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"Jackie, can you come downstairs please? I would like to have your help in cooking tonight's dinner." Thank you mom! I'd rather be cooking than have to go through what Christine has planed for me.

Quickly crawling over the bed I head for the door, sticking my head out only to have Christine stick hers out a moment later.

'Sorry mom, it's time for Jackie to learn some 'finer' points about being a young woman.' I Gently clamp her muzzle shut with my hand, making sure to not put to much force, and thus authority behind it.

'I'll be right down mom!' I can't be Christine's doll if I'm to busy helping Mom with cooking dinner. I love her, but that's a bridge too far for me as I still have some pride left. Christine wiggles her head out of my grasp, not that I was holding it that hard to begin with.

'As I was saying. She needs to know the finer points about being a young lady, and it's about time I taught her. Stuff like makeup, nail care, and other grooming habits.' I let out a pitiful whine, I don't want my nails painted, and I see no point in using makeup.

If someone doesn't like how you look without it, then heaping on makeup will only make things worse in the long run.

There's a longer than normal pause from downstairs, Christine just grins at me mischievously. Mom must actually be considering what Christine said, crap.

"You have a good point Christine. It would be rude to our dinner guests if your sister shows up wearing what she normally does. I'll just have the Tanners help me. You just work on making our tom-boy family member look how a proper young lady should." My ears droop and my tail curls between my legs at her betrayal. You're supposed to help me mom!

With a mischievous grin still plastered on her muzzle, Christine gently pulls me back into the room by my shoulders, shuts the door and locks it. Her grin fades and a strong tinge of nervousness replaces it as she looks at me. The tip of her tail also has that nervous tick of hers, broadcasting the mental war going on in her head.

I realize I could just order Christine, as her Alpha to not do this, no, that would be irresponsible of me. Not only would I lose the trust from her that I won't order her around for petty reasons, Mom and Patrick would punish me as well.

Still, her nervousness must be from wondering if I will stoop to that level or not.

'I'll let you do this Christine, just this once, alright?' Her nervousness vanishes in an instant. Her ears are up and forward while her tail wags slowly, for a moment I wonder what I just got myself into and if I should've done something else.

'Thank you, Alpha Jackie. First, you need clean fur for this, so can you please take a shower? I'll have everything set up by the time you get back.' Stripping to my underwear, I head out of the room, grabbing a towel on the way to the bathroom.

It does make sense when I think about it, too much natural oil's in the fur would hamper or prevent the application of makeup, kinda like how you have to clean a surface of just about everything before painting or it won't stick.

Wow, that's a helpful image, viewing this as applying paint to my face.

Taking a quick shower, or as quick as one can be having to shampoo your entire body with a tail, I renter my bedroom and exchange my current pair of underwear with a clean one.

In the time I was in the shower it seems Christine has also stripped to her underwear while also placing two outfits on the bed. One a dress I have not seen before, nope, I'm not wearing that. The other is one of my school uniform skirts paired with a pastel blue blouse that I think is hers but no shoes with it to speak of, one of my ears twitches while I wiggle my feet in my new slippers.

'I'm not wearing that dress.' Christine lets out a barking laugh.

'That's my outfit Alpha Jackie. I'll put it on after I'm done doing your nails, but before we do our makeup. That way I don't risk staining it if I spill some nail polish.' She smiles at me.

'And we're using one of my school uniform skirts?' Sigh, I don't like wearing them at school, so why here?

'Yup! Please put it on now, it makes it easier to keep clean since I'm doing you rather than you doing your own nails. If you try to put it on afterwards, and they're not absolutely dry, you risk staining it.' I unbutton the skirt, but I don't put it on.

'And I can't wear jeans because?' Christine glares at me sternly, did I say something wrong?

'Because jeans are not formal wear Alpha Jackie, skirts 'are'. Our mother is going to wear a dress and will be fixing herself up, I did my nails earlier and will be wearing a dress as well. The least you can do is wear a skirt tonight.' Drooping my ears in defeat, I put it on. Followed by the blouse. Yea it's hers, not quite as comfortable of a fit as the few I own.

Instantly Christine is next to me tugging here, and tucking some fabric in there. A slim pastel blue belt appears, almost as if from nowhere and is instantly put tight around my waist.

Okay, 'that' is going to get annoying, I'm reminded by how tight it is every time I take a breath.

'Now, go sit on the computer chair and like how you were taught to do for school please.' Sitting down without a comment Christine drags the nightstand over to us.

Of the various shades and colors of nail product and other items in it, she seems to have a handful out of the container. Silver nail polish, I mean I know I'm a platinum silver in fur color, so I guess that makes sense. Christine looks all this over and then oh's, holding up a finger for a second.

Briskly walking out of my room I hear Christine enter hers, grab something of decent size, then return, closing the door behind her with her foot.

'Forgot the mirror.' Placing a six-inch in diameter mirror with a legs and led lights on the other side of the night stand. 'We'll need it later, right now give me your left hand, you can use your right hand to do whatever you want while I work on the left.' Like before I comply with what she wants. Moving the chair so my left hand is on the nightstand, and my right can be used to work the computer, albeit slowly.

I don't bother stopping my tail from twitching back and forth nervously, nor my ears from splaying, showing my displeasure at this even as I try to occupy myself.

'No need to be scared Alpha Jackie, unlike doing human nails, this won't hurt as much the first time.' That, isn't going to stop me from being nervous, because that's not the cause.

Well, it 'was', I didn't know this would hurt if I was still human. How much is it going to hurt now?

'It's not that Christine. I am just worried on how Mom and Patrick will tease me. I mean, I know they'll be just playfully ribbing me, but they know I don't like this stuff, so they won't waste an opportunity to do so. I know I wouldn't.' She moves everything so that she can sit on my bed and work on my hand while I sit on the chair and browse the free-state internet.

'If I do my job well, only our Mom will be teasing you. Your 'boyfriend', Patrick, may like what I've done with you.'I don't think there could be a better way to eliminate my nervousness than saying that.

Because it has been replaced with my ears blushing fiercely as I imagine his approval, Christine laughs at this as she starts working on my left hand.

An uncomfortable silence emerges between us as Christine works on my left hand. I'm not one for small talk, but I don't like how this feels, so I start some.

'So, um, when did you learn how to do this. I don't mean in general, I figured you learned the human version while growing up. I mean the specific stuff for Bio-Morphs?' Christine looks up from trimming the fur on my fingers and filing the claws into shape.

