I felt a moment of dismay, a remnant of high school dates that didn't pan out and misread signals from college girls who had let on too late that noth...ng was going to happen. I listened for sounds in the house, half expecting to hear her attacking the kitchen cabinets and pantry, but it was silent. Damn, I hope she was kidding about the grocery shopping , I grumbled silently. I briefly considered getting dressed, allowing for the possibility that she'd gotten distracted and had just been. Jones."Well I must say you are much prettier than Brian lead me to believe, soit must be true what you are embarking on is destined to happen. Turnaround and let me get a proper look at you my dear," Mrs. Jones saidwith a growing smile.I spun around for her and faced her again. I was feeling ultra femininebecause of the way I was dressed and the response from my fellowparishioners at the church. I was on cloud nine and no matter how thisproceeded I knew I was meant to be a girl. Dad joined. I quickly fetch the camera again from upstairs. Back in the dining room, there's an old long wooden back armless chair with a white cushion. I bring it to the living room facing the body-length mirror that's next to the TV, across from the couch. I'm not quite sure what he's up to at this point, but I know better not to ask. He orders Chloe to take off her skirt and underwear, and kneel on the chair facing the mirror. Chloe obediently follows the order as well. Father orders me to turn on the. After a few minutes, Dad arranged one of the packs under his head and lay on his back. Mom and I continued to take in the view, finishing our lunch in silence.Mom finished her sandwich and tipped her water bottle up to take a long drink. I took the opportunity to watch the way her shirt stretched over her small breasts. I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. Mom tipped the bottle up too high and water spilled outside her mouth, running down her neck. She jerked the bottle down and pulled.