Morning started out the usual way. With dad standing in my doorway, yelling at me to get up and go find a job.
I'm not sure when this became a part of our normal routine, but ever since I turned 18 he won't seem to let up on it.
It's kind of embarrassing when I see him red-faced yelling, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and his tighty-whities. Faded yellow stains on the front of his underwear, barely covering his giant bulge.
But over the months I've learned to enjoy my new alarm clock. I can tune out his bellowing just long enough to appreciate the way his whole package moves slightly up and down with his words.
And after taking a few seconds to ponder just how much of that bulge was cock and how much was balls. I finally sat up and answered, "Yes dad, I'm gonna try to find a job today. Gawd!"
"Well you damn well better!" He replied.
"Ya know son, I'm getting pretty damn tired of being the only one who works in this house!"
Under my breath I said, "Maybe if you didn't run mom off you wouldn't be the only one working..."
"What!?" My dad snapped.
"Nothing... Sorry dad." I replied.
With that, he left my room and went back to getting dressed for work.
I know it's not his fault mom left.
And I do feel like I should do more to help him out. He's been on edge a lot lately. Snaps at everything. And spends most nights out drinking before coming home, stumbling to bed, then repeating our morning routine all over again.
I entered the hall to go brush my teeth in the bathroom and I encountered dad headed the opposite way to the front door. As we passed in the narrow hallway I turned my body to face the wall and he turned his towards me, and I felt his crotch brush over my butt cheeks as he squeezed by me. When he reached the door he stopped, looked down at his feet and said,
"I'm gonna go out after work tonight. Won't be back til late..."
I replied, "Ok dad, I'll be here when you get home. I love you."
After he left I finished my morning routine. Shaved my legs smooth, went to my mom's closet and picked out a cute lacy pair of red panties and matching bra and put them on.
One of my favorite things since mom left is that I have free reign of all her sexy lingerie and can dress like the little sissy boi I always fantasized being.
I'm pretty close to her size, and even the bras fit close enough. She never did have very large breasts.
So now I can play dress up every day when dad is at work.
I even get to wear my sexy clothes under my boy clothes when I go outside. It's so exciting knowing I'm keeping this little secret under my normal clothes as I talk to strangers and go to job interviews.
Just so long as I am careful to always wash them and put them back when I'm done so my dad doesn't notice.
I don't actually have any interviews today. I only told my dad that so he would get off my back. I'm taking the bus to the other side of town, to the old book store that sells adult DVDs and toys in the back room.
I never buy anything.
One day I'm gonna work up enough courage (and money) to buy a nice big ten inch realistic dildo that squirts and everything. But for now I just love the rush of standing as close as I can to the men perusing the videos in the back room. Sometimes I can see their dicks jump in their pants and I try not to let them catch me watching. It's an exciting way to spend the afternoon.
The bus ride was uneventful, and there were only two men in the back room the whole time I was there. So I went back home, stripped to my under garments and spent the remainder of the day edging myself while reading sissy porn in my room.
After 4 intense hours I finally released my sissy seed into a sock, then laid down on top of my bed for a quick nap.
I awoke to the sound of the front door opening and noticed the night's darkness in my bedroom window. I heard his steps move toward my doorway and I froze. My bedroom light was still on, door open, and I was lying on top of my blanket dressed in red panties and bra.
My dad leaned against the doorframe of my room, bottle in hand, and paused. Clearly inebriated, I could see him squint his eyes trying to make out the figure before him. After a slight pause he stumbled slowly forward and fell onto the edge of my bed.