I walked her to a large chair. Dad's chair. I swallowed a sob. I had to be strong. Grace needed me. I sat in the chair, pulling Grace onto my lap. She...buried her face in my chest and cried. Mom and Dad. Dead. Killed. Tears streamed down my face. I pulled Grace closer and surrendered to my grief. We cried together."What happened?" I said to Detective Lynds. Grace was making a pot of coffee for the police officers and a cup of green tea for me, chores I'd given her after we gained a little. ”Sighing Glenna and Twitty both were shaking their heads no. “No not really,” Glenna said as she looked at Twitty. “It appears that with both of our fathers this was well known. As a matter of fact father often spoke of the ‘bastards’ of the family when referring to Mandria.”Ambrose held out a paw to quiet Typree Maxor as he started to growl then hiss. Ambrose actually turned to him when Typree took a threatening step towards both females. “I have killed for lesser insults to the family and the. "I didn't mean that. I don't want to bea girl." I don't know about that..." she said. "I think it would be best if youwere a girl full time. In fact, we don't even need to do the sex again.You are now a girl forever." She snapped her fingers, and suddenly Icould feel my clothes rearranging. My bra and panties fit themselvesback tight on my body, and a shirt was suddenly starting to form.Suddenly I was wearing a very tight short sleeve shirt, my ample, perkybreasts were pushing out of it very. Appreciating that this was new territory for both of us, I determined to take it slow at first. But I remained committed to the promise I made: to use her as I pleased.I walked over and stood in front of her, taking time to admire her pouty lips, her perky tits, and her juicy thighs. I reached a hand down to caress one of her tits, kneading her flesh and pinching her firm nipple. With my other, I grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head and, slowly but firmly, pulled back until her.