"There's nothing wrong with dropping old,antiquated gender stereotypes, Eric. You can be an important provideragain," she said with a reassuring smile... Convincing him to go along withfeminizing himself wasn't going to be easy. He needed to be broken down,needed to have his traditional, patriarchal, image of masculinity erodedand undermined, the sex based roles he was taught eliminated and replacedwith something more nurturing, more feminine. There was a lot of workthat needed to be done before. S*s sleeps by 11pm so at 11.30 pm after checking that she was sleepingI tiptoed and moved up the stairs leading to the roof. I opened the door very slowly (I had kept the latch open in the evening before dinner) and moved towards his door which was open already. he was waiting for me in lungi and baniyan. As soon as I entered he gathered me in his arms and was kissing and fondling all over.Then he laid me on the bed and slipped into it next to me. for more than half an hour he kept on kissing. Murmurings and gasps could be heard from our side of the stands. This guy was clueless, or had a grudge.Regardless, we needed to get around this batter. I threw the ball back to Mitch and watched the batter step in. He didn’t seem to set his feet like he was going to swing.I dipped my fingers down and pointed left. Mitch nodded and fired. The pitch came in a little high, but tantalizingly slower. The batter seemed tempted late, but checked his swing. Still, the ball sailed through the zone, and. I was about 4 by the time she finally got me off her, my brother 2.My mom married John when I was about 4. John was a big, fat, ugly looking, older black man. I could not understand why mom would marry this man. John was pretty well off, he worked in the oil business and made a good amount of money. That added to my mom's stripping, and we were doing pretty good. We moved in to his huge two story house with a pool, and big yard. I didn't like John at first, but he quickly won me over buying me.