Liam Daniells started as his alarm went off, waking him from a dead sleep, then with a groan the thirty-two year old Fennec Fox rolled over and slapped his alarm clock.  He had to work an overnight shift tonight at work for Black Friday so instead of spending Thanksgiving with his wife, he had to sleep the entire day so he wouldn’t fall asleep on the job.  Rubbing his eyes as he sat up, he muttered incoherently to himself about the fucking tragedy of it all.

	He and his wife, Sabrina, had planned months ago to spend today fucking like a pair of rabbits and working on making a baby then enjoying a quiet dinner before staying home all day Black Friday to avoid crazy people.  Rather unexpectedly though, he’d gotten a call for an application he’d put in the previous week and when he’d gone in for an interview, he’d been hired on the spot for reasons he was beginning to think had nothing to do with his excellent work ethic and personal hygiene.

	Zombie shuffling his way out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of pink polka dotted boxers, he grumbled a hello to his wife who was watching Mootube videos on her computer.  The smell of rich, delicious chocolate coffee wrapped him in its sweet, loving embrace as he crossed the living room and entered the kitchen.  No sooner had he poured himself a cup and was about to take a sip than his beautiful Black Egyptian Jackal wrapped her arms around him from behind and rubbed his belly.  “Morning, sexy man,” she growled against his back playfully, pressing her tits more firmly against him as her hands dropped to grope him through his boxers.

	He smiled a little as he sipped once at his coffee then replied as he set the mug down.  “Hello to you too, Bri,” he replied, turning in her arms only to wrap his own around her and hug her close.  He went to kiss her but she wrinkled her nose and turned her head.

	“Holy crap wow!  No, sweetie, your morning breath is not the best of things ever,” she told him, pulling away.  “Drink some more coffee then you can kiss me,” she explained.

	“Oh baby, you know you love my stinky,” he teased softly though he directed his head away from hers while he said it, his big ole grin and words earning him a thump on the arm.

	“I love you, not your gross morning breath,” she informed him matter-of-factly then laughed a beautiful laugh as she turned and walked back into the living room.  Liam’s eyes glued themselves to his wife’s fine, panty-clad ass the whole duration of her walking away until she was out of sight.  Damn he was a lucky man, he thought to himself with a smile.

	His big left ear flicked a little so he raised his left hand and scratched at it a bit while he turned back around and picked up his coffee cup, taking another sip.  It still wasn’t doctored so it was bitter, but the caffeine woke him up enough to at least look at the time.  Sure enough, he was running late.  “Fuuuuuuuck!” he cried, taking one last gulp of hot coffee before rushing to the bathroom to shower.

	“What’s wrong?” his wife asked while dodging to the side to avoid the pair of boxers tossed at her, the golden caps at the ends of each of her hair’s many braids clicking together in the process.

	“I’m bloody late is what’s wrong! I know I set my alarm right! Right?” he asked as he bent over, turning on the shower.  When he didn’t get an answer, he looked over his shoulder at his wife who was staring at his ass with a hungry look that would have aroused him if he wasn’t annoyed.  “Stop ogling my ass, woman!” he said before chuckling a little despite his annoyance.

	“You have a fine ass.  What am I supposed to do when you point it right at me?” she replied nonchalantly, as if it was obvious that ogling it was the appropriate response.  “Besides, I wasn’t paying attention to the time either.  I’m sorry you woke up later than you wanted but it’s still only 3pm.  You don’t have to be at work till 6, you dingus.”

	“Traffic on the 5, love,” he replied simply as he climbed into the shower.  “You know it’s going to be packed.  It always is!  Plus it’s the holidays so it will be even worse,” he told her as he quickly got himself wet and scrubbed his body with soap.  “I don’t want to be late to my first actual shift at my first real job in almost a year.”

	“True, true,” Bri replied with a sigh, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe while crossing her arms under her supple C-cup breasts whose hard nipples were obvious against the fabric of her loose top.  “I wish you didn’t have to work today.  We had plans but…”

	“But you’re happy I’m working again, right?”

	“Yeah,” she admitted with a sigh, “At least you’re working again.  You’ve always looked so downtrodden since you got laid off last year.”

	Liam hesitated a little in the shower before sighing and finishing up.  As he climbed out of the shower, all steamy and wet, he grabbed a towel and replied, “Well yeah.  I was the bread winner before my lay-off then suddenly I was a couch potato no one wanted to hire.  Over qualification, my ass.”  He grimaced as he remembered all the interviews he’d had in the past year and how many rejections he’d gotten.  “I never expected we’d have to live off your income, honey,” he admitted to her as he dried off.

