The Big Dip
Copyright© 2026 by Richard Abernathy
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Tracy needs a job, fast, before he and his mom get kicked out of their apartment. The boss of the Big Dipper Ice Cream Emporium offers him a job. Tracy can serve ice cream, so long as he wears the same uniform as all the other employees: beige blouse, pink skirt. Tracy has to choose: he and his mom live on the street, or he wears a skirt in public. He makes his choice, and the choice changes him, maybe for good.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Reluctant Gay BiSexual Heterosexual CrossDressing Shemale TransGender Fiction Spanking Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex
My Mom liked to pray, but when her prayers weren’t answered, she took matters into her own hands. I’d been unemployed for too long after high school, and she’d had enough.
“I’m not getting the hours,” she said, “you gotta find something or we’re gonna miss rent.”
I was a credit short when high school ended, but so what, I was almost graduated. That’s what I wanted to tell them on the job forms.
But when I applied online, they didn’t have a box to click for almost graduated. It was a yes or no thing, one or the other.
A couple of weeks went by, my mother praying that I’d find work, and me clicking buttons on the screen, sending out forms and getting rejections back, but mostly nothing at all, and when the end of the month came we missed rent, just like my Mom said we would.
“You gotta do something,” my Mom said, “find a job, and if you can’t, get welfare. Get something, or the landlord, he gonna kick us out.”
We had a tiny one bedroom not far from Venice Beach, a little box left over after they’d chopped the house into apartments. The place was even smaller when my Mom was mad and needed some space.
It was an hour before dark, me strolling along the boardwalk, shops on my right, apartments above, the sun heading down to the sea.
Girls skated by, all speed, tight shorts and long legs. An old beggar called after one girl, calling out you fine, girl, you just fine, then stuck his hat out to me.
“You got change, Mister,” he said, his eyes barely on me.
I told him he had more than me and kept walking, wondering what I was going to do.
They gave out free samples sometimes at the Big Dip, the ice cream place near the end of the boardwalk. You couldn’t ask the same person too often or they’d send you away, but if I got lucky some girl who didn’t know me would be working and I’d score a half scoop of double chocolate.
There were two girls working tonight, the place busy, people coming and going. I looked the girls over, the uniform pink skirts and beige blouses, little Big Dip hats. One of the girls saw me looking, a big girl, taller than me. She ignored the long line of customers and gave me a grin.
“Mr. Free Sample is back,” she said, nudging the girl next to her, whispering something in her ear and making her smile.
“Not here for the ice cream,” I said, lying my ass off, “I wanna apply for a job.” There was a tip jar on the counter and it was filled with coins and cash. The girls were doing good tonight, and I wanted a piece of that tip action. I wanted a job.
“I’m sorry, but we are not hiring,” the big girl said, acting like a boss. Her name tag said Michelle.
I pointed to the sign behind her. “Sign behind you say you hiring.”
The sign was taped to a door. “Help Wanted,” the sign said, “Apply Within.”
The short girl didn’t have a name. Her badge only said, “Trainee.” “I saw the sign, and I applied,” the Trainee said, “I came and applied, and they--”
“We’re not looking for boys,” Michelle said, shushing the Trainee and turning to me, “Only girls work here. You ever get free ice cream from a boy?”
“Will you take my order?” an older lady said from the front of the long line, all red and annoyed at being made to wait.
The Trainee got to work, and so did Michelle, but I kept talking.
“So how do I apply? You got a form for me, maybe a pencil?”