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Chapter 7 Jackie-The-Junior Retaliation part one

Waking up Sunday morning I return the 'toy' to its proper hiding spot, dress myself, and head downstairs for breakfast. If Mother or Patrick heard what I did last night, neither comment on it. Nor do they comment on Christine's similar activities.

Like Saturday, I take a seat on Patrick's lap, mostly just to mess with him a bit, it is comfortable though. He moves me to a neighboring chair like yesterday. I do plop my tail on lap as we have waffles for breakfast, and while I would have loved to spend most of the day with him. He says he has 'pick-up' duty today, so he has to eat quickly, so he can make it to that one stretch of road.

That's all he's willing to tell me. I know I shouldn't judge considering, but, he should do something a bit more legal now that I'm here.

Pickup-duty is more or less him taking a van or sedan and driving between here and a few other small towns. Considering the condition of the trails and such in the national park Christine and I used, they could end up anywhere along that route.

Other than that, we do get an annoyed glare from Flint sitting across the table, one that I return by sticking my tongue out at him.

With breakfast over, Christine and I retire to my bedroom taking turns using my computer. I use the card I bought yesterday to buy a game that I remember hearing some of our classmates talking about.

Trying it out I find it's not badly made, but I don't find it fun to play. So I end up browsing the game service and wish-listing some other games that look interesting, and a couple for Christine too.

Patrick returns by late afternoon, so I let Christine have the computer as I spend the time till dinner with him. We just end up sitting on the couch watching a movie as I lean against him. Both of us ignore Flint, and the dirty looks he gives us.

Because I spent last week helping mother cook, tonight seems to be the start of her teaching Christine how to cook. Due to her P.I.D., I do have to extract myself from my spot next to Patrick and help calm her down.

Mother doesn't seem as used to it as I am, the main problem is giving Christine directions. It can't be in an authoritative tone or phrasing, and in turn her P.I.D. makes her take them a bit more literally than one should.

Sometimes to comical effect. No one got hurt, other than some poor vegetables and a cutting board.

Despite this minor issue, the food turned out alright. Afterwards both Christine and I do our normal evening routines, and that night we curl around each other on my bed in the nest of pillows and blankets I've made into some kind of den.

Patrick jokes that we should replace the human bed in my room with a giant doggy one, honestly though, that may be a good idea. I can use the extra room to see if these new hands of mine have the skill to solder.

The next morning and with it the beginning of a new school week, I hold Christine's hand to comfort her as much as to comfort myself as we stand at the entrance of the High school. We both know 'something' is going to happen today, after all Diane isn't going to let what happened on Saturday slide. We just don't know what she'll do.

Like the entire last week, the oppressive crowd of bio-morphs and humans greet us upon entering the school. Along with the near deafening noise. Our normal lockers are untouched, both on the inside and out with nothing missing. So we grab what we need and head for Mr. Mathew's math class. The first of the day, and maybe, I can consider him a friend one day with how nice he is.

Other than a few stares by a few of the other Bio-Morph students, who I assume are a part of Diane's pack. Nothing unusual happens during class other than Mr Mathew praising us again on how well we're doing. And promising to give us something more challenging homework wise.

Then there is the polar opposite, Ms. Alice's English/French class. Christine and I sit down in our normal seats at a round table before I notice a Bio-morph that does not belong to our class in here. He seems to be talking to Ms. Alice and showing something to her on her phone. I'm' unable to hear the conversation due to the normal rabble, and he leaves well before class starts. With him, for some reason so does the normal feeling of the class .

Because the second he does, Ms. Alice stands, then starts furiously writing and drawing onto the electronic whiteboard.

"Since the racist, specist and homophobic school administration refuses to allow me to teach you a more equitable curriculum. Or at least grade you using a more equitable structure. Today I'm starting my 'own' grading system, and, this is how it's going to work." Stepping aside, she reveals some kind pyramid structure with spaces for names and a box to the side of it.

"The starting position of your grades will depend on your privilege. So this will put you on a more equitable playing field." With that she starts writing student's names into the pyramid. "You white males, the few here, you're on the bottom, you're now below the people you've been oppressing your entire lives. You're automatically failing and until I can see you admitting to your privileged state, denouncing it, and making amends to your betters, you won't be able to increase your grade at all." Considering this school has mostly Bio-Morph students, there are only a few names in the bottom of the pyramid.

Not surprisingly I hear people taking out their phones, snapping pictures of the whiteboard, and the ones that aren't, are most likely recording a video of this.

"Just above them are the CIS human white females, along with the homosexual white men." She pauses for a second, I wonder if a small gear in her head finally catches considering the obvious contradiction, then turns to glare daggers at the entire class.

"Anyone who points out that I'm white and female will get detention for a full month. I've done more than enough to make up all the oppression I've done for being born one." Ms. Alice goes back to writing a single name in this section. "So there is only one student in this category since we have no homosexual white males. Still, this group is just above failing, so don't get comfortable." I don't know if ms. Alice can hear it, but a few students call bullshit on this whole thing.

"Next up are CIS gender and homosexual people of color, along with CIS gender Male Bio-Morphs. To those of you that fall into the latter, you shouldn't get comfortable! After all you're still 'males' and made from the rape happy, women oppressing stock that the white human males are made from." I was expecting this, it still doesn't stop me from face-pawing. Everyone knows that the first Bio-Morph converts, were undesirable Chinese citizens, thus Asian. A completely different category in this wack-job ideology of Ms. Alice's.

Needless to say, this is one of the larger portions of her new grading system.

"I will make sure you don't forget your betters, the CIS gender Bio-morph females. These unfortunate and victimized people were made by 'men' to lose their mind's, becoming nothing but sexual objects for a week to a week and a half every year just for their pleasure!" Ms. Alice's voice gains a saccharine sympathetic tone as she speaks, while her words leave me speechless.

I, don't really know where to begin on correcting her, and how it's due to the canine genome Bio-Morphs are based on. The thing that grabs my attention is, that when she finishes writing student names in this block, Mine and Christine's aren't in it.

Not that I care about this whole circus show, it's just an oddity. Considering Ms. Alice has written everyone else in their respective 'places' on her 'privilege' chart except us. Especially since by her own logic we'd be in that field too.

She finally reaches the top of the pyramid.

"These are the top students in this class. The ones you should strive to achieve to be, or at least strive to make reparations on your oppression of them. Homosexual Bio-Morph females, and any non-binary individuals and their respective genders I've not mentioned." Only one name is put in this spot, not surprisingly Ms. Alice puts her own name in here as well.

How did that old book I was forced to read last time I went through High-school go? Four legs good, two legs better?

"Finally, we come to the last category." Ms. Alice draws a small box next to the pyramid. "For those I consider irredeemable, Those who will never pass this class, school-board be fucking damned. I know that the popular opinion of the student body is I'm some crazed old wacko." I don't want to draw attention to myself, I hold my muzzle shut to prevent a laugh from escaping.

Glancing over to Christine shows that she's having to do the same.

"I do have friends in many places here. I also use the school social website to keep tabs on every student in my class. So for the rest of you, don't think you can pretend to act as you should during the short hour you have here every week day. I will find out, and you will get punished." Ms. Alice glares daggers at Christine and I, causing the fur on the back of my neck.

I also get a sinking feeling in my gut as to why Christine and I weren't put in the second highest slot, despite being 'CIS gender female Bio-Morphs'.

"I should've figured. Everyone knows that countryside bumpkins act like this. That they would have backwards, unenlightened and transphobic beliefs. Especially after how they treated Xir head secretary." As if the act itself causes her pain, Ms. Alice writes our names in the box.

Then she presses a few buttons on the white board wand causing the entire drawing, names and all to move to the corner where information is kept unless specifically removed.

Pressing another button brings up some school social media website posts, ones I know I didn't make because I haven't used it to post anything public yet.

One says the secretary a delusional bitch, even though she is, and I'd refuse to call her what she wants to be called. Okay, that 'is' how I feel, but I wouldn't post it to a public website like some teenage attention whore.

Similar with posts about Ms. Alice pop up as well. A noise from Christine's seat causes me to look over at her, she's squirming in her seat. So I reach under the table and gently grab Christine's hand. The instinct to protect her Alpha must be yelling at her to do so, one of us lashing out is most likely what Ms. Alice wants.