	While her eyes watched with fascination as his cock flopped about and jiggled with his movements, she replied, “Neither did I.  I don’t make much cause of the budget cuts and my low rank…”

	He nodded and looked over at her, his hazel eyes sad, “At least I’m working again… even if it is a seasonal job at minimum wage.”

	She nodded quietly too and accepted his hug when he wrapped the towel around his waist then walked over and pulled her close.  “I don’t get why they laid you off.  The company was expanding!  Wasn’t it?”

	“Yes it was.  Probably still is.  I guess I was just getting paid too much for their tastes,” he told her as he rubbed her back, feeling her lack of bra both in her tits against his chest and the lack of a strap across her back under her shirt.  He nuzzled her head near her ear, breathing in her scent of the desert oasis and salt.  “God I wish I could stay here with you tonight.  Your cunt, my cock, all night, yes.”

	She groaned a little and pushed him back.  “Don’t you dare get me wet then run off to work,” she warned with a smile before walking with him back into the bedroom.  She sat down on the bed and watched him with her green-gold eyes as he quickly dressed in nice black khakis, a dark blue button down shirt, a black leather belt and a silver tie.  Once he pulled on his black non-skid shoes, he looked damn handsome.  “Nnnnhh.  You’re one fine man,” she told him with a wiggle.

	“All these years and I still turn you on that much just by dressing up,” he said with a smile.  They’d been married since he was twenty-four and she was twenty.  Eight years of love and loyalty, being each other’s best friend and closest companion.  They rarely fought, rarely raised their voices at each other and always seemed to know what to say to cheer up the other.  The only sticklers they’d faced during their marriage had been his getting laid off and what appeared to be a complete incompatibility in their genes.  They couldn’t have kids as far as the doctors they’d seen could tell.  It wasn’t like they were two completely different species like spiders and snakes.  They were both canines so it should have been okay… but it just wasn’t to be.

	“You should get going before I rip your clothes off and fuck you right here, consequences be damned,” she warned him, chewing on her lower lip, her right hand slipping between her legs to rub her pussy through her red panties.

	“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, torn but knowing he’d have to be an adult today as he left the room.

	“Don’t ma’am me! I work for a living, thank you very much!” she called after him with humor in her tone.

	After seeing him out the door, Sabrina sighed and locked the door behind him, leaning against the cool wood with her eyes closed.  Fuck she was horny, and she knew he had to be too from the way he’d almost not left.  Maybe she’d get laid in the morning when he came home, she thought to herself with an excited wiggle, a smile on her lips as she retrieved herself a glass of water and sat back down to watch another Harkiplier video.

	The drive to work was quite possibly the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life.  Not because he constantly wanted to cut a U-turn and go back to fuck his wife, but because it seemed like every single driver he saw was out to kill him with their absolute stupidity.  The rain that had begun to fall wasn’t helping either.  California drivers seemed to flip their shit whenever even a single drop of rain fell from the vast blue sky and Liam was starting to wonder if God himself didn’t make it rain so infrequently here just so this circus could amuse him every now and then.

	A thirty minute drive took well over an hour and when he finally parked his car in the Hoardstrom parking lot, he had to rest his forehead against the steering wheel for a bit and calm himself.  He’d never been so scared and as angry as he was right this moment.  How many times had he nearly been run off the highway? Too many times.  Raising his head and shaking it, he took a breath.  After quickly checking his reflection in the rearview mirror of his Mord Mocus, he climbed out of his car and quickly ran over to the shelter of the overhanging signs.

	The mall he worked in was an outdoor mall, something he’d not seen anywhere except California, so he couldn’t exactly fully escape the rain.  Especially since he parked on the completely opposite side of the mall from the store he worked in, Stacy’s.  Moving quickly, he made his way through the mall while texting his wife that he was there.  She responded almost instantly that she was glad and that she would be heading to bed for the night.  Seconds later he received a picture message, which when he opened it, showed him the very sexy sight of his wife naked in their bed, her chocolate colored nipples nice and hard as if begging for him to suck on them.  “That’s so not cool,” he said in a hot sigh, his cock waking up.

