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4.Jackie-The-Junior The-First-Week

Considering I had to help mom put the pot onto the stove, it stands to reason I at least help her take it off. With me using both hands on one side and her using both on the other, we maneuver it to the counter on top of some heat-resistant pads.

Mom tosses me some oven mitts and I slip them on carefully before opening the oven and taking out the tray with our homemade rolls. They're misshapen with some parts darker than others, they look nothing like the uniform ones you can buy at the stores.

"I know they look weird, honey, but I'll bet you they'll taste better than the store bought ones." Shrugging once, I place them on another set of heat-resistant pads mom has set out.

'As long as I don't get sick from eating them I'll be fine.' Slipping the mitts off I hand them back to mom.

"Go get your sister and the other's while I set the table, okay?" Nodding once I head out of the kitchen and take a peek in the living room, for some reason they have the news on.

"Back to our headline story, senator, and one of the fifteen democrat presidential hopeful's this election season, Hank Dorson, along with his wife were involved in a multi car pile-up after a prototype AI driven semi jackknifed on the freeway. Two of his security detail died on impact with the trailer, Ms. Dorson also died upon impact after the car they were in lost control and hit the car in front of them, driven by his security detail. Due to the speed they were going, the passenger side was completely crushed, killing her instantly. Mr. Dorson is in critical condition after being pried out of the wreckage. While a public statement has not yet been released by his campaign manager, photos and video from nearby surveillance cameras show that he has lost his right arm in the crash. We'll keep you updated as new information is released, now on to our political expert for how this affects his and other democrat's campaigns to retake the white-house." Everyone seems too interested in the news, so I wait till they cut to the pure speculation part to make myself known.

'Mom says dinner is ready.' Smiling at Patrick, he returns it, stands up, followed by his parents, and heads to the dining room.

"There better not be fur in my food." Flint comments as he follows, not taking the bait and head upstairs to get Christine. Pausing as soon as I reach my bedroom door.

A similar sounding newsman, reading from a similar worded script is being listened to on my computer at a low volume by Christine. Opening the door she panics and closes the browser window.

She swivels the chair around to face me, and tries to smile, but I can see the matted fur on her face. She's been crying, why? Connecting the dots I sigh, the only reason she would be crying is if she knew Mr. Dorson and his wife, which would mean.

'Ashley.' I use her birth name considering how serious this situation is. 'You never told me your last name, you're Ashley Dorson, Hank Dorson's daughter, aren't you?' Christine doesn't speak, she just nods.

Closing the distance between us I pull her up out of the chair and hug her. Sure, I hate my own father for what he did, but he's still my father! What's left of the little boy in me, that thought the world of him, would never wish to see him like this. Injured and fighting for his life.

Not to mention that the same part would be devastated beyond understanding at learning in such an impersonal way of the death of my mother. Sure, I'm a hell of a lot closer to mine that Christine could ever hope to have been to hers growing up, I reason it's the cause of her just soaking up the attention mom gives her.

I doubt though at even at the angriest she was at her own mother, the last thing she ever wanted was for her to die. Not being able to do much else, I just hold her for a moment and let her cry.

I love her and care for her in a way I never understood one could till I was changed into this, she's my beta, my sister now. It hurts me to see her in pain and not be able to make it all go away. Even though I came up here to tell her that dinner is ready, I can tell that she must already know, the scent of fresh food is strong up here. Not to mention, I don't think she's in any mood or condition to go downstairs for it.

'Stay here, I'll go downstairs and get some food for us.' Leaving her sitting on my bead, I head downstairs. Without even realizing it my ears and tail are sagging, and upon reaching the dinning room of course mom notices this.

"Something the matter honey?" Sighing in response to mom's question, I gather some food onto a couple of plates.

'Christine, isn't in the mood for eating with everyone.' Eyeing Flint, who gives me a stink eye in return.

"Does it have to do with Flint's recent behavior?" Shaking my head, as much as I would love to see him get into more trouble, I'm not the kind of person who falsely accuses someone.

Being on the receiving end of such things tends to do that.

'Did hear the news on the T.V. a bit ago?' She nods, so does Patrick and the Tanners. Sighing once, I look at all of them.

'Christine's birth name, not the new one for her new identity, is Ashley Dorson. She's the daughter of the senator and presidential hopeful that was in that car wreck. That was her mother that died, they didn't part ways on good terms.' A look of shock dawns on mom's and Patrick's faces.

"Wait, the news media says she's in Europe pursuing a post secondary education?" Patrick pipes up and mom nods.

'I think that was their cover story to keep the media away. What do you think the news channels, let alone the tabloids, would do if they knew their daughter was missing?' Patrick makes an 'oh' face and nods.

A moment later mom is practically shoving some more food onto the two plates I have and shooing me upstairs with them.

"Go up there and keep her company. She'll need it, don't worry about anything else tonight." Nodding once, I take both plates loaded with food, well plates and bowls, but who's nitpicking here, up to my room.

She's on my bed, curled up, facing the door, face wet with more tears. The sight makes my heart ache. Placing the food down on the nearest solid surface with enough room, I scoop her up into a hug. Then start to pet and nuzzle her head comfortingly, maternally.

It doesn't bother me as soon as I realize this. It does explain a few things about the interactions between me and Alpha back in Marui's. But, none of that is important right now, what is important is to get Christine to feel better.

'Is it wrong for me to have loved them no matter what they did?' I barely hear Christine's tiny, squeaking voice, but the words still carry much weight. I think for a moment to and sigh, I'm not the best one to answer that question to be honest, but I'll try.

'As much as I hate my dad for leaving mom and me, the part of me that is his little boy. That part still thinks the world of him, always had, and will always love him. Even now, I would never wish such a thing on him.' Christine smiles at me as something clicks in my mind. I hate dad, but I still love him.

I hate what he did. How he left, why he left, but at the same time, hearing how hurt he was at hearing what mom had to say.. Some of my anger at dad evaporates. My love of him runs deeper than the pain he caused and the hate I feel.

'Why then does it feel wrong to hate and love him with all my heart at the same time?' If I didn't know better, then I would've guessed she was psychic.

Both our stomachs growl, so I gently sit her down on my bed next to me, hand her one of the plates while I take the other.

'Honestly Christine' She glares at me. 'Ashley then, I don't have an answer for that, otherwise mom wouldn't threaten to kick me out Saturday night so my anger at dad doesn't compromise our cover story.' Christine picks at the stew and rolls.

'Did you make these rolls, sis?' She wants to change the subject, not going to blame her. Whatever makes her feel better right now I'm all for it.

'Yea. Mom refuses to buy the store made stuff, says there is a risk Bio-Morphs may be allergic to some strains of wheat. Frankly, I don't blame her.' Simply taking a bite of my dinner makes Christine eat more than a nibble or two.

'It's bland.' I roll my eyes at her.

'It's bread, Bread is supposed to be bland. At least all the bread I've ever had.' I'm sure there's some exotic breads that may have a better taste, this isn't one of them.

'It was never for me. It always had a sweet taste growing up.' Tilting an ear, I remember hearing that some breads are sweetened by honey or corn syrup. Something they didn't serve at the Jobless center, after all tax payers didn't want to pay for luxuries.

Swallowing the last piece of my diner, I place the plate on an empty spot on my dresser, stretch, and grab some clean underwear.

'All the bread at the center I grew up at wasn't. Then again they did let us eat anything good.' Pausing for a moment. 'I'm going to take a shower. Are you going to be okay if I step out for a bit?' Christine ear's droop, but nods once.

'I'll take my shower after you do yours.' Nodding, I take my underwear, stopping along the way to the shower to grab a towel. I'm still not used to having to shampoo my entire body, even though it's been part of the cleaning routine since Mauri's.

What's worse is cleaning my new plumbing, a bit of feminine hygiene mom taught me after my tryst with Patrick. Better than experiencing what she explained will happen if I don't do it.

I pass Christine on the way back, and when I enter my room, I find our dishes gone. A faint whiff of mom's scent tells me she was the one who collected them. The main reason was most likely to check up on Christine, I'm glad she was willing to adopt her.

My tail anxiously twitches as I wait for Christine to finish and return. There's one thing that I've grown to enjoy about bathing since I was converted. Picking up a pair fur brushes on my nightstand, Christine and I do a post shower brushing while nuzzling each other. Even though it's only between the two of us, it serves the same pack bonding function that the communal drying did back at Marui's.

I brush through Christine's fur from head to tail, while she takes extra care to do the same with mine. I'm sure Patrick would get a thrill watching us do this, since we're both either naked or in our underwear. Maybe I can have him watch once or twice?

In actuality there's no feeling of arousal or sexual stimulation at all between the two of us as we groom each other.

To be honest, what embarrasses me now about it, is how I acted about doing it at first rather than the act itself. Needless to say, I've become addicted to the natural endorphin high it brings as a bonding reward, so whatever I have planned for the future, I'm going to make sure Christine's a part of it.

'Dad, my father.. Ran into mom at the grocery store today.' Don't know why I blurt that out as Christine works on smoothing out my tail, while I work on hers, both of us having done just about everything else.

'I take it that's why the claws on your hands look horrible.' Christine reaches behind herself and gently grabs my hand that's holding the brush. I just nod in response.

'Something just, broke in me and I got angrier than I have ever been in my life. Mom and my father talked, the bastard wants to make it up to her for leaving. Especially after mom had to tell him that 'Jack' committed suicide. Long story short, he, the Bio-morph he remarried to, and the daughter of that bio-morph will come over Saturday for dinner.' Christine sighs as she looks over my claws.

'You'll to have to learn how to take care of these like a proper young lady. Stay here.' Christine stands, then heads to her room, returning with a clear box full of nail care products. By the overwhelming scent from it, even though it's closed, that include polish as well.

Sitting next to me she opens the container, I wrinkle my snout at the scent that assaults my nose.

'I know, I hate it to, now give me your hands Alpha Jackie. Leaving your claws like that will risk them breaking, from the online videos that's not only bad, but painful. They have nerves in them now after all.' I let her have my hands, watching as she takes out a file, then with a ease that surprises me she works on each one. When she can't file down edges, she uses what I recognize as canine nail clippers.

I will forever hate the loud sound they make even if they're needed, Christine seems to notice this, not that it's not hard to considering how much I jumped at the noise the first time she used them.

'What about you, do you want to be there when he comes over?' Trying to give me something else to focus on, rather than what she's doing with my claws? I'll bite, frankly I need it. Heh, kinda funny how the roles have reversed in our conversation tonight.

'Mom gave me a choice, get my anger at him in check by Saturday, or I'll be kicked out of the house for that night and grounded for the semester without my computer.. She's enjoying being a parent again way too much in my opinion.' Sighing at this, oh sure I enjoy being closer to mom. But she had to remind me of the bad parts of being a minor. Few rights, and freedoms.

'Will you be able to deal with that anger in time? This may be the last time you'll ever get to see him.' Christine pauses working on my claws to look at me, a hint of sadness in her voice.

'Honestly? Right now not only having the bombshell of knowing he's living in this city, his adopted kid that feels like a 'replacement', he or she possibly even goes to the school we now attend. I wouldn't be able to control myself if he walked through the door today, but I did promise mom I'd try, so I'll try to behave myself Saturday.' Christine nods and starts work on my other hand while I look at the one she just finished.

The claws are shorter, the tips are duller and the shape is more, petite? Giving them an over all girly look, which I don't like, I'll tolerate till they grow back. I won't tolerate nail polish, that's a bridge too far for me.

'Do you still love him though?' The moment Christine asks this I freeze up, looking at her.

'Yes' Replying meekly as my ears splay. How can I not? He's my father and as mad as he makes me because of how he acted, I can't help loving him. Without him I wouldn't exist.

'Do you still love your father, Ashley?' Locking eyes with me, Christine nods, before declaring my other hand finished. Christine glomps me the moment after she puts away the nail-care tools, whimpering as she lays her head on my shoulder.

'I ran away, I never left them a note or anything for the boarding school, or mom, or dad to find. I never told anyone I was friendly with at the school what I was planning on doing. I was angry for no reason in hindsight, and that's all mom and dad knew. Now mom is dead knowing only that, and Dad is at risk of not surviving the night due to his injuries.' Shutting her up by tightly hugging her back, it is not a good idea to go down that path. Christine weeps openly as I pet the back of her head.

