She had been out earlier “to get more normal day clothes” she said. Phew at last I thought. But my optimism was short lived. Most of the bags we...e pink so I sensed this wasn’t just a bad dream. “Put your wig on quickly before David sees you!” my mum scalded me. “What…” whatever I thought. My mum pulled out a multi pack of three bras, white, pink and lemon, again padded but with minimal lace on them, a relief of sorts I thought. But still “my own” bras!They had a multi pack of matching. The next morning as I was getting dressed mom came into my roomwithout knocking, catching me stuffing my bun pads into my panties.When I was done she took me to her bedroom, sat me at the vanity, andbegan to brush out my hair. I had let it grow, as much a sign ofsocial defiance as a way to not have to wear a wig. As mom brushed outmy hair she also began to braid my hair! When she was done I had aFrench braid and bangs, and while my hair was tight, I still lookedlike a girl, something I didn't. I launch myself at my dad trying to push him off Mom. He turns to me, unbudged, and slugs me, breaking my nose. Then he ... and my brother ... cum on me ... and my mother and leave us forever." Oh fuck." But it's like a moment. Two moments. Otherwise ... Otherwise ... We're happy." Melissa broke down and sobbed. Sarah held her, sobbing too."What did you do to my daughter?" Mrs. Kelly roared. Sarah looked up at the most angelic woman she ever saw: golden hair, big green eyes, delicate features,. . I will grant you one wish.”“Just for the night?” the girl asked quietly.“Just for tonight,” Stan assured her as he led her out to his car.Once they got to his bedroom, she was surprised to find that Stan truly was red all over. She was even more surprised when he insisted on using a condom. “We have enough horny little devils running around,” he said with a laugh. “And besides, I’ve been told that my cum can burn a little.”In reality, he was worried that the red might be washed off by her.