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During breakfast, I explain to mother about how we'd rather be dropped off and take the light rail back home, at least when the weather is good. Rather than drive ourselves. Mother understands that we'd like some free time between school and having to help her cook and agrees with us.

So with breakfast finished, We're dropped off and after Mother drives away, we make our way through the wave like tide of human and Bio-Morph to Mr. Mathew's class.

His class goes well. Talking about what he'll do on Monday for class due to the parent-teacher day, and then launches into the normal classwork. In Ms. Alice's class we're subject to a full on vicious rant because few if any parents wanted to talk to her. For some reason it makes Ms. Alice think it's okay to punish all the kids in her classes. At least we only have an hour with her, any longer and I'd go crazy. No, not her kind of crazy.

The pants on head, frothing at the mouth kind.

Mr. Mason's history class is similar to Mr. Mathew's in structure and it's calming to have something normal after the previous one.

Christine and I again use one of the overflow rooms for lunch, frankly I'm surprised that Diane doesn't come and harass us today. But, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Peace and quiet is peace and quiet after all.

Hmm, I wonder if that saying has a new meaning with the equine breed Bio-Morphs?

I hug Christine before we go our separate ways. Ignoring the gossip and the occasional glare my way, I head to Ms. Henderson's office to change into my gym uniform.

'How are today Jackie?' Folding my school uniform and putting it in my backpack I shrug.

'Alright. My leg hasn't been bothering me much if at all. I am a bit anxious about tomorrow.' I glance out the window and I see no eavesdroppers, good I can continue. 'Christine made contact with her biological dad recently, we're going to meet him for lunch tomorrow. High class restaurant, with the whole nine yards. I hope he doesn't reject her, but I'm preparing myself for the emotional fallout if he does.' Ms. Henderson gathers her things as I smooth out my shirt.

'Good. Mean can maybe do some laps? Walk only, not jog or run. Need build strength too.' I nod once. 'As for Christine, who her dad?' She seems to want to know the answer before leaving her office.

'He was a high ranking political official till a car accident that took the life of his wife, Christine's biological mother, disfigured him. I don't get a lot of politics, so I don't know why having a disfigurement counts a person out.' It never ceases to be hilarious to see Ms. Henderson's tail poof.

'Her father is that bigot who was in news few weeks ago? The one that was trying for highest office in America?' My answer is to simply nod, while trying to hold in a giggle fit at the pure fluff of Ms. Henderson's tail.

'Laugh up, know tail look funny. Anyway, reason for that is some candidate got close to office decades ago when obviously mentally unfit. Create stigma that still there today. As for person in question, do you think it safe?' Okay, I let a few more giggles out, just what's needed to calm down.

'Yes I do, I think he's remorseful over how he treated Christine as she grew up. The problem is, we kept the Bio-Morph thing from him and it will be a surprise for him to see her like this.' Ms. Henderson just looks at me casually, then nods.

'Trust judgment, not know if good idea to not tell but if point is to see him. Then think made right decision.' With that Ms. Henderson opens her office door and I follow her out to the locker room. From there we head out to the track.

After my now routine stretches, Ms. Henderson sends me off to walk laps for the rest of the period while the class plays soccer. Mainly to help with building up strength in my injured leg.

I'm about as bored with doing laps as I was waiting for school to end yesterday. Following my own advice I try to not think about the meeting with Christine's dad tomorrow, it will only make me as anxious for her well-being as she is about seeing him.

Same with this mysterious event on Monday, instead I turn my attention to other things. Do I want to go to college, what do I want to do after school. Finally, my relationship with Patrick.

Well the last one is easy as I smile to myself and let my tail wag and sway with my hips. We'll make our relationship official, hell, the idea of going even further with him doesn't seem so bad to me. In fact upon thinking of it, I feel that I would love to go all the way with him.

Still, I have two years till then. A step like that he needs to have his on input on the matte before we decide to, well, marry I guess since that's the farthest we can go.

College on the other paw is something I still have no clue about and I don't even come close to making a decision on the matter before the end of the period.

I'm treated like normal in the shower room by the other girls in the class, the only new thing is Ms. Weaver's stuck with me waiting till everyone else is done rather than blocking my way. She's about as mad at me as she is at them blocking our way.

With a quick change into my normal school uniform I jog from the locker room to Mr. Davidson's science class, and like last time, I barely make it before the period starts. Diane and I only exchange dagger filled glares as I take my seat.

She behaves herself, up till the end of class and I'm in the hallway. Then Diane grabs me by the upper arm, near the shoulder and slams me against the nearby locker, denting it.

'Just a friendly reminder you sick pervert, you'll be here on Monday or else.' Diane growls at me with only an inch space between her muzzle and mine.

'Or else what? I do have half a mind to call in sick.' Diane bares her teeth at me while I resist the urge to do the same.

'Or something bad will happen to you and your sick family.' I'm slammed against the locker again, further denting it, as the momentary confusion of what she just said hits me.

Diane then lets go and before I can either speak or grab at her in return, she's lost in the mass of the student body.

Now I am extremely tempted to call in sick. I also doubt Diane can do what she threatened. Yet, it makes me even more curious as to what's going to happen. Not to mention I'm going to be anxious over it.

Straitening my clothes I head to Homeroom. The day's almost over and I'm betting Christine may be a 'bit' hyper. After all, tomorrow is the meeting with her father.

She doesn't seem hyper when I arrive though, I'm glomped like normal. Only when we take our usual seats do I see that she's more than a bit eager for the day to end.

If she fidgets any faster, she'll cause the table to vibrate.

'Calm down, we only have an hour left Christine.' Gently placing my arm over her shoulder does what I wanted it to, Christine is no longer vibrating in her chair.

'I just want the day to be over! Every class has dragged on except for gym.' I can guess why gym didn't drag on. Playing soccer must've been distracting enough to keep Christine's mind off of tomorrow.

'What about homework? It should keep your mind off of things, and the hour will pass by faster.' Christine lowers her ears.

'What homework Jackie? We have the same teachers, and they assigned nearly nothing considering the parent teacher thing on Monday.' Yea, but all we need is enough to distract for an hour.

'Point, anything interesting happen in gym and science?' Christine shakes her head while her fidgeting returns at a slightly higher frequency. I have to put my other hand on the table to keep it from moving.

'No. I'm not treated any better or worse than yesterday. Those in Diane's pack left me alone.' Sigh, there has to be something we can do that I can use to get her mind off of tomorrow while not calling attention to ourselves.

'What about the videos you watched last night Christine?' Christine turns her head to look at me like I grew another head.

'I know you don't like what they're about Jackie. So why are you asking about them?' Smiling I give her a hug with the arm I have draped over her shoulder.

'You're right about that, but I am trying to get you to calm down. You're so high-strung over tomorrow you've been vibrating in your chair like a phone ringing off its hook.' Christine hmphs.

'No I'm not-' Don't know why the teacher chose that time to accidentally drop or knock something off her desk, resulting in a loud noise, but it happened. Which in turn launches Christine from her seat and my arm, landing, she crouches on the floor, tail fully puffed up and looking around wide-eyed frantically.

She's not the only Bio-Morph with a puffed tail in the room, but she's the only one who reacted so violently, and so humorously. The teacher and I among others burst out laughing.

Christine at least takes it graciously, standing up and smoothing out her blouse while sticking her tongue out at everyone who dares make eye contact. I get a gentle bop on the back of my head for laughing at her too.

' Okay Jackie, maybe I am a bit on edge right now.' All I can do is roll my eyes as she admits the obvious. Christine sits back down and allows me to drape an arm over her shoulder again.

Instead of fidgeting in her seat, she bounces a foot against the floor now, or swishes her tail fully back and forth in silence for the rest of the period.

The others in the class still let out an occasional snicker for the rest of the period. I have to admit, it was hilarious and I wish I had a cell phone, so I could've taken a picture of it. Mom would've loved to have it.

Minutes before the end of the period we start putting out things away and wait for the chime to play. The moment it does, I have to gently take Christine's arm. So she doesn't full out run through the door. We are one of the first out though.

For the first time in the past week, we're able to walk out the front entrance of the school and not worry about Ms. Alice or the hall monitor's catching us for their stupid 'detention'. As a result we're early to the station, so early we can actually sit down on a bench and wait rather than standing.

Which in turn makes us early in line for getting a good seat, or in today's case, a seat period in the train cars compared to standing again.

Doesn't stop us from being squished together as the car fills up, or that we're sardines while we wait for others to get off before we reach our stop.

'Christine, um, I was thinking, we should get there early tomorrow.' Breaking the silence as we walk home.

'Why?' She looks over to me as we walk hand in hand, side by side down the sidewalk.

'Think of it this way. If we arrive early, and wait for your father, if he doesn't think we're telling the truth because he sees two Bio-Morph women instead of human women. He'll leave without causing a scene. It's better than a fight breaking out and us getting thrown out.' Tilting her head for a moment, Christine nods.

'I understand the logic Jackie, and frankly I agree. I didn't tell you, but my father can have a temper.' Letting go of her hand, I walk up the stairs and unlock the door.

Stepping inside I exchange my shoes for slippers and wait for Christine to just slip out of her shoes before closing the door. A couple of hops later, I land on the couch and grab the remote. Christine plops down next to me.

'What's your plan if he doesn't show up Jackie?' Turning on the TV, I surf the channels for something. Not finding anything I bring up a streaming service to browse through.

'More or less hope we have the money to cover a canceled reservation, if they charge for a no-show.' Christine moves to lay down as I lean back a bit and sit comfortably. 'I do wonder, what do you plan on doing if he does believe you Christine.' She pokes my leg idly, but I don't take the bait unlike Wednesday.

'See him once in a while, maybe? I'm not going to leave you if that's what you're worried about Jackie. You're my sister and Alpha now and Maria is my mother. I just want him in my life like you have Anthony in yours now. Just, without the annoying step-sister.' Finding something I drop the remote onto the couch cushion then look over at Christine.

'Unless he moves up here you'd only be able to see him possibly every few months as compared to every week like Anthony claims he'll do with me. Then again, he doesn't have much left in the states to keep him there I guess.' Sighing loudly, Christine glances at the TV.

'Maybe, I would like to once in a while do something like a father daughter activity. You know, so I can have some good memories to remember later rather than the bad ones from the last time I was this age.' Tilting an ear in interest I forget about the show for a moment.

'What would that be Christine? I mean back when I was in the Jobless center I would've settled for playing catch every other weekend with dad if I could just see him at all. But that's what I think a father and son does. What would a father daughter activity be?' Christine sits up, gently meeting my gaze.

'Um... Well when I was younger it might have been playing doll or house with me. But I don't have any dolls, and I don't feel interested in them anymore. I doubt he'd want to talk fashion with me either like most guys...' I snort at this.

'And tomboys. Anyway, to be honest Jackie, playing catch sounds actually kinda nice. Anything I guess to spend time and do some kind of activity with him.' A part of me wants to tease her for choosing a 'Tomboy' activity, only, I completely see the sentiment of doing anything just to spend time with your father.

So I only smile and nod in understanding before going back to watching the TV.

'Go on, say it Jackie.' Tilting my head a bit as Christine breaks the momentary pause in the conversation.

'Say what?' Smirking a little, I glance back at her while she moves to lay on her back again.

'That playing catch would be Tomboyish, and a girly girl like me shouldn't do so.' Giggling I shake my head.

'No I won't say it Christine, because it's as valid a thing to do as any to spend time with him.' Staring at me, Christine only nods once, then goes back to watching TV.

Eventually Mom, Patrick, Flint and the Tanners return home signaling the end of our lounging in the living room. So Christine heads upstairs to change and use my computer, while I go to help mother cook. Only to be surprised upon being sent upstairs to change our of my school uniform.

It kinda worries me that I completely forgot I was still wearing it. Still, it's good to be back into a pair of actual shorts when I return to the kitchen and help. Patrick's parents, the Tanners, try again to get some answers out of Flint again over what he said. It ends the same way, he refuses, but strangely this time, adds that he won't help them if they continue to pester him about it.

So they send Flint back to his room again and everyone else has dinner downstairs without him.

"So what's the plan tomorrow for my two daughters?" Mom had to wait till I had my mouth full of food didn't she?

'I guess about Ten or Ten-thirty we'll start getting ready for the meeting. Then head up to the restaurant at about noon and hope to get there before my father does.' Thankfully Christine answers for me.

"Whose car are you going to take?" I hold up a finger to show I want to answer, then swallow.

'Mine of course. Why do you ask Mom?' She only smiles and takes a spare key-fob for her electric car out of her pocket. Placing it gently on the table in front of her.

