Monica finallylet out a sigh. "I, I wanted to avoid this topic, but I guess it is better to get this out of the way in the beginning, it will make what follows, while still difficult, much, much easier. If you truly who you said you were. That you were a teenager named Ty, who had a foster family you hated. Then I deeply regret to inform you that I was once your foster mother, June."
You didn't say anything, because you didn't know what to do. You hated June, but Monica was currently your only friend.
Taking your silence as your conflicting thought, Monica continued "I won't ask you to forgive me, but I feel like I should at least explain myself. You see, I had hoped that you would never discover this side of me, or become a part of this world. And the best way to do that was to make you hate me. That way you would not look into my business, and when I had to leave for a while, you wouldn't miss me, and would be able to relax a bit. Or at least I had hoped that would happen. It is a common practice for us who are not human, but still living in human society to try and distance ourselves from our "temp" families. And the easiest way is to build a bad relarionship with them."
You understand what she was saying. It actually made sense from her side. But you couldn't accept her abuse of you. At least, without some kind of compensation.
"Well, your plan failed tremendously. Here I am, a trophy bitch, JUST LIKE YOU. Some "protection" you provided. Really, I hope it was worth it to abuse your own stepson like that. If you really are sorry, you will need to make it up to me. And I don't think I will be able to won over with just an apology."
"I know, and I am willing to do whatever I can."
"Fine, as long as you are willing to, then please properly teach me how to be a wife for my husband when I become more human. I have never been a women, so I have no idea what to do with my eventual body."
Monica waited for more, but it never came. Confused, she asked "umm, is that it? Like, you can ask for anything I could do. And that is it?"
"Well, honestly yeah, for now at least. You were not much of a mother, but maybe you could be a better sex friend to me as compensation. Give me advice, help me be a women that Garp can be proud to show off. Um, also, if you could help me with my heat issues and raising a litter in the future, I would appreciate it." You decided to not be overly harsh on her since she did have an actually good reason. Well as good as a terrible thing can be anyways. But the bigger reason was because she was literally the only other female besides yourself that you know of. Plus you are likely to spend a lot of time with her, so burying the hatchet wasn't a bad idea while you still could.
"Then I will do my best to raise my daughter properly this time. Except now, as her friend instead of her mother."
You weren't fully ok with this, but were willing to make it better for yourself when you easily could. If that meant forgiving your stepmother, then so be it. Plus you had your powers, if she disappointed you again, you could simply erase her. This was her second chance and you wont give her a third. "Lets drop this for now, Monica. I do want to ask you a question I have had for a while now."
"Sure sweetie, er, Kelsey".
"Will I eventually be a women with 8 tits?" You ask as you get up from your laying down position to sit on your bed, revealing your wet torso to a shocked Monica. Your tits were just beginning to drip milk at a notable rate. It wasn'tfast or consistent, but every few seconds a drop would fall from one of your nipples.
"Damn it, that is seriously fucking sexy. You are definitely going to be hot as fuck. I am actually super jealous of you, bitch. If I had to say, I would guess you will keep them forever. I cant believe you will be more of a women than me. Guess Garp really hopes to breed you a bunch."
"Does that have anythinv to do with it?" You ask.
"Big time. My hubby wanted me to be energetic, athletic, happy, and extremely sociable. Which shaped my current self. If I had to guess, Garp wanted you to be motherly, extremely feminine, horny, and if I had to guess, a bit of a slut." Monica said, while pulling your clit ring once again, causing you to squirt a little. "Let me correct my self. You are a massive slut. I can tell because you are not even trying to hide your enjoyment with me playing your clitty ring."
You were enjoying being played with apparently way more than Monica was comfortable with. "Alright slut, turn it down a bit. I'm happy to tease you, but I feel it wouldn't really..."
You cut her off exclaiming "don't care, just keep pulling on my clit ring. This feels so fucking good. Your fingers are amazing."
"Well I guess I can, but on another matter, you are currently becomming more human you know."
Hearing that, you check your body over for any changes. Finally you manage to find what she meant, your fingers are no longer stubby paws. They have become delicate and very feminine, with black nails and small pads on the undersides. From the back, it looked like a women's hand. One who had well manicured nails. The entire hand was now a somewhat pale caucasian color, and was devoid of all fur.
Taking your new fingers, you begin rubbing them around your teats, enjoying how the rough pads felt on your sensitive skin. You continued to play with yourself while Monica inspected you for more human parts. And after an hour of this, you had mostly human arms, face, head, legs, and body. Just a few patches remained dog-like, which even now were beginning to fade back into human form. Your fur had become your ass length snow white hair, which matched your tail.
"Yep, you are definitely a 10/10 in terms of hotness. It is kind of infuriating actually just how sexy you are. You were not even a girl a week ago and now you got a figure people have literally killed to have. Seriously, give me half of your tits, like share the wealth you slutty bitch!" Monica began flicking your nipples with both hands, while she kneels on your arms. Your tits are already to the point where all 8 were leaking a steady dribble of milk, and when she flicked them, milk would splatter all over the both of you.
Monica and you were in the mood now and began making out. Your longer tongues made it feel even better. Monica began fingering you, being careful to not touch your clit ring. She wanted to build your orgasm up for Garp, who would be back in a bit with her own husband. Garp had invited them to join in the evening's fun as long as Monica had gottten Kelsey properly horny by the time they got home.