I can sympathize with her, yet I feel a little guilty at the fact my biological parents are alive. Her mom is dead, and her dad may soon follow. They don't know where their daughter is, and the last they've heard from her, she was angry at them. The part of Christine that is in pain because of this, is the part of everyone that is the little child, which unconditionally loves their parents, no matter what they do.

There's nothing I can do to help her, I wish there was, but there isn't. All I can do is let her cling to me and cry. Somehow I manage to place the container she brought in on my nightstand, then, with her still attached to me, shut off my computer, turn off the lights and lay down on my bed.

Seemingly instinctively she curls into as best of fur ball as she can manage, letting out a sob or a sniffle every once in a while. Mimicking how Alpha did it with me, I lay down and try as much as I can to curl around her like a protective mother or Alpha Female should. Feeling Christine fall asleep gives me an odd sort of comfort.

I have my own emotions to sort through, I know they're the same as they were before I was converted, but they feel different regardless, harder to push aside. Regretfully sleep isn't coming to claim me anytime soon due to this.

I can't help thinking about dad coming to visit on Saturday, my anger towards him. The fact he can't know I'm his son, that Jack didn't kill himself. How on the same day Christine learned her mother is dead, her father may soon follow.

Then there is how Christine now relates to me, how being my beta she's both like my daughter and my sister at the same time? The care I gave her is strangely maternal. Doesn't feel wrong though.

Glancing at my alarm clock, it shows it's eleven at night when I smell mom's scent coming from my door. Even though she's doing it as quietly as humanly possible, I still hear my bedroom door open.

Oh right, the 'toy' she's going to buy me_._ The moment I move though Christine whimpers at the prospect of loss of me, a problem I quickly solve by giving her one of my pillows to cling to, enough of my scent is on it to make her think I'm still here. Free from her clinging embrace, I can now follow mom downstairs where she has her laptop open on the kitchen table, with an adult toy's website open.

At least the embarrassment allows me to forget about the other thoughts that were keeping me up tonight. Talking with your mother, about dildos, is just as shocking as you'd expect, but I do end up finding one that's acceptable. Keeping her promise mom completely pays for it, even paying for the extra charges to have the box be a plain brown one, and not to have the origin address visible.

With that ordeal over, I crawl back upstairs to my bed yawning while my ears burn. Falling asleep as soon as I curl around Christine, using my body to replace the pillow with ease.

Thankfully dawn brings some good news, Christine's father survived the night, meaning he pretty much has a near one hundred percent chance at living. But the accident did cost him an arm. With the disfigurement in one of his legs, any chance at higher office is gone as physical weakness has been seen as mental weakness since the twenty-twenty presidential race.

No one directly says this in the morning news while I eat breakfast with Christine in these god-damn school uniforms, but it's implied between the lines.

The irony of it doesn't escape me, but for the sake of Christine, I hold any laughter inside. She's ecstatic that her father is still alive and I don't want to ruin that.

Mom drives us to school again, and our morning goes on without incident. During lunch, I do take a look around from our spot at the large crowd, wondering if my new step sibling is somewhere in it, eating and unaware I'm here. I don't even see Diane, so I count that as a win so far today.

Things change after Christine and I head our separate ways for the first two periods after lunch. As soon as I open my pink, ugh, gym locker, I'm greeted by the tattered remains of my gym uniform.

The top ripped and cut up to the point that I fear taking it off the hanger will cause it to fall apart, my shorts are in a similar shape. Only with the word 'slut' written in permanent black marker across what's left of the seat where my ass would be, Just under my tail no less. I don't even sigh as I turn it around and find the front covered with 'dick goes here' and an arrow pointing to the cut open crotch where my slit would be if I was wearing it.

Mentally sighing, I gather up what's left of my gym uniform, noting the smell of one of the most popular scent removers, Scent'b'gone, filling my locker, and head for Ms. Henderson's office.

Completely ignoring the rest of the class as they giggle and whisper behind my back about this on my way there, while they change into their own gym clothes.

Her attention is on me the moment I open the door, was she watching me through the window? Shrugging, not that it matters, she possibly can't do a thing about it. I walk over to her desk and place the mutilated uniform on it.

'Obvious you not do this to own uniform Jackie.' Tilting my head a bit for I moment I watch as she picks it up.

'Don't bother sniffing it for a scent. They doused the entire locker with one of the more popular scent removers.' I pause for a second while Ms. Henderson puts the uniform back down. 'Were you watching me?' She shakes her head.

'No, watch entire class, make sure no trouble happens. Though did not see them do that, have idea who did. Will report this, but not hopeful for anything being done.' I'm about to open my mouth to ask who, only for Ms. Henderson to reach over to the window and close the blinds, glancing over I see the faces of some of my classmates looking in as the blinds are lowered.

'So who do you think did it?' I adjust the position of my backpack.

'Obviously Diane's pack. Can't prove it, no cameras in locker room, unlike back home in China. So only word of mouth.' It could be her, well to be honest it is most likely her.

Still, previous experience in bullying tells me that to not jump to conclusions too early. My presence could've pissed off other bio-morphs, the stuff I heard yesterday about hoping I don't steal their boyfriends lends me to the possibility of a jealous individual.

'Why do you think it was her? I know she has it out for me, but there were other girls here that didn't like me from what I heard yesterday, simply for how I looked. Not to mention what I did that period didn't win any friends, other than you.' Ms Henderson does that chittering laugh again. I have to admit, it makes her sound like she's out of a cartoon.

'Because keep up on gossip.' She pauses, and swivels her monitor around, displayed on it is the school's social media site. I can't read it though, she's set it to Chinese. Ms. Henderson swivels it back around to face herself.

'You manage to piss off leader of biggest pack in school. Other packs and those not in pack know well enough not to go after her targets. Least they face her ire too. Plus half class in her pack, only one person, can't watch everything all time. Camera's needed, but they not want them thinking violation of privacy.' Well, they kind of are.

She does make sense though, sigh, I had to do something dumb and piss off one of the most socially powerful people in the school, before I even started attending.

'Can anything be done?' Ms Henderson stands and walks over to the filing cabinet she got this uniform out of yesterday, only to open it and find it empty.

'All can do is write email reporting this to main secretary and vice principal. Not hopeful of even response.' She sighs. 'No uniform your size, must've taken them too. So you exempt from even walking. Not want make normal uniform smell, sit in bleachers with me. Use period as study one if want, also recommend tomorrow bring own lock. Wouldn't trust one on it now.' Well I was kind of hoping it would allow me to skip the period entirely, guess not.

Walking back to her desk, Ms Henderson tosses what's left of mine into the trash and gather's her teacher version of our issued tablets.

'That's all you can do? She broke into school property, stole and damaged school property too.' Ms Henderson nods with her ears splayed, I think she knows full well the seriousness of this.

'Only your word against Diane's. Diane knows how to win that, admin only want her out of school at end of year. Wash hands of all else, give her blank check.' Following her out of her office I sigh. Great, the one person I piss off knows she can pretty much do what she wants short of actually breaking any laws.

Having in her hands all she needs to run the class, mainly her tablet, I follow Ms Henderson out of her office and then out of the locker room. As soon as we exit the school it becomes apparent that the wind has picked up since this morning, a steady breeze blows through the field here. Don't know how much is the large building wind-tunnel effect or not.

What it does mean is I have to keep my hands on my skirt least it billows up, god why can't they let us wear fucking pants all the time?

'Like yesterday, jog not walk to track, do two laps, last one to track run extra one. When done, go to hundred meter dash marker, practice in team of four. Be watching from bleachers, no slack off or run laps.' She doesn't even mention I'm exempt, not that it is glaringly obvious, considering I'm not in my gym clothes, and I'm standing next to her.

Walking to the bleachers once we make it to the track ourselves, I notice some kind of sun shade has been extended over them compared to yesterday. Huh, didn't know they made something like that.

'Good, they fixed it. When came here, thought Canada have cool weather, not hot weather.' I shrug and follow her up to about halfway to the top of the bleachers, well under the sunshade. Combine that with the breeze, it's rather comfortable.

Not to mention that as long as I'm sitting down, if the wind doesn't shift direction to blowing at us rather than from behind, I don't have to worry about it blowing my skirt over my head and flashing everyone. Did I mention how much I hate skirts and dresses?

'Don't like how school turn blind eye unless actual law broken. Back home, in China, students held to higher behavior standard. Cameras used to enforce it. Privacy secondary.' I look at her and shrug once.

'I'm used to it. My last school was that way too. A long as no one needed to go to the hospital, things were either ignored or the parties got slaps on the wrist.' Ms Henderson turns to look at me with a smile.

'Speak of last school, have question because find something odd. You average student at last school, same with sister. Solid B, some C and few A. But Mr. Mathew, and Mr. Davidson say you have great grasp of material that transcript says you shouldn't been taught yet.' Freezing on the spot I stare at her ears half-back and tail nervously swaying.

Okay, I can handle this. First thing is to keep my ears and tail from giving me away, forcing the former to go back up, and the latter to stay still is more of an effort than I expected. How am I going to explain this though?

I'm sure they made my grades look average as to not stand out, but I wish they told me because then sis and I could've had a plan to not stray too much from it, and pass the difference off as how the school was run. Wait, that might just work.

'The questions and tests are easier here compared to the other school. Don't know why, but I'm not complaining.' Giving her a smile, hopefully sells it enough to have her believe it. Ms Henderson still looks at me with the same expression, crap, did I not react fast enough?

She turns her head to look back out at the field and the rest of the class.

'Not only thing bugging me about you Jackie. You act older than sixteen year old girl should, especially Bio-morph girl.' Play it like nothing unusual, after all some kids do act older than they are.

'Mom thinks I do to, I think it has to do with taking care of my sister because of her P.I.D.' Please buy it, please. I can't afford someone finding out.

'Hmm. That, can explain how you came straight to me with cut up uniform. Normal natural act territorial. Even if uniform school property, they feel it belong to them. Damage it, damage their own property, get angry. Accuse classmates, you though, you ignored them. Went right to me with uniform.' Ms Henderson turns her head to look at me again, but with a slight smile of someone who's solved a puzzle, shit.

'Not only calm about incident, but talk about it rationally, didn't jump to conclusions even if conclusion ended being right. Teenager not that level-headed, wasn't when I that age.' Crap! I'm about to speak, to say something to explain it away like I'm used to bullying, but Ms. Henderson silences me by putting a finger to my lips. My tail lashing about again and my ears fold half-back beyond my control.

'Not done. You walk differently than them, sure body change during puberty, cause awkwardness in girl and boy. It subtle, but noticeable to one who know how. You walk like converted do, more noticeable, add to that walk more like guy than girl outside hip-sway caused by wide pelvis.' She removes her finger and while I could try to come up with a retort, I slump my shoulders, ears, and tail in defeat.

She found out and now Christine and I are in big trouble.

'Last, I notice eyes moment ago. Lack look of youth, lack hope and determination. See instead long distance stare, like someone experienced great trauma. Bigger and longer lasting than simple attack of nut job with gun. Last see this with uncle who came home from war.' I wouldn't call that night of terror a war, still would've died if those rednecks caught us. Sighing once, I just wait for her to finish talking.

'You not natural born. You converted, what real name? Why hide?' Staring at Ms. Henderson I stay silent, a bit longer than she would like. She ends up moving her hand in the 'I'm waiting' gesture.

I never expected our cover story to be bullet proof, but to be found out on the second day of school?

'I never expected you of all people to start to ask questions. Mr. Mathew or Mr. Davidson maybe, but not you. Not a gym teacher.' Ms Henderson grins showing some buck teeth.

'Just cause I like physical education not mean dumb. Was number one ranked student in secondary education system, top grades, could have any job wanted with right degree. Fell in love with gymnastics, Now why lie? What you hiding?' Reaching over and gently grabbing my shoulders in a firm grip she forces me to face her.

'Fine! Yes, I'm a convert, so is Christine. Please, please, PLEASE don't tell anyone. We're escaped slaves, we made it across the border without being seen my the drones the United States government uses to patrol it. Because of this Canada is looking the other way as long as we keep our noses clean and 'not tell anyone'. Jackie and Christine are fake identities, our transcripts are fake, birth certificates, all of our documents. Manufactured to make it look like we've always been Canadian citizens.' The moment Ms Henderson lets me go I bolt to a bleacher farther up, sitting down I hold my backpack to my chest and curl my tail around my waist as if both would protect me.

Visions of being dragged back across the border and sold to someone fills my mind, hell, I even remember what the distribution center I was dragged through looks like.

