Andy was home for the weekend, tired out.

All he wanted to do was fall into bed. He went to change out of his works uniform, then gasped as he opened the cupboard door…

An absolute sea of pink met his gaze.

“What the fuck…?”

“Ah, there you are, boi”, his father said, behind him. “Get changed; I’ve got some friends coming round from work and we’re going to need you to serve the drinks.”

“Are you taking the piss?”, Andy said.

His father slapped him. Hard.

“I’ve had enough of your shit”, he said. “Blowing money on all sorts of crap; causing problems at work; I’m also disgusted with you for dropping out of university. As far as I’m concerned, you’re not behaving like a man at all, so you must be a boi.”

He threw a pink boob tube with a white heart in the middle and a skater skirt at Andy, as well as a collar with ‘Sissy Boi’ on the front in diamante lettering and knickers and tights.

“Here; get that lot on, quickly. If you take too long, I’ll make you wear high heels as well. Be quick, and you get flats.”

“Sod that!”, said Andy. “I’m off.”

His father knocked him down and stunned him.

Before he knew what was happening, his father had ripped all his clothes off.

“There. Now you have a choice. You can leave, naked, or put that gear on and serve drinks. It’s up to you…”

Andy sadly looked down at his torn and ripped clothes on the floor. There was no way he could put them back on.

What the heck was he going to do? The only thing he could think of was to put the gear on that his dad wanted him to wear, then grab a coat from somewhere and make a run for it. His friend Nikki lived close by; she’d take him in, without being too judgemental about what he was wearing…!

He pulled the knickers on.

“Don’t forget to use the anti-perspirant I left you”, his father called up. “I want you smelling nice as well as looking nice.”

Could this day get any worse…?

Andy picked up the can from the desk that had been converted to a dressing table.

“Sensuality, for Women”, it said.

“Bloody hell…”, he grumbled.

He sprayed himself in the usual places, wincing as the smell hit him. Actually, it wasn’t too bad…

He then slid into the knickers and tights…

Andy’s father looked up as Andy came into the room, properly dressed.

“Ah, there you are, Andrea. Get me a glass of wine, will you?”

Andy flinched at the name change but got his father the wine.

“Oh, by the way”, his father said, “I know exactly what you were thinking, but it won’t work. Your clothing is now locked onto you; If you try and take one step outside the house, the collar you are wearing will give you a massive shock. You’ll also find you can’t talk anymore unless I let you; the collar has paralysed your vocal cords and tongue.”

Andy tried to talk; he then tried to rip the collar off and got a shock for his efforts.

“Behave tonight and I might unlock you”, his father said. “Now, wait over there in the corner. Once people start arriving, you can let them in. They won’t be surprised by you; they are expecting you to serve them. Seeing as you want to work in the hospitality trade as opposed to going to university, I thought I’d give you a hand.”

Andy just whimpered, quietly…

The first of his father’s guests arrived shortly after.

Tom looked Andy up and down. What surprised Andy was he didn’t laugh or ridicule Andy at all.

“She’s cute!”, Tom said. Andy was in shock. Tom then reached out and stroked Andy’s cheek…

Tom was sure Andy really was Andrea, a girl. She even looked the part. It was supposedly because he was so effeminate that his father was doing this, to teach him a lesson.

The rest of Andy’s father’s friends turned up shortly after. They were none the wiser either…

Andy spent the evening looking after them, feeling more and more uncomfortable as the evening went on.

It was an innocuous remark from one of them, saying how pretty he looked, that made him burst into tears and rush out…

Tom caught up with her in the kitchen.

“Hey? Andrea? Are you ok? What’s wrong…?”

Andy had just had enough.

“The name’s not Andrea, it’s Andy!”, he yelled, surprised that he could talk. “My dad dolled me up like this. I’m a man!”

Tom backed off, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

“Ok, easy, easy! You be whomever you want. If you think you’re a man, though, I think you need to get your eyes checked. Men just don’t have curves like yours…”

Andy looked down. For the first time, he realised something was really different about him…

“Dad…!!”

Andy’s father came into the kitchen.

“Ah, you’ve noticed…”, was all he said.

“I didn’t! Tom told me!”, Andy wailed. “When the fuck were you going to tell me that I was a girl…??”

His father just came over and hugged ‘her’, unlocking her collar at the same time.

“You always have been, sweetie. I just made you more aware of it. You’ve always been Andrea, but you liked being called Andy for short. You were always a real tomboy; we thought it was because you grew up with just me after your mum died when you were very young. For some reason, you never seemed to acknowledge that you were a girl.”

“You’ve only started acting really effeminate lately because you just haven’t got the strength to do man things. You’re not ‘limp-wristed’, or gay, you’re just a perfectly ordinary young lady. And quite a beautiful one, too. I just had to force you to be a ‘boi’ so you could see that. It’s just an accident of genetics that you’re slightly flat chested; you can pee standing up for the same reason. However, as Tom has said, your ‘curves’ are definitely female, as are you.”

“Come on, Andrea, join us. It’s no fun without you…”

Both her father and Tom held out their hands…

Timidly, Andrea went back into the living room.

Something inside her had changed, radically.

She was no longer Andy, anymore, but really Andrea. And she loved it.

People were actually fawning over her; Tom was taking a real interest.

She felt loved and cared for. She also realised why her father had done what he did.

He actually cried when she kissed him.

“Thank you, daddy…”