"Because I realized, you got a couple of exquisite dresses for the occasion, but you lack a good vehicle to complete the image. The restaurant is bound to have a valet and if you roll up in that work in progress car, they may turn you away. I think my car looks nice enough to pass muster, so I decided to let you two borrow it. This key is linked to the guest account in the car, meaning full automated on main roads only. You just have to get in, enter the destination, then sit back and wait." Smiling at me, mother slides the key-fob over to me and I pick it up and look it over.

'Thank you. To be honest, I didn't think of that.' Slipping it into my pocket, I go back to eating.

'Thank you mom. I'll make sure Jackie takes good care of it.' Christine adds before she too goes back to eating.

"You two are welcome, but I don't know what she could do with it anyway. It physically won't let you drive it outside of Parking lots and even then not above five miles an hour." Patrick glances over to me then looks over to Maria.

Oh no you don't!

"Well, I did ask Jackie to look into some of the computer systems for the popular brands, in case we need her help in 'adapting' them to our use." Swallowing, I feel that glare of mom's I know so well.

The 'you better not do anything' glare. The last time I felt it was when I was caught taking apart the alarm clock in our jobless center apartment when I was eleven. Just to see how it worked, and if I could make it play something a bit more pleasant than a loud screech.

'I'm not going to do anything Mom. Especially since I'll be wearing that super expensive dress as I ride it.' Returning mom's look before glancing over to Patrick, I'll get you back for that you know.

"I take your word on this and trust you Jackie." Mom smiles at both of us. "You two should go to bed after cleaning up, tomorrow is going to be an emotionally draining day regardless of how the meeting goes. Being well rested will take the edge off." Nodding I finish up my dinner, then wait for Christine to finish hers.

We excuse ourselves because it's still polite to do, and mother would throw a fit otherwise, then we head upstairs. I take my shower first, then wait for Christine to finish hers. With that over with, we start brushing each other's fur on my bed. The sound of a video talking about consumer grade quantum chips fills the background and helps block for the moment the noise from Flints room down the hall.

'I guess, this is it. Tomorrow's the meeting and...' Putting the brushes away I go about turning things off, leaving the nightstand lamp on. More than enough light for us to see by.

'Now you're nervous instead of anxious.' Christine nods while I stretch and crawl onto my bed. She moves to curl up in front of me and I drape myself around and over her as much as I can.

'Yea. Is it always like this Jackie? I mean when having to wait for something?' Reaching over I flip off the last light.

'Yes it is. I guess you never wanted for anything, other than your mother's and father's attention did you?' Christine just answers with a silent nod. 'Not to be rude Christine, but welcome to how the most people live. If it's any consolation, I think you handled it well. I mean you were vibrating in your chair in Homeroom, but, I did something similar once.' Christine huffs at me and playfully pokes me in the ribs. In return, I gently swat her hand away.

'I wasn't vibrating in my chair Jackie, I just, felt 'very' hyper.' Sure...

'Yes you were. Now I think we should try to get some sleep before you get me to chase you around the room in the dark.' Playfully patting her head once, I lay my muzzle on top of it and hold her closer.

Christine just huffs but doesn't say anything in response, nor does she move. I fall asleep not long after I hear her heart-beat and breathing slow down.

We're both woken up by the smell of breakfast, so we quickly put on the clothes we discarded last night and head downstairs. Upon arriving at the table Mom insists we each give her a hug before sitting down to waffles and sausage.

I try to get some extra protein by adding a couple extra pieces of sausage to my plate, only to get my hand lightly batted away by mother.

"Remind me to take a photo or two of both of you dressed up." While sitting down, mother points to both of us. Christine and I nod in response to her desire. A noise catches my attention and I glance at the stairs as Patrick trudges down to the kitchen.

He returns a minute later carrying a cup of coffee.

Feeling mischievous, and wanting to get back at him for that comment last night. As soon as his attentions turned away from the cup, I quietly reach over and move it closer to me. Christine giggles at how Patrick gropes at the place it used to be sleepy.

'Bad night?' keeping a finger hooked around the handle while smiling at him.

'My room is next to Flint's. He played music on his computer just loud enough to keep me awake. Yet not loud enough to do so for you two. Surprising due to those big ears of yours.' Most likely if he kept us awake he'd be in even more trouble.

Leaning down, I sniff at the coffee cup, and the stylized fox on it. Yea it's the milk with coffee in it, the way Patrick likes it. Glancing at him he just looks back at me with a sleepy but curious expression on his face.

I don't know why, but I lap a tongue full of it up before even thinking about it.

The entire table erupts in laughter as the bitterness of the drink causes my face and muzzle to scrunch up. Sliding the offending drink back over to Patrick, I grab my glass of milk, and only milk thankfully, to chug the taste out of my mouth.

"I guess that means you're not a coffee drinker then." Patrick snickers at Mom's comment and drinks it despite the fact I stuck my tongue into it.

"Jackie most likely can't if she ever did before. The Bitter taste of coffee is a side effect of the plant's attempt to prevent its seeds getting eaten. For some reason it's not as bad to humans supposedly compared to other animals." Well whatever the reason, I'm not drinking coffee again.

'I had an occasional cup here and there when needed, I guess not anymore.' Mom lets out another snicker or two at my expense.

'I wasn't a coffee drinker before, so I guess this isn't a loss for me.' Christine pipes up as she finishes off her Breakfast. I don't take to long to finish mine either. With our plates clean we excuse ourselves and head back to my room.

With nothing else to do before we have to get ready and head out to that restaurant, I sit down in front of my computer and just browse the web. Christine meanwhile gets out everything we will need. Including the smelly cosmetics, bleh.

' Christine, have you given it any thought on what you want to do when you graduate, again?' Breaking the silence before I start up a video about twenty or so year old hardware bringing visual detail in games to the plateau they're at right now.

'College isn't what it was when my parents, both new and old, were my age right?' Nodding, I swivel the chair to face Christine as she lies on my bed. A pillow under her belly for comfort and her muzzle in her hands. Her bin of makeup sits next to her, closed up but my nose can still smell the stink from it like it was open.

'Then the answer is no Jackie, unless the job I'm considering requires one, and few do anymore. Why do you ask?' Leaning back I sigh.

'Kinda came to the same conclusion, but I was unsure if that was the right choice. So I'm thinking of leveraging my skills I learned while I grew up in the jobless center. Yea, I know I have a chance to try something new, but to be honest. I'm so good at what I already know, it would be a shame to not use it to earn some money. Like, for example if Patrick and his friends go legit. I could work for them without worrying about, you know.' Christine nods once, then tilts her head in a curious manner while looking at me.

'Hmm, thought. How about I try something different this time Jackie?' Cocking my head to the side at Christine.

'Didn't you just..' Christine waves her hand dismissively and smiles.

'The makeup for this afternoon silly. Last time I smoothed out the edges of the blotches of the secondary color in your fur. How about I make it look like you're more uniform instead?' Sighing at this change of subject to cosmetics, I glance at the monitor.

'I know I have to have makeup Christine, but is it too much to ask for it to be kept to a minimum?' Christine's answer is a resounding nope, as I turn my attention back to the video. At least she's nice enough to let me finish watching it before speaking up again.

'It'll work with the dress you got Jackie, I think. Besides, I like playing dress-up with you.' Shrugging, I've realized fighting it is useless. I wonder though if she's only graduated to using people instead of dolls.

Eyeing the clock, it's about time to get ready for the meeting. Glancing over at Christine, she's smiling, ears forward and tail lightly flopping back and forth. Happy as can be.

'Going to go take a shower, that way I look and smell nice and clean. I suggest you do the same Christine, not that you need one.' Christine nods and sits up as I gather some temporary clothes, other than what I put on this morning before breakfast. Before heading for the shower.

Taking a quick lather and rinse I enjoy a moment in the fur dryer then head into my room. Christine passes me on the way in to go take hers. When she moves out of the way, I see both of our dresses are neatly laid out on top of my bed.

Yea, I'm really going to do this, aren't I? Dress up in an expensive dress, with makeup on and everything and go to a high class restaurant like a high class woman would. Sitting down on my computer chair I roll it a bit closer to the bed and wait for Christine as my tail nervously ticks back and forth.

I'd put it on myself, but I'm going to need her help in getting into that purple dress thanks to that damn zipper. A few minutes later Christine returns with a smile and freshly dried fur and brushes. First order of business is to brush out our fur again.

'Okay, considering the price of these dresses, and how you have to put yours on. We're doing the fur powder first, then you're putting on the dress. So... Scoot that chair over here Jackie.' Christine moves the nightstand over, as I roll the chair over.

Not needing my shirt, I remove it and my plain bra too, as Christine takes out the cosmetics she'll need. Fur powder, lipstick, eyeliner. Stuff like that, and the latter two still stink to high heaven to my nose. Moving my nightstand light a little, Christine sets to work on her idea for how I should look.

Speaking of, I have to hold still like last time, only for a lot longer as she uses by my estimation most of the powder. Or at least the color Christine needs to for her idea. By a few minutes in I already know I don't like how it causes the fur to feel.

Heavier, stiff, and prickly.

'Meh.' Christine pauses and looks at both sides of my head and neck. 'It'll do. Not as good as I thought it would look on you, but you'll look beautiful regardless.' Stepping back a bit, Christine gives me the hand mirror to show me, and I'm kinda still floored like the first time she did this. I look, while not completely different, it's enough of a change that I have a 'that's me' moment looking at my reflection.

'Still better than what I can do Christine, much better. So, I put on the dress, and you do the rest?' Christine nods, but with a small grin. Before handing me the bra we bought for it. Okay, so strapless bra first, then the strapless dress, got it.

Putting it on reminds me of a sports bra, and the 'bras' they gave us to wear at Mauri's. Only tighter on my chest than the latter, but not as much as the former.

Removing my pants I pick up the dress like it was made of gold leaf. Well it should be! It cost more money than I have had in cash at any single moment in my lifetime up till now. Putting it on goes little better than it did at the store.

A little too snug around the hips, and I can't get a grasp on the microscopic zipper in the back of the thing to close it up. Unlike last time, I don't twirl around in circles trying to grab it. I just turn my back too Christine and point to the zipper with my hand politely.

The side zippers used to adjust the fit are still where they were when I first tried it on, so the upper body of it is about as tight as it was then. Carefully I sit back down on my computer chair noting how it feels snug here and digs in there.

I expect Christine to do my lipstick and eyeliner now, instead she hands both to me while holding up the mirror to help.

'You're going to have to learn to do this yourself Jackie. I'll correct anything you get wrong though so don't worry.' Sighing, I start with the lipstick, should be easy enough as just running it over my lips right?

Compared to not trying to jab your eye out with a grease pencil...

And... Christine is trying desperately to not fall onto the floor laughing, at least for a few moments before she grabs a small towel from somewhere and gently grabs me by the muzzle.

'Okay, I should've expected this. Being your first attempt at using lipstick and all. Not bad, but we're not going for the five-year-old finding mother's makeup drawer look today.' Using it to clean up the job I thought I did okay on, she then shows me how to apply eyeliner by doing my right eye first.

Then allowing me a go at it with the left one. Christine only has to clean the grease off twice before I get it to match my right eye.

I'm quickly ushered off the chair by Christine to sit on the edge of my bed as she strips, puts on her dress. Then goes about doing her own makeup since she has to put her dress on like a shirt rather than a pair of pants.

'Do me a favor Jackie, pull the boxes out from under your bed, they have the shoes for our outfits.' Carefully reaching down I pull them out, I don't remember them being there before I took my shower?

'Mom put them there while you were in the shower. Yours is on the left, mine's on the right.' Ah, okay.

Opening the one on the left I find what goes for high heel dress shoes for Bio-Morphs, they're in the same shade of purple as the color of my dress is. Open toed, or just well, completely open really. They only have three straps securing them to my feet. One just behind my toes, the thickest. One at the top edge of the shoe, which is the thinnest, and the third in between which is only marginally thicker than the second.

Despite the fragile look of the straps and clasps, they fit to my feet. Hmm, not that I'll tell Christine this, but I kinda like how my natural toenail color works with the shoe as I wiggle my toes in them.

Christine glances at my feet, nods, and puts on her own pair. They match the primary gray shade of Christine's dress.

I would like say my first steps in heels were terrible, but to my own surprise they feel similar to the shoes I've been wearing all along since being converted. Just, with a bit less of a heel for support and tread for traction.

Christine still makes me do a lap around my room regardless to make sure I can walk in them, then grabs the purse 'mom' got for me to leave the hospital with and hands it to me. Motioning with her hands for me to open it. When I do, Christine dumps the makeup she used on me, my wallet, followed by the spare key-fob to mother's car.

'That should be all we need for you. I'll go get my purse from my room and meet you downstairs Jackie.' Walking over, Christine opens my bedroom door for both of us.