Right now, my new life, and Christine's rests in her hands. If she speaks out, tells the school, then our end of the deal is broken and Canada will have no choice but to deport us back to the states.

Looking back down to her, I'm surprised, her ears are drooped to the sides of her head, her large super fluffy tail is now a rug on the bleachers along with a look of hurt on her face.

'Jackie. Well, for lack of better name. I not Idiot, may do dumb thing now and again, but not idiot. Won't go telling others about this, as long you tell me who you and Christine are and real story on injury. Though have suspicion.' Pulling my ears back I stare at her as she alters her posture to a more friendly one.

Can I trust her? Do I have a choice? No, not really.

'How about this. You're a convert, you're from China. China uses Bio-morphs as slaves. Tell me what you went through and I'll tell you what I went through.' If she has a similar deal, holding each other's secrets should ensure we both stay quiet. Or at least that's the idea that sounds good in the short moment I have to think of one.

'Fine, first tell real name.' Blinking once, she took the deal? I expected her to say no.

'Jack Strader.' Cautiously I stand, still holding my backpack, but relaxing my tail since it makes it easier to walk. Slowly taking those few steps back down to the same bleacher that Ms Henderson is on I hesitantly sit back down.

'Mother same mother from before, or different Strader? And guy before conversion?' I nod once.

'Yes I was a guy before. Mom is my biological mother, The Jack Strader she gave birth to is officially listed as missing and suspected to have committed suicide. She didn't immigrate years ago, only about a year ago, after I was kidnapped, drugged, converted to what you see here, then sold into slavery.' Watching her intensely for how she'll react, I'm prepared to bolt again.

'Guess make story easier to keep, and haven to rest from.' Ms. Henderson's ears are back up and forward, her tail is lightly twitching. I just stare at her.

'Okay, I told you my name. Now tell me your story' I force my ears semi forward, but my tail is lightly lashing now. Ms Henderson glances out to the track and the rest of the class then back to me.

'As you know, from China. In secondary level education, what you call college. As said get top marks, but fall in love with gymnastics, join team. But since college, too old for Olympics, still have competitions. Still, disappoint school and party admin with choice, not cause of conversion though. That happen later.' Well yea, communist governments are like that.

'Was at competition in foreign country, well, that EU thing. They had handsome timber wolf Bio-Morph as janitor. At time did not think Bio-Morph could think like human. At end of first day of competition, walk by him as clean floor, since last one on way back to locker room he do thing that changed my view. He drop note as I pass by then walk away, when I pick up, I read, he wrote that I look cute.' Ms. Henderson looks up at the sunshade and sighs.

'Each day for week at competition, even if not compete that day, I wait to be last on way back to locker room. I drop note, he drop note. Then last day arrive. On way out to auditorium, last in line, he drop note. This one ask if want to have sex. I give smile and nod. Was in dry spell, not had luck with finding guy for casual fling. So kinda wanted dick.' It's hard not to blush at this, I know Ms. Henderson sees this, but she doesn't seem to comment on it.

'So at end of competition I wait to be last in hallway. Spot him, follow him to janitor closet he can open. Within minutes he in me, boy wolves big, bigger than human! Except didn't know was watched. Door get thrown open as I knot deep on member. Team handler and teammates grab me, pull off of him, then dragged to locker room. Chastised as changed into street clothes.' Well that's just great, now I wish I can I have a go with Patrick tonight, thanks for reminding me on how it feels to be dicked.

'Next morning think things mostly normal. Only when plane take off on way back to China do I find hand on my mouth with cloth, things go dark. Next memory is being pulled from cylinder in shape you see now but without fur. After fur grow, and assets grow back. Am sold back to former team as live in maid.' Okay I just stare at her, that's kinda of fucked up.

'Team know it me, but know can't publicly show it. In private for months get made fun of. New girl who replaced me look at me in terror. Go on for long while. Then I think years after I converted, team have competition in country that not support Bio-morph slavery. Team have many extra handlers to keep in line. No one allowed out of hotel outside of meets. Lucky rooms on third floor, midnight mid week, I open window, climb down building and beg nearest open business to hide me. Despite burst dye pack on tracking collar.' She pulled a Christine and succeeded, damn she's lucky.

'Didn't they look for you? Bully the local government to return you?' Ms. Henderson shakes her head.

'No. China lose meet, badly. Guess not want bad press. Worker at Store take me home. Help me till they leave, then point me to country's system for escaped slaves. Get paperwork, citizenship, valid degrees. Decide to move here to Canada, so make harder for them to find me if they look.' Blinking I stare at her, yea she's got the better end of this deal.

She's safe, no way China is going to go after her, I on the other hand. I have a very strong urge to go grab Christine out of her class, and try to find some place to hide, away from our new home. I realize I've stood up without even noticing because Ms. Henderson gently grabs my shoulders and pushes me back down onto the bench.

'Calm Down! Not turn you in. Agreed to deal to show am escaped slave too! Why would send someone back to that?' Glaring at her I huff once.

'No.. I guess not. Though if you found out, others will too..' Ms. Henderson sighs and moves to sit in front of me, or best she can the steepness each level of the bleachers is set so there's no risk of someone sitting in front of you blocking the view.

'You adapted well to new species, new gender. What saw is subtle, many won't notice if not looking for it. Everything else are oddities, if space out, will not cause concern. Only got suspicious at frequency of them.' That's of little comfort, I'm going to need to pay a bit more attention I guess to how I act.

Still, this does help me calm down enough that Ms. Henderson moves to sit next to me again.

'Have question, may be personal, can ask yes?' Tilting my head I bit I think this over. Why not? Beats spending the rest of the class in silence and I've decided to wait till home-room to do homework. So I give her a single nod.

'As said, you adapted well, but see few things want to ask about. Seem uncomfortable in blouse and skirt, though with how you look, they look good on you. Seem nervous in locker room when come in yesterday, today politely avoid looking at other girls. Look embarrassed when I mention fucking guy, Not like be female? Or uncomfortable as one? You said guy before conversion, gender flip rare in conversions, but happen.' Sighing I fold my ears back to hide a blush, that I am sure she still notices anyway.

'Well, that's because skirts make me feel I'm naked from the waist down when I'm not. Then when any decent breeze picks up they billow up and funnel it up my legs, further making it feel like I'm wearing nothing down there. On top of that is the lack of pockets!' I can't really work up the courage to meet her gaze for the rest of it, so I look out at the rest of the class as they all take turns practice running the one hundred meter dash in groups of four.

'I was nervous at entering the locker room yesterday because I've never been in a female only locker room before at a school. I don't count the co-ed one at the place I was sold to. As a guy, growing up and going to high school there were always rumors of what's 'IN' the women's locker room. From plush carpeting to fancy furniture and the like. What all of them had in common was it was said to be much better than the dirty, grungy, one we had to use. So, I was disappointed to see that, its just like the male locker room, dirty, grungy, only in a shade of pink that screams girly. I don't like pink.' To be honest, I would've liked it if it at least had carpet.

The sensation of the hard tile on my feet reminds me of the whole being barefoot at Marui's and having to trudge through snow, ice, and walk on freezing metal with no shoes. A chittering noise escapes from Ms. Henderson's mouth, It takes me a moment to realize she's laughing?

'Ha. When in what you call High-School, rumor had it that guy's locker room had game in it. Um, the one where you hit ball with rubber flippers? Forget name.' She's still kinda giggling, knowing it's not laughing at me makes it kinda infectious.

It puts a smile on my face and makes me feel better, to the point I let my ears rise up while my tail just gently sways.

'It's called pinball, it's kinda a fun game if you find a good machine play.' Ms. Henderson snaps her fingers and points to me.

'That it! Pinball, rumor had it they have pinball machines. We'd confront guy's, and they brag about it. Only find out later it due to someone playing Pinball game on handheld game console. It still cause girls to pass around document to get school to put machine in their locker room too, even after truth came out.' Pausing for a moment I have let out a yipping laugh of my own.

Funny looking back at it, each group having their own idea of what's in the other's locker room simply because they're not allowed in there to see what's inside.

'Why not like pink though? Good color, strong feminine one. Better than purple, purple too gaudy.' That's another thing I find interesting, how certain concepts have crossed cultures. Just because I know how and why pink is considered feminine doesn't mean I can't hate it.

'Because it's too girly. I may accept that I'm female now, like what that entails and how that feels.' I have to blush at this a bit.

'But, I'm still mostly the Jack that I was over a year ago. I'm not a girly girl, and I will never be.' Tilting my ears to hide my blush, Ms. Henderson grins at me. Knowingly.

'You have sex with guy and still have mind like guy's, that amusing. Most girl's with male like mind grow out of it by that point or find they like other girls more.' I do a double take at her.

I never told her that I had sex with a guy, oh. Right, she's pretty damn observant, must've noticed how I acted when she mentioned fucking that Bio-Morph. I open my mouth only to shut it when she speaks again.

'Yes, knew you fucked guy. Looked longingly when I mention fucking wolf bio-morph with deep blush, had another blush as you said how it feels to be female. Plus scent changed, you horny?' Sighing, I nod once.

'Well I do admit one thing that's better. Getting horny no longer means having an uncomfortable bulge in the front of my pants making them feel tighter and showing the world you're excited.' Shaking my head once and forcing my ears to stay up, no use trying to hide the blush, I continue.

'What's wrong with being a tomboy though?' Looking back at her with a semi curious look. Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with it, even if there is something wrong with being one, I wouldn't care.

'Tomboy, what tomboy?' Ms. Henderson looks back at me, a curious look on her face as well.

'Tomboy basically means a male like personality in a girl, or a girl that likes things that are considered more appropriate for guys to like, depending on the person.' Ms. Henderson starts laughing.

'So that is English the tongue word for it, Chinese version is' She says something that I can't quite understand, it sounds like gibberish in the Bio-Morph tongue. It feels odd considering how used to the language I've gotten. Ms. Henderson sighs as I realize I was looking at her with a confused expression.

'You not know that different versions of the tongue?' I shake my head, again.

'Well, know two different versions. One based around Mandarin, other based around English. Latter easier to learn if know former.' Blinking at her I sigh. Am I going to have another language crash course to have to learn it? The last one was boring as much as it was helpful.

'You know the words for the English one, but the grammar is lacking.' It's Ms. Henderson's turn to look at me curiously. Only for the watch on her arm to start beeping. She looks down at it then stands.

'Period is almost over. Can talk more later, but don't see anything wrong with grammar.' Standing as well, I shoulder my backpack but I need to know one thing.

'No one is going to know what we talked about here right?' Ms. Henderson gives me a big grin, one that makes me feel reassured she's going to keep her promise of not telling anyone.

Following her down the bleachers we meet back up with the rest of the class, Ms. Henderson slips right back into teacher mode more or less. Directing the class back up to the school, I walk with her rather than with the rest of the class. I kinda feel closer to her than anyone else, does that make me the teachers pet now?

'Get new uniform for you tomorrow, no way to change electric lock on locker, but do as said earlier. Bring own lock tomorrow, lucky they not remove hole for standard lock on lockers like normal ones.' We go our separate ways once we reach the locker room.

Ms. Henderson to her office, the rest of the class to the lockers, then to the showers, meanwhile I just head straight out of the locker room into the normal school hallway.

My next class has Diane Cobbler in it, so I have to get into the right mental frame of mind to deal with her. Female bullies are so complicated compared to the Male ones I handled last time I was in school.

So I take my time walking to Mr. Davidson's science class from gym trying to plan out the verbal insults, subtle barbs and leading questions or statements she'll make and how to deal with it. As well as what I will need to throw back at her.

By this point I would've just beat the person up, or tried to, out in an alley or what not back when I was attending high-school the first time through.

Diane is already in her seat by the time I arrive, even though I'm a bit early, though not too early to be honest. Only a few others from the class I'm in are here. Mr. Davidson is busy at something at his desk. As soon as I enter I notice that Diane taking a sniff or two of the air, thinking it's some kind of bait, I ignore it.

Taking my seat in front of her I take the tablet out, and a notebook, placing both on the desk before sliding my backpack under the student desk like others do. Diane for her part seems to be finishing up a conversation on her phone, I don't catch much, only that she's not happy about being dragged to a social function her parents want to go to later this week.

'Hello 'Jackie'' Diane turns her attention to me now she's no longer on the phone.

'Hello 'Diane'' Returning the faux polite tone back at her.

'How was gym today hm? Did your leg bother you during the laps and the hundred-meter dash?' I have to strongly resist the urge to pin my ears back. This pretty much proves it was her pack that broke into my locker and mutilated my gym uniform.

