MONDAY in whuch Carl and Juanita discuss how to tell their girls he is a tranny manslut whore.

Well, we figured that the longer we left it, the more likely it was that the news would leak out. Even if Adele kept quiet, sooner or later there'd be another teen party that I'd be the stripper at (Woo woo!) or somebody's Mom would be a customer and I'd be busted. So we decided to bite the bullet that next evening.

Monday afternoon Madison and Mackenzie barreled through the door laughing and shrieking as always. Juanita was still in work and would be for another hour and a half. I was in the kitchen. Both girls kissed me on the cheek as I handed them their coffees, made just the way they like it. They were my girls just being my girls. Madison being cool and sophisticated. Mackenzie shrieking. Both of them sparkling with health, vitality and beauty. I was their Dad just being their totally devoted Dad. I'd been that since the moment they were born. Would I still be that by the end of the night? Or would I be something else? Something more? Would I be their manslut?

"How was school? Did everyone enjoy the party?" I asked.

Mackenzie shrieked. "Oh yeah! Everyone thought the waitresses were heroes for doing what they did. Awesome!"

"What about 'Gizelle, who didn't take it so well'?"

Madison flapped a hand. "Oh her! She 'claims' her Daddy is buying her a pony to make up for the embarrassment."

Mackenzie jumped in "But WE think he dropped his panties for her again when they got home. She was sure walking funny this morning."

I thought about it for a theatrical second and then said "You're kidding."

Mackenzie sighed "Yeah, I'm kidding. Doesn't anything shock you, Daddy Cool?"

Madison, always the calmer of the two, looked me in the eye. "I spoke to Adele."

"Oh yeah." (I could teach 'cool' in school. She wasn't gonna psyche me out.) "Didn't she organize it? Was she happy with it?"

"What? Oh totally yeah. No, I told her about your reaction – 'Daddy Cool' – when I told you about the waitresses and she said anytime you wanna be a waitress to come see her. There are always vacancies."

Madison gasped. "She said that? You didn't say! Oh Daddy! Could you be a waitress at Jodie's party next month?"

"You sure you want me to be? Don't that mean you'll be pulling down my panties and messing around with the very organs that gave you life?"

Macks went "Huh?" (She's not too bright when it comes to big words. Its so easy to confuse her.)

Madison explained "Daddy Cool means his penis and testicles."

Macks thought it through for a moment. "Hmm, yeah, maybe not then. Hmm. No wait, Kelly said handling her Daddy 'doings' was a total rush and he didn't mind it either. But then Gizelle... Hmm... Then... Oh I don't know."

I sipped my coffee. I couldn't refuse but I didn't want to accept in case they called Jodie up straightaway. (Which would be just like them.) Then they'd have to back out because I couldn't be a waitress at a place when I'm already a whore, could I? That's just bad form.

"Tell you what." I said "It's not till next month. and we have to check with your Mom anyway. You two take a few days to think about whether you really want me to do it. Give me your decision, say, Friday. Then we'll talk to your Mom."

Madison looked sideways at me. "But you'd be willing?"

I shrugged. "Unless your Mother says no. Which is not a cop out. She's a good sport too. I don't see it being a problem. I'm happy if she's happy. Now do you have homework?"

They nodded sullenly. "Math." said Madison. "I hate math."

"What use is math anyway?" Mackenzie asked.

"It trains your brain to think logically. Go do it."

"Awwww."

"You know the house rules. Homework is best done fresh rather than left to the night before its due. You can't get through life by just being pretty."

Mackenzie grinned slyly. "Adele's Daddy seems to be managing okay."

"Are you telling me you want to become a prostitute? Because Abigail's job, working for women, is a piece of cake compared a gal turning tricks for guys on the streets."

Mackenzie looked at her shoes. "I guess not."

I smiled at my silly daughter and kissed her on the forehead. "Go. Learn things."

"Yes Daddy."

Juanita came home. After her shower I met her in our bedroom where we wouldn't be overheard. She was wearing just a bathrobe. "How are they today?" she asked, meaning our sweet and lovely daughters.

"As bouncy and full of life as usual. It seems the waitresses from Saturday night are heroes in the eyes of their friends."

"That's a good sign, from our point of view."

"Better than that. Mackenzie asked me if I'd be a waitress at Corey's birthday party next month."

"What did you say?"

"Well I asked if she really wanted to handle my junk in public and she was a little conflicted about it. You know how indecisive she can be. So I told them to think about it until Friday. Then we'll see if you agree too."

Juanita smiled. "Friday's your first night."

"Yup! No going back after that. We gotta tell 'em tonight, before they get too many waitress fantasies."

My wife dropped her bath robe and kissed me. "But if they have waitress fantasies about their dear old Dad, what will they make of him when he becomes a stripper and a whore?"

I kissed her back. "More to the point, 'Nita, what do you make of your husband becoming a stripper and a whore?"

"I've been turned on all day just thinking about it. You'll be sensational." She kissed me again. "Get your clothes off. No fancy stripping or dressing up. I just want to fuck my whore's cock."