of your friends who enjoyed hanging out with an old man like me. And such a nice, tight ass on him.”

I can’t believe he's gone this far out of pure vindictiveness - feminised his body, pumped his ass and breasts with silicone, and turned himself into a slut all for the purpose of ass-fucking his way through my Facebook friends list one at a time.

Or occasionally two or three at a time...

He has to be stopped. But how…?