A Father's Double Life

I guess for my father, maybe I was becoming a little too much like the woman of the house. One night, I lay asleep in my bed, when my father came up to my room and awakened me. It was about one in the morning and of course, Robin and Wendy were sleeping as well. “Michael, wake up.” he whispered loudly into my ear while shaking me lightly. “What’s going on?” I asked, as I sat up on an elbow, while rubbing my eyes with my other hand. “Get out of bed and come downstairs.” “Why?” “I’ve got something that I want to show you, so get up.” After making sure I was awake and getting up, my father headed back downstairs. Still half asleep, I pushed my covers back and slowly got out of bed. I then grabbed my robe and blindly found my way downstairs. After arriving into the living room, he approached me, “Go take a shower and wash up good.” “Why do I have to take a shower in the middle of the night?” “Don’t ask a bunch of questions; just do what I ask you to.” “Well, I need to go back upstairs and get a change of underwear.” “No you don’t, just take a shower, okay?” “Okay dad.” After being fully awakened by the water of the shower hitting my face, I bathed myself thoroughly as my father had asked of me, but was wondering why I needed to take a shower for him to show me something. After turning off the faucet and exiting the tub, he came to the door and cracked it open. “Make sure to put some powder between your legs.” “Okay dad.” It was at this point that I knew something wasn’t right with the chain of events that was taking place. I became frightened while I patted my face dry with the towel and then dried the rest of my body. As my father requested, I rubbed baby powder between my legs, but was stalling. I knew something was wrong and wasn’t anxious to leave the bathroom. “What is going on?” I thought to myself. “What is my father about to do to me?” Those questions would be answered soon enough as he came yet again to the bathroom door. “What’s taking you so long? Come on out of there.” “Okay dad, I’m coming.” I put my robe on and opened the door while turning off the light. He grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. The lights were off, but the room was dimly lit by the use of a night-light plugged into the wall. As we walked in, he closed the door behind us. (what would happen next)