My simple touch though is enough to calm her down to the point that she can sit still.

I have an idea on who made these, considering it would be pretty simple to do. Save the student photo, of the person whom you want to frame, take a screen shot of one of your public posts. Replace your photo with said person, erase what was written, add back in what you want them to say using the same font family and size used, and most couldn't tell the difference.

I just didn't think Diane would be smart enough to do so, even though she would stoop that low.

"The both of you will 'never' pass my class, and you'll also have detention the rest of the semester. During class, you'll have to sit away from everyone else. After all, no one wants to sit next to a couple of backwards, racist, homophobic, transphoic bitches." We look at where Ms. Alice is pointing, a small rickety looking table against the back wall of the room that I only just notice.

Looking back at her she uses a 'shooing' motion with her hand to get Christine and I to move to said table.

Letting my ears go flat back to show my displeasure, I do suppress a growl, don't want to give her an opening to ping me with an actual offense. Christine seems to be following my lead with her own ears flat back as we walk over to where Ms. Alice is pointing.

The table is barely able to hold our things, in both space and weight without falling apart. To add insult to injury, the chairs also don't have tail holes making them a pain to sit in.

"I checked the website this morning, deleting them off your page isn't going to save you. So I'll assign some 'special' homework for the both of you, you WILL complete them, and if you don't I'll have you apologize in front of the entire class for your backwards views every single day you don't." I'd like to see you try, bitch, I would like to see you try.

I can always have Mr Mathew remove the assignments from our tablets, as for detention, I don't think they'll let her do it. Doesn't Canada have a federal law against illegal detainment?

With her rant over with, she dives head first into her own version of the curriculum, which of course has nothing to do with teaching us High-school level French or English.

Her vendetta doesn't end there, Ms. Alice prevents us from leaving when class ends until everyone else has left the room. Giving us little time to get to Mr. Mason's History class. We end up entering the classroom seconds before the period start tone sounds over the intercom.

I can't help but let out a sigh of relief once we're able to sit down in our seats in his class. It's going to be a long year with that bitch now, longer than it seemed before, all thanks to Diane.

Mr. Mason's class goes on normally thankfully, no one tries anything, and none of the other Bio-morphs in here seem to pay attention to us. Before we know it, the tone rings out signaling the end of this period and the beginning of lunch.

Christine and I head for the cafeteria at a more sedate pace than the half run we had to do to get to Mr. Mason's class on time. Then we stick close together as we enter the line for food due to the roar of the crowd here.

'Why is the teacher's union fighting Ms. Alice's termination considering the shit she does?' Christine leans in close to me, so I can hear her, then I return the favor, so she can hear my reply.

'If I had to guess, that union is filled with similar minded people from mother's generation.' Her only reply is a frustrated sigh as we follow the line in.

They have the same selection of food as last week, but this time the pizza appears, and smells, a bit more edible. So both of us grab a slice followed by a carton of milk. Following the line to the checkout station we grab some utensils too, a knife and fork will make it easier to eat this.

Not to pay of course, that's covered by the tuition fee's, unlike how it is back in the united states. It's to scan our badges, they use that to determine if we took the free lunch option or brought our own.

With our lunches in hand we exit into the seating area, then head over to the table near a corner that has become our standard one in the past week.

If not for the sheer roar of noise in here, drowning out sounds more than a few feet away, or how the sheer amount of scents in here does the same for my nose. I would've heard or scented the two male timber wolf Bio-morphs following us to our table.

The second we sit down, they step up and snatch everything off our trays except our cartons of milk. A moment later they take a step back allowing Diane to sit down in front of us.

A pathetic looking salad is what she has on her lunch tray, but she does have a smile on her face.

'Hello my dear 'sisters', you should watch your figures you know. Eating that pizza will make you fat.' The venom that drips from her words is so thick it's almost visible.

A growl escapes Christine's throat, aimed at Diane but I quickly and firmly grip her shoulder to get her to stop.

'That was our lunch Diane, and the only thing edible this place serves.' I need to hold back my anger, I can't growl at her while making Christine stop. Diane's grin seems to widen at this, but only for a second.

'Well, some days I am forced to agree on the edible part, but, I did leave you your milks to drink today. So you won't exactly go hungry today.' Narrowing my eyes at Diane I pick up the carton and open it, mustering all I can to not just toss it in her face. Christine follows suit in opening her carton.

'Why?' I resort to just staring her down, Diane laughs at my question though.

'Like I'm going to tell you 'why'. Sipping from now what consists of my lunch, I watch Diane take a bite of her salad, then try to hide how bad it tastes.

If it wasn't for how long the food line 'still' is, I would've taken Christine and gone to get more. I'm sure they would allow us to get more.

'Oh, that's right, Jackie, I know where you live now! So how about we make a little deal.' Diane puts her fork down and locks eyes with me. 'You do 'not' speak a word of what you learned Saturday night, and you can keep that home as a haven away from my ire.' Okay, damn the consequences, she just threatened mom and Patrick.

I won't keep my ears from laying flat back in anger, but I do have to squeeze harder on Christine's shoulder to stop her from jumping out of her seat to lunge at Diane.

It doesn't stop her tail from beating the chair in anger, nor mine come to think of it. I still wonder how I can't notice things like that sometimes, then can't help but notice it at other times.

'You do anything like that, and it crosses the line to getting the police involved. You won't be able to talk yourself out of that by using your pack 'Diane'.' She rolls her eyes, grabs her fork and stabs another bite of her lunch.

I just drop the empty carton of milk onto my tray.

'Oh I bet the police is just itching to get on some high school hi-jinks.' Diane's voice drips with sarcasm. 'News flash vixen slut! Like Dad said during dinner on Saturday, he's dealt with the police monthly. It happens Like clockwork, some 'human' nut-job shows up. The police don't do anything past the initial report, unless someone is physically assaulted that is. So I know where the line is, I won't cross it outside of school. Meaning, you'll get as far with them as dad does.' I won't growl, I won't. Doesn't matter how much everything is screaming at me to do so as she is threatening my whole family.

I have to fight it, I can't contradict myself in front of Christine. Someone needs to be the better Alpha in this situation, and that will be me. Part of me wishes I could talk to Alpha or Mauri right now, they're my only experience on how to behave like one.

As hard as I have it controlling my new instincts, I can tell Christine has it worse from her visible trembling.

'First things first, 'Sister', how come this information isn't already known about you? From what I understand, you grew up in this city, surely there are other Bio-Morphs, or even humans that went to school with you when you were younger. People who know you're a Flof from before you got that stick in your ass.' For the first time since I was converted, my voice goes low enough to be within spitting distance of my old male tone.

Mainly to show how serious I am in her trying to provoke me or Christine, that there is a line, and she's about to cross it.

I also have to wonder. Why she's so fearful about it? Sure, one of your parents is an arctic vixen Bio-morph, and a very submissive one at that, so what. From what I've seen in the two weeks at this school, I don't think anyone would care about it.

'I didn't go to this school district when I was younger, dad had me switch to this one after my first heat for my safety. The few that switched districts along with me, I made into 'loyal' pack members, so they'll never tell anyone. All I need from you 'sis' is, one, little, promise. And things don't get any worse for you then they already have, like in say Ms. Alice's class for instance.' Diane looks dismissively at her nails after finishing off the wilted salad.

I knew she was behind that. Like there was any doubt, but it's reassuring to know for sure, It will make tolerating Ms. Alice much easier.

'No, I'm not going to promise you anything Diane. There's no reason to trust you'll keep your word if I do. Not when you're also trying to force me into your pack over the well-being of my sister.' Diane's reaction is what I expected it to be. Her ears go flat back as she stabs the paper container of her salad with her fork.

'Then I will see you in science class 'sis', Enjoy Ms. Henderson's gym class.' Standing up, Diane grabs her tray and leaves, disappearing into the crowd of people heading to their next class. Her two pack members right on her tail.

'If it wasn't for your hand firmly on my shoulder Al-, I mean sis, I am afraid I would've done something I would've regretted, a lot, even if it was Diane.' Nodding to her once, I gather my things, then stand, Christine follows suit.