	Snapping his phone shut, he took a deep breath to clear his head then quickly made his way to the employee entrance of his work.  Once inside, he made his way to the employee lunch room, plopping himself down in a chair, his hands reaching up to fuss with his large ears as if hoping to dry them.  Tonight was supposed to be the busiest day of the year and the crowd of employees loitering around waiting for the night to start showed it.  He knew there was around a hundred employees working here and just counting one a few in the room he could see that nearly everyone was here.

	It was already after five right now so they’d be opening up the three floored store soon.  Feeling antsy, he stood and left the employee break room to head over to the executive office about getting a nametag.  As he walked through the women’s clothing section, his eyes didn’t linger on the products.  He wasn’t interested in the articles because his wife didn’t wear them.  She usually stuck to a handmade wrap or wore his t-shirts along with jeans when they went out into public.  Sometimes she wore a long skirt and a tank top, but that was fewer times a year than he had fingers on his right hand.  When they were home… well, there wasn’t many times they opted to wear clothes.  Especially since they’d sold their mansion and moved into that tiny ass apartment.

	He winced at the memory of himself coming home one day to find her writing on her computer peacefully only to shatter that peace by telling her he got laid off.  Within a week they’d sold the house and the majority of the furniture and had moved into their current apartment which was all they could afford on her pay.  Though the perks like free health insurance and complete job stability that came with being in the Navy were nice, the very low pay that absolutely could not support two adults in San Diego was a real pain.  They’d only barely scrapped by during the last year and their savings were almost completely empty.

	Shaking his head to push away the pain, he walked into the office and spoke briefly to the woman sitting at the desk.  Twenty minutes later and he had himself a fresh, shiny new nametag and was heading down the escalator to his department.  He’d been assigned to Men’s furnishings.  Basically he would be dealing with suits, ties, dress shirts, underwear and socks the whole night.  It wasn’t a bad gig, but considering he didn’t get off work until 3 am, he wasn’t looking forward to it.

	He took a few minutes to talk to his co-workers, especially the one that he’d shadowed during his training two days ago.  Once he got a general feel for what they would be doing, he told them that he’d basically fill in the gaps and would mostly work the register.  With a game plan in place, the three of them nodded to each other, did the whole hands in center thing and on three shouted ‘BLACK FRIDAY’ to the air to pump themselves up.  Anyone seeing this- a 32 year old fennec fox, a 48 year old black Lab and a 44 year old salt and pepper Doberman doing something so childish- would have laughed their asses off but to them, appearances didn’t matter.  They were comrades about to enter a war, brothers-in-fashion that would not leave a man behind.

	6pm rolled around and the doors opened, letting in the hoard of shoppers that had been waiting outside in the rain.  They rushed up and down the aisles and pulled things off before tossing them on the floor or on top of the racks.  Liam could see the storm of ties and cuff-links and belts flying through the air in the wake of the hoard but soon that wasn’t his problem.  Soon he was working his register like a slave, trying to get everyone in the very long line helped.

	Four hours passed just like this before finally Jod, the Doberman coworker, tapped him on the shoulder and told him to go take his lunch.  Relief had never shown so clearly on Liam’s face as he clocked out for his meal and rushed off, pushing his way through the hoard while taking his nametag off so he wouldn’t be stopped on the way to the docks where he’d been told there would be free sandwiches and water.  Sure enough, he found himself face first in two roast beast sandwiches and gulping down a bottle of spring water.  “Oh holy crap it’s a nightmare out there,” he gasped the second he’d finished his food, making the woman sitting across from him laugh.  Well… woman was an overstatement.  The girl was probably 17 or 18 from her appearance.

	“Yeah, this time of year gets pretty crazy,” she told him, “Two years ago I’d had to go home and drink myself silly afterwards.”

	He quirked a brow at her words, “You’re over 21?”

	She grinned playfully and showed him her ID.  “I’m 25 actually.  People say I look younger.”

	“Hell yeah you do.  You’re three years younger than my wife but you look like you’re in your teens.  Must be a pain at the clubs, yeah?” he asked, striking up conversation to pass the time.

	“It is, I even once had my license taken from me cause the bouncer thought it was fake but then they ran it and he apologized so many times,” she replied with a laugh before taking a bite of her cookie.

	“When I accepted this job, I didn’t expect this madness,” he told her after a bit and she nodded.

	“Neither did I.  Word of warning, just don’t piss off the kids.  They can be a pain.  I’m not the only one that looks young for my age.  Last year, there was this one kid looking at the lingerie and I made the mistake of confronting her.  Turns out she was in her forties and had a birth defect that made it so she couldn’t physically age passed 14,” she told him which made him sit back in surprise.