'While you were getting a crash course downstairs on 'the tongue', I used your computer to catch up on a few things. Including Bio-morph fur and nail care, trends and styles.' Well that would explain why the video site I was using recommended hair, fur and claw tutorials. Still does occasionally. 'I have to admit, one of the good sides of being changed into a Bio-Morph, is the whole process is a LOT simpler. No creams, no foundations or coverings, much less tone matching. No hair plucking either, that was the most painful part.' I wince at that, pulling of any facial hair wasn't fun at all, I hated when my razor would snag a hair instead of neatly cutting it.

Christine finishes with my left hand, so I take a look at it. The fur on my fingers and the back of my hand has been trimmed shorter than normal, each claw has been filled down to a rounder tip and the over all shape is a bit thinner, more feminine? But what strikes me is each claw now shines with a glossy silver nail polish that I hate to admit, makes my fur look better.

'Time to switch hands Alpha Jackie.' Swiveling the chair I present my right hand to be worked on while I get used to the left one. The new shape of my claws, and the fact I'm right-handed, makes it harder to use the mouse and keyboard.

It takes about the same time to do my right hand as it did my left, not to mention it doesn't escape Christine's notice on how I am looking at them and admiring her handiwork.

'We're not done yet, but it's okay for to like how it looks sis, your tomboy cred is still safe with me.' While smirking Christine motions for me to turn the chair around.

It's time for her to do my toes, so I hesitantly remove my slippers, and because I had to turn the chair around, I have no choice but to watch her. Now I wish I had to phone to keep myself occupied because the process of trimming, filing, and painting is not that entertaining. Unlike my fingers, Christine sticks cotton balls between my toes, forcing them to splay.

I Don't need to ask why, I realize it's to keep the nail polish from sticking to the other nails, or get in the fur.

'Before you ask, they'll have to stay in there for a few minutes, you don't move your toes as much as your fingers, and the claws on the toes are larger, so they'll take longer to dry. So, we'll do the makeup on your face while they're drying. I hope you have been paying attention, this will be useful to know how to do later.' She helps me roll the chair into position in front of the mirror and flicks on the led light, so I don't have the claws on my feet touch the carpet. She doesn't have to tell me why, purely by how acrid the paint smells alone I can tell it would be impossible to get out.

'Okay, since you have more platinum colored fur than gray or black, we're going to put some highlights around the edges of your natural patterning to draw out its luster. But first, we need to trim some fur to show off your sleek feminine muzzle.' Christine wraps a towel over my shoulders, back and upper chest. Then removes from the container a small pair of scissors, and starts trimming the fur on my muzzle and head.

She carefully avoids my whiskers and only snips off small clumps here and there, but what she does take off causes my muzzle to appear thinner in my reflection, sleeker, but still soft and not angular, feminine maybe? I thought it already looked feminine enough.

Finishing up, she replaces the scissors with a roller that picks up all the fur she cut off.

'This is similar to normal powder makeup, but it's for fur, if that makes any sense. It claims to be able to stick better to fur rather than skin.' Shrugging I just watch as Christine does what she just explained. Using it to highlight my fur pattern between the platinum, silver and gray colors.

Only then do I notice she must've done some of her own makeup earlier, not as much as she's putting on me it seems, but the small splash's of red which gray foxes occasionally have is less prominent on the that's on her head.

It doesn't help that the process is tickling my whiskers.

She stays quiet as I sneeze more than a few times. It's an involuntary reaction and happens before I even realize I'm going too. A minute or two later she steps back for a moment, I also get a clear look at my head and face in the mirror.

What she did was softened the edges of my patterning, making the dominant color shine stand out more, while minimizing the contrasting secondary color, but not eliminating it.

Turning my head back and forth I have to admit, I like what I see, dare I say it makes me feel beautiful? This is another new feeling, kinda like when I felt handsome back when I was a guy, but somehow different?

Kinda hard to explain, but needless to say I like it to the point my tail is wagging.

'And now my tomboy sister realizes how useful make up is. Don't worry, what happens during one's makeover, stays in the makeover room. I won't tell anyone you love makeup now.' I hope the stuff she is putting on my face isn't flammable, because it feels like my ears just caught fire. Christine only stands there with a full vulpine smile on her face.

Picking up the lone pillow near me I throw it at her face, she just casually deflects it with one hand.

Christine puts most everything else away, what's left behind on my nightstand is a couple of bottles, one even I recognize as lipstick, the other I don't recognize.

'We're human enough to have eyelashes, so that means I'll need to show you how to put on some mascara.' She picks up the bottle a moment ago couldn't tell what it was, shakes it, then takes the cap off and wipes the applicator brush on the inside lip of the bottle.

'The only color I have is gray, would've liked to use the same silver color as your nails, but this will do. Try not to blink please.' She's moving the large brush applicator close to my eyes, of course I'm going to blink! It's as involuntary an action as sneezing. She waits a few moments after the first attempt then tries again, I manage to keep them open despite the urge to close them.

'Nope, I don't like this. It makes my eyelids feel heavier, making blinking feel weird in turn.' Christine only smiles at me.

'Welcome to woman's fashion, but you'll get used to it like I have. Just try to ignore it as much as you can, or you're going to blink more often than normal Sending some unwanted signals to those who look at you.' Putting applicator back on the bottle, then the bottle into the container. Christine picks up the lipstick next.

'Is that even necessary? I mean, I know we have more human like lips than canine or vulpine. But, I can't get out of my head how weird it will look to make our lips red considering how much more of them we have.' Tilting her head for a moment, Christine laughs before shaking her head once.

'No, this is different from human lipstick. Thanks for putting that silly image in my head sis. Now I can't stop seeing it.' Upon her opening it I see it's some kind of clear gloss instead of a color, usually red or similar shade for humans.

I heard it's supposed to make the lips on your face look engorged, a physical sign of arousal in human women. Christine picks up a wash cloth in one hand and uses the other to apply it to my lips.

She then uses the washcloth to gently wipe the excess away, careful not to take it off of parts she wants it to be on. The moment she finishes with this, off come the towels from around my shoulders, letting me admire the result.

'There, done. Now if only we had a nice dress like mine for you to slip you into, you'd drop any guy who looks at you dead on the floor. I'm pretty sure Patrick is going to have a hard time NOT ogling you tonight.' Yea, I'm at a loss for words.

I've seen women before dolled up like this and liked how gorgeous they looked, but seeing myself in the mirror. Dressed up in a nice blouse and skirt. With all this makeup on making 'me' the gorgeous one. Needless to say I'm stunned at this.

Alright, I admit Christine's right, and I mentally file the knowledge on how to do this away, so I can do this later, only for Patrick and no one else. Christine's mischievous and sisterly grin stays plastered on her face as I look myself over in the mirror.