'Are you going to be okay sis? I'm sure Ms. Henderson will understand if I'm late. I'll help you get to your next class if you need it.' Looking at Christine's face, I can tell she's torn in how to answer me.

Part of me wants to do it regardless of what she says. I'm her Alpha, protector and sister, I'm not supposed to leave her on her own when she's having trouble.

Sigh, I'm also not supposed to completely shelter her either. She's going to have to learn how to handle her disorder, otherwise she won't be able to function once we graduate, again.

Wait, did she graduate her boarding school before she ran away? I don't remember her saying if she did.

'I, I'll be okay sis, I, think I have it under control. You can head to gym, I'll see you in home-room in a couple of hours.' Genuinely smiling at her resolve, I give Christine a firm hug before we part ways at the cafeteria exit.

Sigh, I was already hungry by lunchtime, only having that carton of milk isn't helping ease that hunger. I felt, more than heard, my stomach growling as I make my way to the small breed bio-morph women's locker-room.

Inside, I find further, and more desperate signs of tampering on the lock, but it's durable so it's still functional. While changing into my gym clothes I overhear we have track today, so once I finish changing, I head outside with the rest of the class.

After Ms. Henderson sends the rest to jog laps, and before I can enter the track field proper, she taps me on the shoulder before pulling me aside.

'Ms. Strader, saw on school media website, Diane took lunch. Thought might want food.' My stomach loudly growls before I can answer, causing Ms. Henderson to giggle with a smile.

Following her to the bleachers, we sit in the middle of the first five rows, once comfortable, Ms Henderson hands me an aluminum foil wrapped sandwhich.

'It seems news travels fast here, thank you.' Unwrapping it, I find it's not something I would like to eat. Food is food though, and I'd rather not refuse it.

Also I haven't shaken the old habit of eating what ever you can get a hold of, because it may be a long while before your next meal.

'No entertainment but watch posts on school website, outside link banned and data plan for phone expensive on teacher pay.' I watch Ms. Henderson as she watches rest of the class, making sure they're doing laps, etc.

'Besides, converts like us need to stick together. Some natural born think we too human to be one of them, too many humans think Bio-Morphs freaks. Neither care it happen to us not by choice.' Nodding once, I swallow the last bite of what she gave me.

'Flint, the brother of my best friend, now boyfriend, thinks I'm a sex crazed bimbo with some memories of being the Jack he used to know. That I'm not 'Jack' anymore.' Sighing I ball up the aluminum foil slowly.

'In a way he's not wrong. That Jack, the Bio-morph hating one, the one who couldn't get a job and it was slowly eating away at him Jack is gone. The majority of him is still here as I am now, Jackie.' I hand Ms Henderson the balled up aluminum foil. She sticks it in her tablet carrying bag.

'Pleasure model have that reputation. After all, made to stay good-looking though out life. Made not easy to get fat, but also not gain much muscle.' Okay, hearing that hurts, here I thought I could gain bit of my lost strength back.

'Anyway what prompt Diane to do this, direct bullying not normal style. Only through pack she bully, give plausible deniability.' Brushing some crumbs off my chest and I sigh.

Then I double check that the rest of the class, including the mouse girl are too far away to hear.

'Turns out Diane is the adopted daughter of my biological dad. He and my mother ran into each other the other week at a grocery store chain he owns, they talked and decided to have a family dinner to reconcile. On Saturday he arrived with Diane and her mother, from her age and how she spoke, she's an original generation convert. An arctic fox pleasure model to boot. Her name is Xin, and she's 'very' submissive to those around her, but doesn't seem to be suffering from P.I.D. like Christine.' Okay, I can't help letting out a yip like giggle at Ms. Henderson, she looks hilarious like this.

Head tilted in that curious canine fashion with her ears forward looks down right comical on a squirrel breed Bio-Morph.

'So Diane crossbreed of timber wolf and arctic fox?' While stifling another giggle at how she looks, I nod once.

'It also makes her my step-sister, and she doesn't want the knowledge of her being a crossbreed known. Even though if you look at her you can see the physical signs. Slightly longer tail then a lupine breed, a more lithe and developed figure, similar to her pleasure model arctic fox breed mother.' Ms. Henderson points to one of the other lupine breeds in this class running off in the distance.

'Yea lupine breed look similar to each other except size and fur color. Females not as shapely as pleasure breeds too, seen Diane, hide it well, fur styled right can hide actual physical shape. Must cost fortune to do though. When get own fur trimmed it cost several hundred, try to do only once every three or four month after saving up.' I look down at my own fur at that. I don't see anything wrong with it being a little long like this.

It's clean and brushed but that's about it, I don't see the point in getting it cut and styled. Well, maybe if I want to treat Patrick I could tolerate and justify such a frivolous thing.

Wait, did I just, no I'll think about that later.

'Dad said it costs him about two hundred and fifty dollars a week for her to go to the salon. Mainly for styling and bleaching out the color blotches due to her being part fox breed. He also says he'll stop paying for the service once she graduates.' Ms. Henderson rolls her eyes.

'Too much to spend on kid for trivial thing! No wonder she act like spoiled bitch. Back home we style own hair or each others.' I can't help it, I let out a yipping laugh at how she reacts to how much she spends on it.

'Thank you for the food, I guess I should go walk some laps now.' Ms Henderson gently grabs my hand as I stand, she shakes her head and points to first row of bleachers.

'No. Walking help rebuild strength. You need stretch limb to maintain limberness too, prevent scar tissue. Otherwise, muscle won't be as flexible as before. Cause further injury.' Letting go of me, she walks down to the first row then places her left hand onto the bleacher.

Watching amazed as she leans on her left leg while raising her right leg up. First she holds it parallel to the ground, then raises it till it's nearly straight up. She's standing on one leg, doing the splits while her tail stays even with the rest of her back.

Knowing she used to be a gymnast, and watching her move like one are two different things. Makes me realize the talent she has and in turn some more respect for her advice in this. Especially after she holds this position for a full minute before lowering her leg.

'Don't expect you to do that exactly, but will do similar exercise. Hopefully not much scar tissue formed. Lean on good leg, raise injured up as far as can and hold for thirty seconds, rest ten, then again for thirty.' With a nervous tail twitch I walk down to the ground, then place my hand on the first bleacher. Mimicking her, I lean on my good leg and lift up my injured one.

First thing I notice is that I'm more flexible than I remember being as I can lift the leg higher than before I was converted, secondly, the motion tugs weirdly at a certain area and the sensation is nearly impossible to ignore.

Finally, it also doesn't take long for both sensations to be overwhelmed by some deep, throbbing soreness originating from under the larger part of the scar on my leg. Where the bullet passed through, and they had to remove tissue.

I don't think I last much longer than fifteen seconds at most before I have to lower the leg and sit on the bench. Even then the pain doesn't stop, only lessen.

'Not as long as hoped you could do. What feel in leg?' Ms. Henderson kneels in front of me the instant I sit down.

'Deep throbbing pain as well as a tight soreness in the area of the surface scar.' Without asking my permission, she gently runs her hands over the surface scars on my injured leg.

A moment later her hands firmly press into the muscle there. Can't help it, the minor stab of pain as she does this forces me to let out a canine yelp. I cover my muzzle as my ears fold back in embarrassment.

'Was afraid of this. Hospital should put you on physical therapy moment you were discharged but didn't. Knot of scar tissue formed where muscle was injured and what you felt was good muscle tugging it.' Letting go of my muzzle I sigh, then smooth out the fur on my leg that Ms Henderson ruffed up.

'That's not good, is it?' Ms. Henderson sits down next to me on the bleacher, before stretching out one of her legs.

'Scar tissue here.' She points to the same spot on her leg where I got injured on mine. 'In main group for movement and flexibility. In proper hospital you been put on physical therapy the moment sutures could take strain, made walk and stretch as heal.' Ms Henderson rotates her leg a little and rings a finger across the muscle group.

'If left alone, flexibility get worse, too much strain cause good muscle to rip from hardened scar tissue, at best cause severe limp, at worst mean can't walk unaided.' Wait! That means I would need a cane or a walker if I get injured again! Shit..

