I hoped it wasn’t a man at the door. I didn’t want to have to find something to put on.My youngest said something, but not loud enough for me to c...atch it. The words did sound kinky. Knowing Anabella, they were.I reached the door and peered through the peephole. Jolene, Kayleen’s daughter, stood on the porch. Even distorted by the fish-eye lens, she looked cute. My futa-dick throbbed. I knew she and her mother had an incestuous relationship.Every mother should with her daughters.I opened the. It was a no-nonsense kind of pull, not a sexy one.“Ow, gah, softer!” I said, squirming.“Oh, sorry. How’s this?” she asked, and her grip loosened a little. “Better,” I said. I relaxed a little and enjoyed the feeling of her hand as it gently tugged on me. She stared down at it expectantly. “Why isn’t it working?” she asked.“It takes time.”“How much?”“I don’t know. As long as it takes,” I said, feeling pressured. I was still soft, which made me embarrassed. “It has to be hard first.”“How do I. When I was completely dressed from head to toe I was not a man anymore,I was all woman. I looked like my mom in her wedding pictures. It feltreally weird cause I began to think of myself as a woman. It reallyscared me, but Candie said this was a good thing. The more I stay incharacter the better off we will be in the long run. I began to thinklike a woman, walk like a woman, and talk like one too. I had to learnto sit like a woman too. By the time I was done with all my lessons itwas nearly. " But Madoka," I cried as I squirmed in Bethany's grip."She is fine," Bethany told me. "You do have five sister concubines. We made sure that Madoka was fed and changed. We even allowed her to sleep on your chest for a while. You both slept better while she was in here."I raised my head and looked around. We appeared to be back home, but I did not see Madoka or a crib in the room. "She's not here," I muttered."She woke up a while ago," Bethany said. "You needed more sleep. Do you realize that.