I'm pretty sure she can guess that I like this, but like hell I'm going to tell her. Last thing I need is more teasing, even if it's in fun and games.

'From the look on your face, I take it you like makeup now Jackie?' Folding my ears to hide a blush, I swivel the chair to look at her.

'Only to see how Patrick reacts to it. I won't go as far as to do this myself.' Christine rolls her eyes, yea I kinda figured she wouldn't believe me.

I'm just wondering where I would be able to hide my own set, so she doesn't tease me about it. Not to mention I dread on how much this will cost as I know this stuff isn't cheap.

'As I said before, Your tomboy cred is safe with me and won't be ruined by putting on makeup once in a while, especially for a loved one. Now please sit on your bed, I need to finish mine up and then get dressed. We've already been at this for over an hour, so we're cutting it a bit close.' I just stare at her, it has been 'that' long already?!

Vacating the chair and sitting on the bed I watch Christine take my place and without a word, doing what she did to me too herself. Highlighting parts of her fur pattern, masking others. Followed up by the same color mascara and the gloss lipstick. More or less finishing up the job she must've started earlier.

'Okay, how do I look sis?' She swivels the chair to face me and I only shrug.

'If I was still male and into Bio-morphs, I would see you as attractive.' She has a slightly shorter muzzle and the fact she's a gray fox, her patterning is a bit more chaotic, but she did her best to hide the other small red spots on her head. Highlighting other similar colored spots where it would look better.

'So you do have some sense of fashion. Mom and I will teach you yet in the feminine ways, anyway, help me into the dress please, and we can go downstairs.' Standing Christine walks over to the other side of my bed waiting for me.

Walking over to her, I realize other than walking in the bathroom, this is the most I've walked around in the house barefoot. She seems to notice this as my steps are hesitant by the time I walk around the bed to her. I know she notices, but seems to stay quiet about it.

"Are you two done in there? They'll be here in about fifteen minutes." Mom asks as she knocks on our door. I must've been to engrossed in this to hear her come upstairs earlier.

'Almost done mom, you'll be stunned to see how Jackie turned out.' Rolling my eyes at this comment as I watch Christine gently bunch up the dress, then step into it like a pair of pants, huh, so that's how you do it. I thought you pulled it on over your head, then again that wouldn't make sense with putting makeup on first.

"I can't wait!" From the sound of her waling away, Mom must be wearing heels, when did she get those? She didn't have any when we lived in the jobless center, shrugging I look over at Christine.

'I had always assumed you put a dress on like you would a shirt.' Keeping the conversation open while Christine pulls the dress up her body. The dress catches on her hips, as she wiggles them back and forth to pull the dress up, she pauses for a moment to thread her tail through the slit in the back. When she has it up to her chest, the hem of the dress rests at about the upper ankle on her digitgrade legs.

'Some do, though we can't wear those anymore due to our 'fluffy' appendage.' With her tail in the proper hole, she smooths out the fabric around her hips as the rest of the dress now hangs from her waist.

Picking it up she sticks her arms through the holes, the sleeves of it barely go past her shoulders, but I can see why she needs help to put it on. From the waist up in the back the dress is zippered with one of the smallest zippers I've ever seen.

Without a word form her I walk up behind her I carefully grab the obscenely small zipper, carefully pinched between thumb and fore finger claw. Then with my other hand I gently pinch the fabric, and thus the two halves of the zipper close together, a bit away from her fur so it doesn't get caught.

Slowly zipping it up, as it feels it will snag or tear if I go any faster, I can see the dress start to hug her upper torso, thus the appeal of it. Christine lets out a breath as I finish zipping it up.

'Thanks sis. Dresses like this were a pain in the ass when I was human, they're down right impossible to do alone with our claws now.' No shit! Having to reach back and try to do this blindly would be hard as hell even as a human.

I wonder why they would put the zipper in the back, instead of say putting it on the side or front, but as Christine turns around after smoothing the fabric out I can see why they did.

The makeup made her look pretty, putting on tight dress that matches her eye color and hugs her curves like a glove? That makes her gorgeous. I take what I said back a bit, even if I wasn't into Bio-morphs when I was male, seeing someone with a figure like hers, in an outfit like this, it would have gone a long way to changing my mind.

'I take it you like it?' Christine smiles as she poses, I just nod and ear blush. I'm sure I'm not attracted to women anymore, but I can't help finding her stunning in this.

'The part of me that is still the old jack is more or less stunned at how you look, you dress like this more often, and you'll have no trouble finding someone.' I was about to say mate, but I caught myself. Christine smiles warmly at me.

'Thanks sis.' To be honest, I think her finding someone may help her deal with her condition in the long run, but that's something to consider later. Right now, since we're both ready, it's time to head downstairs and see how Mom and Patrick will react.

I'm sure I'll get teased by Mom, but how Patrick will react to seeing me like this is a mystery. Finding 'That' out, is what I'm most interested in right now.

Holding onto that also allows me to ignore the odd feelings in my feet as I walk on the carpet.

Christine leads the way out of my room and to the stairs, but stops before the landing and looks over at me. I take it she wants me to go first downstairs, nodding once I pass by her and take the steps one at a time.

They're just normal stairs, wood and whatever the carpet is made from. They're not subzero temperature metal biting into my flesh, they feel like it for some reason. Christine follows me by a couple of steps.

"Oh my, both of you look so gorgeous. That dress is perfect for you Christine, I should find one for Jackie so you two can have matching outfits for events like this." Upon hearing that, I give mom the typical annoyed child glare that says 'don't you dare'.

Drawn out by my mom declaring we're downstairs, Patrick exits the living room and walks over. He's wearing a earthen tone dress shirt with a color matching tie, similar to one you would wear under a business suit. With some slacks that look exactly like a pair you would wear with one, wonder where he got it. He doesn't own a suit as far as I know?

His hair is nicely trimmed and combed, all in all I find how he looks pretty damn handsome with find no guilt in the feelings it causes. Staring at him also helps me ignore how my feet feel, so that's a plus too.

Walking over to, and standing in front of him I grin a little at the blush on his face, he likes how I look. This, much to my minor annoyance, proves Christine right, if this has this effect him, it can't be all bad. Maybe I'll dress up some other time to treat him, maybe at the start of the two-week summer vacation later in the year?

The stock digital sound of a fake camera shutter, and the associated ear-piercing compression noise jars me out of my train of thought. Looking over to mom, she has her phone out with the back camera pointing at me. She took a picture of me without me knowing, and her grin speaks volumes on how she's not sorry about it.

