.. inadequate. She remembered the wave of warm welcome she had felt when the girls came to fetch her.She so wanted to belong. It made her ache.Willow ...ighed. There were so many good reasons to find her new self as soon as possible. To be one with her new sisters. To giggle with them. Be desired again. Soon, real soon. Mmmmm... Willow wouldn't fight. Willow would go along with everything.She had done her fighting. She felt tired. She did not want to feel tired anymore. She'd rather go with this. There was no resistance. Her first instinct was to check out the bed. If his earlier clothes were thrown on it this was not a good idea. A clear bed – his clothes had been put away. Sub-consciously she breathed a sigh of relief. It gave an almost imperceptible change to her carriage which wasn’t lost on Greg. He took her in his arms, and with an “I’ve been wanting to do this all evening” he kissed her lips tenderly, yet purposefully. Freya felt her left foot leaving the floor as. The pain still hurt from her college memories, of the teasing she suffered when girls in the shower had walked in on her when she thought she'd been alone. Tears streamed down her face when she recalled the names they'd all called her that day. "Freak" was the one that hurt her the most back then. She wanted to be a 'normal' young woman, but it wasn't possible.She'd worked so hard in her younger life to not expose herself to friends. She never was able to have any sleepovers with her. All my hopes, all my dreams were crushed and I knew I would never escape from this shit hole of a city. When Dad fell in through the front door that night, I went absolutely ballistic at him. I mean I went for the fucking jugular! Although I may as well have not bothered, he was so pissed up he could barely understand a word I said. I rarely spoke to him after that, he stopped speaking to me all together. The best response I could ever hope for was an unintelligible grunt in response to any.