His face still scared me into not moving, but I could see a real person under the sickly, pale skin.“No, I don’t want her, she is a shit fuck and ...ust a groupie. Man, I can find them anywhere,” he countered to the phone before looking around the graveyard. I could almost read his face saying, ‘well maybe not here,’ with a slight tilt of his lips. He took the last drop of Jack Daniels and threw the bottle at a headstone in the row in front of me. The glass debris rained down and landed a few. " She giggled.I went to put on the new bra as my mom picked up "my" boobs."Charlie. I got the Phillies shirt you bought at the mall to wear," mymom said tossing the shirt on the bed.It was the pink top, with a v-neckline that read "I Kiss Philles." Ofcourse that was the top she would pick for me to wear."Um, the v-neck on this is pretty low. It is going to show a tiny bitof cleavage," mom said."ok." I said in a whatever kinda way."You don't have cleavage Charlie," Mom said pointing at my. They all had tiny feet. With my transformation complete, I checked myself in the mirror adjusted my wig and walked out to show Gigi."Oh my God! s/he squealed walking up to me. "You're adorable!" But then with a wink s/he got in my face."For a chemo patient! That old wig looks like something people would get to hide the fact that all their hair had all fallen out!And as for these clothes, they look like some frumpy shit you stole from your mom's! Admit it! I know your type"Gigi was making hir. ”Melody asked, “What isn’t right?”I replied, “Me fucking you isn’t right, you’re my daughter.”She giggled and said, “It sure feels right. Besides Mommy said I was your new fuck buddy so that she didn’t have to let you fuck her anymore.”I asked, “Are you okay with that?”She just smiled and thrusted her hips up to me and giggled.After breakfast I walked next door to talk to Agnes. I said, “Melody tells me that your little turds are fucking you and Katie! What do you have to say for yourself?”She.