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.