That all changed when Iwas 13, Mom started dating this guy who had a son 2 years older thanme. I didn't like the guy or his son and I do not think Mom...'s newboyfriend liked me. Mom told me it was good for me to have a maleinfluence around for a change. She said she didn't want me to turn outa sissy. Little did she know what was going to happen. She did not know this but I was already well on my way tobecoming a sissy. During the summer before I turned 13, Mom decided Iwas big enough to be left. I accidentally bumped him, "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't disturb you" I said looking up at him. "No..no I was just looking for a nut" he said, (seriously that's what he said) holding a bolt out for me to see. He had turned slightly toward me as he spoke, my face was at cock level and I was looking at the front of his pants, "maybe I could help you find it" I offered looking up at him. "I really hate it when I can't find what I'm looking for" he said. Staring at the out line in his pants I said. A deputy may call you directly.”“Thank you.”By this time, Jay had a gun. I wasn’t raised around guns, you understand. I was raised in town, and I heard talk, and I watched TV and movies and such, but it wasn’t until I married Jay that I actually got to handle a gun. (No, not THAT gun!) He showed me how to handle them, how to shoot. We had a lot of fun with it. He bought me a particularly evil-looking carbine. Looks like the military’s M-4, short, handy, and I can tear up a target at two hundred. I made my appointment for that very day, but arrived about 15 minutes late. Ashleigh was sitting on the couch in her room. she looked aggravated. I inquired. She explained that being late made my hour long session shorter, as it would not carry over into her schedule."What do you want to do?" she asked.I looked around, not knowing what to say, then spotted a full length mirror. No sooner were the words "Is that a full length mirror?" out of my mouth than she was up walking towards it wearing a.