'Bad news, most of what form can't be fixed, too late. But! You not athlete, not require full use. Good news is if you work very hard in stretching, this loosen up some scar tissue, and return some flexibility. Will also prevent aforementioned injury.' Ms Henderson lowers her leg and smooths out her fur.

'So use rest of period to stretch as showed you, just do longer rest periods between. Leg will be sore for rest of day though, but in time should be able to do without pain.' I'm allowed to rest for a few more minutes, then Ms. Henderson directs me to stand and start stretching.

For the next half hour I do as she showed me, holding my leg it in that position, then rest for a bit. By the end of a few rounds of this, my leg is in almost as much pain as it has been since I was shot. Not that this holds a candle to that, no, being shot is the most pain I've ever been in.

'Nothing injured? You can move right?' Ms. Henderson smiles as I nod once. 'Sit rest of period, this counts as today's exercise. You do this every day once a day, even on weekends. NO skipping! Not matter if morning or evening. Pain should lessen in couple weeks, when that happen we will move on to different exercise.' Not waiting for my reply, she turns and directs the rest of the class to come to a stop in front of the bleachers.

With everyone here, she barks out that they should line up in evenly spaced rows and columns, far enough apart that no one can touch another.

'All limbered from jog, yes?' I watch transfixed as the class replies as one saying yes Ms. Henderson. With her back turned to me I don't know if she's smiling but her tail twitches like a small wag.

I feel a pair of eyes on me and when I look over the Mouse breed Bio-morph girl and I make eye contact, before she breaks it a moment later.

'Good! We do push-ups, sit-ups, and jacks of jumping for rest of period. No talking or gossiping, If hear you, I make you run lap, not jog.' Ms. Henderson loudly claps her hands once. Each one gets down on the ground at their own pace, the one avian Bio-morph girl here seems to have the hardest time of it.

Then as one, in near military fashion, they start doing push-ups. Ms Henderson begins walking among them at the same time, I can see her looking at each student she passes, watching them with a judgmental eye.

Not long after, the uniformity collapses as each person falls into their own pace, either by fitness or body type. I do have to feel sorry for the Avian girl, her two front towed feet look like they're having a hard time getting purchase on the tarmac. She does slip once in a while, but Ms. Henderson doesn't seem to be focusing on her.

No, instead, she stops in front of another student and kneels down.

'Push-up is when belly touches ground not boob! Go run lap.' With an angry grumble, or as close as a feline bio-morph can make, she stands and starts running down the track. By the time she's around the first bend, and close to the second, the class has finished their first round of push-ups, and their first round of sit-ups.

So they stand and wipe off the gravel from their uniforms in preparation to do jumping jacks.

I can't help myself, I wince as some of the more, busty, classmates face's contort in pain when the class starts. It reminds me that the bra, or just tube of fabric as it actually was, wasn't up to the task of keeping them secure when I was back at Mauri's. Makes me wonder if the pair I have on now would fair any better as I look down and peek inside my gym-shirt at the simple white bra.

Considering I'm not one of the smaller endowed girls here, I'd hate to find out in front of everyone.

Mentally chuckling, I let go of my shirt and shake my head at how much my worldview has changed. About a year ago a sight like this would've turned me on. At least if it was human women, not anymore though.

It is still new and a little weird to see things from this perspective now, but, it's not bad, and I'm getting used to it.

Not to mention, I'm not the only one who notices this. Ms. Henderson beelines to each of the girls who're wincing in pain. Chastising them for their choice in underwear, and how 'fancy' one's like they're wearing don't provide proper sporting support, in turn causing this. Their told to bring a proper pair tomorrow, or see how it feels to do this without wearing a bra.

Oh, yea, that hurts. The memory of me doing that when I figured out how to get out of my container asserts itself. Boobs, despite all their fun, don't like sudden movements like that.

They're back to push-ups by the time the boob push-up girl returns from her lap. She rejoins the class and seems to have learned her lesson, but the run has exhausted her, so she's barely able to do any full push-ups.

Ms. Henderson calls an end to the exercises after the second round of jumping jacks. Eliciting near universal cries of happiness via yips, barks, meows, and a single chirp. Since class is over with, I stand, only to wince as I put weight on my injured leg. It doesn't buckle under my weight, but I do limp as I follow them.

No surprise I end up straggling behind even the avian Bio-Morph Girl, but it does allow me to walk with Ms. Henderson.

'Give it few hours, should be better. Heat pad will help ease wait pain remains when get home.' Nodding to her, I take a glance over at my classmates ahead of us. They appear to be out of earshot, and I suspect they're too busy with the normal gossip between each other.

'I'm glad I didn't have to do those jumping jacks today.' Glancing at Ms. Henderson, I see her Grinning at me.

'Realizing bigger not better?' She mimes grabbing her own petite pair, Causing me to let out a gecker like laugh while I shake my head.

'Nope! I like them they way they are. I just didn't wear a sports bra today, so I'd be one of the ones you chastised if I did do jumping jacks. I've felt what jumping is like with these while not wearing a bra, it wasn't pleasant.' I grin as she lets out a squeaking sound that seems like laughter to me.

'Sure. If can ask, when did this happen? Many student I get not used to such activity as primary school still not restore physical ed, so this happen always with new classes.' Ms. Henderson manages to get out once she calms down, then helps me up some stairs to the sidewalk covered path.

'I was ecstatic when I figured out how to get out of fenced off storage area they kept us in at Mauri's. See, the containers we were housed in had double ended fridges. Allowing a service company to stock them without having to interact with the Bio-morphs. That door on the fridge had no lock, and the back door only had a lock preventing people from getting in. I smuggled a knife from the restaurant, used it to jimmy that door open. I was so excited when it worked I jumped for joy. I instantly regretted the action considering the simple tube of cloth they gave us gave no support.' Ms. Henderson nods with a sympathetic look on her face.

We're the last to the door into the school, so she opens and holds it open for me.

'You know Jackie, not need wait till class to talk. If want we can talk with direct messaging on school social site after hours.' I thank her for holding the door open, already after the short walk to here the leg feels better, and I seem to be limping less. It still hurts though.

That's a good idea to, come to think of it. I think we may need to be careful with what we say on that as well.

'Do you need my account name? Or do I have to look you up on it first?' Ms. Henderson shakes her head, walking next to me as we head to the locker room. Most of the class is already there. I don't blame them considering they have to shower first, then head to their next class.

'No, can look you up in student directory of class. Will message you later, you need to change, then head to next period.' Nodding once, we part ways as soon as we enter the locker room. Ms. Henderson to her office, and I head over to my locker.

Upon arrive at my locker, I find my lock sporting brand-new dent in the back of it, and a notch taken out of the metal loop. Seems someone tried to get into my locker while I was outside with the rest of the class. It rules out anyone here as the culprit, at least this time.

I don't know how much more punishment this old lock can take. So as I open it, change into the god-damn skirt of the school uniform, then stuff my gym clothes into my backpack. Making a mental note to ask Patrick for new one tonight.

Mother claims I will get used to wearing one, eventually. I don't think so, it feels too weird to be walking around knowing you're clothed, but feeling like you're just in your underwear from the waist down.

Closing and locking my locker I shoulder my backpack, then head off to Mr. Davidson's science class.

I left before everyone else in my gym class, and Diane still beats me to Mr. Davidson's class. Maybe her previous one is close by? She's already sitting at her desk, behind mine and stares at me as I enter.

None of the other students pay any attention to me and Mr. Davidson seems to be more focused on his computer than his students right now.

Due to old habits, I do a quick once over of my chair and desk before sitting down. Just in case she did anything to it, then store my backpack under my seat. Another habit I intend to quickly reacquire as much as I hate having to do so.

'Are you doing okay Jackie? Hungry?' Diane tone drips with faux politeness.

'Fine.' Shit, that reminds me, I forgot to ask Ms. Henderson if she had something for Christine to eat. I would hate to be the only one of us to get something to have food after what happened.

For some reason I feel as though Christine would be alright with that, I quickly file that away as her P.I.D. and my Alpha instincts talking.

'Oh good. It means you needed the diet after all.' Mentally sighing, it's hard to resist the urge to turn around and face Diane. Because as soon as I do, I 'know' that the start of class tone will ring and I'd get into trouble. Diane would love for that to happen.