'Ms. Henderson and I sat in the shade on the bleachers while I worked on homework, and she monitored the class.' A good lie to cover the truth. Yet it is still annoying pretending to be nice and pleasant to someone like her.

'Oh good, it would be a shame if you injured yourself. Must have been super annoying to be bed ridden and unable to walk for simple things.' I know it's again faux concern. But, boy Diane, you have no fucking idea how true what you said is.

Having to have a nurse come in to help you move to the bathroom, to help you sit down on the toilet, to help you get up from the toilet, having to deal with a bed pan in case a nurse can't get to you. Better than having a catheter though, they took that out as soon as I woke up.

'Did I interrupt an important conversation?' Please let me have an out from this? I don't want to talk to you.

'Nah, nothing important. I was planning on doing something else this weekend, but 'dad' has decided to drag me to some work related social function along with my 'mother'. God Dammit! I spare a split-second to glance at the clock, can't it move any faster to start the class and shut her up?

'Oh. I'd rather be doing anything else then dragged around by mom to some work super polite party. Shown off as the cute daughter of her's to win points.' Diane smiles, but not in the way I like seeing.

'I'm surprised you'd understand. I just figured a tomboy like you wouldn't get the point of such of events considering, the school uniform must be the only 'nice' dress you own.' I'm mentally hitting my head against the desk at this.

I don't like talking with her, let alone making small talk like we're friends, or at least friendly with each other.

'I own other dresses, I just like pants more because of pockets.' I won't let her think she's right in the fact that the school uniform IS the only dress I own.

Wait, why do I even 'care' about what she thinks of my wardrobe?

'You know, if you spent more time taking care of yourself, caring more about how you look rather than playing with that computer of yours. You'd have most of the male student body here in the paw of your hand. Minus my betas of course.' I don't know what shocks me more, the fact that she thinks I'll act like her.

Or that the part of me that was thrilled with the power I had when I flaunted my assets in front of the male gym class yesterday. I stomp that part down, it's not who I am.

As good as I know I look, I'll never use it to just manipulate people into doing what I want.

'Why? I know that it is a nice thing to dress up for someone you're already with, it shows you love them. But, to doll yourself up just to get a guy? That seems like a waste of time. If they don't like how you look as long as your clean and your fur is brushed then they're not worth the effort. Besides, I have better things to do with my time than spend over an hour a day fussing over how nails and fur look.' To be honest, as much as I don't like doing that, I did enjoy the bonding experience Christine and I had as she fixed my claws.

'Such a tomboy, and such a waste of good looks to be honest.' Logically I know the insult shouldn't hurt me, but when do feelings follow logic? I'm starting to like how I look, how DARE Diane call it a waste, just because I don't act all girly girl and shit.

I also realize that she actually got to me, to the point my ears fold back causing Diane to give a triumphant yapping laugh of satisfaction.

'At least my looks are real! Hate to see how guys will react to seeing you without all that stuff you claim is necessary.' I sniff the air just now noticing that she has perfume on.

'Including whatever overpriced garbage you spray on yourself to make yourself smell differently.' Diane glares at me, her ears half folded back.

I must've hit a nerve, good. Is she insecure about her looks though? That could explain a couple things about her behavior. Diane's retort though is cut short as the tone signaling the start of class cuts her off as soon as she opens her mouth.

So, thankfully she shuts it and is quiet during the class. If I'm honest, I think it may be because she doesn't want to get Mr. Davidson angry. As for the class, it goes on similar to how it did yesterday, only my homework from him tonight is from a more advanced subject discussed today.

Not wanting another post class confrontation like yesterday, I make sure I'm among the first few students out the door, so I'm long gone by the time Diane leaves. From there I make a beeline to the last period of the day, home-room, and where Christine is waiting for me.

I'm nearly pounced on by her the second I open the door.

'Hey sis.' I pat Christine on the head and hug her, letting go, we head over to an empty table hand in hand and sit down. Waving hello to Mr. Mathew as we pass his desk.

'I heard what happened to your uniform in gym today, strangely they left my stuff alone.' Shrugging at this, Diane hates me and not Christine. Though, it will piss me off if they start targeting her to get at me. It tugs on something primal, something I recognize as my Alpha instincts.

Taking out our tablets, both of us start to work on our homework for the day, we don't stop our conversation though.

'I wouldn't take that as meaning they can't, just that they don't want to, yet. When we get home I'm going to ask Mom or Patrick for a couple of locks. One for my gym locker, and one for yours. Can't be too careful.' Christine shrugs, then strangely goes quiet before handing me a piece of paper under the table.

'I like Ms. Henderson, but never thought she would see through our story so easily.' I figured Ms. Henderson would've talked to her about it. Taking out my notebook and pencils I hand her a note back in the same manner.

'More due to holes in my story compared how I move and act. I'm sure if I was born female I'm sure the story would've held and all the signs she pointed out could've been explained away.' Christine shrugs after I hand it to her, but she seems more interested in leaning against me while doing homework, rather than talking. So I go about doing my own homework.

This does draw some snickers or hushed comments from others in the class, from the sound of it only from the humans, I pay it no mind. They wouldn't understand the emotions or feelings about someone when your part of a pack.

Pausing, I chastise myself mentally over that, I was human over a year ago and didn't know better.

I have no right to fall into the opposite hole of bad ideas compared to what I was. A human who had no clue about how Bio-morphs felt or thought.

Home-room ends without any issue, we get everything done homework wise well before the end of the period. With school over, we end up having to take the light rail back to our neighborhood, just like yesterday.

Unlike yesterday though, the car we're in is mostly empty, so we stay quiet rather than risk the few others in here overhearing us. Exiting the car at our destination, we cross the street and make the short walk through the neighborhood to our home.

'I don't know if I can stand how I have to fake being polite to someone like Diane anymore, if this was like the last time I attended high-school I would've already convinced a bully like her to leave me alone.' Breaking the silence as I head up the front steps, Christine snorts loudly.

'Let me guess, you hit each other till one of you cries uncle.' Unlocking the front door I walk in first, then hold it open for Christine. Closing it behind her I take the time to switch out my school shoes for the indoor ones, while she just sheds hers entirely.

'What's wrong with doing that? It's simple, quick, and the loser either leaves the other person alone or respects him more than before. Either way it stops the bullying. If by some remote chance he doesn't then they're considered dangerous, and only then do you get others involved.' Christine waits for me to ascend the stairs before following me up. We head for my room once we're upstairs.

'Well for one sis, it's crude. It shows to others that you have no ability to defend one's self without resorting to violence, so in their eyes you've already lost. Remember, I told you this earlier sis, if you act like a guy, you're going to be ostracized in the female social circles at school.' The exact moment I close the door behind us, I strip out of this damn school uniform, tossing it into the hamper. Putting on some real clothes for the rest of the day

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A pair of female cut shorts and plain t-shirt, pastel blue, but it's blue so it's not girly no matter what anyone says. Christine seems to wait for me to finish dressing myself before holding up her finger, then heads to her room.

In the short few minutes it takes her to change out of her uniform I've already booted up my computer and loaded up a few websites to read. She returns wearing a thigh high skirt with pastel red shirt that has a cartoon fox on it.

Tilting my head I make a mental note to take a look through her closet, I'm curious now as to what other weird outfits she has in it.

'It's not crude, it's effective. I don't like pretending the person who 'obviously' hates me is my friend. It stresses me out.' Christine flops down onto my bed, facing me and the computer screen before shoving a pillow under her stomach to make herself comfortable. Her tail idly flops back and forth.

'If you don't want to be the absolute bottom of the social ladder in school again, you're going to have to. You're going to have to play the game like everyone else has too. Treat each other nice and politely, while gathering what dirt you can to sully their reputation and learn when and how to tell others about it. Not to mention you'll have to learn how to defend yourself from others doing the same to you. It sucks, I didn't like treating my friends like that last time either, but you have to do it because they're going to do the same to you.' Sighing and slumping my shoulders, what I remember how the girls acted in my last school, I realize she's telling the truth.

Just like there's seemingly an unwritten rule that as a guy at school, you deal with the problem yourself as much as possible. Trying not to get the administration involved, unless it's necessary in very rare cases. There's one for the girls.

Every piece of information is fair game, everyone can be a target, and every tactic is acceptable as long as it's not direct violence. Even that seems to be flexible as long as you don't get caught. For Diane, that was attempted claw swipe at me yesterday, it's acceptable when the girl knows they can't be caught for it.

The irony of it being like a verbal cat fight, yet we're both canines is not lost on me.

'I don't want to be on the bottom of the social ladder again, that much is true. Yet I have to admit, it was easier social wise at school when I was a guy.' Swiveling the chair around to face Christine, she grins at me.

'That may be true, but you're a girl now, and that means keeping up with gossip, because that's how you get ammo. Learning who's on top socially, and who isn't, what groups are acceptable, and what aren't. What's in fashion, as much as the school allows, and what isn't. So you know who to be seen with and who to avoid. All the while you learn everything you can about everyone around you. The good news though for us, is it seems pack members are exempt. At least that's what I can tell sis, still, you 'do' want to fit in more right?' Nodding once, I know I may regret it but I agree I have to do this none the less.

'Then I'll tell you what I overheard today and what I learned by asking about things. After all, it's my duty as your beta to keep you informed and to help you out in pulling this off. You 'do' need to appear to know how to do all this already, having grown up female according to our cover story.' Putting my muzzle in my hands and my elbow's on my knees, I listen as Christine rattles off what she's learned in the past couple days without asking me if I want to do it right now.

I already know my looks has given me the reputation of being promiscuous, I didn't realize the extent of it spreading throughout the school. Diane, being the head of 'the' largest pack, is the one to emulate how to dress, I expected this, doesn't mean I like it.

Christine claims it will help my reputation and hers if I style my fur the way Diane has it, rather than letting it grow out to its normal length, especially on my head. Learning that Diane has stopped wearing earrings makes me sigh in relief. I'm not going that far, despite how much Christine says I'd look good with a pair of them.

From there on she talks about the 'gossip' going on about our classmates and other smaller packs. Though half-way through she pauses as the sound of the front door opening and shutting reverberates up here.

Realizing it must be Flint, means mom, Patrick, and the others are due in about a half hour to forty-five minutes, Christine picks up the pace in informing me of the school gossip, frankly I'm already overwhelmed!

How to other girls remember all this without some kind of cheat sheet?

Like clockwork, we hear the front door open thirty-five minutes later. Frankly, compared to listening to Christine trying to have me memorize the gossip of someone who heard from someone else about a third person's actions, cooking is not as boring as I thought.

Standing and stretching I let out a tiny yelp as my injured leg complains. Sigh, how long does it take for muscle to heal? I know Bio-morphs heal more slowly than humans, but this is getting annoying.

'Alpha Jackie, are you okay?' Of course, it triggers Christine's P.I.D. too.

'I'm fine, leg's just a bit sore. Mom's home, so she'll want me to help cook dinner.' Christine nods, taking the chair I soon vacate it.

'Do you mind if I check a few things on your computer?' I shrug.

'Do you have to ask? You're my Beta and sister. I trust you, literally, with my life. You don't have to ask to use it unless I'm already on it, just remember to not close what I have open if you can help it.' Christine nods once. Exiting my room, I head downstairs.

Limping a little as I walk, but it's gone by the time I reach the stairs. Was it because of inactivity, or too much activity? Heading for the kitchen as soon as I make it to the ground floor I try to figure it out.

"Hey, there's my wonderful daughter." Mom Smiles as soon as I enter the kitchen, then walks over to give me a hug. Naturally I return it and I place my muzzle under her chin, she rubs my ears before letting me go. I'll try to figure the leg thing out later.

'Hi mom.' Taking a moment to straighten my fur, mom takes out a few things out that we will need tonight from the cabinets.

"So how was your day today?" I'm not going to tell her the biggest thing that happened today. She'll throw a fit if she finds out Ms. Henderson figured out the truth.

'Not to different from yesterday. A bit of bullying. That kinda thing, good old High-School.' Due to the pots and boxes mom is taking out, it looks like we're having spaghetti tonight?

"So a normal day?" I nod. "Well, tonight I'm going to show you how to make spaghetti, garlic bread, and the pasta sauce that goes with it." Knew it. Spaghetti isn't a bad meal. She's made it before, about a week after I was released from the hospital to be exact.