'Alright, but don't take too long. If mother is going to gush over me looking like this, I want you to experience it too.' Teasing her a bit Christine only grins back at me before going to her room and I head downstairs.

Mother's there to meet me at the bottom of the stairs, with a hundred watt smile on her face.

I'm pulled into a hug the moment my feet touch the ground floor.

"My Daughter Jackie, you look absolutely killer like this. If you didn't already have a boyfriend, you'd make a lot of men happy and many women jealous." Blushing, my ears burn again. Not the kind of comment I wanted to hear from my own mother about my looks.

Gently taking my hand, mom leads me over to stand next to the wall next to the stairs, before taking out her phone to snap a few pictures. Christine gets the same treatment, minus the comments on how she looks when she arrives a minute or so later.

"Okay, you two try to have a good time." Mom takes out her wallet, then stuffs some into my purse I think it's over hundred in mid denomination bills. "Here's a little extra cash, just in case and to tip your valet. Remember to do so Jackie, they don't pay them well because the company expects the customers to tip." As we head for the front door, Mom gently grabs Christine's shoulder, causing her to turn to look at Mother.

"And Christine, I sincerely hope your father both accepts you for who you are now, and wants to continue seeing you. If he doesn't, you have a home here and I'll love you regardless." Mother pulls Christine into a gentle hug, then shoos us out the front door. Mom's car sits, newly washed, waiting for us on the driveway.

'Do you have the name and address of the place?' I glance at Christine before taking my time to navigate the steps down to the driveway. These shoes lack the traction my sneakers have and the steps are not too wide.

'Yea Jackie. It's called Angelo's and it's in the uptown district of downtown. We're talking the richest part of the city.' Approaching the car I hear it automatically unlock for us. Christine chooses to sit in the passenger side, so I take the driver's side. For lack of a better term. Can you even call it that if I'm not driving?

Of course my dress prevents me from getting in like I normally do. Instead, I have to move both my legs in at once while threading my tail through the tail-hole as soon as my butt touches the seat. It isn't as easy as it looks or sounds.

Sticking the key into the ignition, I turn the car on once we're both inside. To a human it would be silent, but I can plainly hear the hum of the transformers and the electric motors receiving current. Still wish mom sprung for extra sound dampening when she bought it.

The computer screen on the dash has a red outline around the border. The word's guest account, and a notice that manual driving has been disabled outside of parking lots scrolls across it. With the steering wheel retracted and locked in place, the dashboard looks similar to the passenger side one, just without the display gauges. Christine glances over to me and then to the screen before saying the name of the place we want to go.

And the car doesn't do a damn thing.

'Must only be programmed for a human voice I guess...' At least it allows for manual input. So I put in the name of the restaurant and it pops up with an address asking if this is correct. Looking over to Christine, she nods to indicate that it's correct, so I touch the yes and then start button.

After a three-second chime and the display saying to stay buckled in, the vehicle slowly backs up out of the driveway and begins driving to our intended destination.

It feels, odd, sitting in the drivers seat, and watching as the car drives itself after I've spent all this time to learn how to drive. The thumping sound coming from behind the passenger side seat draws me out of this thought to look over at Christine.

'Nervous Christine?' The thumping noise stops for a moment, now I realize it was her tail beating against something behind the seat.

'Like you couldn't believe. Here I was, almost unable to wait till today, like time felt like it couldn't move any slower. Now though, I don't know if I'm ready to see him again.' Reaching over I gently hold onto her hand.

'That's why I'm here Christine. Emotional support, and to help you convince him that you're Ashley if need be.' Christine smiles and I can see her visibly relax a bit by the dip of her shoulders. Kinda wish I could drive rather than let the car do it. I'd have something to focus on to keep my mind off of the anxiety.

Until we reach the inner part of the city and the uptown district, it's as far into the city as I've been. Both the school and the hospital aren't this far into the core. Towering skyscrapers with quaint smaller buildings nestled in between greet us on either side of the eight lane thoroughfare.

All of it immaculate and practically glowing in the midday sun. The only people around are office workers, going in between buildings for lunch or returning from it and richer people who don't have to work at all.

There's one thing I can't help noticing, most of them are human.

Not all though, an occasional Bio-morph here and there. Of them, all but a single handful are wearing uniforms or clothing indicating their restaurant workers or janitors of some fashion. I only saw one Bio-Morph in a business suit.

Suddenly, I don't feel so welcome to this area of the city anymore causing my hackles to raise a bit. Glancing over, I catch Christine's eyes and I can tell she most likely is thinking the same thing I am.

It's disturbing, I can remember being human, and yet...

The car chimes and announces that we'll be arriving at our destination shortly, thankfully pulling me out of that train of thought. So I sit a bit straighter, grab my purse to hold in my lap. Still hate the thing, but this dress lacks pockets making it a necessary evil. Christine does the same as we roll up to the valet station and come to a stop.

The screen on the dashboard and the console shows we're in parking lot mode now, so the steering wheel opens up and extends for manual control.

A teenage human boy, possibly no older than seventeen wearing what amounts to a full tuxedo walks over to Christine's door, opens it, and helps her out of her seat like a gentleman. Then walks around to my side and does the same.

With a small flick of my tail, I do have to admit I could get used to this kind of pampering.

Before handing him the key-fob, I dig out a small denomination bill from my purse before gently placing both into his politely outstretched hand.

'Thank you sir.' He smiles and bows after pocketing both.

"My pleasure miss. Please enjoy yourself this afternoon." I give him a slight curtsy, still getting used to doing it. Mainly because a lifetime as a guy has embedded in my mind that I should bow instead.

The valet guides me around the car to stand next to Christine, then hops into the drivers side and carefully drives the car to the parking lot. The other Valet at the stand smiles to us and hands me a plastic token with a digital readout of a number. With another polite bow he walks over and opens the front door for the both of us.

Stepping inside is a stark reminder of what Mauri's looked like.

A matradee stands behind a podium like Mauri and Alpha did. Only this one is lavish mahogany rather than some imitation wood. Behind him stands waiters and waitresses with only a couple of them being Bio-Morphs.

All of them are wearing suits and dress-suits for the men and women respectively of a caliber that wouldn't be out of place in a high power office. Casually walking up to the podium with Christine behind me I give the matradee a polite smile while my ears stay nice and forward facing.

"Do you have a reservation miss? If not the wait time for an open table this afternoon is sadly Forty-five minutes." Something irks me about the professional smile and faux accent of his, but I don't comment on it.

'Jackie Strader and Ashley Dorson. The reservation should be under one Mr. Dorson, party of three? We might be a bit early.' The matradee's eyes shift down, and he seems to be working a tablet with a singer finger. A moment later he looks back up at Christine and I.

"You two are fashionably early, but thankfully so is Mr. Dorson. He arrived about Five minutes ago." Snapping his fingers aggressively he points to one of the Bio-Morph Waiters. "Take the two of them to booth forty-two!" I manage to keep my tail from flicking in irritation, but not my ear at the aggressive tone he takes with the waiter.

The chosen waiter, a small wolf breed, steps up and bows before using a sweep of his hand to indicate we should follow him. Walking about a step behind him we follow to the non-smoking section, then to the booth area, and finally to more 'private' booths they offer.

Ones that have gilded doorways, and smoked glass pane walls to isolate them from both the sights and sounds of other's. I'm not even touching Christine but I can just somehow feel her tense up as we approach and see the distorted figure behind the stained-glass.

So much for arriving before him to avoid a scene. If he doesn't like what he sees, I doubt this glass will keep an argument from drawing attention to us.

Stopping in front of the thin smoked glass door, the waiter opens it politely asks for our purses while we take a seat. Deciding in an instant, I move to sit down first, and scoot to the back of the booth opposite of the older gentleman across from us, Christine's father. As soon as I'm seated and my tail through the hole in the back, the waiter hands me my purse and I set it next to me against the wall.

Christine's helped in next before the waiter bow's and says someone will be by for our orders shortly, closing the door as he leaves.

Mr. Dorson is an older man, but like my own father, he seems to have taken care of himself. The only signs of his age are his skin and some gray hairs on his head. Giving him a distinguished look with the expensive suit he's wearing, and because of the suit jacket and table, I can't see his new prosthetic arm and leg. I can smell them from the same plastic and rubber scent I get from mother's prosthetic arm.

As we look him over I can feel his eyes do the same to me, then flick over to Christine to look her over. The moment they do, her hand grips mine tightly under the table while holding the other under her bust.

He picks up his cell phone off the table and pockets it, but hasn't made any movements to leave the booth yet, so I guess that's a good thing?

'Hello Father.' Christine breaks the tense silence, which was forming in the booth. Mr. Dorson's reaction is instantaneous, we only had his mild attention before, now his entire focus is on Christine causing her to squeeze my hand tighter.

"I think that makes you Ashley. Or at least that's who you're claiming to be, so I'll be blunt. I didn't get to where I was without being cautious. Knowing that email address got me interested and made me come here. The fact I never shared it with 'anyone' I didn't completely trust is what is keeping me here. I was expecting a human woman early thirties or so. Not a teenage Bio-Morph in an adults dress playing a mature woman, and yes I can tell you're both still teenagers. So unless you can give me information to prove who you are miss, we're done here." The look on Christine's face wouldn't be any worse if he had physically gut punched her.

Her ears fall to the sides of her head, and her posture deflates, but to my surprise, only for a moment.

Christine sits back up straight, looks at me, then back at her father before squeezing my hand yet again. Then she starts listing off every single gift her father gave her from her seventh or eighth birthday onward, including the amount of money dumped into her account.

If that wasn't enough she also started listing off some major disciplinary incidents she did at school. Simply, so she could see either him or her mother. No matter how mad it made them that their daughter got into trouble.

The combative and aggressive posture of a politician having to deal with something under the table slowly shifts to one of shock as Christine goes on.

'And... If you want any further proof 'Father' give me a pen and paper and I'll show you your caiman islands bank account number. One of the help accidentally put one of your statements with mine when I was twelve.' Without a word he takes a small pad of paper and a pen from his suit jacket pocket, then slides it to her across the table.

Out of habit he seems to have done so with his bare prosthetic arm, which shakes and twitches. From what mom said, this happens during the first half a year of adjustment.

Glaring at her Father, Christine picks them up, and writes down a thirty-two digit alphanumeric string without hesitation. I know Christine doesn't have an eidactic memory, but she does have a good one, I'm surprised she could remember something like this from that age.

Placing them down on the table she slides them back to her father, then grabs my hand again under the table while the other lies on top of the table, claws tapping the surface gently if not impatiently.

Mr. Dorson takes out his phone and after unlocking it, looks between the paper, and the phone. I think he was expecting this whole situation to be a farce because he just up and drops his phone, letting it clatter onto the table as he blankly stares at Christine.

'Again, Hello Father.' Christine repeats herself, just with a bit of anger and venom behind her words.

Before Mr. Dorson could say anything, A different waiter than before. A human this time, knocks on the door, and enters a moment later. Then he places a glass of water with coasters in front of me and Christine. Followed by a few wine glasses and a bucket of ice with a wine bottle in it.

Taking out a small tablet he looks between us, Mr. Dorson politely dismisses him with a shaky voice saying they'll need a little while longer to decide as everything here looks exceptional.

The waiter bows and quietly closes the door behind him.

"I... Took the liberty of ordering drinks before you two arrived, but I expected a couple of adults and not kids... So I guess the water will have to do fo our meal." Mr Dorson then removes the wine bottle, fills his glass, and downs said glass in a few gulps. As he does this I can hear Christine removing her feet from her shoes and raking her claws across the floor in frustration for some reason. Was her father a drinker when she was younger?

Anyway even if we were technically old enough to drink. I'd still refuse, for some reason the wine reeks to this nose of mine.

"Okay... um, so the only other person who would've known about that account died in the car crash. So, you're really my daughter... I just want to know, why? Only Criminals and Degenerates get converted into Bio-Morphs. How did my rebellious daughter end up as one?" For a politician, he has little tact right now.

Another verbal gut punch and Christine nearly breaks my hand as she withstands it, calms herself, and stares back at her father with more fire and drive than I've ever seen in her with ears forward and tail lashing.

Personally, I know I should also be angry. I wasn't a degenerate, and I technically wasn't a criminal outside of maybe some trespassing. Yet, I ended up with fur, a fox's tail, and giant tits with all the side pieces anyway.

'I was neither of those! I was your love starved daughter who only wanted attention from you, and the only way I know how was to act out. Because each time I did, you or mom would come home. Yes you were angry, but I got to see you or her.' Christine leans forward and points a claw tip at Mr. Dorson's chest.

"Yes, and I realize that now. But why-" She cuts him off by jabbing said claw into his chest through his clothes.