'I guess you needed all that extra food right? It must be taxing running such a large pack after all.' Yea I know she didn't eat our lunches, I can't resist giving her a verbal jab for some reason. Compared to out right punching a bully like her, it seems, lacking. I miss being able to settle these disputes that quickly.

'If I ate that shit, I would be just as fat as you are, so I let those two beta's them have them.' Suddenly I feel her hand on my tail, forcing me to quell the urge to turn around. I have to grit my teeth to do so, an odd feeling with a muzzle.

'To be honest, you should reconsider my offer Jackie, it would be in your best interest too. I'll even sweeten the deal, If you do what I want, I'll lay off of you for the rest of the year until graduation. I can't promise I'll completely leave you alone, after all you 'did' snub my last offer rather rudely.' A split-second later I hear the shink of a pair of scissors closing,

Dread and anger flow through me as I Instantly pull my tail around to comb my hands through my fur. None of it has been cut and neither has the tail itself. Only after those feelings pass a moment late do I realize that if she had done something, I would've felt it and I played right into her hands in doing this.

I shouldn't do it, it would be playing into her hands again, but, I've become pretty attached to my tail. It's a new button of mine, even knowing it is doesn't help as she's pressed it. Turning around in my seat I face Diane, ears flat back in anger.

'Do you honestly hate what you are 'that' much?' Diane leans in, staring me down with her own ears flat back.

'You bet the fucking fur on your tail I do. My mother is a submissive bitch, she can't stand up for herself even if her life depended on it. To the point that I'm only here because she couldn't say no to anyone. I won't, ever, be like her.' Diane snorts before leaning back to sit normally in her chair.

'You have until lunch tomorrow Jackie, or I'll shave the fur off your tail, then Christine's. I know how much vulpine breeds love their tails, because of that, I know exactly how to get to you.' The tone indicating the start of class cuts off anything I want to say.

Instantly I move to face forward and pay attention to Mr. Davidson. Class has started, and from what I've seen on how he handles Diane, he would have no qualms about punishing me.

During the entire class I keep my tail in my lap, and out of Diane's reach. In between having to answer questions, when called upon, or feign paying attention to his lecturing. I play with the idea of reporting her threat to the school administration.

The problem with that is it would mean dealing with that bitch of a secretary, and her crazy views she wants to force on others. I had enough of that today in English/French class.

So I'm left with no other option, I'll have to deal with it myself somehow. Sigh, it was so much simpler last time round, some guy gave you shit? You either threatened him back, and they would cave, or you would throw a few punches in a back alley after school.

Either way you showed you're not an easy target, and they left you alone.

The instant the tone rings out for the end of class, I'm out of my seat with my belongings in hand, and head out of the door. Aiming dive into the crowd of students in the halls to prevent Diane from cornering me by disappearing.

It also helps that since Mr. Davidson has been keeping an eye on Diane's phone usage, and her addiction to it, she needs to use it the second she's able to. Rather than go after me.

Pushing my way through the mass of bodies to home-room I let out a small sigh. Mr. Mathew said the home-room teacher changes every week, so that means he won't be there to talk to, I need some of his advice and help, badly. I also hope this week is not Ms. Alice's turn either, two classes with her would drive me nuts before the end of the week.

Like the past week, I'm ambushed into a hug by Christine the moment I enter the room, returning it, I let her place her muzzle under mine for a moment. After letting go, Christine gently grasps my hand, and we go and sit down at our now normal spot. The teacher this week is a human woman I do not recognize.

Standing once the start of class tone plays, she introduces herself as the gym coach for the human female gym class, and that if we need anything to ask her first and to use this class as a quiet study session.

She sits back down and returns to paying attention to the computer.

'Did Ms. Henderson have anything for you to eat today?' Scooting my chair a little closer, allowing us to lean against each other. Also, so we can talk quietly.

'A couple of energy bars, I had to eat them as I jogged laps.' Christine pauses. 'I'm going to have to ask mom for a better sports bra. This one doesn't provide enough support for Jumping Jacks.' I stifle a gecker like laugh at that mental image. She's not as big as I am, but it's still funny.

'Even more so for me when I'm allowed to do that. Right now she is having me do stretches to loosen some scar tissue that has formed. Apparently, if the hospital was doing its job correctly, I should've been in a physical therapy the moment I was able to walk.' Christine holds her muzzle shut to stifle her own laugh, I just roll my eyes. Turn about fair play and all that.

'I think you may need two, they gave you the better cards in that department.' Shrugging, I pull out my tablet. Christine follows suit, and we work on our homework in silence for about a quarter of the period.

'Diane's getting aggressive isn't she?' Taking a deep breath then sighing as I push the tablet forward a bit.

'Yea, and she wants an answer over if I'll keep quiet about her secret by tomorrow at lunch. She threatened to shave my tail if I don't, said she'd do the same to you.' We both seem to splay our ears at the same time.

A moment later Christine drapes her arm across my shoulders and gives me a short hug. Reaching up I give her hand a pat or two.

'I, don't know how I'll react to her doing that. I can't promise I won't give into my stupid over active instincts and attack them.' That's a good point. Her P.I.D. complicates things, and she has lost control enough to kill someone before.

The first idea that I have to prevent that would be giving her an order not to attack, but would that even work? If it does, what other situations would she follow it in and the right response would be to attack?

Pulling the tablet closer I poke at this in the back of my mind while I work through the rest of my homework. Minus what Ms. Alice assigned of course, Christine ignores it as well. Time moves faster than it feels like and before I know it the end of class tone plays, ending school for the day.

We pick up our things and stuff them back into our backpacks and head out into the hallway at normal pace considering neither of us need to get away from Diane.

Out in the crowds, we make a quick stop at our lockers, surprisingly finding neither of them have been damaged, or anything strange put inside of them. Christine and I just dump what we don't need to take with us inside before we head for the exit.

Or at least attempt too anyway.

Waiting for us at the main entryway of the building are Ms. Alice and two volunteer student attendance officers, glorified hall monitors. And they are the same two Bio-morphs who took our lunches upon Diane's orders.

"Where do you two think you're going?" Ms. Alice glares at the both of us, as if we personally offend her by standing here. It's after school hours, so I tilt my ears back slightly showing my aggravation while looking at all three of them.

'We're going home, school is over.' Gently grasping Christine's hand in my own, to prevent her from reacting for what I expect to happen. We try to step around the three of them, only to be stopped by the two Bio-Morph hall monitors stepping in front of us. At the same time though, they appear to be at all costs, avoiding touching either of us.

Is it because of all the other students around us would be potential witnesses if they did?

"You're not going home yet, you have detention for the rest of the semester." Sighing and ignoring Ms. Alice, I try to side step the two glorified hall monitors. Or as best I can with Christine in tow, and the crowd of students exiting the building moving around us.

Other than those who've stopped to watch this.

Somehow those two pack member's of Diane's block our route again, preventing us from leaving while still trying not to touch us. Ms. Alice though, grabs onto our backpacks, and with more strength than I though someone her age would have. She pulls us back a step.

'Hey, let go!' We whip around to stare at her, which in turn pulls our backpacks out of Ms. Alice's grasp. The two glorified hall monitors are suddenly a hair's breath behind us.

I think I can feel one of them breathing down my neck, causing my tail to poof up a bit.

"Alright, we've wasted enough time here, lets head back to my classroom." Ms. Alice smiles and then nods to the two behind us. Only now do they touch us, by grabbing our backpacks and shoving us forward.

Christine's ears go flat her head in anger, I turn to glare at them while my own laying flat against my head.

'Don't push us!' I don't fight the rising growl in my voice.

'Then start walking.' Both of them smirk at us as the one who spoke growls back at us. Glancing at Christine I nod, then sigh, she gets the hint, and we both start walking.

When we start walking, Ms. Alice leads us to her classroom through the thinning crowd of people, it completely empties out by the time we reach it. Ms. Alice takes a moment to open the door, once she's inside and the way is clear, We're pushed in. The two glorified hall monitors don't follow us in though.