"You didn't think I would miss the chance to take a picture of how well my daughter cleans up?" She looks over at Christine who's just idly standing at the bottom of the stairs unsure what to do. "Come over here Christine, I want a photo of you, and then one with the both of you together as well." Christine hops over, with a wide grin plastered on her muzzle.

"I have to say you do look 'good' in that Jackie." Patrick quietly comments close to my ear as I watch Christine pose. Of course a moment later She and I wince at the camera shutter sound.

Turning around I look Patrick in the eyes while a small smile is on my muzzle.

'I have to say that I find you 'very' handsome in that suit. Please tell me you didn't buy it?' He blushes, and I feel my ears blush too, so I fold them to try to hide it from mom.

"Of course I wouldn't just for a one off thing like this. Dad let me barrow one that fit." I'm about to say something, but mom gently grabs me by the shoulder and pulls me over to stand next to Christine.

"Now smile, both of you. Jackie, try to mimic how your sister is standing okay?" Mom takes a step back and points her phones camera at us. Glancing over at Christine I see she's standing with her hands behind her back, shoulders pushed back, bust forward, legs slightly apart, and her tail curled to the side. She has a big smile planted on her face, she's enjoying this.

No way I can blame her. Sighing, I mimic her pose before bracing my ears for the assault of that hideous compression noise that's a part of the stock shutter sound.

Mom takes more than one photo though, a couple with Christine the focus, and a couple with me.

"Okay, one with Patrick in between you two." We make room for him as he walks over. Putting his arms around our shoulders before mom snaps one more picture and puts her phone away.

With that out of the way I let my tail wag a mile a minute and move my arm around Patrick's waist.

"Put a lid on that Jackie, your father will be here any minute, and we can't blow our cover." Sighing I let go and reluctantly force my tail to go still. Not a moment too soon as the doorbell rings.

Thankfully, the digital sound it plays lacks any compression noise.

Shit, he's here. Shaking my head a bit I hope to dispel the minor blush in my ears as mom walks up and opens the door. I still stand near Patrick, but at a respectable distance.

'That's' my father standing just outside alright, I remember his face well. Of course, he's older than I remember, he has not aged as well as Mom has. Yet time has not been to rough on him either.

Gray has replaced most of his natural hair color, and it has thinned a bit in the front. He's wearing a full dress suit with tie that complements his brown eyes. It gives him a more stern and commanding presence than his age would suggest.

The hardest part for me is that since I've not spent years seeing his face, his as hard to read like any other random human's I see on the street. His emotions are nearly unreadable unless I concentrate on looking at his facial movements.

Only now do I realize that my ears were slowly folding back against my head, forcing them back up and forward. I hope he didn't notice them moving, not to mention mother, I promised her I'd behave.

"Good evening Maria." He looks at mother as she gives him a polite smile. I notice there are two people, well, bio-Morphs standing behind him. I can't see who they are because he's in the way. Only one of their scents is somehow, familiar?

"Hello Anthony, come on in." Mom moves to the side, letting him in the house and any intention of behaving in front of my dad for mom's sake goes out the window as soon as I see who's behind him.

On the left is the last person I expected to be here. Diane Cobbler, wearing an elegant black glove tight dress similar to Christine's, but in a different style.

It has a deep V cut in front showing a generous portion of her cleavage, and on one side of the dress there's a purposeful slit going from the hem of it. Which is about at the height of a Bio-morphs second ankle, to mid thigh, showing a 'lot' of her leg on that side.

Gold bangles adorn her first ankles and her wrists. Her claws are painted in a shiny gold polish too, and while hard to tell because her ears are flat back in anger, I think she's wearing gold hoop earnings. Everything about her posture screams dominance and authority as I hear her start to loudly growl and bare her teeth at me.

Standing next to her is a breed of Bio-Morph I didn't expect to see. Diane is a white timber-wolf breed Bio-Morph, the shorter lady standing next to her would've been someone I'd see aback at Mauri's.

A first gen convert Arctic fox breed Bio-Morph if the gray fur around her muzzle is not her natural color, the rest of her coat that's visible is the molted brown and tan that arctic foxes typically have after shedding their winter coats.

She's wearing a silver and more conservative looking dress, hem bellow the first ankle, no v-cut neck. Only wearing some simple dangling earrings and no other visible jewelry while her claws are simply clear coated.

What strikes me most is her demeanor, it's the complete opposite of Diane's. She's standing submissively compared to her daughter, and moves quickly to my dad's side once inside the house. She does make polite eye contact with us, but nothing more.

I've lost control of my ears and tail and I just noticed it, the former are flat back against my head, and the latter is bottle brushed and swishing aggressively. I do at least stop a growl from forming in my throat, against how I actually feel because the last thing I want is 'her' both knowing where I live and entering the house I live in. Both are primal feelings that I have no intention of squashing.

"Ms Diane Jefferson Cobbler!" Anthony, my dad, sternly bellows out to Diane. I remember that stern voice from his arguments with mother. I can't stop it, my tail gives a twitch as I flinch at this.

It seems to have the same effect on Diane as it does on me, she stops growling, her ears raise up and I'm glad I don't have my ears pierced. Mascara is weird enough, the size of those ear rings though, feeling them move around as my ears move, that would be worse.

I also make a mental note to remember her middle name, Jefferson, what a weird one to give to a girl.

"Jackie Robin Stradder! Behave young lady!" If Dad's stern voice caused me to twitch, Mom's makes my anger completely deflate. Her tone is serious, and because she fills the Alpha female role for my instincts, her tone screams don't you 'dare' defy me! So my ears go back up and my tail stills while the fur on it goes back down.

Instantly, Christine moves behind me and through the edge of my vision I see Patrick standing a bit closer to us, also, Robin? Since when did I have a middle name?

Mom forces us to move to the side to allow Diane to enter, and she stares daggers at me while doing so, a look I eagerly return. Patrick politely moves around us and closes the front door while I turn an ear to listen in on mom and dad.

"I'm sorry Maria, Diane's been, such a handful since she hit puberty. I almost had to drag her here when she learned it was just a family dinner, and then she nearly attacks your daughter, um, Jackie right?" Diane takes a step closer to me and I can see Patrick making himself ready to break us up if a fight breaks out.

'What the fuck are you doing here?' I continue to return her dagger filled glare as she finally addresses me in a whisper but with a voice full of malice.

'I 'live' here.' Returning at a normal volume. I have no intention of even attempting to hide our conversation, Mom will find out. Or, well, just those few words as we go back to staring death at each other.

