They would put frilly under pants on me, one of their dresses and a bonnet. Wheel me around the block like I was their baby sister. The women would sa... how precious, and the girls would ask if they can play dress up with me. As I grew older even my mother found it hard to see me as a boy. Dressed in girls clothes my whole life, when mom bought me boys clothes I'd cry when she put them on me. My sisters would tell mom they can keep me quite, so mom would go back downstairs and let them do what. Could she be wearing a matching set? I looked her square in the eye. “Red,” I said confidently. “No,” she replied. “Second guess.” I looked at her shapely smooth legs, hoping to catch glimpse of those mystery panties but she kept her legs firmly closed. While the dress was not see though, I thought that she was too classy to wear something that might show through, so that eliminated blacks, blues and purples. “Pink,” I said but this time with less confidence. “No, last chance.” I was. It doesn't shoot by itself any more than a shovel digs or a hammer pounds nails without there's a human being using it. Like they say, guns don't kill people, people kill people. The gun ain't the threat, your enemy holding it's the threat. Understand?"She nodded. "Of course. But if you take away the tool, isn't that the same bottom line?" No, ma'am! Is that the only tool he has, the only gun? You waste a shot on the weapon you see, he dives quick for cover and pulls out the one you didn't see. “I didn’t know you spoke with Julia much,” Ann replied, concerned that Julia might tell her daughter what had happened earlier.“We often get together,” Jenny said, “l phone her regularly when l’m at Uni, she likes to know what l’m up to.”“What do you mean, ‘What you’re up to?”“Sex Mum,” Jenny replied, “she likes to hear all the juicy details.”“Not too juicy l hope,” Ann said. “Is that a regular thing at Uni then…sex?”“What else can you do for fun that’s free Mum,” Jenny laughed, then seeing the.