	“Ouch.  Holy fuck.  I could not imagine that,” he told her, his brows furrowed now.  “Being stuck as a kid my whole life.”  He shuddered and she laughed again before her phone vibrated.

	“And my breaks over.  Well it was nice talking to you.  I’m Denise, by the way.  I’ll see you around,” she told him, giving him a friendly smile before leaving.

	“Nice talking to you too,” he replied, not offering his own name since he didn’t really plan on actually seeing or talking to her again.  It wasn't that he found her uninteresting; it was just that his wife was territorial.   She may look sweet but Bri would bite off the head of any woman that got too close to him.  He blinked as he realized right then and there that that was the reason why he had so few friends now.  The only friends he had were men with very unattractive wives.

	Giving a shrug, cause that fact didn’t bother him really, he glanced at his phone.  He still had a few minutes before he had to go back but now he was getting restless.  He didn’t like being idle when he knew his co-workers were busting their asses.  Nodding to himself, he decided to go back early from his lunch and help them out.  No sooner did he clock back in than he found himself cleaning out the changing rooms- shooing customers out so he could completely remove all the spare garments.  Surprisingly, he only found a few things from other departments, including a lacy red and black thong.  “Yeeeaaaahhh… that’s gross,” he said with a wrinkled nose.  Unable to think of what he should do with them, he stuffed them into the middle of the pile of clothes and walked away.  He liked his co-workers… but this was their problem to deal with.

	The rest of the night after that point involved him cleaning up here and there and straightening a few mannequins that had been moved.  Near the end of his shift, one of the store managers came over and fast talked him.  Next thing Liam knew, he was in men’s shoes in the back cussing up a storm as he climbed over mountains of boxes looking for a size 8 Palf Lauren in brown leather.  The other guys working with him were laughing their asses off even while they themselves were cussing up storms looking for the same damn pair of shoes.  The whole shoe department was behind with waiting periods of literally hours, which had been while Liam had been asked to help.

	Finally, at nearly 2:30am they found the damn pair only to find that the customer had probably left hours previous.  Never had he been so mad.  He immediately called the others in the department over and brought down the hammer, acting waaaaay out of his pay grade but it was either his tone or his age that benefited him because within the next thirty minutes the entire backlog of orders had been filled and found.  With a sigh, he wiped a hand across his forehead, the short sweaty fur there tickling his hand, as he leaned back against the doorframe that led to the backroom.  “Good god,” he muttered to himself.

	“Mister, can you help me?” asked a soft voice from beside him and he looked over to see this short, 4’4” blue-green frog girl wearing a cute frilly skirt and a spaghetti strap top.  Her short silver hair only made her look younger as she looked up at him with golden eyes.

	“Sure.  Let me clock out real fast then I’ll help you before I go home, okay?” he asked, practically pleading and the girl nodded and giggled.  With that, he nodded to her and made his way over to the nearest register, clocking himself out with a few button presses.  “Okay.  All done.  So what can I do for you?” he asked her, turning his attention back to the girl.

	“I need some help finding a few things, could you show me around?” she asked, her voice a cute bell like tone.

	“Sure, but shouldn’t you be with your parents?” he asked her curiously as he lead her towards the escalator, keeping his co-worker’s advice in mind.

	“I’m a lot older than I look,” the girl replied, confirming his suspicions.  “I’m not mad though, a lot of people think I’m little.”

	“Well you are little,” he replied with a chuckle, turning to look in the mirrored wall as they rode the escalator up.  “I’m teasing.  I’m just glad you’re not actually a kid.  Children don’t get the struggles of the adults.”

	The girl nodded and laughed, holding onto his belt as they went up the escalator.  “That’s true.  Though I can’t say I get everything, since… well you know,” she said with a shrug, looking up at him.

	He raised a brow then the other as her words hit him.  “Oh of course.  Well I’d hope you wouldn’t know about that… I mean, it wouldn’t exactly fit.  Oh uh… Forget it, sorry,” he apologized, embarrassed to be talking about sex with someone who looked young enough to be his child.  If he had one that is.

	She just giggled cutely at his embarrassment then when they came off the escalator, she pointed over towards the other one to which he lead the way again as he took off his nametag.  No sense letting others think he was still on the clock.  They rode up the second escalator to the top floor without another word but when they arrived, she released his belt and grabbed his hand, her blue green skin cool and comforting in his grasp.

