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TIFU by buying a sexdoll

So, some context. I (18M) have a bad rap with buying things. Whenever I have disposable income, I usually spend it immediately. One night, I think to myself that I’m not getting any action, and I’m tired of using my hand, so I go buy a sexdoll. The sexdoll was one of those torso dolls for like 2-400, but I got one on discount because it was a futa model. Didn’t really think about it at the time, just thought I got lucky getting a better quality doll for cheap. So I am waiting a few weeks, and eventually the day comes when it will be delivered. The issue is, I live with my parents because finding a house on minimum wage is a bitch. Throughout the week I came up with multiple plans and excuses on how to get this thing to my room, and was tracking its progress with the USP shopping app. I was so nervous however, that I forgot to sleep the night prior, so I am dead exhausted. I go and check the app and it says it will come at 7pm, kinda sucks but whatever. So, I decide to take a nap before I get the package, cause I was ready to pass out. Next thing I know my father is screaming my name from downstairs. I run downstairs, and there is my father, with the boxed doll in his hands. Turns out the app was completely wrong, and had delivered it early. Now I need to not only explain why I bought a sexdoll, why I spent so much money, but also why I bought a sexdoll with a dick. I’m too nervous to think straight, and come up with lies and excuses that make no sense. After my shit attempt to fix the situation ended, my father hands the doll to me and tells me to put it somewhere else. I was almost thankful, I thought that was it, a mild lecture and some awkward talks, but no, it got so much worse. I’m called downstairs again, to be told the wonderful news that my father let everyone in the family know. My mother, aunts and uncles, grandparents, everyone. I’m currently having a crisis rn, and don’t know how to fix this situation at all. So yeah, there’s my TIFU story, sorry for rambling for so long.

TLDR: bought a futa sexdoll, father got it before I did, and is now telling everyone about how I might be gay and how I bought a sexdoll.

Edit: in case anyone was wondering what the doll was, this is it

Edit 2: thanks for all of the support, had a talk with my parents and while it was rocky, my dad admitted that he was in the wrong. Also, for all the sexuality questions, I’m into woman, trans woman, and fem guys. If that makes me bi than I’m bi, but I wasn’t very happy that my dad told my family that I was into guys.

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