'Why I ran away? Simply put, breaking rules at school stopped eliciting the desired result from you or mother, to come home. So I started to sneak out at night when I got older. Not for what Mom thought I was doing, having sex with someone. No it was just so that you wouldn't know where I was for a bit. It was the only thing I knew to get you home and for a few weeks, you and her stayed at the house more often than you both did in my entire life up to that point.' Mr Dorson only sinks back into his seat in reaction to Christine, but she presses forward.

"And then when we 'had' to leave?" Lowering her hand Christine sits back down as well.

'I played my final card, I ran away. Of course, it took a few days for you two to know. I bet you never knew where I ran too did you?' Mr. Dorson shakes his head.

'I ran to the neighboring mansion. The one due to be torn down because of the faulty foundation causing it to nearly split in half. So for a week I hid in there, only coming out at night to grab food. During the day I watched you and mother come home, but not look for me. Then in a rage that I now admit was a mistake, I decided I was done dealing with both of you and left.' Christine's ears lower a little and her tail goes still as the fire in her dies down a bit.

"Your mother and I did try to find you. Just, not personally. Apparently who we hired did a poor job if you were that close to us for that long." Christine lets out a snort as I take a sip of water.

For a high class place, it kinda just tastes like tap water.

'Try not at all dad. Anyway, I knew if I withdrew any money from my bank account you'd find me, so I took what I had on me and rented a hotel room. My poor skills at budgeting and my admittedly short-sightedness made it so 'that' situation lasted for about two weeks before I was left with no money to my name. I was too angry and proud of myself to come back. I lucked out though, it was the best time of year to start living on the streets, giving me plenty of time to find some hole to stay in and how to find food before bad weather hit.' Mr. Dorson fills his glass with wine again but only takes a sip rather than gulping the whole thing down.

"Then you ended up in a jobless center. Most likely in one of the monthly sweeps for homeless. Still doesn't explain the fur coat." Christine nods and takes a sip of water. Her tail starts to lash a bit as her ears cock to the side a little, but she seems to lack the fire from earlier.

'I'm getting to that dad. Again I was too prideful and angry at you two, when looking back at this a simple phone call could've saved me. So I had three options while I was there; do nothing and let the state do the bare minimum to take care of me, try to earn some side cash as a maid cleaning mansions, or do the only other job available to women in a jobless center.' Again Christine squeezes my hand fiercely.

I idly wonder if I'll have a broken hand by the end of lunch.

"You didn't..." Letting out a sigh, Christine looks at me, then glares back at Mr. Dorson.

'Again, my pride and anger blinded me. I don't view what I did as a crime, only a service to others willing to pay for it. I could've chosen to be a maid, but I risked being spotted by someone who knew mom and I didn't want that.' Christine sighs and loosens her grip. 'It's how they got me actually, I avoided it for a few years, then I was caught in one of the annual vice sweeps of the camps. Then thrown in a giant cell with about fifteen to twenty other prostitutes from around the city. I fell asleep that night expecting to be found out as your daughter when they looked up my name. Instead, I woke up being pulled out of a conversion tank looking like this' Christine motions to herself. 'But without any fur yet.' Mr. Dorson is taking this better than I expected him too.

I knew the general idea that she was a prostitute in a jobless center, just not she did it out of anger and spite.

"You were caught in the yearly sweeps I helped push into practice to make it look like we're not funding low-life's at those centers, just those who've had a bit of bad luck." He looks down, then back up to Christine. "You should've had a trial though. It's your right as an American citizen, if they've been just grabbing people out of the jobless centers like this, they would've been caught years ago for such constitutional violations. Do you remember who took you in those sweeps? Maybe I can look into it, get the ball rolling without naming you." Setting down my glass a little aggressively I glance over to Christine before making eye contact with Mr. Dorson.

'Sorry for joining in on this. But I'm also a convert, and before that I grew up in one of those jobless centers. They did it because by all intents and purposes they can. Those who end up in a center are second class citizens. It's not official of course, no law states that. It just ends up that way as almost no one will hire someone who lives there, so without a legit means of income they can't leave. As for me, I wasn't caught in a crime raid, no, I was lured by a fake job offer then drugged and kidnapped.' Silently Mr. Dorson takes off his suit-jacket, tossing it onto the seat next to him then runs his good hand through his hair.

When he looks back up at us, his face is full of sorrow and regret.

'Keep in mind this is not to pile it on or blame you Dad. Just to tell you what happened.' Christine looks over at me with a smile, then back at her father.

'After I was sold to a place called Mauri's, I overheard a few customers say the crime sweeps you helped push into existence were a boon to the conversion industry. Giving them fresh stock with little questions asked. After all, who was going to look for a missing person from one of them? If someone at a jobless center had family to fall back onto during hard times they wouldn't be there to begin with.' The waiter returns, giving us a much-needed break in the conversation.

Also it reminds me that I haven't even looked at the menu's on the table. Picking one up, I take a glance inside.

I hope Mr. Dorson pays for this, because I don't think we have enough money on us to pay for a single dish here between us. The cheapest ones are more expensive than they have any right to be! Thankfully Mr. Droson is giving his choice to the waiter, giving Christine and I a minute or so to choose. Hoping I don't insult him, I decide on the second cheapest meal on the menu.

Just in case. If we have to pay for it ourselves, I hope they allow us to call Mom so it can be put on a credit card.

The waiter turns to Christine, and she chooses the cheapest meal on the menu, then he turns to me and I give him my selection. Another bow and he leaves us be.

"You're giving me a lot to think about. I mean, I think you both know conversion is an open secret but I'll say I didn't know they are so brazen in grabbing people use for it. All I knew was that despite the focus on law enforcement the past few decades, the prisons aren't even near overcrowding like at the turn of the century." He sighs. "But we're getting off-topic here. I think you've proven to me your Ashley, but, how did you and Ms, Strader here meet? Why are you holding her hand and looking at her?" Christine lets out a sigh while reaching to hold my hand again.

'Dad... I'll answer that last question first. Jackie's my Alpha Female and, I have what's called Pack Instinct Disorder. A milder case thankfully or I wouldn't be here, but it's a struggle sometimes to not let it overtake my thought process. I didn't know what this was till recently, before then I thought this was the same mental struggle all Bio-Morphs went through. Fighting instincts to unconditionally obey their pack betters over their own personality. I'm still dealing with 'things' the son of the owner of Mauri's restaurant did to me as the human Alpha of the pack there, and how he used it against me.' Looking over to me Christine silently hands the other questions off to me.

The brief look on her face and ears shows she's having some issues now, maybe because her dad has accepted her he's been slotted into an Alpha male part of her instincts like my dad has.

'Mr. Dorson, Ashley was sold to the same place I was a few years before I was kidnapped and converted. From what I understand, mainly because I've been unable to get much out of her, the son of the owner of the place severally punished her after an escape attempt. She withdrew into herself, and when I was able to escape due to a friend of mine showing up and recognizing me. The Alpha female of the pack there, Alpha, and the Bio-Morph Alpha Male, Mauri, insisted I take her with me before she fully became an empty shell. During the trip up here Ashley not only started to come out of her shell, but latched onto me as her new Alpha-Female. Apparently I have the genes for alpha-hood.' I give a shrug at this.

'Her P.I.D. normally makes her submissive to an extreme degree, and she's only been able to do what she has done right here because of me and holding my hand as a form of emotional support.' I think he knows what P.I.D. is because his focus falls on me once we're done answering his questions.

"How much power do you have over my daughter?" Alright, now I know why his gaze is upon me. Frankly, I don't blame him.

'More than I want to have, if I'm being honest, but it's needed regardless. Do you know of the protective instincts in Bio-Morph packs? How Betas are supposed to help protect their Alpha who in turn help and protect them?' Mr. Dorson nods once.

'On our journey up here to Canada, after she attached herself to me as my Beta. We were attacked, and I was seriously, but not fatally injured. Christine lost control and ripped the throat out of the attacker, killing him in retaliation. It humbles me that it both happened and her instincts made it, so she doesn't even regret it. After all he tried to kill me so...' Christine sits up a bit straighter.

'He tried to kill Alpha-Jackie, I mean Jackie. So he got what he deserved.' I sigh both at Mr. Dorson's shocked expression and Christine's bluntness. At least I can deal with the latter.

Before I can do so, there's a knock on the glass door followed by it being opened by the waiter from earlier. Setting down the large tray with our dishes on them onto a folding stand that was also being carried, he then hands us our orders, silverware and condiments. Picking up the tray and stand he skillfully backs out of the booth then closes the door without a word.

I watch the door, waiting for a moment longer, just in case someone else tries to barge in. Feeling safe and no one will interrupt us, I turn to look at Christine.

'This isn't an order, it's a request. Please don't speak so casually about killing that hick. It's not something that should be talked about so lightly, okay?' While I speak to her Christine's ears are forward and up, she then nods and looks back to her father, then the food in front of her.

'Sorry. I knew I shouldn't speak so lightly of it, but it just came out before I could fully stop it.' Looking back at Mr. Dorson, he looks between us before unwrapping the silverware from the napkin, which he unfolds and places on his lap.

Both Christine and I follow suit, though I kinda wish said napkin was bigger. Last thing I want is to ruin this dress considering how much it cost.

"No need to apologize I understand what that disorder does to Bio-Morphs. I guess what I should ask next is the obvious question, what is your relationship with my daughter?" Yea I knew he was going to ask that. If he knows about Bio-Morphs, maybe he knows about the don't ask don't tell like policy Canada has adopted.

'As far as Canada's concerned, I'm Jackie Strader. Younger sister to Christine Strader and her official Alpha-Female. We were both adopted as kits by one Maria Strader about seventeen years ago. This kinda makes you family so to speak, in an unofficial sense.' Mr. Dorson takes a bit of his meal before pointing the fork at me.

"And what is the truth?" He's polite enough to wait for me to finish what I have in my mouth. It's not bad, I just thought even something they consider cheap here would taste better at a place like this.

Then again it may just be something reheated rather than cooked here due to the price.

Glancing over to Christine, she's just eating slowly while watching her father.

'Maria Strader is my Biological mother. She was taken in by the Tanner's, close friends of mine and my family after I was kidnapped. They emigrated to Canada together not long after I disappeared. Their eldest son, Patrick is the one who helped me escape and his friends helped me and Christine get to the border. Without them, we wouldn't be here right now. After arriving my mother adopted Christine as her own.' Putting his fork down, Mr. Dorson picks up his wine glass and takes another large sip.

Setting it back down he gives me a genuine smile, albeit, rather short.

"Then I think a thank you's in order Ms. Strader. For you and your mother." Christine gently places her fork on her plate.

'I have a question for you dad.' Turning his attention to Christine, Mr. Dorson nods.

"Go ahead. This shouldn't be a one way conversation after all." Christine lets out a sigh and composes herself before making eye contact with him.

'Knowing what you do now, where is your stance on things? Where do we go from here? I knew you were pretty much pro slavery before, and I thought you didn't think Bio-morphs could reason. But you proved me wrong on that today.' Mr Dorson sighs, eyeing the wine bottle before pushing his wine glass gently away.

"That's a pretty broad question." He pauses for a moment. "Well, I've been corrected in my view of converts, the proof is right in front of me and I get the feeling with how my own daughter and you Ms. Strader speak about it, that if I talked to other converts, I'll get similar accounts. I'll also level with you, I was expecting this to devolve into a shouting match like the fights Ashley and I had when I'd come home after she'd had gotten into trouble. That's why I arrived early, to try, and avoid a scene." Chuckling a little at the fact we came to the same conclusion and solution, Mr Dorson glances over at me in confusion.

'We figured we'd do the same thing, that's why I'm chuckling Mr. Dorson.' Nodding once he looks back at Christine.

"As for where do we go from here, I was prepared in the small chance this went civilly, to take you with me back to the states. That would be a stupid idea in hindsight considering..." he politely just nods his head at us. "I take it you two stay in the same place considering as far as Canada's concerned, your sisters right?" Well, yea. Not that she'd want to go anyway.

'We live in a nice refurbished old style farm house that had a suburb built around it. It's in fur town, and we're within walking distance of one of the light rail stations.' I decide to answer that question.

Another genuine smile crosses Mr. Dorson's face before he takes a few bites of his meal.

"That's good to hear, they don't make houses like they used to. You were most likely too young to realize this Ashley, but that place we lived in? That was a money pit due to the poor construction. It's reasonable to assume since you both are minor's, you're attending high-school again right?" Mr. Dorson waits for us to finish eating again.

'Yea, the local public high school. It's not that bad, many of my teachers are good people. We just have one nut-job of an English/French teacher. Also, if it wasn't for the head secretary being just as nuts, Jackie and I would share all our classes.' Mr Dorson taps his fingers on the table, thinking over Christine's answer.