'Diane, darling, be kind to host.' Diane's mother speaks up. The accent and the grammar proves she's a first gen convert, they, like Ms Henderson, were mostly Chinese dissidents from what I recently learned.

"Please listen to your mother Diane." Anthony joins in as Mom leads him and the arctic vixen Bio-morph to the dinner table, and their seats in turn. Patrick heads over to his seat, Next to mom's sadly. Would've liked to have him sit next to me.

Leaving Christine and I to do the same with Diane, All three of us sit on the same side, opposite of everyone else. Christine moves to put herself between me and Diane and I can tell she's trying hard to not lash out at her in protection of me, her Alpha.

"Daughters normally are a handful. Christine and Jackie are sisters, yet they're complete opposites now. Christine jumped at the chance to dress up like this, she had to drag her sister though into wearing something better than jeans and a t-shirt." You're not helping mom!

Speaking of which, how is this Arctic breed Bio-morph Diane's mother? She'd have vulpine fur markings and well, less rough canine features over all. Sure Diane's tail is a bit longer than wolf Bio-morph but it looks like one.

"Jackie's a tomboy eh? I wish Diane was like that, I would save a fortune on the weekly salon bills alone." My ears perk at this information and I look at my dad, only to hear a small growl from Diane and the sound of Patrick getting up to get everyone's food. Returning a short while later with the main dishes, he places them on the table, then he retrieves the side dishes.

'Dad! Stop talking, right 'now'!' Diane spits the words out at my father. It only just hits me that she's technically now my step-sister. Just great, this bitch, both in the actual and derogatory sense, is family.

"You can't hide it forever, people are going to learn eventually you're a mix breed. Especially after you graduate." So she IS the daughter of the arctic vixen sitting there.

'What's going to happen after she graduates?' Inserting myself into the conversation, earning a dirty look from Diane.

"Diane stops getting her allowance and has to earn her own money. Outside of any college courses she may or may not take, meaning she'll have to foot the weekly salon bills for 'hiding' her mix breed status." He looks at mom before I can say anything further.

"Ever since she hit puberty, she's been embarrassed of her mix breed status and her mother. I've had to pay for salon visits, so they can bleach out the vulpine markings, then style the fur, so she looks more lupine than she actually is. I'm lucky she decided to do her tail herself, otherwise that's another fifty a week to the already two to three hundred dollars." Fuck being a girly girl, being a tomboy doesn't cost you so fucking much money!

I watch as Diane 'glares' at her father while her tail tries, and fails to go between her legs, both the chair, and dress blocking its path. I, on the other hand, have to suppress a grin at learning this embarrassing fact. Maybe I can get some enjoyment in playing that stupid gossip game after all.

Christine though is grinning widely at this.

"Oh, but I bet she looked down right adorable as a cub." Mom pauses for a moment. "Why cut her off as soon as she graduates? I don't plan to until they can find another means of income." Dad tucks his napkin onto his lap as I look at mom due to that new bit of information. I mentally consider a few ideas I've been mulling over for earning money.

"Because Diane needs to learn the actual value of money. The admittedly large allowance I give her is typically gone before Wednesday, and yet she still seems to come home with new things everyday regardless." Diane turns her ire filled glare at me, as if to say 'don't you dare say anything', for a moment I consider telling them how she gets what dad is talking about.

Considering we were not technically legal citizens at that time, I'm going to have to let it slide. She'll make a mistake later anyway and face the legal consequences of abusing her Alpha status. It just won't be from me.

"I hope you won't do it in the same way you made me learn." Dad winces at mom's appropriate verbal barb. Even I would be sympathetic to Diane if he did the same thing to her as he did to my mother.

"Yea, I deserved that. As I told you at my store, I didn't intend to hurt you that badly, though, that is not a valid excuse. I do want to make up for it at least, if not completely making it right with you. At the minimum, for Jack's sake." It breaks my heart to see him almost shrink into his seat with what looks like a great amount of guilt on his face.

If I had to guess he blames himself for my apparent suicide, and yet, as much as I want to, I can't tell him I'm right here to stop his pain. I, I can't look at him like this and hold any anger at him for leaving us anymore.

Using the lull in the conversation, Patrick, with mom, and the arctic vixen Bio-Morph all help each other serve the food. Seems Mom cooked up some fancy fish and chicken dishes along with several sides, everyone gets a generous portion and even then it looks like we will have leftovers for a few days.

"I'd like to know one thing Maria, why did you name one of your adopted cubs after him, albeit using the female version." Dad looks at Mom and politely nods in thanks when she serves him.

When everyone is seated, we're all allowed to pick up our utensils and dig in, though before she does Mom looks over at Dad.

"Because, it was for his memory Anthony. How you left us hurt him badly, and he never got over his pain and anger. I guess by the end it became too much to bare for him." It was hard, but not that hard. Patrick's dad helped, so did Patrick. It wasn't easy, especially with having to live in that hellhole, but it didn't quite get to that point.

Seeing others reach that point, and take that long walk off the short window sill helped me not do the same.

"Anyway." Mom speaks up in a happier tone. "To change the subject to a more pleasant one, how did you meet, um, I don't think you told me your wife's name?" The arctic vixen smiles and seems to at least leave her submissive shell for a second.

'My name is Xin.' Yea, the name cements her as a first gen convert. Dad nods and lets Xin gently take his arm as they both take a bite of the food.

I dig in as well and, well, I think mom out did herself in cooking this.

"Lets see, there's no other way to say it, I had just taken my half of our former joint bank account along with my half of our joint retirement account and bought a struggling mom-and-pop grocery store here in Winnipeg. Not long after, Xin walks in, partially dressed in some rags and at first glance, looking halfway to term in her pregnancy. She was asking the nearby employees if there was a position open for her." Xin looks embarrassed as my dad speaks, I've done similar and it is a humbling experience.

Well, minus the pregnancy and half clothed in rags part, for obvious reasons.

"So you fell for her because you felt sorry for her?" Mom raises her eyebrow while dad shakes his head.

"No, I didn't fall for her till later. I took her to my office, gave her some spare food only to find out from her it was her first proper meal in weeks. As for why, that's not important for what you want to know. If you do, you can ask Xin, that's her story to tell." Xin nods at dad when he says this.

"Anyway, back then neither the homeless shelters in Canada, nor the women's shelters accepted Bio-Morphs. That wasn't until a court case a year later. So, after work I took her to the local medical center, to have her checked out and make sure she's okay. Turned out she was a lot closer to term than she looked, but otherwise healthy if on a bit of the thin side for her age. Knowing she had nowhere to stay and with her baby due soon, I offered to let her stay with me until she got her feet under her. Of course, I realized this meant that it will be awhile as she would soon have to care for the cub for a bit instead of working." Mom looks like she politely smiles at this, I can't tell if it's genuine or not.