The noodles are easy, I watch how she calculates how much is needed based on how many people we will be serving, then it's just dumping them into a pot of water to let it boil. What I'm told to do after that is to chop up more vegetables, the least fun part of all this.

After that, I help her make the dough for the bread again, this part is easier having done it before last night.

'Mom, so how did you deal with the whole, social system at school.' Mom pauses in placing the long rolls of bread on a pan.

"What do you mean? The gossip circles? The stupid stuff in hindsight you need to do to stay popular, or at least not the school outcast?" Shrugging I look at her.

'All of the above?' She finishes putting the dough on the pan, then shoo's me to the side, so she can place it all in the oven. Closing it she sets the timer and turns to look at me.

"Are you 'interested' in doing it, or are you doing it so you don't end up in the same position you were in last time you attended High-School?" Mom directs me to mash up the tomatoes for the sauce, and gives me a moment to think over my answer.

'Like hell I'm..' Mom boops my nose, I go cross-eyed.

"Language young lady." Rubbing my nose a bit I look at her, then sigh.

'Like heck I'm interested in it, I just don't want to end up on the bottom like last time. It made things.' I pause and look at mom, she smiles but had her hand ready for another boop if I curse.

'Difficult, and for Christine's sake, I don't want her to go through that.' Mom relaxes her hand. She instructs me on what to add to the sauce as I place the pot on the stove top to heat.

"All I can say is I dealt with it as well as I could, I wasn't popular, but I wasn't an outcast. Mainly due to the limited means of my parents. Meaning I couldn't jump on fashions as soon as they hit, rather than later. Before you ask, yes there is a difference. You can only 'set' a trend if your popular, jump on it to early and you look like a suck up, too late and you look like a trendster. Both will make a teenage girl look bad in the eyes of all the other girls." Considering we're cooking meals as often as possible, I would assume we're not well off enough to jump on every fashion trend.

Even as a guy I knew teenage girl's fashion wasn't cheap, I've seen the prices in the stores. For the price of a stupid looking shirt or worn out, but in a fake looking way, pair of jeans, or whatever, I could've had meals for a week or more.

'So I should heed Christine's advice and copy Diane's fur-cut? Start wearing perfume? Get earrings if she starts wearing them again?' Mom stops crushing some spices while I have been stirring the sauce constantly.

"Diane, she's the popular girl right? And the one bullying you, if I recall what Patrick told me?" Picking the spices up, she dumps them into the pot and directs me to stir it faster.

'Yes.' Mom nods with that knowing smile.

"Then the answer is yes. Keep in mind that we're tight, but not desperate for funds. So don't expect to be able to get the most expensive stuff to keep up with her outfits." Slumping my shoulders while sighing.

'But I don't like those things, my fur's fine. I mean I realize I'll need a bit of a trim when my winter coat comes in this fall, but it's fine right now. Perfume stinks more than it ever has due to how my sense of smell is now compared to when I was human. I also shudder at the idea of purposefully getting holes punched in my ears. They're sensitive enough already without tiny pieces of metal and gems hanging off of them.' Mom giggles, she just giggles at what I said.

"My daughter the tomboy. I remember out right 'begging' mom and dad to pay for a designer perfume or a set of earrings, let alone the new trendy outfit of the week, so my social standing at school wouldn't drop. Nothing hurts it worse than missing out on the latest trends, and while I know your heart is already taken, it also ups a girl's chances at catching the eye of the guy's." Mom smiles and places a hand on my shoulder.

"Still, you asked, and this is the main way to get and keep social standing that isn't underhanded." Oh, right. What Christine said about gossip and stuff.

'Pleasant smiles up front, daggers behind your back?' Mom frowns at my description.

"Crude description, but let me give you some pointers. Always keep your ears and eyes open, don't be afraid to try to hang out with people you don't like to just learn a thing or two about someone else. Not to mention you'll have to do so to try to learn what others think of you. It's the only way to head off rumors about you before they can do too much damage to your reputation." She motions for me to scoot over a bit, then uses a different spoon to the one I was using to stir the sauce.

Nodding once she turns down the heat to just keep it warm and motions for me to lean against the counter with her like we did yesterday.

'That sounds like a lot of work, especially over something so trivial. I have to admit I was bored as Christine rattled off stuff I would need to remember.' Mom giggles again.

"Keep up with it, it'll come naturally to you soon enough. Besides, you'll need it once you graduate and get a job, either after high-school or college. With so many other women in the workforce compared to men now, socially the environment is the same as high-school. Possibly to the detriment of things. Considering it could affect your salary and if you can advance or not." Rolling my eyes at this, I do look forward to not being a minor again, and having all the adult freedoms and privileges I lost.

The main reason being Patrick and our relationship, but hearing this I'm a bit hesitant about it too.

'That's reassuring.' My voice drips with sarcasm, mom gently grasps my hand with her normal one, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

"I know you've gone through worse honey, so I wasn't going to sugarcoat things for you. Here's an idea if you can't stand it once you're out of school. You and Patrick are pretty good at repairing stuff, just like back in the states there's a need to fix things that are to expensive for the average person to replace here in Canad if you're not rich. Couldn't the both of you try to start up a small business?" That is a good idea, I'll run it by Patrick once we have a moment alone. It sounds leagues better than starting at the bottom at some fast food or grocery store.

'I'll think about it. It's only my second day back at school, I have two 'long' years ahead of me before any of that can be done.' Smiling, mom nods and pats my head, I lean into this. She then checks the timer on the oven.

"Go ahead, tell everyone that dinner is almost ready okay? I'll set the table." Despite the topics, I do enjoy these talks with mom, so before leaving the kitchen I give her a single lick on the cheek. Basically a kiss.

Exiting the kitchen, I head to the entryway to the living room and poke my head through the entryway.

'Dinner's almost ready, no Flint there is no fur in it, so don't even ask.' Patrick and his parents nod then they look over at Flint to silence him. The TV still on the news of the week, Christine's father and the car wreck along with his political future, or lack their of now.

Retracing my steps I head upstairs to my room, for a moment I consider knocking just in case Christine is doing anything that she wouldn't want to me interrupted suddenly, then again, if she was doing something like that I would be able to smell it from here. So I just open the door and head inside.

'Hey sis.' Smiling at her I sit down for a moment on my bed in front of her. More or less reversing our positions from earlier. She does look like she has something to say to me.

'So.. Since dad is dead in the water now politically, due to losing limbs, do you think I could, maybe, try to get into contact with him? It's not like being seen with a Bio-Morph will affect him any worse than the injury has already has.' I don't have a good answer to that, and it pains me to realize it.

'Even if this also caused a change of heart in his attitude, which I doubt, people are going to still be watching and judging him. He's still a public figure even if he isn't trying to be president anymore. Trying to contact him would blow our cover unless somehow people start ignoring him. Or we find a way to meet him without being seen.' Christine slumps in the seat, ears and tail drooping.

Crap, I instantly regret telling her the truth rather than trying to reassure her. Standing, I draw Christine into a close hug.

'Sorry sis, I didn't think of that.' Petting her head I gently rock back and forth like mom has done for me as we stand there.

'It's okay, I should've been nicer. Look, do you have a way to contact him rather than say, sending a letter in the mail or a phone call?' Smiling at her, I don't think mom will mind if we're a little late.

'I remember dad's 'private' email address. The one no one, including me is supposed to see.' Yea that will do. I wonder how she learned of it if her father was as absent as she said he was.

'We'll wait for the media shit storm about him to calm down, then you can send him an email. Of course, do not mention that you're a Bio-Morph, It'll increase the chances that he'll want to talk to you. We'll leave that as a surprise if he agrees to an in person meet up. Anyway, dinner is ready.' Letting go, Christine's ears go back up, and her tail stills. She follows me as I head downstairs to the dining room.

Like I expected, we're late. Mom, the Tanners, Patrick, and Flint are already sitting in the dinning room, at the table. Giving them a smile I take my seat on one side of Patrick while Christine takes her seat on the other side of him.

Dinner passes by normally, or to be more exact, the normal that has developed over the past month. Flint inspects his portion, like he has been doing ever since Mom has started teaching me how to cook.

Acting as if a single stray piece of fur will change him into a Bio-Morph. I have firsthand experience that it doesn't work that way, not that I wouldn't serve him right if it did.

The discussion is mostly centered around everyone but Christine, Patrick and I. Making it easy to enjoy the meal, which frankly tastes pretty good if I say so myself. After dinner, I try to help mom with the dishes, but she shoos me in the direction of Christine.

"Considering the news about her mother and father, she needs you more than I need an extra set of hands." Nodding, I follow Christine up to my room. Once my bedroom door is closed and locked, Christine and I shed our clothes down to our underwear. Don't judge, you would too if you had a fur coat.

Even though it's a human bed, but I've gotten used to sleeping more like a lupine, curled up in a little den made of pillows, sometimes with a pillow under my head. Many times just nose tip to tail-tip with my head on my hands.

Tonight, like last night Christine wants to sleep with me like a pack mate. So she waits till I've settled myself down on my bed. Then she snuggles up to me as the little spoon once I make room for her.

Trading yawns back and forth I mull over my feelings about dad, the fact that Christine wants to get into contact with hers. Sleep claims Christine first, I soon follow as listen to her slow and steady heartbeat. I decide to possibly, maybe, give dad a chance, a slim one but a chance nonetheless.

Wednesday comes sooner than I would like, I am able to score off of Patrick two combo locks out of his supply of random junk in the garage. So Christine and I can now properly lock our Gym lockers, preventing whomever got the electronic key card for mine from getting back in.

Morning at school goes on without any incident, but I do, reluctantly take mom's and Christine's advice. I get myself involved in the 'class gossip' in the morning classes with Christine.

No I'm not interested in who is wearing what, who has eyes on whom, what happened when insert female classmate disappeared with insert male class mate. But I feign attention anyway, and fight myself from rolling my eyes. I try to take mental notes, and yes it seems to be easier, a tiny bit, compared to last night.

When it turns to my fur-style, how it makes it look like I don't take care of myself on top of how my looks makes me seem, well, slutty. I just reply I'm letting my fur grow back after having been in the hospital. Surprisingly none of the ones that brought my looks up have ever been in one.

So I relay to them the experience I had, and they wince when I tell them the doctors had to shave my fur on multiple parts of my body. That in turn makes them realize, or that I let them think that I am waiting for those areas to grow back before getting my fur styled.

I go back to feigning interest once the topic changes to popular fur styles, the pros, and cons of dye, and what would look good on me. I can't help blushing a bit when Christine enthusiastically joins in on this.

True to Ms. Henderson's word, as soon as I enter the locker room I have a crisp new uniform waiting for me to change into, but she wouldn't let me have it till I show her the locks I got. Nodding once, Ms. Henderson takes one of them to give to Christine when she has gym next period.

The mouse Bio-Morph girl eyes me as I exit Ms. Henderson's office with the new uniform in hand, politely smiling at her, I head over to my locker and change into it.

Today we're doing American flag football, so I get to sit out again, on the bleachers, under the sunshade with Ms. Henderson. I still consider her a friend, but yesterday makes things kinda awkward. So we just do some small talk, something I was never interested in before being converted, it seems to be easier to do now.

Gym ends, I have to deal with Diane in Mr. Davidson's science class now. So I make sure to get to class before she does, when Diane arrives she's mostly silent, to me at least. But active in the gossip groups that I move between to try to find the one I hate the least.

Like yesterday, and the day before, I'm basically pounced upon entering Home-Room by Christine. Mr. Mathew comments that she literally perks up as I approach the door. Like a puppy who hears their owner, that's my sister, and my beta for you. I'm going to tease her about this later, just don't know how yet without running afoul of her P.I.D.

We use the class like normal, finishing our homework, or as much as we can in the hour given to us before packing things up and heading home. The light rail cars are moderately crowded, and to my surprise, Christine and I actually had a couple of guy's, a human and red wolf Bio-morph, give up their seats for us.

This evokes a different set of feelings that are new to me, I can't place them. It's not attraction, though they were handsome. But it's a feeling of safety? At least we don't need to stand this time, and it feels better than the jealousy I felt for not being offered a seat a few days ago.

Back at the house, I lead Christine up to my room whereupon we shed our uniforms, Christine doesn't go to her room for new clothes, she just 'borrows' mine. They seem to fit her well enough, a little looser up front though. Being able to dress herself faster than I can, Christine beats me to the computer, logs in, and brings up the news.

