It wasn't easy being a divorced father of a teenager...especially one who went to the school you taught at.
Ethan Andrews found himself being the bad guy whenever she stayed in his apartment. Mom didn't ask where she was going, Mom didn't criticize how she dressed That was her retort whenever he tried to be a good parent. He restrained himself from pointing out other things that Mom didn't do. Like keep her wedding vows. She was the one who had committed adultery, asked for a divorce....and he was the bad guy.
That was the irony of this situation that was not lost on him. When he was courting her, she had found his poetry and love of literature romantic. But then she left him for a man who used power tools and watched football...a real macho type. She'd even questioned his manhood during the divorce proceedings. And now...he had none. It scared him more than he wanted to admit...especially after the doctor's examination revealed the extent of the change and he wasn't sure what to do. At least her mother agreed she should stay with him till this was sorted out. Or maybe she just didn't want to deal with the embarrassment.
Meanwhile, his daughter was more bratty than usual about it. She seemed more focused on how this was going to ruin her reputation or her social life. And his pointing out enough people in town were dealing with it, and she should show some empathy had been met with more whining. He should have fought for full custody instead of shared. Her mother had turned his little girl this way, turned her against him.
He wished he could have shared this with his friend and co-worker, Lydia...she was usually a good sounding board, but she'd called out sick today. And he'd been so distracted and anxious, he could barely concentrate on his teaching all day.
He closed the door to his room and loosened his pants, which had felt increasingly tight all day, and pulled them off, revealing the panties he was wearing. Then his shoes and socks. He sat there for a moment before peeking under the panties, confirming what was still there. Or rather what was not. He looked at it for a long while, wondering what was in store for him. Unlike some of the others, he wasn't deluding himself into thinking this was going to magically reverse itself.
The door opened as he was lost in thought, gazing downward. "Like....oh, my god, Abby....can't you knock?" He said, shrilly.