"If you want, I can get the both of you into a local charter school with better teachers and equipment." Christine's ears fold back slightly. I think he may have touched a nerve.

'Dad, your throwing money at the problem is the 'last' thing I want now. We are 'fine' at this school despite it being a public one, and we already know the majority of the material. What I want now is 'you', I have had enough of your money the last time I was this age.' Mr. Dorson sighs and pushes his plate away from himself before taking another drink of the wine.

I thought he was done with it, but I think what Christine just said threw him for a loop.

"I'll be honest with you Ashley, or do you prefer Christine now?" He watches Christine, waiting for her to answer.

'Either is fine, but since we are in public, and supposed to be hiding who we are. Christine will do here.' Mr Dorson nods.

"I'll be honest with you Christine, I do not know how to do that." He sighs. "Don't take this the wrong way, 'please', neither your mom nor I wanted to be parents, but well, you happened to be that point one percent failure rate of a condom. But! Upon learning you were on your way we decided to keep you. Only we got over our heads in what it took to take care of you. We failed you as your parents because we found it harder than anything we've done before and foolishly shift the responsibility to others." Mr Dorson folds his hands on top of the table in front of him. But, it ends up being his normal hand holding down his shaking prosthetic one.

"I want to fix this Christine, but I don't know how. You're the last of any family that I have. Your grandparents, my parents died before you were born, I was an only child too. Your mothers siblings fled the United States when it became a slave state and never kept contact with her. So I don't know where they are. As far as I know you may have several cousins." Mr. Dorson takes a small breath.

"If you want me to move up here, I can do that. It will take some time due to Canada's merit based system though. If you just want to see me every few weeks, I can do that too. Honestly I'm earning more in interest than I can spend through normal means right now. It's all up to you because now that we're talking, the last thing I want is to never see you again." Christine looks at him then at me with a stunned expression.

Oh no you don't, I can see those eyes dilate and the position of your ears. Your P.I.D. isn't going to cause you to screw this up. Quickly taking Christine's hand I pull her in closer to me.

'Calm down Christine, you're okay. This is a good thing. Just take it slow, think it over, we have all the time available to us.' Glancing over to Mr Dorson he has a concerned look on his face.

"Did I do something wrong? Or is it her P.I.D.?" I shake my head as Christine lets out a small whine, demanding my attention again.

'No you didn't do anything wrong. It technically was an emotional low blow to tell her about being a 'surprise', but you had to be honest that you were not a parent and felt overwhelmed. I think what's going on is the sheer weight of your question causing this. She defers to me on serious issues and I've had to order her that it's okay to have her own opinion when hers contradicts mine.' Turning back to Christine I continue to sooth her. Watching her eyes and ears for the signs that she, rather than the disorder, is in control of her actions.

Mr. Dorson just waits, I expect him to down more wine or something more drastic. He doesn't, he sits there waiting for Christine to calm down.

Several minutes later, Christine's eyes return to normal and her body language relaxes enough that I know she's back. Gently I remove my hand from hers and the back of her head to allow her to sit normally.

'Dad. What I want is you to be in my life as a father again even if I can't officially be your daughter for obvious reasons. As for what that entails, it's not up to me to decide that. I think it's up to you to decide dad.' I smile at this.

Yea, I know it's similar to how we decided to have my father back in my life, but it is still the best option here.

"Then I'll start the process to emigrate here. I've already sold the property your mother and I bought for retirement, it was too big for just me. I'm going to have to look for something a little smaller to stay in. You can see me whenever you like once I am up here Christine, and Jackie, you're welcome anytime too. I think sometime later I'd also like to meet your new family." Mr. Dorson takes out the pad of paper and pen, flips to a new page and quickly writes something down. Tearing it off the pad he slides the paper over to Christine.

"That's the hotel's address and room number I'm staying at. I'll be here for about half a week more while the paperwork closes on the old property. You can come see me any time until Wednesday." Christine picks it up and I take a glance at it.

My ears go straight up and I feel my tail poof a little.

'You're staying in that high class hotel about a block behind our school!' I blurt out as Christine stuffs the paper into her purse with care.

"That's the public school you go to? I was curious about it when I arrived and asked the hotel owner, never been to a city with a school and a green zone in downtown like this. He said it used to be a sports complex, when the national league collapsed, the city had no use for it anymore after the local team disbanded, and leveled it to make a better school for the public. His hotel used to cater too sport teams and fans, but had to go high class to survive." I was wondering about why there's a school in the city with a large green area when inner city schools normally don't have them.

A polite knock on the glass door heralds the return of the waiter. Asking if we enjoyed our meal, I'm polite and say I do despite having better tasting food. Then asks if we want desert or if Mr. Dorson wants a bottle of wine to go.

We all refuse both. With a smile he places the bill in a gold gilded padded folder with an ornate pen, then says he will be back in a few minutes to pick it up.

Mr Dorson reaches for it before I can, I wanted to know how much this entire thing cost out of pure curiosity.

"I insist that it be my treat." He sighs, then looks at Christine. "You probably didn't know this Christine. But your mother loved hearing about stuff like this. The fact you were only a block or so away from me for the past week, and none of us knew it. Heck, I had lunch out on my room's balcony a few days ago, I was watching what their gym class play baseball of all things. I didn't know anyone played it up here. I thought the only sports they played were hockey and soccer." He picks up the folder, takes out his wallet and writes a few things on the receipt before inserting a literal platinum credit card.

Not one colored as such, one made out of the actual metal from the way the light glints off of it and the scent it gives off.

'Small world I guess.' Christine shrugs. Mr Dorson looks over at me as I look at the card.

"Yea it's one of those cards. Frankly, I'd rather have a plastic credit card. I've had to have it replaced multiple times, from the magnetic strip coming off to the chip shorting out. The last time it took the store's reader with it." Nodding in understanding, not that I'd ever have one.

"So what do you two have planed for the rest of the day?" Frankly I don't have much if anything planed, but if Christine wants to spend more time with her dad, I wouldn't mind. So I glance over, and let her answer.

'I'm, going to need the rest of the afternoon to think things over dad. You laid a lot onto me that I didn't know and don't know how to process. You'll also understand that this has been stressful for me. I'll email you tomorrow, and we'll go from there okay?' Mr Dorson nods to accept Christine wishes, then blinks once.

"Email? You don't have a cellphone do you?" Both of us shake our heads.

The waiter knocks on the door, enters, and takes the gilded folder with the card. Saying he'll be right back with the receipt and the card. Only when he leaves do we continue talking.

'No, we don't Mr. Dorson. It wasn't high on the list of stuff we needed. After all both Christine and I needed new clothes including school uniforms, the house needed to be stocked with Bio-morph friendly food. Rooms furnished, etc. Mom is going to give us each a cell phone soon, I just don't know when.' Mr Dorson frowns at both of us with a look of concern on his face.

"I don't think waiting is a good idea, I would think for your safety you'd already have one. After all, there was that assault the other day on a Bio-Morph and now that I know my daughter is one. I'm worried about hers and your safety Jackie. I know Christine don't want me throwing money at the both of you, but please, just allow me to do this? If you tell me where you live, I can have two cellphones shipped to you with a prepaid plan by tomorrow." While not as heavy of a burden as the other question, Christine does gently take my hand before letting out a sigh.

'Alright dad. We'll tell mom that she doesn't need to worry about it. Just get us decent phones, not some top of the line super phone okay?' Mr Dorson relaxes from Christine relenting her 'no throwing money at it' for this and nods.

"Okay. Also, how about both of you ask your new mother if she wouldn't mind seeing me. I want to talk to the woman who's taken my daughter under her wing." The waiter returns, hands Mr. Dorson the folder and his card. Putting the card away he then scribbles something onto the receipt, most likely adding a tip to the order.

All three of us hand the waiter our dishes, but not the drinks before he leaves.

'I'll talk to her about it. I do not know if she would be willing to, so don't get your hopes up about it Mr. Dorson.' Gently I remove the napkin from my lap, glad it wasn't needed as Christine does the same before we both grab our purses.

"Jackie, no need for the Mr. Dorson stuff okay? I wouldn't mind calling you part of the family with how you've been taking care of Christine and being the sister she's never had. I don't know if you're in contact with your own father Jackie. But, instead of just calling me dad, you can call me Valerio." Nodding in agreement, Christine is about to stand, but Valerio folds his suit jacket over his arm and gets up. Moving over, he helps Christine up after opening the door to the booth.

Then he helps me up the same way.

It feels weird getting this kind of treatment from Christine's father, even though I liked how it felt when the valet did it earlier. Double checking we didn't leave anything behind, he then escorts us to the front of the establishment like a gentleman. When he presents his token to the valet, I dig out ours from my purse and present it as well.

"First time with a purse Jackie?" Valerio glances over as we wait in line for our vehicles to be dropped off.

'I'm not used to using one, I prefer clothing with pockets.' Christine giggles at my sour comment.

'Jackie's a tomboy.' Rolling my eyes at Christine's playful tone elicits a smile from Valerio.

"Nothing wrong with that, I dated one in college. Sad it didn't work out though, she was a nice person. We just had different ideas on what we wanted to do in life, and they would've clashed with any sort of future relationship. Even if you are one, you seem to know how to dress up nicely, no offense." Looking over at him I smile.

'None taken Valerio. Thank you for the complement.' Christine has a beaming smile as she stands there and I know what she's going to say.

'You should've seen her try to put that dress on the first time dad, it was hilarious. Oh, and the makeup's my doing, but I'm teaching her how to do it!' Valerio looks at Christine with a what I think is a little confusion on his face.

'I'll email you why later, this isn't a good place to talk about it. Just don't think bad of Jackie okay?' Even though he still looks confused about this, he does seem to understand that Christine will explain it later.

"Okay." He then turns to me. "School must be difficult for you if your not a dress person." Letting out a sigh at the slow pace of the line, I smile back at him and nod.

'Yea, the dress code is a long skirt and a blouse. I prefer pants, wearing a dress like that makes it feel like I'm naked from the waist down in public. I'm getting used to it though, even if running in one is hard. This dress is a bit better in that regard, with it tighter against my legs I know it's there and don't feel like I'm naked.' Our turn is coming up, Valerio's first then Christine and I.

"I think I can understand how you feel. During Irish appreciation day at my school when I was a teenager they had us guy's wear kilts." I'm about to ask what a kilt is, but he beats me to it.

"A kilt is a traditional bit of dress for Irish men, kinda like a skirt but made of their traditional fabric. It's basically a skirt for men more or less. Boy did the girls at my school have a field day teasing the guys who had to participate." Tilting my head in confusion I look over at him.

'That seems... Odd.' Valerio laughs a bit at this.

"Tell me about it. They make a damn good beer though let me tell you." Yea, you've got me curious and now I'm too young to legally be able to drink. Not to mention how badly the wine smelled.

So on second thought, maybe I'll pass on the trying their beer.

The valet rolls up in Valerio's car. Needless to say it puts Mother's to shame. Cherry red, sleek lines to the point where you can't even see the seams until you're up close. The body extends down far enough to hide the wheel hubs and the sunken in spokes give the illusion that the wheels are free floating.

Being pure electric I expect the motor whine, but it rolls up silently to the curb and the drivers side door just, seems to slide out of the way allowing the valet out.

"I look forward to either seeing you two later or hearing from you via email or a call." With a gentlemanly bow, Valerio gets in and once the door closes, silently drives off.

I didn't even hear the whine of an electric motor as it picks up speed. Looking over to Christine, she doesn't even seem phased.

'Dad always liked having the best cars.' Christine shrugs but Mom's car rolls up a moment later, cutting any further conversation short.

The valet gets out, and walks over to the passenger side door, opening it carefully for Christine. He then momentarily holds onto her purse before helping her in. Once Christine's seated he closes the door with such practiced ease as to not make much noise.

Striding back over to me, I let him gently take my hand lead me over to the driver's seat to do the same.

'Thank you again sir.' He hands me the key-fob and I insert it into the starter.

"It's not a problem ma'am." Opening my purse I fish out the rest of the money Mom gave me, folding them up into a neat stack.

'From one High school student to another. Here, and I hope the rest of your shift goes well.' Handing the bills over to him puts a smile on his face that is not just the plastic practiced one he has to have on the job.

After pocketing the bills, he gently closes the door.

Sensing the door has been shut, and the car still in guest mode, it only allows me to drive it to the exit of the property. At which point Christine just taps the 'home' button on the dash between us, and we're on our way with the late afternoon sun bearing down on us.

Glancing at the clock, I'm just stunned.

'We spent three to four hours there?!' Christine just shrugs as I glance over at her.

