“Now serve the rest of the beers and remember, you must do exactly as I say if you want to keep your job!”I served the other three boys their beer..., also giving them long looks at of the tops of my boobs – I couldn’t help it! As they looked down my front, I could feel my nipples tingling as they became hard – I was aroused despite myself. I wondered if my nipples had become visible over the top of my bra. Apparently, the boys were becoming aroused too as I noticed a bulge in several of their. She took a few exploratory steps around the room. Her stocking-clad thighs were held together and slid over each other, causing a swishing sound, while her stride was restricted to about twelve inches."Oh, god, this is awful, I can barely move - please, isn't there a wider skirt that I can wear?" she wailed.The look I gave her told her that, no, there wasn't.She groaned and tried to stamp her foot in frustration, but found that even that gesture was now limited by her skirt, as she could no. “We’ll work that out as soon as we can, probably in the next couple of days.”“That’ll be fine,” I said. “But wait till the weekend. I need to be with my dad one on one for a bit. Okay?”“Sure bet, man,” he said.What I didn’t share with them was my feelings regarding the children seeing me. They’d met me and I could tell that they felt uncomfortable around me. I wasn’t sure whether that was because of the way I looked, or because they’d been introduced to me as their father. Logically, I figured. They wanted to talk. They'd seen me being a transvestite whore at the park inorder to pay for dope. (They're worked out the whole scenario.) My mom hadknown that my lingerie bags were somehow related to my perceived drugaddiction, but only today had she figured out how. They were furious, andthey told me to pack my bags, because I wasn't welcome to live with them anymore. They didn't know where I'd go, and they didn't care. They weren't aboutto support a degenerate drug addict slut, especially.