She had chosen her favourite, leopard print, as a theme for this special, long-awaited night when Brent would make her a woman. Het thong, bra and slu...ty mini-skirt all matched. Jill adjusted her shelf bra beneath the sheer block blouse as the knob of the door turned. She had just returned from the clinic in Thailand and was anxious for Brent to see her new boobs and other gurly alterations. She had kept her little clitty and balls though. Jill was too attached to them Her toned legs. They were old enough and Barbara was dating. I’m sure some boy would have been happy to go in my place. I was feeling a little, I don’t know, clingy, and I wanted to spend time with them, so I went.It was a father-daughter band and they played fiddles. My sisters kept talking about how hot the father was and all I could think about was a middle-aged guy and teenage girls. Visions of Ara and my father swam before my eyes and I barely made it to the bathroom before puking.The pile of stuff I had. “Well, I know he came here,” She said to herself. “And there’s no tracks leading out. So that means he’s around here somewhere. Ah! Here’s where his feet crushed the grass.”Her bells at the ready, she crept after her brother’s footprints, following around the edge of the garden, leading off to the right. Doing her best to make use of cover and keeping to shadows, she searched for sign of her brother while keeping alert for the demon. The noise of the fountains was not loud, and she could hear. She never did. David wasn't a bad husband, not at all. He was hard-working, intelligent, caring and a great provider but she sometimes felt she needed more. She had a career once, albeit just in the typing pool of an accountant's, but still, she felt part of something then, a cog in a giant wheel. Now it was more like a tiny hamster wheel, turning and turning, day after day, the same view out the side of the cage. She hastily brushed her hair out and stood up from the dressing table. Her bath.