The bitch, Ms. Alice quickly closes and locks the door using it's bio-metric lock. Regaining my footing, with Christine's help, I notice that the rickety table we were forced to sit at earlier today has been moved to the front of the classroom.

"Both of you, sit, then we can begin." Taking a step in front of Ms. Alice while letting Christine stay behind me, I stare her down while raising my hackles.

In any other situation this would net me something much worse than a detention. It seems inadequate compared to her locking us in though.

'No! I'll also inform the school administration that you did this. Now, 'please' open the door.' Ms. Alice dismissively rolls her eyes.

"I personally know the entire teachers union leadership, and because of that I have their full support. I can do 'whatever' I want and the school administration can do jack shit about it! Now, shut up, sit down, and hopefully you two country bumpkin retards can learn something about being 'civilized' beings." Weighing my options I glare Ms. Alice, then the door, in any other circumstance I would make a run for it, dragging Christine along with me.

That's not an option anymore since the door is locked with her thumbprint, she's using the what's supposed to be used in case of a school shooting to lock us in here against our will.

If Ms Alice is going that far, it means decency is out the window. I just can't do anything that can land me in legal trouble.

'Fine..' Fully baring my teeth I put a full growl behind it, the kind that says take another step and I'll bite, Christine mimics the growl the moment I do it. Both of our tails are full aggressive bottle brushed while whipping about.

Still leading Christine by her hand, I head on over to our 'table'. Sitting down, she scoots her chair next to mine and neither of us bother to take anything out of our backpacks, nor take them off our backs.

I wish I had a phone, If I did I could text Patrick or mom. Hell, even Ms. Henderson would be able to open the door to allow us out.

The moment our buts hit the chairs Ms. Alice dives right into the rant / presentation she prepared over how bad we acted with the posts we didn't make. Claiming we're responsible for the past and present deaths of every lgptq-yadda-yadda person in Canada not to mention all their hardships.

Never mind the fact that up till recently, Canadian law was that addressing someone with the wrong pronoun was a human rights violation. Something my mother's generation pushed into place.

My hand though never strays from Christine's and I can feel the tension due to her instincts in her grip.

I don't know how long we've been in here before I notice an odd sound coming from outside the room, carefully glancing to Christine I can tell she hears it too. Her ears, like mine, are focused on the door now rather than still laid against our heads.

Ms. Alice doesn't seem to notice, nor care. Possibly from a combination of being caught up in her speech that I've long since tuned out, and her human hearing.

Getting steadily louder I'm curious as to what it is, that is until it gets close enough to recognize it. The sound of hard, or steel toed shoes hitting the floor as people jog or run, glancing at the window in the door confirms it.

Male humans, and only male humans jog down the hallway in full American football armor, minus the grilled helmets. My tail gives and involuntary twitch the moment I see Flints head and shoulders pass by the window. Thankfully, he didn't see us.

What are they doing? Today is a nice day outside, no rain or anything. Their practice should be outside on the field, not jogging down the school hallway. Glancing at Christine tells me she saw Flint too by her tooth filled sneer.

The group passed by this room twice more before Ms. Alice ends her rant that was our 'lesson'.

"The two of you 'will' be here tomorrow, or I'll have you dragged in again." Walking over to the door, Ms. Alice unlocks it with her thumb print. Christine and I stand, then exit the room, giving her a loud growl in response as we pass by on the way out.

The moment we cross the threshold Ms. Alice slams the door shut, barely missing Christine's tail.

'She's a damn bitch and I want to rip her throat out!' Mentally I wince at Christine yelling this as she looks over her tail tip. I feel the same way to be honest, but, considering Christine's done that once before. Seeing her soaked in blood back then is an image still fresh in my mind.

So I make a mental note to keep an eye on her when we're around Ms. Alice.

'We need to get home.'I glance at a clock on the wall. 'We should've been home an hour or so ago. Flint's has to already be there, and to be honest, I don't trust him not to go through our rooms.' Christine nods, and we pick up our pace through the now empty halls, then out of the school proper.

Looking around at the empty front plaza, and the fact we're outside with the dull hum of the city.

'Look, I feel the same way sis. But! You've done that before, and I worry about how easy it was for you to do. I think you should try stay a bit calmer around her. As hard as that may be for you, because it's hard as hell for me.' Christine's ears splay and her tail droops as we approach the light rail platform.

The platform is also completely empty, so I guess a small favor due to what happened. No crowds to deal with.

'I know Alp- I mean sis. I remember what I did, vividly. Still, the way she talks about people she doesn't even know, the glaring contradictions that she doesn't even see. Combined with how she treats you just.' She grits her teeth for a moment. 'Makes it harder to control things. It screams at me to protect you. Despite you not being in any physical danger.' Nodding once as the tram arrives, then opens. I can understand that why her P.I.D. is doing that.

Just like the platform, the inside of the rail car is empty, allowing us to sit anywhere we want.

'We'll talk with someone about this tomorrow. Either Mr. Mathew or Ms. Henderson, both should be able to help us. She may have the teachers union behind her, but I'm betting most of the school administration is sick of her shit to the point they'll do something.' We sit down on a couple of choice seats, basically ones with recently replaced cushions.

Christine moves to rub her muzzle under mine as her only reply, a moment later the cars start moving along the track.

Figuring I've said what I needed to, I stare out the window as the scenery changes from the inner city to the suburbs. Quicker than I would've liked, we arrive at the light rail station next to the entrance of our neighborhood.

The platform here is as empty as the one near the school. This is kinda nice, if it wasn't for the fact it's empty because we're an hour or so behind in getting home.

On the way home from the station, Christine places herself where she normally does. Where her instincts tell her to be, behind me and just to the side, so she can see where she's going yet show she's my beta. She also makes no initiative to head up the stairs to the front door before I do, same with entering the house. What happened today must've shook her up bad.

Of course, because of our 'detention', Flint beat us home. To me, it sounds like the TV is blaring from the living room, as I change from my school shoes to my indoor slippers.

Christine just pulls hers off, and waits for me to finish.

"About time the both of you came home. Were you busy fucking someone?" Rolling my eyes in annoyance while Christine just huffs once in response. As for me, I flip him off while passing by the entrance to the living room on the way to the kitchen.

Christine just waits at the stairs for me while I open the fridge and grab two cans of soda. Pop was such a treat back at the jobless center, I'm still getting used to being able to come down here and have one whenever I want.

Knowing that they're not good for me does help in resisting the urge to have as many as I want.

" Hey! Don't stick your muzzle into the food like some animal! It's bad enough you and that other one helps in cooking the meals here." Sigh, can he just shut up for once?

Grabbing a couple of straws on the way out of the kitchen I see Christine roll her eyes while nodding in the direction of the living room, giving me an idea. Instead of heading upstairs, I walk over to the entrance of the living room, hold the cans up so Flint can see them, then do a nice and long lick across both of them. Just to disgust him..

Dear god, the aluminum these are made of tastes terrible!

Quickly moving for the stairs to get out of Flint's sight, I stick my tongue out in an attempt to get rid of the acrid and metallic taste, much to Christine's amusement. She's holding her muzzle to stifle a laugh.

On the way up I hand Christine her soda and a straw, then head for my room once we're up here. Placing mine next to my computer I strip off my uniform and replace it with some decent clothing. Out of the damn skirt I sit down, open my soda, and stick the straw into it.

To be honest, it still looks silly to me how we have to use straws, it's not like we can drink from the cans like we used to. Patrick said they tried to shape them differently when they first moved up here. It didn't sell well for some reason.

Taking a sip and enjoying the sugary goodness I boot up my computer and then browse a couple of websites.

'Sis, what do you think of Ms. Henderson?' Pausing a moment, I turn look over at Christine. She's sitting at her normal spot on my bed to watch me and the screen.

'I like her, I even would consider her a friend. Kinda nice to be able to talk to another convert to be honest.' I pause and sigh. 'Still surprised on how she figured us out so quickly.' It makes me wonder how easy it would be for anyone else to find out.

'So, um. Is there any new news on my dad?' I figured she would ask about that as she fidgets in place. Her ears and tail are a mix of emotions making her hard to read.

No harm in looking though, so I open a tab and bring up the website I used to check last time.