'I... wouldn't say it was fun, but it was emotional, so I guess that helps the time fly?' Christine pauses. 'Dad still wants to be with me!' I hear her tail thumping hard inside the seat's tail hole. It slows down a short time later.

'He said I was an accident though.' Reaching over, I grab her shoulder reassuringly and smile at her.

'Valerio had to get that out in the air, I think he views it as the root cause of everything.' Christine's tail stops wagging.

To change the subject, I'm about to ask her what she wants to do for the rest of the day, only to look over at me like she desperately wants to cry.

Since we don't have human tear ducts, we can't. An oversight in our design that I wish we could get fixed.

'Alph- I mean Jackie, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm going to need some alone time. I don't know how long, but please don't worry about me. I just need to think over what happened. So I'll be in my room with the door closed for a while.' Letting my ears droop, I nod in understanding.

I've gotten so used to having her nearly attached to me, being asked not be so near her feels weird. I will respect her wishes though, and I completely understand why she needs it.

We spend the rest of the trip in silence, and the sounds of the city outside followed by the three-second chime of arriving at our destination. I get out, then walk over to help Christine out of the car.

She's more than able to walk on her own even if her tail is trying to go in between her legs through her dress and her ears are drooping to the sides. Mom greets us once we're inside the house, and she zeroes in on Christine's look.

'It went well despite how it looks Mom. Her dad, Valerio, still wants to be with her. He's going to be moving up here once he can emigrate. For right now he'll still be at the hotel he's staying at for about half a week. We have the address. He also has our address because he wouldn't say no to getting her a cell phone, and me too. Said it was a safety issue, and he wants Christine to be safe.' I cut off Mom's question before she asks it as I slip out of the heels and into the slippers at the door.

Christine just sheds her heels and heads without a word upstairs, to her room and closes the door. Mother and I just watch as she goes.

"Then why does she look so devastated?" Sighing I walk more slowly to the stairs, and on my way I see Patrick and his parents, but no Flint, lounging about in the living room.

'To get to this point he had to air to her his feelings, and part of that was admitting... Well, no other way to say it, Ashley Dorson was an accident, but neither Valerio nor his wife were willing to give her up, yet they were completely overwhelmed and unable to handle parenthood.' I see Mom's features steel, then soften before she shakes her head.

"That is the dumbest thing, yet explains her entire childhood. It's also a low blow but I can understand why he had to air that out. Honestly, as mad as it makes me, I feel he genuinely wants her as his daughter now." Pausing at the base of the stairs I look back at Mom.

'So if he, hypothetically, wants to meet you, the woman who took his daughter under her wing and cared for her. Would you want to meet him?' Mom sighs as she looks at me.

"I'll get back to you on that dear. My answer now would be yes, if only to slap him for treating my adoptive daughter like this." I know it's the wrong reaction, but I have to chuckle at the mental image.

Which causes Mom to stare are me.

'Sorry, but from what I saw while I was there, he might accept your slap. It did not go unnoticed how Christine spoke of you in loving terms. It was mainly in body language, but I think he noticed it nonetheless.' Mom stakes her head solemnly then weakly smiles.

"Go on upstairs and change Jackie, I bet you're dying to get out of that thing and sprawl over Patrick's lap." Taking the hint I smile back and let my tail wag while heading upstairs.

Yes that was exactly what I was planning when I saw him in there, but I take it Mom also needs a break to think this through.

Christine's door's closed, but not locked. I silently peek in to see how she's doing and I can't see her through the darkness and all the blankets and pillows she's buried herself in. Closing the door silently I head into my room, close the door and work on getting off this dress.

At least I don't need help doing so, and once off I oh so carefully look it over, relaxing as I find no stains or damage. So I reattach it to its hanger and place it in my closet in an unused corner. My purse gets emptied and just lobbed into a corner of said closet a moment later with much less care.

I replace the strapless bra with a normal one, throw on a pair of shorts and head for the bathroom. It only takes me about ten minutes of scrubbing with water and a couple of towels to get all my makeup off.

The fur on my head is a bit frazzled, but free of the cosmetic powder. Smoothing it back into place with my hand I turn my head from side to side deeming it okay. From there I go back to my room, throw on a clean t-shirt, then head downstairs.

I know Patrick and his family must've heard the earlier conversation, and they don't ask about how things went when I enter. I hop onto the couch and half lean and half lay on Patrick a second later.

He places a hand on my head and gently rubs my ears eliciting a smile and a wagging tail.

"Hey." Patrick smiles down at me.

'Hi. Lazy Saturday?' Looking back up at him, Patrick nods.

"You looked beautiful when you came home in that dress." My ears instantly heat up in a large blush, and he chuckles as the Tanners aww.

'Um, what are you watching?' I see the answer before he says anything. I just want to change the subject.

"Soccer, don't see what the appeal is. Neither team has scored the entire game so far but dad seems to have gotten into it." Tilting my head a little as I watch, there's something about following the ball around on screen that seems to stir something in me.

A urge to chase it, catch it, then kill it?...

Shaking my head once I go back to leaning against Patrick as we all watch the game. Mr. Tanner shoots out of his chair and erupts in cheering as the local team finally scores a goal. Ending the game one to zero for the local team.

After the game the station puts on a movie, and we watch it in its entirety. As for dinner, mom orders out for pizza considering the lunch Christine and I had, I only feel up to eating a single slice. Still, it was enough to get Patrick and his family laughing as I tried to lick up the stringy cheese on my muzzle.

A while later I hug Patrick, give him a lick on the cheek causing him to blush, then sit up and grab a plate to put a couple of slices on it for Christine.

'I'm going to go see how Christine is doing.' They all nod and I head upstairs with the plate in my hands to Christine's room. I gently knock once before opening the door.

I'm not surprised when I turn on the light to see her still buried under blankets and pillows, nor that her room has the beginning traces of a girly girl in her teenage years again. A pin up poster of a buff guy and a few pastel pink pieces of furniture now adorn the space.

Granted I've not looked in here since I came home from the hospital, and she has had a lot of time while I was there to decorate. Same with while I was learning to speak in the month afterwards, in between the times she wasn't glued to me.

Placing the plate on her nightstand next to the frill covered nightlight in a shade of pastel pink, I gently sit down on her bed near the lump I have to assume is Christine.

'Brought some food in case you're hungry Christine. How are you feeling?' For a moment there, I didn't think Christine would answer me. The lump starts moving, sheds a few of the blankets and pillows, and Christine's disheveled head and shoulders emerges.

'Thank you, Jackie... I... don't know. I tried to cry, but I can't, then I fell asleep at some point, only for you to wake me up.' I notice that she ditched all her clothes as the rest of the cocoon falls away. All of her fur is just a plain mess like her head and shoulders.

I hand her the plate when she starts sniffing the air.

'He wants to mend things I think, why else would he tell you how he feels sis. Take it from a former guy that when we do that we seriously mean what we say. I can understand that it hurts to learn you weren't wanted though and I sympathize.' I smile as Christine at least takes a nibble of one of the now cold slices. She puts the plate down and heaves a sigh.

'Hurts is an understatement Jackie. But, I feel you're right. All the other guys I knew casually wouldn't express their feelings like that unless it was something serious or they cared for the person.' Christine pauses letting out a whine.

'Did you know, a prostitute doesn't always just have sex with a guy. There were few, more than you'd expect Jackie, that would only want someone to pretend they cared. A shoulder to cry on, someone to talk too, stuff like that, even though everyone stayed in semi-rigid tents no one was neighborly with each other. Few even talked to each other.' The plate of food's pushed away and Christine suddenly buries herself into the fur on my shoulder as best she can.

My hands find themselves on Christine's head and back respectively as I feel her body heave as her mind tries to force it to weep tears it can no longer produce. Instead, what comes out is a pathetic sounding set of whines that just... Breaks my heart somehow.

When they stop Christine spills out her feelings in an incoherent string going from anger, to sadness, to self deprivation back to happy and then sadness again.

Slowly Christine pushes herself up and looks into my eyes with her bloodshot ones.

'Feel better getting that out Christine?' Returning my gaze for a moment before nodding. Christine works to extract herself from the bedding before sitting on the edge of the bed with me. Even her tail fur is a mess, which is a sad sight.

'It's, been awhile since I've broken down like that Jackie. Last time I didn't have someone to hold onto like this.' Grabbing me, Christine draws me into a sisterly hug. I don't fight her at all.

'For all the bad shit that has happened to me, you were well worth it to have as family in the end Jackie. You AND your mother. The Tanners too, In the short time I've been 'Christine' I've been showen more love and respect than I had as Ashley through my entire childhood. With all of you at my back, it makes me feel like I could take on the world, let alone trying to patch things up with my biological father.' Letting go, Christine stands and starts to smooth out her fur, only for it to stubbornly refuse to her hand grooming.

Smiling, I stand as well, then take off my shirt.

'How about I go take a shower, then you can take yours, and we can do our normal grooming routine 'sis' ?' Christine's ears perk up, and she nods as I put emphasis on calling her my sister.

'That sounds nice Jackie. Then how about you just, hold me like you normally do as we sleep? Hearing your heartbeat is so relaxing for me somehow?' My own ears perk up and my tail wags once. Hearing those words from Christine, my beta and sister fills me with a warmth that I've only felt when I was little and needed comforting by Mom.

'Okay! I won't take too long.' Exiting her room, I gently close the door before quickly scampering about to grab what I need for my shower. A quick wash, rinse, and dry in the fur drier later I head to my room with fur brushes in hand as I pass Christine heading for the shower.

She takes a little more time in hers but once she's out, we go right into our routine of brushing each other's fur.

I make note to take extra care of Christine's fur including her tail and once we're finished, I shut off everything in my room. Christine instantly curls up and pushes herself against me as I lie around her as best I can. Yet, Christine won't have that as she stirs and makes it so her head is on my chest, I feel her breathing slow soon after.

My sister, my Beta. I'll support you any way I can.

I think I fall asleep soon after this, because next thing I realize is the sun beaming through my bedroom window.

Christine's mood seems better as we get up and dressed for breakfast, I mean she's actually moving about, but I notice her tail and ears are lower than normal as we head downstairs. We would head for the table to eat, but we're gently shooed to the living room by Mr. and Ms. Tanner. It only takes a moment for me to realize why.

I can smell Flint's scent coming from the dinning room.

After we sit down in the living room, Patrick comes in carrying plates of pancakes and bacon for all three of us as his parents go back to the dinning room.

"We would've woken you two up earlier so you could've eaten at the table, but Maria and I decided after the day you two had, Especially you Christine. That we'd let you two sleep in." Patrick hands each of us a plate and silverware. I know I dig in as soon as I have them in my hands. Christine eats a bit more slowly.

'How late is it?' Patrick smiles at me after he munches a strip of bacon.

"Almost noon actually." My ears perk up in surprise. I've not slept in this late since being converted.

'I think needed it Patrick, thank you for letting me and your mate sleep in.' Christine speaks up, only a hint of her P.I.D. showing through, but it's also enough to cause Patrick to blush and my ears to heat up in a blush as well.

"No problem. I'm glad though you made up with your father Christine." Christine smiles then goes back to eating her pancakes.

'Going to be busy today Patrick?' Looking over at him before nibbling on a strip of bacon.

"Not really, but I think you may be Jackie. Your mother invited Anthony over to spend some time with you considering how well you two got along the last time he was here." Can't help it, my ears perk up and my tail wags a little and beats upon the couch upon hearing that.

While spending more time with Patrick would be good, Dad has to split his attention between me and his new family now.

'Why didn't either you or mother tell me dad was coming to visit yesterday?' Patrick hands me one of his strips of bacon after I glance hungrily at it.

"He actually just called an hour ago to talk with Maria to be honest." With another happy wag of my tail I stuff it into my mouth and chew. Then wash it down with some water.

'When is he going to be here then?' Patrick glances over to the clock in the room on the sound bar for the TV.

"At about one thirty or so." Nodding I finish up my breakfast before heading back upstairs to my room. Exchanging my clothes for a cleaner set, not the ones I toss aside before sleeping I also brush a bit of my fur so it doesn't look like I just got up.

After all, I want to look presentable to dad.

On my way back downstairs I pass by Christine, who draws me into another hug.

'I needed to ask you, is it alright if I tell my dad everything about you? I'm going to go write an email to him like I promised while you have fun with your own father.' Returning the hug before letting go I smile and pat her head once.

Christine's ears playfully splay when I do so.

'Yea, you can do that. He's part of the family now and needs to know what happened to me. Just, be sure to emphasize even though I was a guy, it doesn't mean I'm preying upon you in that regard. Just in case he jumps to that conclusion.' Christine giggles a bit.

'I'll be sure to tell him your now one hundred percent a woman who likes taking dick if that's what you mean.' Playfully I huff at her and boop her nose for that. Christine goes cross-eyed then shakes her head.

