Work-related tension easing up

So here’s the deal: I’m beginning my internship with that same government employer as last year. The salary is fantastic for a college student, even if my colleagues are your typical redneck homophobes (despite one being Jamaican). It helps that I can keep my bisexual identity under wraps; otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have kept the job. To avoid losing my mind and wanting to strangle them, I was considering doing some self-bondage this Friday since I won’t be able to see my tops until later in the month. I’ve got plenty of rope, a pair of leather ankle cuffs that double as wrist restraints, a bullet vibrator, two vibrators total, several hockey sticks for spreading my legs, a pair of stripper-style high heels, and various feminine outfits. With these items, it’s up to you guys to decide the scenario. The only thing I won’t do is go on a walk because my mom’s dogs bark at everything that makes noise. If just one step reveals to my parents that I’m a cross-dresser, they’ll react in the most extreme way possible—like booking an appointment with a shrink.