Thirteen years have passed. You have grown from a small four year old kit to a shapely seventeen year old vixen. You were placed in a foster home with three older kids. Two boys, Sam, who is six, and Max, who is seven, and a girl named Marie, who is eight.
All three were scared of you at first, but as the weeks and months passed, they became as close to you as real brothers and sister, even sticking up for you from bullies because of your appearance. Eventually, you find it hard to remember what life was like without them.
You now stand roughly six feet tall, with a three foot tail. You wear size C-cup bras.
One day, while you're during your English homework, your phone next to your bed rings. You reach over and pick up the receiver. "Hello?" You say.
"Hey, it's me." It's your boyfriend, Tim.
"Hey, me." You tease.
"Funny. Hey, want to go out tonight? I got tickets to the movies."