'Please just tell him that our relationship is sisterly and not incestuous Christine, I don't want him to react like Diane did.' With a huff, Christine nods.

'I know, just was having some fun teasing you. Go have fun with your dad Jackie.' Smiling back at her I continue downstairs and plop down on the couch to wait for Anthony. I didn't see Flint in the dining room as I passed by so the Tanners must've escorted him back to his room while I was changing.

Patrick sits down next to me a few minutes later to just keep me company.

A few minutes after the expected time he'd be here, there's a knock on the door and Mom goes to answer it. Getting up off the couch I walk over to see if it's him.

Mom steps aside and lets Anthony into the house, he's wearing a more casual outfit this time. Slacks and a plain t-shirt, he also has a duffle bag slung casually over his shoulder. Walking up to him I just hug him and lay my head against his chest, I can feel his hand gently pat my head a moment later.

"Good to see you too Jackie. Xin wanted to spend some time alone with Diane, so Maria thought it would be a good idea if I spent some time with you." Letting go I step back enough for Mother to close the front door before taking her leave to the basement for some reason.

'You don't need to use such an excuse to come see me you know Dad.' Anthony smiles and nods.

"I know, just wanted you to know why it was of such short notice." He's being honest with me and that does make my tail wag a bit. Still, I'm curious as to what is in the duffle bag as I look over to it.

Anthony hefts it up and holds it in front of himself.

"Some sports equipment, mainly a few baseballs and mitts, a soccer ball." He pauses, looking a little nervous. "Some frisbees too. One thing I learned raising Diane is many Bio-morphs like playing with them. Mainly one of them throwing and the other chasing and catching. She liked it when she was little, so I thought..." Smiling up at him I purposefully wag my tail a few times.

'All of that sounds like fun Dad. If you want to see if I would enjoy that last bit, I'm willing to give it a try. I've already chased Christine around the house like Bio-Morph siblings do according to mom.' Anthony smiles.

"Well, how about we go to the backyard then?" Gently taking his hand I guide him through the house and kitchen, to the back door.

It's an average size for the neighborhood and considering the house had been here before said neighborhood had been built, it's the one of the few with a perfectly square shaped backyards.

There's a large conifer tree smack dab in the middle, but otherwise it's just plain grass. Before stepping out onto the porch I switch out my slippers for tennis shoes. Dad has a curious expression while he watches me do this but doesn't say anything.

Mom most likely already told him, and they're still looking for a shrink that will see a bio-morph. Apparently, few are willing to do so.

Anthony places the duffle bag onto the porch near the top step and opens it as I walk down the five stairs it has to the grass.

"How about some catch first Jackie? Something I should've done with you before, but you were too young back then..." Turning around I watch as he takes out a couple of baseball mitts and a somewhat worn baseball.

'Alright. Don't know how good I am though.' Anthony tosses me one of the mitts, easily catching it I look it over and then my own hand. It's a left-handed mitt and I'm right-handed.

"It should fit. Bio-Morph hands are not too different from human ones." Slipping it on it's bigger than it looks, so I have to pull the strap all the way to the last hole to get it to stay snug on me.

Looking over to Anthony, he has already put his on, and is heading for a more open part of the yard while idly tossing the baseball into his gloved hand. Following him, my tail idly sways back and forth as my ears stay forward and alert.

"Here, I'll start off easy for you." Taking the baseball in his own right hand, he gently tosses it to me. I know that I'm supposed to catch it in my left hand with the mitt.

I can mentally see how I can do it, but, I miss. The ball hits the edge of my mitt and bounces into the nearby grass with a thud.

'Easier said than done.' I huff and walk over to pick it up. The ball seems bigger in my hands than it did for him. Then again I only come up to his chest anyway... I hate being so short.

"Well, maybe you can throw better than you can catch?" His voice full of optimism with a smile on his face. It's hard to feel bad about missing seeing that.

I do remember how to throw though.

Gripping the ball in my right hand I walk back to where I was standing and smile. I throw the ball back at him, gently. The way I remember throwing things in the past, but something feels off with the process, and my aim goes wide.

Anthony doesn't say anything, he just retrieves the ball where it landed near the tree before walking up to me to hand it back.

"You haven't thrown anything since you were, well, you know." Yea even if it is the backyard, it's still out in the open and most of our neighbors are like me.

With good hearing, so yea we have to be careful with what we say.

Still, my ears wilt as I nod once.

'Yea.' Anthony gently takes my right arm in one hand and places the other on my left shoulder. His grip is both soft and secure.

"Um, women like you have to throw a little differently. Your, well, they can either get in the way or cause you to move your arm so it doesn't hit them. Plus your shoulders are narrower making it so you can't wind up enough momentum that way." Gently he uses his hands to guide me through the motions on how to throw properly a few times before letting go.

Making his way back to where he was standing before, he holds his mitt out to catch the baseball.

'They're called breasts dad.' I Jokingly say, as I know he was nervous about it. I don't want him to be nervous about what I am now. 'But, thank you, I didn't know about this.' Anthony chuckles and nods once.

"I know. I'm still kinda getting used to the fact you have them now, and reminding myself that you're not like Diane, who's self-conscious about them." Can't help it, one of my ears tilt at this for a second.

Then I put into practice what he showed me and my throw is nearly on target, Dad only has to lower his glove a little to catch the baseball.

'Diane doesn't like her bust size?' Anthony sighs and turns the ball around in his hand after taking it out of the glove.

"She's kinda always been. As you already know she's a half-breed of a wolf Bio-Morph and Xin's breed of pleasure model arctic fox. From the description Xin gave me of the wolf morph who forced himself on her in her heat, the wolf morph must've been a work breed. They have less sexual dimorphism than pleasure models or even pet model's. Diane's been self-conscious about that even before she started to not like how submissive Xin is." Anthony tosses the ball up and then catches it once, then throws another easy pitch at me.

I of course am able to catch it, but I also couldn't resist following the ball up and then down from the idle toss.

'Well, that, kinda explains a thing or two. Like how she's been calling me a freak because of... Well you know.' Anthony frowns, but not because my throw goes nearly as wide as my first attempt.

Because of how tall he is compared to me, he only has to reach up to catch it.

"Diane knows?" He seems shocked and I nod.

'You talked a bit too loud to Xin the night after you, me and mom talked. She heard it all and then dug up the menu for, that place, using a vpn she has.' He sighs and shakes his head once before tossing another easy one for me to catch.

"Here I thought I cut off her allowance as punishment. Anyway, feeling confident enough to try catching a faster throw?" Easily catching it I think for a second, then nod.

To do that though, he has to have the ball. Trying again to throw it the way he showed me I think I'm starting to get the hang of this. I actually get close enough to his mitt again that he doesn't have to move much to catch my throw.

'Diane pretty much admitted it was paid for by a credit card from one of her betas.' Just in case, I take a few steps back to give myself some more room to watch the ball.

"If Diane digs her hole any deeper, I don't think I'll be able to help her..." I may not like Diane, but Anthony loves her as much as he loves me. So it's no surprise that what I just said seems to have caused him some pain by the look on his face.

I let him compose himself for a short while before holding up my glove in front of me as a signal I'm ready for him to throw.

Dad does throw a faster pitch this time, while I'm able to catch it I only do so by the edge of the mitt.

'I think she's dug a deep enough hole already. She seems to think something is going to happen on Monday that will earn her a lot of money.' lightly tossing the ball to my right hand I aim and try to throw the ball faster than my last pitch.

Instead, it curves to the side rather than going straight. Anthony chuckles as he has to jog to the side to catch it.

"That's part of the reason Xin wanted to be alone with her to talk. Diane completely blew us off after coming home Friday, then she was gone by the time we woke up on Saturday morning, only to return after nightfall." Tossing the ball up and down again, Anthony glances over to the duffle bag.

"How about we switch things up for a bit?" Shrugging once, I take off the mitt and rub my hand.

'Okay!' Following him over to the porch steps I hand him the baseball mitt, and he places it, along with the ball and the other mitt into the bag.

"So what do you want to do next?" I'd rather keep talking with him, so I pick up the soccer ball causing him to nod. We head back over to the same open area and I drop it onto the ground before moving it about with my foot on top of it.

"How has your weekend been so far?" Starting off easy I gently kick it over to him using my good leg, but I do feel a little tinge of tightness on healing one as I put weight on it.

'Eventful. Friday night was alright, yesterday I was with Christine seeing someone who knew our 'birth parents'.' I hope he gets the subtle hint considering...

'It was long, stressful and Christine was a bit worse for wear, but the meeting went well, and we'll continue talking to him. He wants to see Mom sometime so you'll probably meet him too.' Anthony stops the ball with his right foot, then starts bouncing it between his right and left showing that he's played some casual soccer before.

Letting it fall onto the ground, he gently kicks it over to me. But I have a bit of trouble stopping it with my feet and reflexively use my hands.

"Give it some time, you'll get better at this. Anyway, that sounds good, I can't wait to meet him." When I try to do what he did, and fail miserably he just chuckles.

"Same goes for doing that. Though it may take more time than you realize because it's harder than it looks." Letting out a huff I position myself to kick it back to him.

'You know, Flint also said the same thing. Come Monday he won't have to worry about a place to stay or having enough money. On top of it, Diane wants Christine and I to attend that boring sounding assembly on Monday, along with some of her own pack.' Putting a bit more umph behind it, I kick the soccer ball back at Anthony, and he actually manages to miss it.

Can't tell if it was on purpose to make me feel better or not, but it still makes me smile.

"Patrick's younger brother? As for Diane, I'll hazard a guess that she threatened you with what she learned to achieve that, right?" Anthony jogs the few yards back to where he was with the ball skillfully being pushed forward by his feet as he does so.

'Yea, on both questions. She said Christine and I have to go to the assembly or else she'll make sure the entire school knows about me.' Anthony doesn't kick it nearly as hard as I did, giving me a bit of an easier time stopping it with my feet like I'm supposed to.

"I figured. Not that I can do anything about it, but now you've got me curious as to what's going to happen on Monday. Maybe I'll try to excuse myself from talking with one of Diane's many needed teacher meetings to see what it is." Putting my foot on top of the ball I roll it back and forth.

'You're going to be there tomorrow? I thought the school just wanted Diane to hurry up and graduate.' I try to purposefully get dad to miss the ball, unlike the last time.

It doesn't work, he's quick enough to stop it with his feet.

"That's the case, but it doesn't mean Xin and I can't be dragged to just about every one of her teachers to talk about her issues. Maria is going there willingly, though mainly to meet your teachers rather than talk about any issues. Minus your crazy English/French teacher." Anthony nods to the duffle bag after rolling the soccer ball around a bit.

'Okay, we can do something different now. Also, please don't get me started about Ms. Alice. If it wasn't for the fact I'd be dragged to the head secretary, who's just as bad, I'd skip her class every day.' Following him over to the duffle bag, he stuffs the soccer ball into it. He then takes out three average sized but different colored frisbee's.

Two look new, the third has a few chew marks on it. I tilt my head to the side in curiosity at the sight of the third one.

Anthony hmms, then just tosses the older looking one back into the bag.

"Probably be a good idea to use the new ones anyway." Shrugging once, I follow him over to one side of the yard rather than the center.

'So, um how did you and Diane do this?' Anthony smiles at me, then holds out the red frisbee to me. Curiously I take it in my hands and look it over. It's just your normal looking frisbee, complete with the logo embellished on the top in reflective gold lettering and a swish like line under it.

"Well, I'd let her sniff it." Hearing this I bring it up to my nose and take a whiff of it. It smells of new plastic, and faintly of Dad considering he held it. "I'd then ask for her to give it back to me." Dad holds out his hand, I gently return it.

"Then I'd wave it about in front of her, kinda like this." He wiggles it and moves it side to side rhythmically.

That urge I felt on Saturday while watching the soccer game is back, and it's strong. My head automatically tracks Dad moving the frisbee before I know it and my tail is wagging a bit.

"And when I see that exact look on Diane's face, I throw it like this." Dad saying this in a lighthearted tone does nothing to stop me running after it the moment he gently throws the frisbee into the air.

First I'm on two legs, then I transition to four despite that the bra I have on isn't a sports one. When the frisbee falls closes enough to the ground to get it, I grab it, not with my hands, but with my teeth. The second my mouth closes I skid to a stop and almost go cross-eyed as I look down at it while slowly standing back up.

I didn't think about it, I just acted and if I am to be honest, it felt, fun. Wiping some grass and dirt off my hands I take it out of my mouth and look over to dad, at the other end of the yard.

He just waves at me with a large grin on his face.

Slowly I walk back over to him, feeling the newly created teeth marks in the frisbee with my fingers. A moment later I'm standing next to him again with my tail wagging as I hand it back to him.

