You went to have a couple of mulled wine in the local pub, not knowing that the owner of the pub had asked Santa Claus for a Christmas present in his pub for the customers to see to decorate you as an obedient sissy. Anyway, the Christmas elves probably kidnapped you on your way home, installed a microchip in your head under the scalp, with which they overrode your free, straight young man's will, and you wake up Christmas morning at the foot of the pub host's Christmas tree dressed as a full sissy; even you have stilettos on your feet, i.e. so-called "ballet or bedchamber shoes", which you can't escape from.











