He has ushering duties you know.”Laura looked up at me and smiled. Marcy seemed to be smiling as well. I seemed to be the only one who was not smi...ling.“Um, I guess this will work.” I finally said.Marcy disappeared into the bedroom presumably to help Karen get dressed in her gown. Almost immediately people finished up the last of their drinks and arrangements were made as to who would be driving with whom over to the church. It was agreed Laura would be driving me over in her car. Marcy. And hearing him say it, I knew it was true. I realized it was why the sissy-training instructions were so enjoyable to me. I wasn’t just watching fantasy porn. I was studying them and learning what to do. By watching them I had learned how to do a lot of nasty and naughty things.“Maybe I was born with a naturally whorish nature and just automatically know how to pleasure a man. Or maybe I looked into what it would be like if I was a girl and researched how I should act and how I should expect. I stood and moved between them. Mom hit me like a ton of bricks, with her fists and knees flying. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into me, hanging on for dear life."KID!"Her knee connected. I gasped, but held firm. Her fists beat like hail on my chest. I tightened my grip and put my mouth to her ear. "I won't hurt you. Hit me all you want," Dad moved toward us. I waved him off as I continued to whisper to my mom. "I love you ... I love you."Mom started crying and huddled into me. I walked across the room in only a t-shirt and boxers with no ambition of hiding from her. The TV lit up her eyes which were watching my waist as i walked past the TV and into bed. The more we smoked, the more i noticed how hard it hit her. She was acting near drunk and excused herself for taking a "calm pill" when we were eating for her anxiety. She was tired and fading fast so I kept her going by digging some information out of her to satisfy my curiousities. As i said before i thought she.