"Did you enjoy that?" Anthony smiles down at me and I return it with a nod.

'It was, different. I just had this urge to chase it and catch it in my mouth. And I did exactly that before I could think.' Dad nods once.

"Canine chase and hunting instinct I think. Wanna go again?" Nodding yes eagerly. I honestly don't care that it's a bit weird, but as long as I'm spending time with Dad it's okay.

So we go through the process, I smell it, he moves it about in the manner that triggers that instinct, and off I go chasing after it on all fours from the start this time.

I make a mental note to put on a sports bra next time we play this. It would be rude to go do that now, so I'll just grin and bare the discomfort. When I return, with it still in my mouth even though I'm standing, the noises of the neighborhood around us is broken by a corporatized up-beat jingle without only the slightest hint of non-human audible compression artifacts.

At least it's not as bad as the recorded messages for the light rail.

Taking the frisbee out of my mouth I stand next to dad as he takes out his cell phone, looks at it. I watch as his posture deflates upon him answering it, I hear the voice of a distraught Xin on the other end.

Seems Diane just up and left not long after Xin sat down to talk with her. Diane hasn't responded to any calls, and neither have any of the pack member's Xin knows about.

Without thinking, I just walk up and latch onto him as he tries to console Xin over the phone. He's not succeeding in doing so.

"I'm..." Anthony sighs and kneels down, so I can hug him properly. I also lay my head on his shoulder and rub my muzzle under his chin. "Sorry, I'm going to have to call it a day Jackie. I need to go calm Xin down. Then take a look at a few of the places I know where Diane hangs out, to see if I can find her. I'll visit you next weekend, okay?" Letting go, I give him an understanding smile.

'I understand Dad. I know you love Xin and Diane as much as you do me.' I look away for a second and sigh. ' Please, don't be too hard on Diane. I don't know what her problem is. But, with everything I went through I've learned family is so important despite how they act.' Anthony smiles and nods before patting me on my head.

Walking with him back to the porch, I help pack the frisbees back into the duffle bag before he zips it up.

"I wish I knew what has been going on with her too. I'd love it if she'd just get along with you and your beta, then, we could be a happy family again. Well, as much as we can be." To be honest, as soon as he says that. It's something I find I would like a lot.

Despite what he did, dad's trying to make up for it, he genuinely loves me too. Xin seems nice, though I do not know her as well. I can guess she's been enjoying life outside of China's reach like Ms. Henderson has.

It's just, Diane is the big mystery. I've gathered her behavior has only been a recent-ish change, only a few years ago she would've been a nicer person to meet.

What ever changed her is both an enigma to me and her own parents.

Being a polite host, and Daughter, I escort him back through the house to the front door, where Patrick has already opened it and has a decent sized package in hand. Must be the phones Valerio bought.

"Leaving already Mr. Cobbler?" Anthony looks over at him.

"Please, just call me Anthony, or dad, considering how much my new daughter seems infatuated by you Patrick." Patrick blushes a little but my ears ignite.

Our relationship is more or less on hold, despite private displays of affection. But it's good that Dad approves.

"Um, So why are you leaving early Anthony?" Dad sighs.

"Family trouble with the other daughter. Got to go comfort my wife then go look for Diane. I'll be back next Sunday." Patrick silently moves out of the way. He does know about the issues I have been having with Diane and it shows on his face for a moment.

At the threshold of the front door I give Anthony another hug while looking up at him. I'm still surprised how much I missed doing this. Dad lets me hold onto him for a few seconds while patting my head gently, then urges me to let go of him.

I do so reluctantly.

"Keep your ears and tail up Jackie, I'll be back before you know it, and please, try to have a nice rest of the day?" Giving him a nod, Anthony smiles back at me, then walks down the front steps to his car as I slowly close the front door.

Before I can turn to face him, Patrick's already behind me and gently places his hand on my shoulder.

'Even when she's not here, Diane seems to ruin things for me...' My tone lacks malice, I just seem to be verbally expressing what was crossing my mind at that moment.

"Jackie, it's a good idea to not think like that. Diane running out is something she did to her mother, not you. Anyway, I take it these are the phones Valerio bought for you and Christine?' Letting out a dejected sigh I nod on both accounts then turn to face him.

Upon which he hands the box over to me with one hand and I need both to not drop it. It's heavier than I expected. There's the other aspect of being a female Bio-Morph pleasure model that I don't like, but I'm told will get better in time.

I'm much weaker than I used to be along with being so damn short.

Heading into the living room, which is oddly empty, normally Mr. and Ms. Tanner are here this time of day on a Sunday. I place the box onto the coffee table making a resounding thunk. Sitting down in front of it I use an advantage of this form, my claws to open it by slicing open the tape without the need of a knife.

The first thing I see are the ubiquitous packing peanuts. Reaching in I pull out two brand-new phones shrink-wrapped in their retail boxes, but they're smaller than the shipping box. Quite a decent amount smaller in fact.

Patrick starts laughing and I don't know why, only to look at my hands and forearms. The packing peanuts they used decided to challenge themselves to see how many can attached to as much of my fur as possible, coating my forearms in them.

His laughter gets worse as I spend the next few minutes trying, and failing to get them off. They stick to the other hand and arm after trying that, I can't rub them off onto the couch, mom would get angry at me.

I just have to ignore them, and Patrick's attempts to breath in between laughing as I reach in further to see what else is in the box.

Valerio didn't just buy us two phones. He bought us them and just about every accessory on the market for the specific model he got us. Some anniversary edition of an early century flip phone that was named after that one male grooming product for the face.

Larger batteries for the phones, clip on battery banks in case those run out, wireless earpieces for that can do music and calls, They're Bio-morph specific models too. There are chargers for US and Canada sockets, both new and old voltage ratings. Chargers that can be used in a car, chargers that connect to the new usb standard. Even fold-able liquid glass screen protectors, one of the first products of that recent scientific discovery.

Memory chips that bump the phone's storage to half a petabyte in space, I have no fucking clue how I'll even USE that amount. To top it all off he even bought two full year pre-paid mobile plans for the fastest cell carrier on the market right now.

Needless to say, seeing it all stacked on the coffee table it seems a bit much, and far more than what I think Christine had expected him to pay for. Without some research, I can't tell how much this all cost because it's a gift purchase according to the shipping box and lacks a receipt.

Not that I would try to dig around for it after spending several minutes scraping the packing peanuts back into the box and off my arms.

Sighing as there's nothing I can do about it, I pick up one of the phone boxes and slice it open with a claw tip. Taking out the phone itself I look it over, it's about the same size as your typical bar phone I've seen others carry.

With one exception, it flips open making a super long but narrow screen. On the box it says it's a certified field of view screen, and if you do hold it up somewhat close to your face your entire field of vision's filled. At least horizontally.

Patrick takes out the other phone as I go about inserting the memory and mobile network chips before setting the phone up as mine. Then comes the task of putting on the screen protector.

When Patrick finishes, he hands the other phone to me as I pocket mine.

'I'll go give this to Christine I guess. I know she'll freak at the fact this all looks so expensive, and she didn't want her dad just throwing money at her again. Without a receipt we can't even return them if we wanted.' Patrick shrugs and goes about cleaning up the empty packages.

We leave the chargers and the extra batteries in their boxes for later, in case we need them. I pick up the two with the ear-pieces in them.

"The both of you still needed a phone, so you know what they say about gift horses." Yea, not to question them.

Standing I walk over to him giving him a hug, then I head upstairs to my room. Finding Christine at my computer still typing away. I take up my normal spot on my bed sticking a pillow under my belly, and watch her type on the computer.

She's still working on the email to send to her dad, it's long and as detailed. Containing just about everything I've told her about what happened to me. So I just wait till she decides to take a break, only to see that she finishes not long after I lay down.

'The phones your dad bought came in Christine.' I hand her hers, and she takes it before looking it over, a small frown forms on her muzzle. She opens hers up and then closes it before setting it down on the computer desk.

'I told him just to get us normal phones not something fancy like this.' Shrugging I also hand her one of the ear-piece boxes.

'Sadly it was gift shipped, no receipt was with it. The phones came with memory chips, all the accessories on the market and a year pre-paid for service. Just, I guess let it go? I mean Valerio's trying to help, and we 'did' agree that he could buy phones for us.' Christine deflates and nods.

'Yea... I'm almost done writing up that email for him Jackie, if you don't mind I think you should look it over first before I send it. Just in case there is something you don't want him to know.' Christine stands and lets me take a seat in front of the computer.

I go about skimming through what she wrote as she sits down on my bed, then with a nod of approval to her I press send.

'I noticed looking out the window that your Anthony left a bit early Jackie.' Letting out a sigh while stretching out a bit I bring up something to watch from a video sharing service.

'Dad had to go to comfort Xin after Diane took off is all I know Christine.' Christine loudly huffs as she flops onto her back on my bed with her arms and legs spread out lazily.

'Even when Diane's not here, she still finds a way to ruin things for you Jackie...' My thoughts exactly! Patrick is right though, I shouldn't think like that.

I have to remember Diane isn't some evil force, just, someone misguided.

'I feel for my dad actually, he loves Diane and me and I think it's hurting him to see her act like this and not know how to help.' Christine is playing with the settings on the phone including ring tones and such as I talk.

I'm just glad these things use uncompressed audio ringtones. I'd hate for my phone to make that horrible screeching noise like the recordings at the light rail station every time it demands attention.

'There's a bit of cosmic irony there don't you think Jackie?' Christine's comment causes me to swivel the chair around to look at her. She's shifted her position again and is laying on her side pecking at the phone with a claw tip.

Actually that's good to know the screen responds to them.

'In that his adopted daughter ran away like he did with me and mom?' Christine looks up at me and nods as I look at her with slightly tilted back ears. 'I'm a bit, too worried about him and his mental state to take any comfort in his schadenfreude Christine. Besides, that seems, rather cruel to do so.' Christine stops what she's doing, looks up at me and sighs.

'It is... I guess I'm just, still shaken up about meeting my own dad yesterday, sorry Jackie.' Smiling reach over and pat her in forgiveness before turning my attention back to the computer, at least for the time being.

I can understand where Christine's coming from, her emotions are still raw after the lunch with her father yesterday. Couple that with how her own dad treated her while growing up and you get a recipe for bitterness.

Also, since it's now a new week, and almost dinner time, Mom calls Christine down to help her. To my surprise, she also calls me down as well. When we arrive I find out it's just because Mom wants to talk about today with me.

Asking if I enjoyed what I was doing in the backyard with Dad. Why he left early and how I felt about it. I didn't lie that I am worried about him over this.

Not as much over Diane though, I'm more worried about how her behavior is going to affect dad if this continues. Mom does agree that she's worried about how this is going to affect Anthony as well, from her words I learn this has all been just as emotionally draining for him as it has us. Yet she tells me to have a better view of my 'step-sister' as I'll be seeing a lot of her the more I visit my father.

Flint's not present at the dinner table again, but the discussion focuses on things like mom's and the Tanner's jobs as well as getting materials for a 'project' in the basement.

When Christine and I ask in turn what it is, we're both politely told that it would be for our best interest to not know and in the future avoid anything to do with the basement, just in case, just like last time.

Reluctantly I accept this, I don't like it considering what I went through to escape, but I accept it. Mom, just doesn't want to lose me or Christine again.

Cleaning our plates we excuse ourselves like normal before doing our regular evening routine, trying to ignore the now loud music and other noises emanating from Flints room. I break the horrible music tainted silence while gently brushing Christine's tail.

'So tomorrow is the day 'whatever' happens that has got both Flint and Diane riled up. Can't say I'm looking forward to it, but I am hoping it's something minor.' Christine just leans against my shoulder with her face showing how much she enjoys having her tail brushed.

'I, forgot about that with the whole dad thing, thanks 'Jackie', now I'm probably not going to sleep tonight wondering what it is.' Moving my tail over I let her start to brush mine.

'Then we'll both be laying in bed unable to sleep because I'm worried about what this thing will be to Christine.' Now it's my turn to melt onto her shoulder. Yea my lovely, lovely tail, Possibly the best and sometimes the worst thing about this Bio-Morph thing.

'Tomorrow is going to suck then... Maybe if this assembly is as boring as I think it's going to be, we can catch up on some sleep?' Letting out a yipping giggle I nod in agreement.

With our tails fully brushed I strip off the t-shirt and shorts then go about shutting off the lights around my room. The days have been warming up and Mother does keep the air-conditioning set to a warmer temp than I would like with my fur coat.

The moment I'm on my bed Christine curls up into a ball and I curl around her like we normally do every night. Just as I expected, sleep is hard to come by as I wonder about tomorrow. I do pass out eventually, I just don't know when.