"Letting her stay with you, was it because?" Dad nods once.

"Looking back at it, yes, part of it was from the guilt of leaving you and Jack and for how lonely I was." I turn my gaze to Diane while rotating my ears to keep tabs on the conversation between mom and dad.

I think now I realize why I feel so aggressive about her being here, I feel she's on my territory, invading my space and challenging my authority.

"Okay, continue then. No need for me to hear your reasoning again." My ear twitches, I haven't heard his side of the story yet! All I know is your side, saying he left because you lost your arm, not that I think you're lying, but, considering how he looked earlier, I want to know his side now.

It's only because the fact I have to keep my real identity a secret that I can't object and have him tell me his side.

"It was Xin that fell for me first, I just didn't notice her hints. She did things like clean around the apartment, cooked a few meals for me by the time I came home. The point that I realized she had fallen for me was when she went into labor, the only people she let near her was the doctor in the hospital, and me. Xin then barely held herself back as the doctor held Diane, yet, she had no problem with me holding her." He pauses and takes some more food from the serving plates as well as refilling his drink.

The rest of us follow suit in refilling plates and glasses, though Diane and I refuse to break the dagger like stares we're aiming at each other though.

"Yea Bio-morph mothers are 'very' protective of their newborn cubs for about the first year, Xin letting you in close is more or less a clue by four across your head letting you know she loves and trusts you." Dad laughs and nods, then looks at Patrick before the rest of us.

"I admit I was a dumb male and didn't understand considering I'm out numbered here, and well, because the couch is colder than the bed." I see Xin smile at this. "Diane helped me connect with Xin though, by god she was near unbearably cute and took a liking to me instantly. I should show you some of her baby pictures sometime Maria." In an instant Diane goes from glaring daggers at me to looking at her father in out right embarrassment.

"Yup, Jackie and Christine were adorable as well. Of course, I got them a little older than when you had Diane. I'll also admit Bio-morphs are a lot cleaner than a human baby. It was weird, but a lot easier to have them litter trained for the first year or so of life till they could be taught how to use the toilet. I did try diapers at first, and that didn't work too well, I find it funny it's in fashion now. I gave up after the third time they chewed them off." Mom looks at Christine and me, I don't need to look to see that Christine has the same look of pure shock and embarrassment on her face as I do, Diane seems to have regained her smug grin as Dad laughs.

This wasn't in the details of my fake identity mom!

"We tried diapers too, upon Xin's insistence., this was by the way the main clue I had that she was a conversion. I overheard some of my Bio-morph employees talk about litter training. But, she too went the litter training route after a couple of hilarious attempts to prevent Diane from doing the same. For not even being a year old they sure can run and find incredibly difficult hiding places for a human to reach." And, there goes Diane's smug grin as she joins Christine and I in the utterly embarrassed and shocked face club. Xin and my dad just smuggly smile back at her.

"Oh look, it seems we've completely and utterly embarrassed our children." Mom smuggly grins at Dad and Xin now.

"It's our jobs as parents to do so Maria, it also got Diane and Jackie to stop staring daggers at each other. They looked like they were going to leap at each other's throats." Dad chuckles. "Speaking of which, they seem to know each other. I know they go to the same school, that one is the main one for Bio-morphs in the city, but I don't know the history between them to act like this." He looks at Diane while Mom looks at me rotates her hand a bit.

A not so subtle sign that I should tell my dad rather than her. Closing my eyes for a moment I sigh, I know I can't tell them about her trying to take the computer.

Our paperwork was not in the system then, only just getting out of the hospital, and anyone asking questions. Like the police, may find something that would blow our cover. Her trying to make me give her it though thankfully was only half the interaction.

Why does the prospect of lying by omission to my dad make me feel bad, when I'm already lying to him that I'm a different person?

'When I was at the mall to replace some stuff stolen by the mover's. Your daughter came up to me and tried to make me submit to her.' Diane glares at me, she might be thinking I'll tell him about the pc thing. She doesn't know how lucky she is that I can't do so.

'I refused to because my sister is strongly attached to me, she has P.I.D. and I am her Alpha female. It would be unfair of me to violate her trust.' Glaring back at Diane I see that the tension in her shoulders has lessened, only a little. Just this once you got off easy, but I know you'll eventually be caught and face the consequences.

"Young lady, we talked about this. Having a pack is not a game about simply having more members than everyone else." Speaking up as soon as I finish, Dad faces her adopted daughter, and for the first time I see Diane look and act submissively.

Not making eye contact with him, ears splayed, and shoulders slumped to make herself look smaller. I can see the resemblance to her mother now. He then looks back at me with a polite smile.

"Maria mentioned you were attacked, can I hear what happened?" Glancing at mom she smiles and shrugs at this.

'Didn't mom tell you about it?' Dad nods.

"Yea, but I am curious to hear your version of it." Okay, I can understand that. I want his side of the story on why he left us. Nodding once to him I put my fork down and place my hand on my lap.

'Me and my sister were walking home from the rural school we went to one day, when a drunk man stopped us. He was yelling at us, demanding we answer why 'animals' like us were playing human. We were taught to ignore people like them, so we tried to go around him. Only for him to pull a handgun out and shoot at us. Since he was drunk, all but a couple shots hit, one nicked Christine's ear, the other hit me in the leg. I think, I blacked out from the pain shortly after.' I know the official story is just a nut job with a gun. Yet, I don't think it will hurt to embellish a bit.

Its not that it is too far from the truth either, just replace the random nut-job with a random farmer nut-job. Honestly, it seems a lot less dangerous than what we actually went through to get here.

Of course, it doesn't include Christine mauling him to death.

'I took off my shirt and tied it around Jackie's leg to try to stop the bleeding. The man though dropped his gun and ran, the shots had attracted the police. I told them what happened to sis, then the officer took me home after sis was taken away in the ambulance.' It still sometimes catches me off guard that Christine has a good head on her shoulders considering her condition.

I didn't think to have her chime in, but she did so anyway and played right off what I said without hesitation.

"I was told about the incident at work and was allowed to leave, after arriving home I took Christine with me to the local hospital. Only to find out that Jackie was sent to Winnipeg memorial. The local hospital had no Bio-morph specialists, so all they did was dress the wound and send her there. Jackie was extremely lucky that day. While the bullet had shattered upon impact, being an old piece of ammo. All the pieces missed the femoral artery. Sadly that's where her luck ran out, they couldn't get all the pieces out, and because it was so old, infection set in quickly." My leg starts to throb suddenly, I reach down to gently rub over the scar, it seems to help it.

