Taking turns, we soon had detailed three dimensional images of ourselves. Conner loaded those images, stiff and still, into another program where he ...boned' them. We all laughed a the term, but he assured us that was the term for articulating the images. In a surprisingly short time. We had pose-able versions that could be made to bend in most ways a live body might. He added some clothing and, suddenly the images might almost pass for poor photographs of ourselves. In yet another program. I stepped out from behind the tree and blushed slightly, looking at the ground, he smirked wide and whistled "Mmm...sexy thing".I felt myself go even redder in the cheeks, looking into his eyes, like dark pools of water, I asked "s..sexy? me?"He nodded "Of course, who else would I be talking about?" he stepped towards meI felt my back stiffen and I said "No..I'm ugly...fat..all the boys say so"He laughed a little, I thought if wolves could laugh, that is what it would sound like.He reached out. ..well, and a bra too," Shit,this was harder than I expected. Why did the sales lady have to be sopretty. I could feel my face burning, my ears could have been steamingfor all I know they felt so hot."What size do you wear?" she asked with a sly smile on her face thencorrected herself as I began to stutter, "Oh, sorry I mean what size doesshe wear?"I was so flustered and confused, my response was broken and even soundedweak to me, like a lie. "Ummm, she well, she is around an eight. I explained to her that my dad used to leave a shotgun by the front door unloaded whenever a boy would come over to take me on a date. It was so funny seeing the looks on their faces. I knew nothing would happen because they weren't my type.The shotgun was never there when girls would drop by, which was what he should have been worried about.I turned the tables on her after I told my story, asking her when she became curious.She told me it was soon after Valerie had come out to her. It puzzled.