'Dad's retiring. Once he's out of the hospital, and after he attends mom's funeral, he'll go settle down in a mansion in Maine.' She pauses. 'We didn't have that one before I ran away.' Taking a seat on the bed where she normally sits I watch her and read the article over her shoulder. My tail gently sways back and forth.

We read some of it, but soon enough Flint, followed like clockwork again, Mom and the others return home. I'm drafted again to help cook dinner, and said meal comes and goes without incident. I don't mention or speak about the idea of talking with Christine's dad till we're back in our room for the evening after our showers.

'I would think that would be a good time to email him once he settles in over there.' Christine's ears perk up at this.

'The article says the funeral is next week, Dad's going to give a resignation speech Friday.' She pauses. 'I wonder where this new mansion is.' We both scan the article, I spot address before she does. For once the creepiness of the media pays off.

Taking the address and entering it into one of the more popular mapping websites brings up a satellite view of the mansion in question.

'That's damn big for a mansion.' Christine shakes her head with a smirk at my statement.

'Nah, it's a bit smaller than the one I grew up in.' I just stare at her, my mouth hanging open a bit.

'I didn't want to tell you that I had closets bigger than our rooms. Not that it mattered, nor did I care when I got older.' Makes sense considering how little her parents paid attention to her.

Yet, holy crap, closets as big as these rooms? I grew up in a room little bigger than one of these that I had to share with mom. Having my OWN room is still a new luxury to me.

'You're kidding?' Christine shakes her head, causing me to fall back onto my bed back first with my tail out to the side, it's tip twitching side to side.

'Don't miss it though, the size of that place mattered little without the presence of mom and dad. So considering how much you and your mother love and care for me, this house is much better.' A warm feeling flows over me, causing me to smile and wag my tail, the thumping of it hitting the bed drowns out the sound of her putting the computer to sleep.

A moment later Christine joins me on my bed. For the next few minutes we lay like this, next to each other, before getting up and turning off the lights. Rejoining her on the bed I find that Christine has curled up, so I curl around her comfortingly. Becoming the large spoon in the bed more or less.

'Just curious, you have your own room, but you like sleeping with me.' I nuzzle her head a bit, like Alpha did with me before.

'You're more comfortable, I'll use my room when I want some private time. Every girl has needs right?' A giggle comes out of me before I can stop it. Yea, I guess. I'm no different now, but I feel that itch can't be scratched while she's here.

Both of us yawn as if it's bouncing between us, frankly I can't wait till that 'package' arrives. I haven't been able to find a time Patrick and I could be alone in the past month, and fingers were lacking the last time I did it before restarting school.

I don know when, but eventually sleep claims us.

Thursday comes and goes without anything of incident. My new lock on my gym locker has some new scratches on the back of it though. Christine's appears untouched though.

Diane is quiet in Science class and I again get pounced by Christine upon entering Home-room. As before we use it to finish our homework, then it's off to the light rail station. Can't wait till next week when the city allows I.C. engines can be used. I don't like this one week on and one week off stuff, but I understand what they're going for.

That evening though after dinner, the Tanners, other than Patrick excuse themselves, Flint being more than willing to be elsewhere. Leaving Mother, Christine and I alone with him.

"So, how about a movie night tonight? Only if the both my lovely daughters promise to go right to bed at the credits?" Christine and I look at each other, then I glasnce at Patrick with a grin that he returns. Christine nods once in response.

'Okay, but I'm sitting next to Patrick tonight.' Mom laughs at this.

"Part of the point of tonight dear." Patrick smiles as my tail wags rapidly.

So, while mom gets the popcorn ready, I find a spot on the couch. Patrick sits on one side of me, while Christine is on the other. He drapes his arm over my shoulders and I lean my head against his chest.

When mom returns she chooses a movie, a feel's romance flick. Of course, it's something she'd like, Christine seems to like it too, I just enjoy the time with Patrick. Something that has been rare the past month, and will be for the next couple years if anything is to be assumed from said month.

Nuzzling him as he pets me, I only pay partial attention to the film. About half-way through we end up playing a little game, Patrick places a piece of popcorn on my nose and I have to balance it there. If I'm successful, I get to toss some at his face in an attempt to get it into his mouth.

I hear some giggles from Mom and Christine as they watch us do this, I don't mind them because it's fun. When the credits roll, mom shoos us upstairs, considering it is later than we normally have gone to bed, as soon as the both of us curl up on my bed inside the den of pillows I've made, sleep claims me and Christine.

Waking up Friday, my first thoughts, other than needing to answer the normal call of nature, is that I don't have much time left to come to terms with my feelings about my dad. Only today, and part of tomorrow, though I bet mom will want an answer tomorrow morning at the latest, so most likely I only have today left.

Breakfast is uneventful but the semi lull of things not happening on the bully front seems to have ended. On our way to our normal lockers as soon as we get to school I swear I see someone from my gym class heading down the hallway away from where our lockers are and into the crowd. All I catch is a momentary glimpse, so I don't know who it is.

Still, lacking a working badge to open mine I have to use Christine's, and upon her opening it we find the inside of the door covered in the words 'slut' and 'whore' written in what looks like lipstick or some other waxy colored substance.

'You were right sis, they can get into my locker if they wanted to.' Shrugging in response to Christine, we put our unneeded supplies into the locker.

'We're going to have to find something to clean it off soon, least we get blamed for it.' Christine tilts her head.

'That, doesn't make sense.' She closes the locker, then follows me on the way to our first class. It's crowded enough, so we can talk more or less freely and not be overheard.

'It does when you realize the administration only looks for someone to blame, not the guilty party. Blaming the victim is just the easiest thing they can do to get the situation resolved. That is all they care about.' It was that way the last time I went through high school, to be fair, it was a less funded one compared to this one.

I would say inner city as well, but this one is in the inner city with a decent amount of green space buffering it.

'Wasn't like that last time for me. Sometimes they would even have the school legal club weigh in and help.' Just like mom said, one set of rules for the rich, another for everyone else.

'No offense sis, but everyone that attended your school was rich. Blame the wrong kid, without evidence, and they'll be facing some serious legal issues. Not so in some inner city school with overworked and underpaid staff. Staff, which will do anything to lessen their workload for the day.' Christine shrugs, even we have to pause our conversation as we enter the commons area and the sheer volume of noise is suffocating to us.

'What would you rate this place?' Christine starts it back up as soon as we're in the right hall for our first class, after making sure the noise level is high enough to safely talk.

'Somewhere in the middle. Ms. Henderson gives the impression that she at least, is well-paid and not too overworked. Yet, they have similar problems to the last school I went to. Bully's running amok, an administration unable or unwilling to deal with some problems.' She shrugs, again, as we enter Mr. Mathew's math class.

After explaining it to him, Mr. Mathew didn't hesitate to excuse me for a few minutes, and not marking me late for class, as I head back to the locker with Christine's key. With the paper towels and screen cleaner he lent me, I clean the inside of her locker before returning to class.

It doesn't reappear upon subsequent visits to the locker in between our subsequent classes, and we're even left alone in our own little corner of the lunch room for that period as well.

Only upon entering the girl's locker room and heading for my locker do I realize they were trying to attempt something. The gently used lock I got from Patrick now sports some prominent scratches on the back, near the emergency key release, someone must've tried to pick it.

Changing into my gym uniform I head over to Ms. Henderson's office to let her know they're trying to get into my locker again.

'Yea, expected this. Lock good right?' I nod once. Sure it is not one of those new titanium-steel ones, but it's more than the 'keep people honest' locks used at my last school.

'Then have nothing worry about. Good news today, not be on sidelines, today weight day. Can work on upper body long as not stand. Means no strain on leg.' Great, just great. I get to see just how much weaker I am compared to how I was before. Ms. Henderson catches me rolling my eyes, she looks at the door, then glances out the window.

'Not like doing weights?' Speaking in a low tone.

'No, just don't like reminders on how much weaker I've become since being converted.' Not that I prided myself on my strength to begin with, I just miss it now when I don't have it. Along with my height, it sucks being short too.

'Understand. Take more than year to become used to new body.' Ms. Henderson smiles, then ushers me out of her office as the rest of the class heads out of the locker room and down the other direction of the hallway outside the back of said locker room.

In this direction is the back way into the gymnasium and the main way into weight room, the latter is our destination. I'm not the one who opens the door, yet as soon as that person does, I shake my head and sneeze before covering my nose at the sheer volume of scents.

'Yes, scent strong. Old equipment and carpeting, but room has good ventilation, will turn on when everyone inside.' Bringing up the rear Ms. Henderson urges me to follow the rest of the class into the room, even though the scent makes me want to do otherwise.

It's a jumbled mess of sweat from both human and Bio-morph, male and female, yes there is a scent difference between them all. Closing the door behind herself, Ms. Henderson flips a switch on the wall and the room fills with a low rumble of large fans circulating air.

She is right, as soon as she turned it on, the scents become bearable barely.

She divides the class among the various exercise machines and equipment, then walks over to me as I observe the room as a whole.

'See bench near dumbbells?' I nod as she points to it.

'Can do that without straining leg, as long as not lift while standing. Be watching, but if feel you need to stop, then do so.' With that she walks over to another girl, and watches as they attach weights to the leg press machine.

No one else seems to be over there, so I'm glad to have that set of equipment to myself. I'm not in the mood for small talk for some reason, maybe it's because everyone else is engaged in it.

Sitting myself down I look over the selection of weights, everywhere from five pounds to forty-five pounds in five pound increments, each one having a pair so you can do both arms at the same time.

Last time I used these I could do the forty pound one's single-handed, mainly due to the pc parts and other things Patrick and I would salvage, none of it liteweight.

Might as well try, thirty-five then? I seem to be in pretty good shape, I don't expect to have lost much strength from both the conversion and the less muscle mass women have. Leaning over I grab the thirty-five pound weight, and find myself unable to lift it with one arm. Sure, I can shift it about in it's cradle, but lifting it? Nope, I can't seem to do that.

Pinning my ears back and with a single irritated swish of my tail I try Thirty pound weights, I fare a bit better with them, I can lift them 'almost' out of the cradle. What the hell! This is pathetic, I shouldn't be this weak!

Not realizing I've grabbed Ms. Henderson's attention, I try the twenty-five pound dumbbells. These I can lift out of the cradle, but they're heavy, I have to place them on the bench once off the rack.

'Those too heavy, try fifteen or twenty pound.' Okay, I admit, my tail poofs a bit upon hearing her speak. So focused I was at this that I didn't realize she was behind me this whole time.

Ms. Henderson picks up the two twenty-five pound dumbbells, with more ease than I had annoyingly, and places them back on the rack. She hesitates over the twenty pound ones but then picks up the fifteen pound ones, and places them where I put the twenty-five pound ones on the bench a moment ago.

'How did you know?' Ms. Henderson smiles.

'Job to watch students, make sure not hurt self while also get needed workout. Saw your body strain to lift them, point of exercise not strain, but build. Strain causes damage. If slip cause injury.' Sigh, she has a good point.

Picking up the fifteen pound weights I find them not heavy, but not light either. My ears and tail droop at this, can't believe I'm this fucking weak! No wonder why Flint was so easily able to overpower me.

'Stop, know frustrated. No need to show, now do as I show how, in time, work up to heavier weights.' Sighing I force my ears up and my tail to go still as I watch Ms. Henderson.

She demonstrates how I should lift the dumbbell up and down with my arms in several motions.

'Do twenty times each on each arm, okay?' Nodding once at her, Ms. Henderson walks off to another student to supervise. Doing one arm at a time I do exactly as she instructed, to say it isn't that intellectually stimulating would be an understatement.

So I let my attention mostly wander around the room. Ms. Henderson is helping someone else spot someone on the bench press. Oh, the mouse girl's been watching me from the leg press. Smiling politely at her causes her to look away, so I just people watch.

Finishing the exercises with one arm, I switch to the other, at least when I was walking we had a semi-change in scenery. In here it's just the same four walls and ceiling. So time passes slowly.

I go through three more sets of what she showed me, ending up doing it twice on each arm before class ends. Ms. Henderson directs everyone on putting the equipment away, or setting it into a safe state for the next class. Yet, as I'm about to exit the room, Ms. Henderson gently grabs my shoulder and indicates I should hold on for a second.