'According to this, not much. Just him attending a private ceremony for your mother before he scatters her ashes. As well as an opinion piece on how much of a shame that he's no longer a 'viable' candidate due to his physical disability.' Christine doesn't say anything for a moment, then she slides off my bed and kneels next to me, placing her muzzle on my shoulder.

I don't fight the instinctive urge that wells up inside me, so I turn my head and give a single lick across her muzzle, one that Christine returns a moment later as I hear her tail start to wag.

'That's good news then, it means I can try to contact him soon.' I knew she wouldn't forget that I did say she could try, I fear that it may not go as she hopes it will.

Swiveling around on the chair, so I can face her, I give her a smile, so she won't take this the wrong way.

'Can you remember a way to contact him? I recall you telling me that stuff back then is hard to sometimes remember.' Christine's ears dip and her tail goes still, Signs that she's deep in thought.

What did he do to her?

'Yea. I remember his private email address. The one he only gives out to important people.' That'd work in getting into contact with him discretely, unless he has it set up to ignore everything but certain email addresses.

Christine's face contorts a bit as she speaks, like she's forcing herself to concentrate on something. Okay, this is getting weird and I have to know why she has to do this sometimes when we talk about her past.

'You know, it may help if you told me what Christopher did to you back at Marui's after your first escape attempt.' Alpha and Mauri said she was 'never the same' after Christopher punished her, I've also noticed it seems to be affecting her ability to recall memories from her past before that point in time.

It makes me feel bad about asking her to do this, because of how much pain and effort she seems to have to. After all, I'm supposed to protect her from painful things.

'NO! I don't want to think about that! I can't think about that!' Christine screams, then lets out one of the most pathetic sounding whines I've ever heard before bolting to hide under everything on my bed.

After a moment sitting there in pure shock at her reaction, I abandon the chair and move to curl around her. I have to wonder, did Christopher use her P.I.D. against her? I don't know how you could, I mean, he couldn't have just ordered her to stop thinking like Ashley.

Her body is completely rigid with tension while visibly shaking, so I gently hug her and rub my muzzle across her head. Acting before I think about it, I do a few reassuring licks over her ears to try to calm her. I don't care if it is instinctual, I just want her to calm down.

What feels like the longest few minutes I've felt in a while, she starts to relax, the tension disappearing from her body. Another couple of minutes ticks by, and I take a risk in letting go of her.

She uncurls and emerges before moving to sit up next to me.

'I shouldn't have asked you that sis, I'm sorry.' Christine vigorously rubs her muzzle under mine the moment I stop talking.

'I understand your desire to know al.. I mean sis! I just think what happened to the bi- I mean me.. NO I mean Ashley! Should be left in the past considering how much better things are for me as Christine. I have a loving and caring Alpha, as well as a loving mother.' Well, that removes all doubt in my mind. I'm pretty sure that bastard Christopher used it against her.

The problem is without knowing the exact order or orders he used, I can't try to revoke them. Or even figure out a work around.

Also, she is stating the obvious as life here, even with the shit we're now dealing with now, is better than living in a jobless center. Not to mention being a slave is even worse.

'Come to think of it, Sending your dad an email wouldn't hurt. How about you go write one up, then when you feel ready, you can send it?' A genuine smile forms on her face. Sliding off my bed, Christine sits down in front of my computer, before bringing up the school's email program.

I scoot over to the edge of my bed, taking up her normal position to get a better look at the monitor.

'Why are you using the school's email service instead of one of the free ones?' Christine pauses before putting in her father's email address.

'Because he's set the account to block all free services most likely.' Yea, I've been told by people who interviewed me that they block free services, before I had to awkwardly explain that I didn't have an email address.

Let alone an internet connection to send one, it was considered an unnecessary luxury and thus no tax payer wanted to fund it for us. Mom did tell me that at one time fast food chains did offer free internet connections to their customers, I don't know why they stopped.

'Good point. Who's to say though he doesn't have it set up to discard any emails not explicitly white-listed?' She shrugs and writes a title to the email that will get her father's attention.

'I have no guarantee he'll get it, but I have to try. At worst, I'll never get a reply from this. And at best, we'll set up a meeting somewhere here in Canada.' Flopping my tail into my lap I comb though the fur with my claws.

'Wouldn't the worst case be him telling you to never contact him again?' Christine's ears splay, making me feel bad about opening my mouth, before they move back up.

Her tail just lazily twitches back and forth though, so my slip up must've not been too bad.

'I won't lie to you, that would hurt a lot.' Christine sighs. 'It wouldn't be any different from how things were before being converted though. Not getting a reply is what will be hard for me, because I won't know either way.' Good point, just like waiting to hear back from potential employers. The worry and the waiting was the worst part, even though ten times out of ten all I got was a rejection.

Grabbing my soda off the desk, I finish it off while watching Christine write a lengthy email. She lies when needed to hide the truth, saying she ran away to Canada, instead of ending up in a jobless center.

Stretches the truth and lies by omission about where she's living. Saying she's with a friend that works at the local school, thus why the email is from a school account. Don't know if someone can tell if it is a student or faculty account from the address though.

Then goes about answering questions she expects him to ask about the story, shoring up some holes in it. Several minutes and more than a few pages later Christine grabs the mouse, hovering the cursor over the send button.

'If you would like an opinion, I like what you wrote. Sure, a lot of it is out right lying to him. But, it's a good idea to hide the whole 'conversion' thing till later. Getting him to agree to meet us should come first.' She turns to look at me, so I give her a smile. It seems to give her enough courage to click the mouse, sending the email.

A good sign is that there's no instant reply in the inbox, receiving one would mean the address is invalid. Christine's tail does poof a bit when the computer dings as an Instant Message window pops up for the school site.

Smirking while she flattens the fur on her tail with her hands, we switch places after I toss my empty soda can into the trash bin.

'Hello Jackie, just so you know, Canada's privacy act prevents anyone from reading what we say on this without a warrant. So don't be afraid to talk about everything.' Scooting the chair closer, I type out my reply. I'm not used to this keyboard style, so there's no way I'm going to win any kind of typing speed record.

'Good, it means we have a safe avenue to talk. Your grammar seems better when you type rather than talk. Anyway, what do you want to talk about?' My ear twitches as Christine sucks up the last of her soda. Weird, didn't sound like that when I did that a moment ago.

'My grammar is fine.' Ms. Henderson puts in a smiley face next to that sentence. 'I wanted to know more about how you're coping with your new life, for example how's your mother dealing with having a couple of daughters instead of a son? Let alone you being an entirely different species now. I know my family back home wouldn't take the news very well.' Shaking my head and smiling, sure her grammar is fine. She called jumping jacks, the jacks of jumping.

Christine forces her way half onto the chair and half onto my lap causing me to let out an eep. Come to think of it, probably should ask for another chair to have up here, so she can use it.

'At first, when Patrick told her, Mom thought it was some sort of practical joke. After seeing me though, she started treating me like the daughter she never had. So I guess it wasn't that hard for her to accept me.' Glancing at the purse she bought me, sitting unused in my closet. There are some things about being her daughter I can do without.

'That must be weird. I saw how differently my parents treated my brother's compared to my sisters and I. Despite that, they loved us all equally, so I can't say one would be worse than the other.' Kinda figured Ms. Henderson had siblings. I wonder how many, because from this it sounds like a lot.

'Yes it is. Mom is a lot more open about things now, including some things I rather have 'not' known. Like mother giving me the talk again. Only instead of her being embarrassed like the last time. She went into some details I'd rather have not known, like her own sexual preferences! It's like, seeing your parents having sex, even though you know they had to have done so to have you. What makes it worse is I can imagine it from both sides now.' My tail bottle brushes as a shiver runs down my spine from just the thought of them going at it.

Christine laughs, but stops when I glare at her, only to go right back to laughing when I turn my attention back to the screen. Eventually she stops, eventually.

'Hah! You westerners are so prudish about the weirdest things. With my large family I pretty much learned at an early age what to do and how to do it.' She puts in a laughing emoji here. 'Anyway, that's a nice lead into one of the things I wanted to ask you. You said you've accepted what you are now, so I was wondering if you like it better compared to what you were?' To be honest, that's a tough question.

