Jimmy almost panicked at the sound of his mother's gasp, but the relaxation of his previous orgasms plus the buoying of his courage by possession of the album, helped him keep his cool. He casually faced her and said, "Hi, Mom. This is Angel."
Angel gave a cute wave. "Hi, Mrs. Smith."
"Uh ... hello," Mrs. Smith said, stepping into the room.
Jimmy tok some photos out from under the coffee table and put them on the table. "Angel and me are going for a walk. See you later."
As Jimmy and Angel left hand-in-hand, Louise Smith looked at the photos and gasped in even greater surprise. They were pictures she never thought to see again - pictures of her and her father engaging in depraved sex. Pictures that Jimmy had been showing to a girl he had been making out with
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"Are you sure about this?" Jimmy asked.
"Of course I am," Angel said. "Give her a while to think over everything. She'll realize she's in a untenable position and she'll cave in without pressure. There will be less resistance this way."
Angel looked around, absorbing every detail of the neighborhood; she hadn't had a chance to do a proper recon before.
She noted a dark van traveling slowly through the neighborhood, obviously taking photos with a hidden camera and/or scanning with some sort of detector. She tugged at Jimmy's hand and took him up a side-street.
They ran into some kids who knew Jimmy, and they immediately asked who she was.
Before Jimmy could say anything, Angel said "I'm Jimmy's girlfriend."
Jimmy began blushing.
One of the girls looked at them oddly. "Isn't she kind of young?"
Angel had noted before that she could pass for 10 or so, and that even a t-shirt hid her tiny breasts. "I'm short for my age," she said.
"I haven't seen you around school," the girl said.
"I just moved here," Angel said. "Haven't enrolled yet." She looked over her shoulder and saw the van had passed. "Come on, Jimmy, let's go."
As they left the kids, Jimmy had recovered from his fluster. "Why'd you do that?! Now it'll be all over the neighborhood!"
"Oh hush!" she said harshly. "You should be glad - you're now an official stud. You're man enough to claim yourself a woman and the others will respect that."
"HEY! JIMMY!" A boy ran up to the couple. "I heard Mark Henderson got put in the hospital yesterday! He and his buddies were looking for you! You know anything?"
Before Jimmy could say anything, Angel interrupted in her best young-girl voice. "Are those the mean boys you rescued me from, Jimmy? Oh you should have seen him! Wham! Pow! Zap! It was like watching Jean-Claude Van Damme!" Angel sighed, inwardly thanking God for giving her a strong stomach so she could say this crap.
The boy's eyes got huge. "What?! I don't believe it!"
"You calling me a liar?!" Angel nudged Jimmy. "Go on Jimmy! Knock his block off!"
Jimmy looked around, confused. "Huh? What?"
The boy put up his hands. "Hey, man! I don't want no trouble!"
Angel gave a huff, took Jimmy's arm, and walked away.
"What was that about?" he asked.
"You want everybody to think you're a weenie and take me away from you?" she said.
Jimmy scratched his head. "Well, no ..."
Angel smiled at him. Inside herself, she was really beginning to like him, but he needed firming up. She knew that her original plan of using him as camouflage was falling apart, and that she was beginning to see him as something more than a resource. She would have bolted, but that van had piqued her suspicions - it wasn't safe to move now. Besides which, she didn't have the resources to move.
Angel considered the possibility that her new body had a mating instinct of some sort, bonding her to him. If that was the case, she might have no choice but to care about him. If that was the case, she might as well set about making a man out of him. Not just teaching him how to fuck (which she had to admit he was already pretty damn good at) but how to stand up for himself and take charge.
Well, if a manly soldier could become an childlike elfin dickgirl, then maybe a 12-year-old boy could become a rough-and-ready man.
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At the secret lab, the Doctor was gone, and only Angel 13 was left.
A lab technician noted the tiny fangs, the slight fur covering, the slitted eyes, the growing. Somehow, Angel 13 was becoming a catgirl.