'Next time you on dumbbells, work way up from low weight to high, not high down. Only seen one female Bio-morph handle thirty-five pound dumbbells. She timber wolf breed, breed on border between big and small breed divide, school put them in small to error on safe side. Vulpine breeds smaller, sleeker, built for 'other' reasons, keep in mind so it not look odd. To everyone else, must look like you were born as a bio-morph. Acting this way look odd in that regard. Like not used to body, something you must not show.' She makes a good point, I'm not used to taking every situation that I approach and using a moment to consider how to act in such a manner.

I've made mistakes, and being back here is bringing back old behaviors that I must unlearn to fit in.

'Thank you. I thought this would be easy, but with how many holes you've pointed out to me, I realize that it's going to be harder than I ever thought.' Smiling, she pats my shoulder and then lets me head on back to the locker room.

Considering I actually did work up a bit of a sweat, that means I'm going to have to use the showers. At least I can draw on the experience of showering at Mauri's to know how to act. Not that it stops the tiny bit that's still the old me, from realizing it's odd I no longer find the female form as, attractive, in the way I used to.

It has been Replaced with mild interest in only the manner that I compare myself to them. Finding some others lacking, and wondering why a couple have bigger assets than I do. That jealousy rearing it's green head at this confuses me a bit, I'm starting to like how I look, Patrick loves how I look. Why do I feel I should have that girl's bust, and the other's butt rather than them?

Just another new emotion to sort through, think about, and learn how to control. That control, something that has been harder for me since being converted.

I do have to say that I like how the school not only has fur dyer's, but their towels are nice, thick and fluffy, able to easily wick up any remaining moisture in my fur.

I also just notice the nice lamented sign asking us 'not' to shake ourselves dry, and use the towels instead. But, but, it's so fun to do! It seems to scratch some kind of instinctual itch, I do understand why they don't want us to do it though.

Anyway, clean and dry, I get dressed in the normal school uniform then head out of the locker room to my next class. Mr. Davidson's science class, with Diane sitting right behind me. Because I had to take a shower after gym, Diane is already in her seat by the time I arrive.

She's on her cell phone, so she doesn't notice me enter, only when I sit down at my desk in front of hers does she even look at me.

That's something that I should possibly try to get somehow. A cell phone, they were something everyone had last time I was in High-School. Mom and I didn't have the means to buy one, and fixing one made them too valuable to keep for personal use. But they seem to be a 'requirement' for being of any social standing.

With nothing else to do and, if I am being honest here, I'm a bit curious to whom she's talking to. Semi respectfully as well, I tilt an ear back to listen in on their conversation.

'Yes I know it was expensive, but you said we were going to a special dinner party Saturday. So I thought that dress would be appropriate dinner attire, besides, it needed to be specially dry-cleaned.' Oh, that. I can't make out what the person on the other end of the call is saying.

My hearing is better than it has ever been, but it's not super human, um, super Bio-morph? Only Mr. Davidson and I seem to be paying Diane any heed about her phone call though. I don't think he looks happy, if that's what his facial expression means.

Still having issues with that.

'Well, if so few people are going to be there, isn't it a good idea to make such a good first impression?' She pauses and let's out an annoyed sigh. 'Look, dad, if it will make you happy, I'll put a set of casual clothes in the trunk of the car, IF, I see I'm over-dressed for the occasion. If not, I would like you to thank me, especially if I end up impressing them like last time.' Another pause. 'Fine, I'll pay you back for the dry cleaning out of my allowance.' The tone sounds for the start of class, a second later Mr. Davidson stands, walking over to Diane's desk.

Plucking the cellphone deftly out of her hand Mr. Davidson holds it up to his head.

"Mr. Cobbler, I'm sorry, but Science class has started and Ms. Cobbler isn't allowed phone calls when class is in session." Tapping the screen he ends the call, then pockets the phone.

"Ms. Cobbler, you'll get the phone back at the end of class. Next time if you have something important to talk to your father about, please wait till 'after' school." I don't know if Mr. Davidson notices her body language, but what he just did completely pisses Diane off.

Her ears nearly for a split-second pin flat back on her head, while her tail bristles, but only for that short moment. Then they're back to normal like nothing happened.

'Yes Mr. Davidson.' Diane's voice strains with fake politeness. Her body language though screams restrained rage at him.

Some of it bleeds off onto me during class, when she's not being solely called on by Mr. Davidson, poking my tail with either a pencil or pen. I don't bother to turn around to find out what she's using.

Other than that, the rest of the class goes on like normal, and like Mr. Mathew's class, I'm assigned more advanced homework than everyone else.

The second the end of class tone sounds, Diane jumps out of her seat, storming over to Mr. Davidson's desk. The split-second after he places her phone down she swipes it up claws out. I'm in no hurry to be anywhere near her in this state, so I take my time packing up and heading out of the class.

That plan goes out the window the second I step out into the hallway, I'm suddenly grabbed by my shoulders and slammed into the nearby lockers, like Monday.

'Slut, you're lucky that asshole did that. I'm going to have to spend the time I was going to teach you a lesson for your disrespect on Monday smoothing things over with my father.' Pulling me forward and slamming me into the locker again she bares her teeth at me.

'Do me a favor, stay out of the mall from now on. It's 'my' territory, only those in my pack and those I deem worthy from this school are allowed to set foot in it.' She holds me there for a second longer before letting me go, snorting once, she walks off down the hallway, disappearing in the crowd.

Sighing I adjust my clothes and grumble at the fact her actions caused one of the bra straps to tangle in my fur, I spend longer than I want fixing that before making my way to home-room. Christine like always, nearly pounces me upon entering, and draws me into a hug. She sniffs my shoulder while I hug her back.

'Did Diane grab you?' Nodding once I gently let go of her.

'Yea, but nothing bad. Just grabbed me by the shoulder and slammed my back into the lockers. Told me to stay out of the mall, she thinks it's her territory.' Christine rolls her eyes at this, holding her hand I head on over to our normal table, setting my stuff down on it.

For once, Mr. Mathew walks over as we take our seats.

"Sorry about overhearing your conversation, I just want to make sure you're okay Ms. Strader." He Smiles politely.

'I'm alright. The only damage done was some of my fur getting tangled in my bra straps from how she grabbed my shoulders.' I return the smile.

"Alright, just inform me if she gets violent enough to cause any kind of injury, we both know the school won't do anything, but at that point we can get the police involved. Also, if you need to head to the restroom to fix that, you have permission to go." This time I have to force my smile and nod.

Cops acted similar to the administration in my last school, suspect the kid living in the jobless center. Not that I didn't bend the rules from time to time, only things as minor as trespassing to get at stuff in people's trash to repair.

'Thanks, but I fixed it on the way over here.' Nodding politely, he takes his seat at the teacher's desk, allowing us to take what we need out of our backpacks to work on our homework.

Since he's in the same room as us, we get an instant reply as soon as we finish our math homework, along with some encouragement to keep up the good work.

The rest of the period is more or less quiet, few of the other students are busy with their homework rather than conversing. If I had to guess, it's to get it out of the way, so they have the entire weekend to goof off.

The moment the tone sounds for the end of class, everyone, including us are already standing ready to head out and start our weekend. Having a lot of free time due to not being able to find work as well as lack of stuff to fix to sell, made me take it for granted.

Now that my free time is limited again, boy have I been looking forward to it, despite the fact mom will want an answer tonight if I'll behave tomorrow. Still, on the way to our lockers I keep a look out for Diane.

Seeing neither hide nor hair of her, and all our stuff packed into our backpacks, we make our way out of the school and to the light rail station.

'Holy shit, now I wish I could drive that pile of junk..' The station's elevated platform is absolutely packed. Beyond standing room only, just about every free inch of floor space is taken and it takes us several minutes of waiting to get up to the platform itself.

At least the trains run on time, and on regular intervals, otherwise the wait would be longer. Doesn't stop the inside of the car being about as crowded as the platform.

Christine's pushed hard enough into my back I think I can feel the effect it's having on her nipples as her breasts are squished against me as I cling to an over head hand hold. I know for a fact it's having the same effect on me as mine are trying to occupy the same physical space as some male human in front of me.

Poor guy, probably has a hard on, I know I would've in his position over a year ago. Right now the rubbing caused by the jostling of the light rail car is having the expected reaction on those twin peaks. It's not helping that every breath I take I smell the masculine scent of the guy in front of me.

A bump in the track and my suspicion is confirmed as Christine is pushed a bit more into my back, her nipples, like mine, despite our bras, are rock hard.

The ordeal of being crammed into the rail car like sardines just suddenly, ends as we, thankfully, reach our stop, and follow the flow of skin and fur out into the station for our neighborhood.

'Here I thought I would never have to experience that again!' Christine blurts out as we 'fix' our clothing before crossing the street and entering fur town proper. I just gasp and pant in the now fresh air and try to regain my composure.

'You've actually had to go through that before?!' Looking over at Christine after the scent of that guy I was being pushed into fades from my sinuses.

'Remember, I told you I used to live on the streets. Means using public transport if you want to go anywhere without walking, even during rush hour. It was 'always' like that, packed like sardines, breasts smashed into the poor, or lucky soul in front of you. While you dealt with being groped and not being able to stop it.' Just past crossing the street I come to a halt and let my tail bristle while my ears perk up in agitation.

'Someone groped you!' Christine sighs and places her hand on my shoulder while urging me to keep walking.

'Alpha Jackie, It's okay. I'm fine, and there really isn't anything you can do about it. That's why it happens, even in the female only cars back where I roamed the streets.' Sighing once and with her urging I resume walking alongside her.

'I guess, still, it irks me that you were attacked and I couldn't do anything about it.' Pausing as we cross another street, our home is less than a block away. 'Gah! This has to be the worst part of being female. Back when I was a guy things would've settled down by now, I'm still kinda revved up after all that rubbing!' Speaking of which I think Christine still is too, if what the subtle change in her scent tells me.

Christine speeds up a little as we reach the driveway and head for the front door, her tail has started swishing back and forth as she takes the house keys out of her backpack.

'Poor sis, all warmed up and with no one to scratch the itch, however will you cope.' Christine opens the door, her tone is playful mocking and not with any malice. With her in front of me, she misses the mischievous grin on my muzzle.

To get my revenge for that, as soon as the front door is closed behind me I playfully smack her ass. A loud yip erupts from her muzzle, the change in her scent spikes, and I just laugh as she turns around to glare at me.

'I know you're in the same boat sis.' I tap my nose. 'I can smell it.' I exchange my school shoes for the indoor pair as Christine just sheds hers. 'How about we go do something to distract ourselves from this. I'd rather not be in the middle of playing with myself when Flint comes home and it being only him and us.' Walking past her I head upstairs to my room.

Christine heads for hers and as I'm in the middle of choosing what 'normal' clothes I want to wear while standing in my underwear, she enters my room and sits on the bed.

I settle for a pair of jean shorts and a rusty orange top.

'So, sis. What are you going to tell mom about your feelings about your father?' Well, I wanted a distraction.

'A bit obvious what I'm going say, isn't it? I'm going to say that I've dealt with my anger at him, so I can be there to hear his excuse. To see who he chose to replace mom and I with.' I have dealt with some of my anger. Enough that I don't want to rip his throat out, but I'm still mad at him. I also want to know who their new 'kid' is. I'm going to laugh if it's that mouse girl in my gym class.

'I understand, but, if that's what you're going to say, you're going to have to control your body language better.' Christine points to my tail and ears.

I didn't notice that my tail started to lash about and my ears had pinned themselves to my head as I talked. Damn fluffy appendage, I love it and hate it at the same time.

Calming my tail down I walk over to the desk and plop down in front of the computer, letting out a sigh as I turn it on.

'Personally, this is all kinda crazy and unfair. Crazy that we just so happen to choose the city to live in that he moved to all those years ago, unfair that I have to hide who I am, so I can't even show him the anger from all the pain he caused us.' Loading up the web browser I go to a few sites, only for Christine to move next to me.

'Load up the school's social site too sis.' Glaring at her, I want my forty-eight hours of freedom to not contain anything school related.

'Don't look at me like that, you said you wanted to not be low in the social pecking order. School gossip doesn't end at the end of the school week. Gotta keep up, or you're going to fall behind and then lower in the ranks.' Rolling my eyes I load it up and log in.

'Yea it is crazy.' Christine pauses as we hear the front door open and close, Flint is home. 'But..' Christine plops herself down on the edge of my bed. 'I don't think it's unfair. Unfair is, not being able to say goodbye..' Oh, right. I've been too focused on myself that what happened to her mother and father slipped my mind.