Sighing, I take a few moments to think things over.

'Yea, I think I have it better now. Even though I already know most of the material, being on record of getting a good education is welcome. The last school I went too looked down on those living in the jobless centers, doing the bare minimum to get needed federal funding. Canada doesn't practice slavery, to be honest, that didn't bother be before, right now it's high on my list. Having a sister now is high on that list, and it's something I never knew how good it is to have. I was a single child, I had a close friend, but no sibling. No one to have in that circle where I can share a bit more.' Christine aww's as I hit send.

'I like this better too, I have a loving mother. Not to mention I to have a sister I love to death. Being a single child sucked compared to this.' Draping my arm over her for a moment, I give her a smile and a hug as Ms. Henderson's reply dings in.

'Those are the things I expected you to say.' A smiley face is placed here in her reply. 'Anything about it you don't like though? Can't all what you westerners 'call sunshine and roses' can it?' Of course there is stuff I don't like, anyone who saying otherwise in a situation like this would be either nuts or dishonest.

'Being short fucking sucks, I lost nearly two feet! But, I've been told I'll still gain a few more inches in the next several years due to having active 'Alpha' genes, possibly even a foot if I'm lucky.' Christine shrugs as I let out a sigh.

'I'm weaker because of both my new size and the fact I'm female now, but it's mostly because our musculature is different from men. Actually, this is one of the most annoying things come to think of it. I'm used to how guy's deal with bullies, it grates on my nerves that I have to act polite with Diane. It's boring to have to collect gossip from people I don't even care about. So I can wield it as a weapon against others, so I don't end up being seen as an outcast like before.' I leave out the worst part of that, out of fear of offending Ms. Henderson. It puzzles me how other girls my age can talk without end, and yet say nothing at all.

While at the same time I have to pay attention for some tiny nugget of information, and if I miss it, damages my standing by committing a social faux-paw.

'Understandable, girl gossip can become annoying, even to those of us living it our entire lives!' Christine lets out a barking laugh, I guess she understands as well. Nice to know.

'What I find interesting is you haven't pointed out that your under-age being a downside. I would think it would be considering your relationship with your 'best-friend'. ' This and the fact Christine is making kissy faces at me remind me I pushed that to the side. Playfully I boop her nose, causing her to sneeze and go cross-eyed before returning my attention to the computer.

'Thanks for reminding me.' I put in a razzing emoji here. 'Yea, being sixteen sucks. I've lost those cherished adult freedoms; drinking, and pursuing relationships with whomever I want. Yet, it does mean I'll live a bit longer, I guess, I think?.' No one knows how long Bio-Morphs live. Even the first gen's like Xin are in their fifties. While in the back curve for a human, they would still have many years ahead of them.

I just hope I'm not in for a nasty surprise in that regard. Gaining about a decade, while in turn losing two or three would suck.

'Were you a big drinker?' Ms. Henderson puts a few beer mug emojis at the end.

The sound of the front door opening, then closing announces Mother and the others are home. After Christine boops my nose, only causing me to go cross-eyed for a second, she gets up and heads for my bedroom door.

'Don't have too much fun with mom cooking dinner sis.' Christine rolls her eyes.

'I enjoy it, and I know you did too sis. Have fun talking with Ms Henderson.' Yea, spending time alone with mother is fun, despite having to learn how to cook. Christine silently closes the door behind her while I tun my attention back to the computer.

'Not a lot, but when I had the money to do so, Patrick and I had some fun.' Getting booze was a minor hassle, but we made a party of it when we were able to get our hands on some decent liquor. Local beers, vodka, etc

It sometimes helped us forget how hopeless the situation we were in.

'Fun, or 'fun'?' This is followed by several winking emojis. Sighing, I roll my eyes, I did walk right into that one to be honest.

'No, Patrick and I didn't fool around in 'that' way, I was as straight back then as I am now. When he wanted to have sex, he was willing to take the risk of hiring someone for it.' The act of hiring a prostitute was risky there to say the least. I'm not talking about the personal health risks either.

'Did you do the same?' Thinking back, I probably should've done so. I only played with myself because of what happened, now I'll never know what it would've felt like from that side.

Would I still accept and like being this way if I had?

'No, even when I had the money I couldn't work up the courage to ask one. The knowledge that there were routine stings and sweeps by the police to stop it didn't help either.' After all, can't have your low class serfs having 'any' fun.

'Aww, I wanted to know how having sex as a guy compared to doing it as a girl. Believe it or not, guys are not the only ones curious as to how it feels for the opposite gender.' Despite being alone, I can't help but ear-blush. I can't believe I'm having this conversation with someone other than Christine.

'Sorry, all I can tell you it feels 'so' much better compared to wanking one off as a guy, using a toy is even better.' Why am I sharing this? Why am I comfortable sharing this? I mean I like Ms. Henderson, she's a fun person and I consider her a friend, I wasn't this open with others till I was changed into this.

'For someone who was embarrassed when we talked about this in person, you're pretty open about it now. I'm bet your deeply blushing right now, aren't you?' Ms. Henderson puts in a what appears to be a bio-morph looking razzing emoji? Huh, that's a thing.

'You were a guy, and yet, you've pretty much jumped into the deep end of the pool of femininity and enjoyed it.' I, don't dignify that with a reply as I move to pull my legs up to my chest. Then curl my tail around my legs.

What's unpleasant about it, is it's true. Except for looking like one of those girly girls, I've jumped wholeheartedly into being female while at the same time being to mortified to talk about it.

Like now..

'I can't wait to see how you'll react later when the rest of your class gets boyfriends, and they go on describing stuff like how handsome they are, or claiming how their boyfriend's dicks look like. The school year is still young after all.' I was about to face-paw at her tease, but that last part catches my interest.

It also Allows me to change the subject to one a bit less embarrassing to talk about.

'Wait, the school year is still young? I thought it ended at the start of summer?' I have a sinking feeling about this.

'Oh, that's right. You went through the archaic American system, the one where you're off for three months in the summer because your ancestors needed help with the farm work. In Canada, a couple of decades we adopted the proper eastern regime. The School year matches the calendar year, you get one week off in June, and one week off at the end of December for Christmas and western new years, then a new school year starts when you return.' I stare at the screen.

What I thought would be just a few months having to deal with Diane, and then being able to focus on the remaining time before I turn eighteen again. Has become an entire 'year' of those two years that I have to deal with her.

'Just fucking great. How am I going to survive that?!' Burying my head between my knees. Letting out an annoyed growl kinda makes me feel better, kinda.

'Do you mean the extra time or Diane? I know school is not fun, but everyone else manages.' I know She'll laugh if I say both. I mean it is mainly Diane that's the problem, but, I'm not looking forward having to deal with school for this long.

Despite being Canada, I hear it gets hot up here during summer, so I'm also not looking forward to dealing with that kind of heat. I have a fur coat now, and I can't sweat like I used to.

'...Both?...' As expected, her reply is just filled with laughing emojis, sigh.

'It's not that funny! The whole bully aspect is harder to deal with this time around. The rest of the time is boring due to already knowing the material.' My stomach growls the moment the scent of what they're making for dinner wafts up here.

Oh, right, my sense of smell can be both a blessing and a curse. I'm sure I'm the only one that can smell it other than mom and Christine. Meaning it will be awhile before it's ready.

'Yes it is.' A winking emoji is placed here. 'The extra time will pass faster than you expect it to. As for Diane, I have no advice. Bullying like this wasn't tolerated in China, at all. At the very least, the kids and their parents had their social credit scores damaged.' I'm hesitant to ask, but china is a communist country.

'What was the worst case?' Sigh, I look over at my trash can, I wish I brought up some more soda. The scent of what they're cooking is not helping as my stomach growls again.

'They disappeared, sometimes for a short while, and sometimes, we never saw them again.' Yea, that's your typical communist regime.

A second later my bedroom door opens and Christine sticks her head in.

'Dinner's ready.' About time! Glancing at the clock on the computer I see that despite my stomach's complaints, it's still the normal time for dinner.

'Sorry to abruptly cut this short Ms. Henderson, but I've just been called down for dinner. Talk to you later.' Closing the chat window I stand and follow Christine downstairs.