Stacy looked at her husband of so many years and smiled. She fell in love with his tweedy nature for a reason. In all honesty, she was kind of the male in the relationship, but she didn't mind it too much. She put the gun on her dresser and walked over to her husband. She looked down to him and caressed his ear, "How about we spend a little alone time together?" she said, slowly flexing her pecs for him. He smiled, "Of course honey. But let me get ready first." He walked to the closet to put away some things.

Stacy grinned and looked around the room. Her eyes rested on her wedding photo, her massive shoulders and enormous biceps popping out of the picture. She was just a few inches taller than her husband, but the enormity of her muscles made the height difference extremely noticeable. She never did stop getting shit from her friends about how small her husband was. But he was hilarious, and let her be something more than just a muscle woman. There was another picture of her and her husband at a Ms. Olympia afterparty. She was wearing a muscle tank top, and was flanked by other muscular women as well. He was the only man in the picture, and was practically dwarfed by the massive women surrounding him. But that was the thing she loved about him, he was confident through it all.

Then, she suddenly heard a rustling by her desk. Stacy turned around to see her daughter Amanda standing there, pointing the toy gun at her. "Amanda, what're you doing?" Stacy asked. Amanda sneered, "Making things right." She then pointed the gun at herself. Stacy, afraid the gun might actually harm her daughter, lunged towards Amanda, trying to swap the gun out of her hands.