"They figured it would be best to keep her in a medical induced coma for a while, mainly, so she didn't have to endure the pain of the multiple surgeries to clean out the infection and the ammo shards. Luckily they were able to save the leg and treat her muscles with some stem cells, so they would regrow a bit. She'll have a large scar and that part of the leg will be slightly smaller than the other, but it's better than losing a limb though." Mom reaches up and rubs the shoulder attachment point to her artificial arm.

I suspect that the bullet I was shot with was purposefully tainted. At any point since I was shot till I collapsed at that property with Bio-morph sympathizers I could've caused the infection by exposing it to the ground and dirt and such. So there's no way to tell what exactly caused the infection.

We were taken to that town's hospital, and I was transferred to Winnipeg for the same reason. Christine though, she went hysterical, so much so that after Patrick arrived, he had to consent, while lying having guardianship, to have her sedated, so she wouldn't harm herself or others in her mental state.

Compared to everything else the government had to look the other way for, that was minor thing to be honest.

"Then you moved into fur town for their safety, so you wouldn't have to deal with nuts like that." Mom nods once to Dad. Xin smiles gently at me, and Diane just looks bored like she doesn't want to be here. I guess we're even in that, I don't want her here either.

Patrick makes himself useful by picking up some empty plates and taking them back into the kitchen, then returning with a cake.

"Only for the movers to 'lose' our stuff. Nothing of the tanner's belongings." Mom nods to Patrick. "Was missing. But, our electronics and expensive clothes were. Among them was the hard drive with all their baby photos. So sadly I can't share any with you." I'm still getting used to seeing Patrick dressed like this, so I realize I'm staring a bit too much after the fact.

To try to cover for this I reach for a piece of cake, Diane takes one too after I do, Christine seems to just ignore it along with everyone else seemingly just bored or lost in thought.

"Yea, I think it has to do with being so close to the U.S. border. The stupid and speciest just bleeds through. I get some nut-job at least once a month like clockwork. Either they harass my Bio-morph employees, or try to stop people from entering because I employee them like any other person would a human. Anyway, no way we can fix that. So, how are you enjoying the neighborhood?" My attention turns back to Diane, though I can see the others finally deciding to dig into the cake.

Something comes to me while looking at her and Xin, something I learned about on the internet.

'So, you're actually a flof.' Pausing a moment to take a bite of the cake and eat it. Oh, I might as well rub in the other thing too. 'And, because your the adopted daughter of our adopted mother's ex. Does that mean we're actually step-sisters?' I say it more or less to humiliate her, but, I not to thrilled about it personally.

Diane's reaction is exactly what I wanted from her, a low growl.

'What the hell is a flof!? I'm a Timber wolf breed, and I'm 'not' your step-sister.' I smirk, just a little, your protests don't make it any less true.

'It's what they call a fox and a wolf cross on the internet, 'sis'.' I don't know why I'm enjoying rubbing this in her face, but I am. She opens her mouth to say something, but dad beats her to it.

"Jackie's right about the sister thing. Even if none of you are related to Maria or me by blood, because we used to be married, your step sisters, and Xin is Jackie's and Christine's step mother. As for the Flof thing, never heard about it, but considering how you looked in your full winter coat when you were little. I think it's a fitting name." pulling out his phone, he brings up a picture.

I can't help laughing out loud upon seeing it. Diane, possibly about seven or so, with so much fur on her body she looks like a standing puff ball, she's almost completely naked, considering the amount of fur, I can understand why.

She's sitting on a large pile of snow that looks like a snow fort, looking up at the camera held by my dad.

Cub Diane would blend in with the snow if not for the bright colored shorts, the only thing she's wearing, and the marble markings in her coat, only pure breed Bio-morph arctic foxes have a snow-white winter coat.

Needles to say Diane's mortified expression is also priceless to me, especially since it seems to get worse when mom picks up the phone to get a better look while 'aww'ing' at it.

"Oh my god Anthony, she's so adorable! What's she doing in the photo anyway? Isn't it too cold for her like that?" Dad smiles while Xin actually laughs.

"While I was at work she was playing in the snow waiting for me to come home. Upon seeing my car pull up she hopped onto the snow fort she made and I snapped that photo, among others." Dad takes the phone back, and swipes through the rest.

'One good thing came of conversion. Winter coat thick, so thick not need clothes in winter. But also make clothes to keep modest difficult to wear.' Xin fills in as Mom is utterly absorbed in the photo's that I can't see.

Oh come on, I want to see them too. Just so that I have more on Diane.

"I guess it's also a drawback for me. Because of that they want to keep the house so cool during winter I have to wear a coat and gloves inside the house at night, or when it's not sunny out. On the flip-side, Xin is so utterly soft and fluffy to hold, so I guess it balances out." I wonder if I'll get a thicker winter coat this year having better food than what they fed me at mauri's?

Xin just smiles and gives a small geckering giggle at my dad for his comment. The mood though is broken as the room fills with the sound of Diane loudly pushing her chair into the table as she stands.

'If you are all done with desert, then I think this dinner is over. Mom.' She looks at dad. ''dad', I'll be waiting in the car for the both of you.' With her ears back she stomps her way to the front door and slamming it as she leaves.

"Wow. The teenage angst is strong with her." Mom comments and I feel I'm missing a reference somehow? It sounds similar to something I heard when I was younger but I can't place it.

Looking around I see that everyone is actually done eating anyway. Mom and Dad are talking, Patrick is just sitting there politely listening to them. Christine is idly playing with a bit of food left on her plate using a fork.

Not to mention the conversation has shifted to a topic I'm not particularly interested in either, so I guess we should leave as well?

'Mom. Do you mind if sis and I leave the table?' Smiling, she nods. I hand Patrick my plate and the second I stand, Christine follows suit.

"I wish Diane was that polite, You did a good job raising her Maria." I hear Mom give a friendly laugh at Dad as I lead Christine out of the dinning room and up to my bedroom. On the way up Christine grabs a couple of small towels from the closet.

By the time I close my bedroom door the conversation is only a murmur that I have to concentrate to listen too thankfully. And as soon as it is closed I strip off the skirt and blouse, before taking one of the towels. Vigorously rubbing all the makeup out of my fur and off my face.

Of course, it leaves the fur on my head a mess, but clean. Still doesn't stop Christine from laughing at the sight. Annoyingly, she deftly avoids the towel as I throw it at her while she more carefully removes her own makeup.

