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I looked up. What did he mean by that? Of course it was a bloody problem! At this point in time, skinny Dad and Reginald were nearing. Reggie sat down in his chair as Dad arranged the firewood, and Lee continued “You know small tits that being thin is considered attractive these days, right? Hardcore Haven’t you seen all the models, female and male alike? Slim is sexy, man”. Dad and Reggie both looked puzzled – having missed the conversation leading up to that reply from Lee – and I was not exactly happy about them probably going to want to be included in the discussion now. But, when they had been caught up quickly by Lee, while I blushed and wished he would have just shut the hell up, Reggie gave me a pat on the shoulder with his big hand and said that “everything will work itself out. Some work and dedication that’s all it takes… More food, and some strength training”. He also said that it would get easier when I hit my growth spurt. Dad offered similar encouragement and proclaimed that we could both start working out; him to slim down, and me to build myself up. “You gonna stick to that, Benjy?”, Lee said with a twinkle in his eye. Dad, not rising to the skepticism, responded “Well, why the hell not. It’s about time that I start doing something again”. In response to Lee’s jibes, he added “Just been taking a little 25-year break and bulking up, ‘is all”. That got both Lee and Reginald cracking up with laughter. I was feeling better. More optimistic. Oh, I was still highly dissatisfied with my current self, but I felt hope for the first time in a long time. Hope for change. I could transform myself, damned if I couldn’t! Though I had always pretended to never be bothered when getting teased about my unimpressive, skinny and short body, it had, in fact, always gotten to me. Like an open Fucking wound that would never close; constantly ready to be ripped open again when someone felt the need or urge to put me down. The stronger boys used to make a show of how I was not be tackled in sports since I was “about as weak as a kindergarten girl Brunette – and one ought to be nice to little girls”. I hated them all. They would see. And as for my so-called friends, if they were going to keep freezing me out, then I would do the same to them. Screw them! Who needs false teen friends anyways? I would stop playing D&D and gaming on my computer. “That’s what I’m afraid of, I don’t want to get over him. I might even marry this one, give her what she wants, imagine her, a Queen again, living in luxury after a lifetime of bullying you and selling you out.” With this addition, most girls were fully ready to commit themselves to a teen life of slavery in just a week! My daughter gasped while Carmelita purred, “Just relax. small tits “Yes, you are,” I groaned, my nipples throbbing in Hardcore Mr. Kennedy's hungry mouth. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature’s unique gift. We then napped in each other’s arms and awoke refreshed for me to question her to death over what was this all about. Tuesday - Jon went away on a training course for the rest of the week which meant that it was a boring few days, except that the Tesco girl rang for a chat on the Wednesday afternoon and asked if we could meet up. That makes it so much easier for skinny me. I nodded in satisfaction and marched towards the bastard holding a gun to my Brunette Master's head. I haven't had Fucking the date yet so it might not come to anything.