Kat and her parents were happy at first to have cutesy Danielle in their lives. Extremely happy, even. But soon, it changed.
Because Danielle was definitely a hard baby to take care of. She hated everyone, it seemed. She was cranky at all hours of the day. At first, Kat had tried breastfeeding her daughter but soon she had to bottle-feed her. That awful little brat pinched and bit her nipples at each feeding! It hurt terribly! Her nipples and breasts were not only encrusted and caked with flakes of dried maternal milk but red, swollen and with little scars and bite marks too. Disgusting! And as Danielle loved to cry in the dead of night, waking everyone up, to be fussy while demanding a bottle and soiling her diaper with excrements right after she was put back into her crib, all in the house were exhausted during the day. They barely slept a wink at night. Danielle screamed at the top of her lungs, sometimes for absolutely no reason at all. She vomited at each burp and soiled diapers as soon as the were changed. The only times she didn’t cry was when she was sleeping, in fact. Kat was loosing her good looks fast with the disturbed nights. Her hair was getting dishevelled and her skin saggy. Her clothes were getting dirty and she started to look positively ratty. Her eyes looked tired constantly too. Her magic was fading with her lack of energy. Kat's parents did not know what Danielle's problem was but Kat knew. Her former brother was furious at his condition and was taking his revenge. Well, two could play this game. If he hated his new privacy, girly cutesy outfits and feminine condition, well, she'd make him regret his penis and scrotum even more! She had a perfect plan to get rid of Danielle.
She explained to her parents that it was all a mistake, that she was too young to be a mother and that Danielle was just too problematic. It was atrociously hard but she it was best to give Danielle up for adoption. A spell made her parents fully agree. So Kat went to an adoption centre and left Danielle there. Danielle was torn in thinking if it was a good thing or not. He was still a girl and... Who would adopt her? What if no one picked her? What situation was worse? Should she really have acted like a brat? Little did she know that his former sister had placed a spell on which parents would adopt her and upon Danielle as well. Slowly but inexorably, she would start loving all things feminine and girly, her masculine tastes receding in the background and she helpless to stop it.