'Your father is nicer than I expected he would be.' Looking over at Christine while I put on some shorts, a shirt, and slip my feet into my slippers which stops the odd feelings from them.

'What did you expect him to be? Being a monster would make it easier to move on from the anger I have. I guess he's just an average person who made a bad choice and hurt people.' Plopping down on my computer chair, Christine takes her normal spot on the bed without taking any effort to get out of her dress.

'I was expecting someone more slick looking, greasy even. Not an average looking older man who seems to be on the downhill slope of his life.' She pauses. 'Speaking of anger, are you still angry at him?' This was the question I was expecting her to ask.

'If I'm being honest about it, no. Not after seeing how he acted. Honest to god I felt bad for not being able to tell him his son is still alive because I can see it's eating at him from the inside. I still have pain and some anger over the act it's self, just not at him, not anymore. Now I just want to reconnect with him and stop lying about who I am.' Christine nods.

'If we're being honest, It took almost everything I had to not try to chase Diane away when I saw her on the porch Jackie.' To say that I was surprised at learning Diane is my step-sister would be an understatement.

'I could somehow tell you were on edge. I was also surprised at this, to actually be related to that bitch. Yet, I think I can understand why some women like the gossip game. The look on Diane's face when dad more or less outed her about her secret for instance.' Christine opens her mouth to say something but the sound of the front door opening and closing ends that line of conversation.

Dad and Xin must've just left, considering I don't hear anything like loud talking and screaming. It must've been on good terms.

'Do you think mom will tell him the truth about us?' It makes me smile that she considers my mom her mom, but that is the million dollar question here.

'Good question. I hope so, if anything, so he doesn't find out by other means. Ms. Henderson found out the truth on her own, so it's a possibility he can as well. I do know one thing, I don't think Diane is smart enough to figure it out on her own.' Christine giggles.

'I agree, Diane wouldn't be able to.' I join in on the giggling.

Turning on my computer I do anything to occupy myself while I mull over what just went on. Christine uses this lul in our conversation to take off her dress and put on some normal clothes.

Not long after I hear Mom walk up the stairs, head to her bedroom, only to head to the shower a bit later. Then to my surprise she lightly knocks on my bedroom door.

"Jackie?" Standing up, I walk over and exit my room, closing the door behind me figuring she wants to talk to me alone.

'Yes Mom?' She's just in a nightgown and doesn't have her artificial arm on.

"Thank you for behaving yourself tonight. Even considering the surprise that your new step-sister is the bully giving you trouble at school." I let my tail wag a decent bit at the complement and praise from mom.

"Your Dad and I have decided to restart our friendship, and I'll be meeting up with him just about every weekend or so." I can feel her gaze on me as she judges my reaction to this bit of news. The only thing that I do is stopping my tail from wagging.

'That means you're going to have to eventually tell him you know. That I didn't commit suicide, that was converted and like a small percentage of converts, their gender is flipped. It also means you're going to have to tell him the truth about everything else, that I'm an escaped slave hiding here while the Canadian government politely looks the other way as long as no one makes it public that I am one.' Mom sighs and leans against the wall with her good arm.

"I know, but I need to wait for the right time to do so." That's going to have to be soon Dad isn't dumb, he'll put two and two together. So I might as well give her a bit of a push to do it sooner than expected as she's most likely planning to procrastinate.

'I think it would be a good idea to do so sooner, rather than later. My gym teacher already found out.' I hold up my hands to stop her from speaking up, so I can continue. 'Ms. Henderson is also an escaped slave, and by her own account a damn intelligent person. She picked up on my body language and behavioral cues I never considered masking or learning as well as inconsistencies in our transcripts to force me into the position that I had to admit to it. Only she knows, and she promises to keep it a secret.' Mom looks concerned for a few moments as I guess she's thinking this over before her shoulders slump.

"Just, try harder to make sure no one else finds out. It's not like we can advertise you and Christine are escaped slaves, I don't want to lose either of you." She gives me a hug, or as best she can with only one arm. I return it while rubbing my muzzle under her chin. A moment or two later she lets go and heads to her room while I re-enter mine.

The moment I enter Christine jumps from the computer chair. Tilting an ear curiously I lay on my bed after putting a pillow under my belly, elbows up and my muzzle in my hands. My tail lazily moves from side to side.

'You can use my computer too Christine, I trust you.' Smiling nervously, Christine sits back down.

'I thought you would be angry if you saw me doing it without asking you first.' I smile, then shake my head.

'We're sisters now, and according to you, we're supposed to share things right?' Christine nods. 'Then it's fine as long as you don't damage it.' Christine goes back to reading what she had opened up on the browser.

A political news and information site, specifically an article about her father. I kinda figured that was the case.

It makes me wonder how dad will react to the news, that his son is now his daughter. That he just had dinner with her without even knowing it. Hopefully better than how he acted when he found out mom lost her arm.

I still clearly remember that loud verbal fight of theirs. The slamming of doors and the throwing of objects.

'Jackie, do you think that maybe, when everyone just stops paying attention to my dad, that I can go see him?' Tilting my head I look at her after being lost in my thoughts.

'Maybe? If, for some reason he crosses the border into Canada it might be an acceptable risk. I wouldn't even dream about crossing back into the united states to see him though.' She looks back at me, her ears move up and down a few times before she nods once and goes silent.

Her desire to reconnect with her father must be strong, with the way her ears were moving I bet she was even considering sneaking back across the border.

We spend the rest of the evening switching places between the bed and the chair as each of us takes turns finding something to do online. As it approaches our normal weekday bedtime though, we start to trade yawns between us as well.

'God sis, I used to have bouts of being a night owl before being converted and all that shit.' Christine, complaining to no one stands and stretches.

'I guess all that time being 'forced' to go to bed at about this time, so we'd have just enough sleep to do the next day's labor did a number on us. Do you want to sleep with me again or in your room tonight?' Christine shrugs, then walks over to me and rubs her muzzle under mine for a moment, in turn I sniff and lick the top of her head.

'Nah, I have some things I need to work out.' You know, it didn't take me long to figure out what she meant when she said that the first time. So I nod and watch her leave, then I hear her own bedroom door open and close.

Shutting down the computer I turn the lights off and curl up on my bed. Not long after I start to hear 'exactly' what she meant by work out, and it is putting me in a similar mood so for several minutes I do stare at my pantie drawer.

Why not, and I can do to the mental images of how handsome Patrick looked tonight. Retrieving the object I join in on the fun.