My story takes place about six years ago, just as I was starting my sophomore year of college.

I was still living with my parents instead of in the dorms a couple of miles away. I was working three nights a week and some weekends in a nice little seafood restaurant, also nearby. When the weather was good I would ride my bike to school and then to work after class.

My waitress uniform consisted of a man’s long-sleeved white shirt, black bow tie, very short black skirt, black sneakers, and white socks. Most of the girls looked really cute in these outfits, but I always felt awkward. I was a long-legged five-foot-seven, and always felt that the supershort skirt made my legs look too skinny.

One evening after school I was at work at the restaurant and it was very slow. In my section there were only... Read More