Abandoning the computer, what I was doing seems less important now, I sit next to and pull Christine into a tight hug. In turn, she leans into me and rubs her muzzle against my chin. We stay like this for the remainder of the time between when Flint arrives home and everyone does.

Reluctantly, I let her go, Mom's home and I know she'll both want an answer, and for me to help her again in cooking dinner. The latter is not as bad as it was at the start of the week, mainly because of the time I get to spend with her.

Making sure Christine is fine by herself, I head out of my room and downstairs to greet mom with a hug. She's waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, and I wave hello to Patrick who's standing near the door. Patrick heads into the living room after waving back.

Hugging me back, I rub my muzzle under her chin once before letting go.

"Considering the dinners this week haven't been something you didn't have much fun preparing, I thought for tonight we'd do something you'd like." Leading me into the kitchen, she places a plastic grocery bag on the counter before opening a nearby cabinet and taking out one of those stove top grills.

Thanks to this muzzle of mine I can already tell that the bag has hamburger meat in it, my tail starts to wag of it's own accord. Burgers were a treat when I was growing up. Sure they were from the local fast food chains, no not the higher class ones that win awards.

The standard ones that were on every corner, every two or three blocks it seems.

'So hamburgers?' Mom smiles and nods, in return I grin. This will be, the first time I've had them since I was converted. Not counting the simple one the driver who 'delivered' to me to Mauri's gave me.

I take out the packaged meat as mom sets up the electric indoor grill. Taking out the cutting board as it warms up she pauses and looks over to me.

"So, what's your decision? Will you behave or will I have to find something for you to do outside the house tomorrow evening?" I knew this question was coming.

Leaning against the counter I focus on keeping my tail still and my ears up and forward, my arms though fold across each other under my bust, a position I've found natural, hell, I end up doing it like mom does.

'I've dealt with it and I'll behave. I won't lie and say it doesn't hurt though.' Looking over at her I force myself to make eye contact. Something that feels different as I am now, sure I can do it with teachers and strangers no problem.

But mom slots neatly into 'she's your alpha female, pay respects goddammit' instinct, so making eye contact now feels like I'm making an undue aggressive action at her. I silence it because since I was human, I know it's needed to convey seriousness.

It also makes keeping my tail still, and not curling between my legs a chore as well as keeping my ears up and forward.

"I can tell you're not telling me everything, but, I'm going to hold you to your word. I'll have to punish you if you break your word, like a good parent should. But, I figure I won't have to, you're still enough of the old jack to have the personal responsibility of an adult, god knows so many adults both men and women lack that." Tilting my head a bit I have to wonder how, how could she know?

I've told no one but Christine, I kept my ears and tail where they should be. I even kept my voice calm and made eye contact. By all accounts she shouldn't be able to tell that yes, I am telling a half-truth.

I'm about to ask, but she beats me to it.

"It's a mom thing honey, you'll get it when you have your own kids. Um, cubs? Kits? You know what I mean. I raised you and I know exactly how you act. No I won't tell you what gave it away, but I'm going to trust you to keep to your word okay?" With a single nod I answer her, then with that out of the way she starts instructing me on how to make hamburgers.

Mom makes the buns as she instructs me on how to turn the ground beef into patties while also mixing in spices and in some, bits of vegetables. It isn't long till the entire kitchen and I would guess most of the house is filled with the literally mouth watering scent of frying meat.

I think I even hear the footfalls of Christine and looking over, the tip of her snout peeking around the corner. Only for it to get hit by a cloth pad.

"Out, dinner's not ready yet and you'll get your turn Christine. Jackie gets to go first, since she's older." Christine whines, I just have to giggle at her antics.

'But, I'm the older one though, and that smells delicious.' Mom laughs as I place another burger on the grill.

"Only outside of the house Christine, I love you like my own daughter, but Jackie is my daughter, so she goes first. Next week is your turn for cooking lessons." I like the time I've spent with mom, it's helped me bond with her again, in a new and exciting way if I'm being honest.

But, I do kinda want some personal time too, so I guess I'm okay with doing it every other week.

'Fine.' Putting on a very fake mock outrage tone in her voice, I hear her walk over to the living room, then the protesting sounds of Patrick. That by the sounds of which, she just decided to sit on his lap and nuzzles his chin, treating him as an alpha.

Of course, then I hear Flint protesting, only to be silenced by the tanners.

We continue cooking dinner in silence more or less, other than the obvious small talk, like how was school and what not. A package is delivered and as we finish up the burgers, fries, getting out some other side dishes like chips.

I can pretty much guess what it is, and I have to hide a blush as I see Patrick taking it upstairs, then returning a minute or so later as mom and I set the table.

Dinner itself goes without a hitch, every single bite of the burger is divine and somehow satisfies a primal urge that I didn't know about. Most likely from the part of the bio-morph genome that's lupine.

This is of course countered by Flint's obsession at trying to find my fur in the food. Followed by the scolding of the Tanners to their youngest son for his behavior.

Since I helped make dinner, I have to help put away the left overs, so Christine is allowed to head upstairs before I can. Because of that, when mother finally allows me to head upstairs for the night. I find Christine laying on my bed, the plain brown box a bit smaller than a shoe box in front of her, poking at it with a claw tip till she hears me enter.

Whereupon she looks over at me and giggles at my blush.

'Your blush tells me everything I need to know about what is inside the box.' Whining, I walk over to my computer and wake it up from sleep.

'Just, leave it alone, please.' Of course, Christine does no such thing. The sound of her claw tip cutting the tape and the box opening fills my room. No, no.. I mean on a logical level I know Christine must've had at least one growing up as Ashley, still..

Moving quickly I pounce at her from the computer chair, only for her to roll to the side causing me to miss. She then starts playing keep away with the box, moving it out of my reach as we roll around on my bed, sending pillows flying.

Christine giggles all the while this happens, but unlucky for me, all the shaking of the package causes the remaining tape to tear open, dumping the dildo, the packing paperwork, and more packing peanuts than I thought such a small box could hold, all over us and the bed.

The dildo, of course lands in Christine's lap, and she picks up the shipping insert.

'Human shaped, but with an optional knot, for the woman who wants the best of both worlds.' She reads aloud, some curiosity in her voice. My ears just burn from how much it causes me to blush.

Without thinking, I yank the paper, and the dildo, which is still in its plastic shell, out of her hands. Launching myself off the bed I throw open a random dresser drawer, move aside the clothing inside, stuff the admittedly curiously attractive adult toy as far back as I can manage, and slam the drawer shut.

'Just, forget you saw that... Please.' Looking back at her and allowing my tail to swish back and forth quickly.

'Awww, sis loves getting dicked.' That sweet, teasing and giggling tone of voice just sends my ears flat back. She wants to play like that, fine. Grinning I tense up, and then leap at her intending to pounce on her.

My body follows a limber curving arc that feels, natural, but I have to consciously adjust my arms and legs to land on either side of her rather than on her.

'Can you please stop that?' The moment the words leave my mouth, I regret saying them. Due to the heat of the moment I put a bit too much authority into the tone of my voice.

The result is predictable, Christine visibly locks up due to her P.I.D. Her tail curls between her legs, and she bares her neck at me while whining loudly. Sighing silently I lean down and give a light nip on her neck. As I let go, she relaxes, but the playful atmosphere is gone. So I move to lay down next to her.

'Alpha Jackie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone that far in teasing you, I just found it, cute.' Her disorder is still in control since she's addressing my by my pack title.

Sitting up I pull her up into a hug while patting her back to reassure her.

'No. You did nothing wrong, I'm not mad at you gently teasing me like that, It's just, I'm not used to this. You probably had one of those for years before running away considering you grew up female. I was a guy up to a little over a year ago, guy's kinda just, need their hands.' Rubbing her head a couple of times I let her go.

Christine straightens out and looks back at me, with a bit of sadness on her face.

'Yea, but it doesn't help that the moment you said that with that tone of voice I acted without thinking, I thought I had better control of it.' Personally, I think she's doing well considering, so I do more or less lay the blame on my shoulders.

'Yes, it didn't help, still, I shouldn't have acted without thinking and shouldn't have put that tone of authority in my voice. After all if Mauri used that tone on me back when we were at well, at that place. I would've been compelled to obey, just not as strongly as you are.' Christine nods once then looks down to her hands in her lap.

Not to mention I feel guilty at the fact that this whole thing has stopped what was a bit of fun sisterly bonding. Something I've become quite addicted to.

The silence in the room is only broken by the muffled but still audible sounds coming from the rest of the house. Mom, Patrick, Flint, and the Tanners. They're talking about something but not loud enough for me to make it out with my hearing.

Idly I pick up one of the scattered packing peanuts, watching as it clings to the fur on my hand by sheer static electricity. Christine hasn't moved , she's still sitting there staring at her hands.

Maybe this will cheer her up?

With a small grin I raise my hand and flick the packing peanut using my forefinger and thumb at her. It sticks to her body just as well as it stuck to my hand. Christine though hasn't noticed this.

So I pick up a few more and just flick them at her, one at a time, a grin on my muzzle forming slowly, till it's a full on mischievous. Then one lands on her nose and I watch as she goes cross-eyed looking at it.

With a loud snort, almost a sneeze, she blows that one off of her, so I pick up a small handful and dump it onto her head while letting out a giggle. The ones that don't stick to my hand, readily stick to her head fur.

Finally this gets Christine's attention. Slowly looking back over at me a grin emerges on her muzzle while her ears move to be fully forward and erect. Letting out a small yip, she takes one off of herself and throws it back at me.

It lands on the bridge of my muzzle, causing me to go cross-eyed for a moment like she did. The mood in the room instantly changes back as both of us scramble to pick up as many of the packing peanuts as we can around us.

One wordless moment passes between us, and we're off. Tossing packing peanuts at each other while dashing around the small room for what little cover it provides. To avoid the ones the other throws, but still ends up in our fur by the power of static electricity.

By the end of our little 'fight', which was decided wordlessly when both of us run out of ammo. My entire room is littered with them and both of us have them all throughout our fur, even in our tails. My right ear twitches to try to dislodge one but the movement just keeps it stuck there. Eventually I just reach up and flick it off with a finger.

Glancing at my alarm clock I let out a sigh.

'Maybe we should get cleaned up for bed, it's getting late.' Christine nods, and we help each other remove the packing peanuts form our collective fur. A minority of the little styrofoam pieces to be honest.

I gather what I need and head out of my room to go take my shower, like most everything else, I have to go first before Christine is comfortable doing it as well.

Reentering my room I pause in surprise, I wasn't gone that long but in that short amount of time Christine has managed to find all the packing peanuts, and stuffed them into my trash bin. The box my 'toy' came in is cut open and folded up next to it.

'Thanks.' Smiling at Christine as she walks over to me and gives me a hug, while handing me a fur brush.

'I'm going to take my shower..' She pauses, then grins. 'I'll let you try the toy tonight, so I'll try to sleep in my own room. Though, don't be surprised if I sneak in later.' Sighing as I fight the blush crawling up my ears I sit down on the side of my bed, strip to my underwear, and start brushing my fur.

Christine just giggles all the way to the bathroom.

For my part, I'm just lost in the sensation of the brushing, well, for a bit. My eyes lock onto the drawer I stuffed the toy into in my haste to hide it from sis, and my thoughts wander.

They bounce between wondering how it will feel, will feel different from the real thing? How will it feel with a knot? And, remembering the fun I had with Patrick my first day out of the hospital.

Thinking back to that is turning me on something fierce. So I'm squirming on the spot by the time I work out the tangles in my tail, the sensation of which 'isn't' helping. I make a mental note that pulling my tail may be a kink of mine.

Ignoring the noises coming through the wall from Christine's room, and what's coming from downstairs, I drop the brush onto my nightstand, stand, remove my underwear, then walk over to the drawer.

I have to laugh at myself, the drawer I randomly stuffed it into is my pantie one, talk about obvious and stereotypical. I'll have to find another place later, right now, I remove the clam-shell package, open it, insert the batteries and toss the unneeded packaging in the general direction of the trash.

Looking it over as I walk back to my bed I sniff it, then lick it. Imagining I'm doing this to Patrick makes it taste better, and It's not long before I have my answer. A dildo is no substitute for an actual dick, but it's leagues better than my fingers and goes deep enough inside to scratch that itch that I couldn't get at.

I'll have to thank mom, now I won't go too crazy as long as I have this until I can get some private time with Patrick for the real thing.

Thoroughly spent, and utterly satisfied, I drop it on my nightstand as well. Curling up, sleep soon takes me.