Dhani couldn't believe what he was seeing. His father, who for so long had been his hero and the epitome of manliness, was now wearing women's underwear and applying make-up. Dhani wanted to vomit in disgust. He was about to charge into the bedroom and put a stop to this insanity, but he heard the bathroom door open and close. Ringo Starr, his father's best friend and Dhani's "uncle" walked in. He was stark naked. Ringo put his arms around George's tiny waist. "Oh my," he said, resting his chin on George's shoulder. "Who's that pretty girl in the mirror?"
George giggled. "Me!"
Ringo smiled and kissed his cheek. "Who's that pretty girl?"
"Me!"
Dhani looked at his father through his reflection in the mirror. The whorish-shade of bright red lipstick that was painted smoothly on his lips looked so out of place amongst the stubble that he was growing on his chin. His dark eyes were traced with charcol eye-liner and he was wearing about ten-pounds of mascara. It made his eyes look bigger and brighter than usual. Dhani shuddered. It was so gross, so...unnatural...
Ringo reached down and started rubbing in-between George's legs. "Who's that pretty girl?" He asked again. George giggled and moaned, melting back into Ringo's arms. "Me! It's me! I'm the pretty girl."
Ringo whirled George around and sat him up on the vanity. George wrapped his arms around around Ringo's neck and his legs around his abdomen. He crushed his painted lips to Ringo's. They started making out like horny teenagers.
Soon, George pulled away. His lipstick was smeared and all over Ringo's face. "Bed," he panted. Ringo hooked an arm under George's butt and laid him back on the bed. They started kissing again. Ringo's tongue gently prodded George's pleading mouth. George moaned. "Oh Ringsy..." Dhani wanted so badly to run away, but he was rooted to the floor. He wanted to scream for them to please stop, but his voice was stuck in his throat. It was like a horrible accident. He couldn't look away.
"Ringo, fuck me," George begged. He was grinding upward, the lace of his panties rubbing against Ringo's exposed erection, making both of them moan. "Fuck me hard. Make me your bitch!"
Ringo's frantic fingers felt desperately around for George's bra clasp. George undid Ringo's ponytail, dark hair falling down and obscuring their faces. George kept moaning louder and louder. His erection was growing bigger. It was poking through the leg of George's panties. A tiny sound escaped from Dhani's throat. George and Ringo whipped their heads around and saw Dhani's eye staring back at them through the crack in the door. They quickly covered themselves, George crossing his arms over his chest like he had something to hide. "D-Dhani! O-oh my god, I-I..." Dhani didn't stick around to hear it. He jumped up, knocking his soda over, orange pop spilling out over the blue carpet and fizzing. Dhani bolted to his bedroom, slammed the door, and and dove into his bed. He buried his face in his pillow and cried.
"My life is over!" He wailed. What was he going to do? Once his friends caught word of this, it would totally destroy his social life. Everyone would mock him for being the son of a panty-wearing queer. Nobody would hang out with him, he'd never be able to leave house again, and he'll probably die alone. And probably worst of all, that smoking hot bird from his biology class, Diana, would never speak to him again (not that she had before. But Dhani knew that she had the hots for him. He could ifeel/i it). Dhani cried harder.
He cried for nearly a half-hour, then there was a gentle rapping at his door. "Dhani?" His father called softly. "Can daddy come in? He needs to talk to you." Daddy? What the hell was with that? George had never referred to himself as "daddy" since Dhani was five. Ugh, my god, dad is so fucking gay! Dhani thought to himself in despair. "Piss off!" He groaned, his face still in the pillow. George sighed but came in anyway. He was wearing an elegant, pink satin bathrobe. It was tied tightly at his waist, but it hung off his shoulders. All of his make-up had been wiped off, but his lips were still faintly red. He sat down on the edge of Dhani's bed. "Dhani..." He began, lightly laying his hand on Dhani's shoulder. Dhani shook him off. George sighed again.
"Dhani, daddy is so sorry that you had to see that. It wasn't something you were ever supposed to see..."
"No shit!"
"Look, Dhani, I know that you're very angry with me right now, but please don't yell at me..."
"I'm not yelling!" Dhani cried. He turned his head to the side, exposing his face. His face was red and splotchy, snot dripping from his nose and tears spilling from his eyes. George started dabbing his son's eyes with the hem of the robe's sleeve. Dhani's eye flew open.
"Oh no!" He groaned. "Now you're wearing mum's robe, too!?" Dhani started crying harder. George pulled his hand away. "Dhani, I'm so sorry..."
"Sorry about what? That you're a dirty, no-good queer?"
"Dhani!" George gasped, deeply hurt.
"What? It's true!" Dhani wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and glared at his father. "What's so wrong with the life you have now, dad? You have a wife, a son, millions of pounds at your disposal, millions of fangirls who'd drop their panties at the mere mention of your name..." "Dhani..." "What's wrong with it?" "N-nothing, but..." "But what?"
George burst into tears. "But I'm not happy!" He buried his face in his hands and wept. "Oh Dhani, I'm so sorry! I know that it was wrong of me to keep this a secret for so many years, b-but I had no choice!" Dhani stared and watched his father cry. "So...mum and me mean nothing to you?"
"N-no," George sniffled, wiping his eyes. "You two mean the world to me. I love you, and I do love your mother, but I'm just not in love with her." Dhani rolled his eyes, feeling that his father was blatantly lying. "Yeah, whatever." He paused. "I'm sorry that having me got in the way of your fun."
"Dhani, you didn't get in the way of anything. If anyone did, it was Zak." It took Dhani a moment to process that. Zak was born in 1965... "Wait, you've been queer for that long?!"
"I've been queer much longer than that."
"What?!"
"Dhani, I didn't choose to be gay; I was born this way. But me and Ringo have been together since I was about nineteen..."
"WHAT?!"
George nodded slowly. "Believe me Dhani, Ringo and I would've been openly gay if we had a choice, but we didn't. Being gay was illegal at the time, so we swore to secrecy until it was at legal. We dated girls so that no one would figure us out. But... but then Maureen kept pressuring Ringo to have sex with her. And he did, but the condom he wore broke and then..." George shut his eyes and took a shaky breath. "Then Zak happened. Ringo couldn't just abandon her with a baby, so we decided that we'd come out when Zak was eighteen. But then Ringo just kept having more children, and then I had you... It just keeps setting us back a few more years. But it's well worth the wait."
"Damn. Uncle Ringo must've been using some real shitty condoms."
George stared out into space, a dreamy, toothy grin on his face. "With a dick as big as his, it's no wonder they kepy tearing..."
Dhani sat bolt upright then. "Okay, that's it! I've had enough!" He scrambled out of bed and dug out one of his many pairs of sneakers from his closet. "Dhani, w-what are you doing?" George asked nervously. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Dhani snapped as he fumbled into his shoes. "I'm leaving." He stood up and stormed downstairs. He went into the kitchen where Ringo was sitting at the table, sipping coffee and nervously smoking a ciggie. He was wearing George's flannel bathrobe. Dhani glared at him as he picked up his overnight bag and slung it over his shoulder.
"H-hey, Dhani..."
"Shut up, home-wrecker!"
George came in then. He flitted to Ringo's side and threw his arms around him. "Dhani!" He said tearfully to his son. "Don't be mean to Ringo! This isn't his fault." Dhani rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He stomped out of the room and to the front door. George and Ringo ran after him. "Dhani, where are you going?" Ringo asked.
"I'm going back to to Tyler's!" He shouted over his shoulder. He stormed out of the manor and slammed the ornate front door, leaving his father to sob into the chest of his lover.