	He lead her to the kids section and she looked around, holding up various skirts and tops for him to comment about but eventually settling on a small pile of clothes to try on.  “This way,” she commented when her eyes landed on the lingerie section.  “I need something new to wear,” she told him as she led the way.

	Suddenly very uncomfortable, he followed her into the section, wondering why he was still helping the girl when he should be already in his car heading home by now.  Somehow he just couldn’t find it in him to tell her he was going.  When they arrived at the teddies section, she picked out two very sheer ones, one in white and the other in deep dark purple, before she also picked out a few thongs.  Certainly they wouldn’t fit her, but he didn’t comment.  She was a customer after all and if she bought even half of the things he was carrying for her, she’d be making the store hundreds of dollars richer.

	Soon enough, she turned and looked up at him with those golden eyes of hers.  “Where’s the fitting rooms?” she asked and he turned, looking around, eventually seeing them over by the restrooms.

	“They’re over there.  Come, I’ll lead the way,” he told her, finding himself leading her to the fitting rooms on the other side of the floor.  Strangely, he hadn’t seen any of his coworkers up to this point.  Maybe he just didn’t know where to look, since this was his first time being in this part of the store.

	When they arrived, the girl walked all the way to the fitting room in the back and opened the door, looking in.  “This one’s empty.  I’ll use it.  Bring the clothes here please,” she requested after going inside and he followed after her, setting the clothes down on the bench.  When he did, he heard the door close behind him and lock.  When he turned, the girl was looking at him intensely.

	Blinking in surprise, he moved towards the door.  “I shouldn’t be in here when you change, ma’am,” he told her but she just chuckled.

	“I want your opinion on how it all looks, so of course you need to be in here with me,” she told him in a chiding tone, which was damn adorable from a child.

	“I-I’m married though, it wouldn’t be right,” he told her as his left hand reached for the door handle but for some reason he couldn’t take his eyes away from her.

      “You just have to tell me if the clothes look good.  I’m not asking you to fuck me or something,” she told him, chiding again as she walked over and pulled on a skirt and a top, turning to pose for him.

	For some reason, he let his hand drop away from the door handle and he found himself commenting on her outfit, “It’s very nice.  The skirt is a bit…  Long?  It doesn’t go well with the top but I can see that it would go better with the blue one there.  A shorter skirt would work better for your current top.”  This was his honest opinion but he couldn’t quite grasp why he wasn’t leaving.  And the longer he was there, the less he questioned why.

	She tried on four more outfits, smiling when he commented and complimented then when she pulled off her skirt and top again, she said, “Just two outfits left then we’re done, okay?”  He nodded from where he sat on the bench now, on the other side of the changing room from the door.

	She pulled on a dark purple lace thong and the sheer purple teddy.  “How is this?” she asked him, striking various poses.

	“Very sexy,” he replied honestly, “But who are you going to wear this for?”  He tilted his head to the side, “Do you have a special someone you want to have see you as an adult?”  There was genuine curiosity and concern in his tone and she just smiled a smile that transcended her apparent age.  It was a radiantly beautiful smile that lit up the room.

	“Yeah there is, but I don’t think he ever will.  You see, he died a long time ago,” she told him softly, tears welling up in her eyes, causing Liam’s chest to contract.  “I loved him very much but… some things happened and he couldn’t accept me as I am.”  Her radiant smile turned so sad and before Liam even knew what he was doing, he was on his knees, hugging the poor girl against his chest.

	He couldn’t find the words to speak.  His chest hurt so much from being so tight with emotion he couldn’t voice.  During the short time he’d known this girl, he’d found himself strangely caught up in her pace, in her way of seeing and doing things.  He’d done things with her that he really shouldn’t have, but he didn’t feel guilty, or like he was doing something wrong.  He felt more like a companion, or the side character in someone’s story written in just for this moment.

	Her tiny arms wrapped around him as best they could and she rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes while she continued to smile sadly, her tears getting his shirt wet.  “You’re a good man,” she whispered softly to him.  She pulled back and wiped her eyes before pointing at the bench.  “Sit down,” she ordered, that sad smile still on her face.

	Blinking, Liam found himself doing as she told him to, even as the confusion set in on his expressions.  “Wh-what?” he asked, and tried to stand but his legs refused to let him.

	“I’m sorry, but I have to do this,” she told him quietly as she moved closer.  She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and raised her hands towards his face.  His body wasn’t moving like he wanted it to.  It was like his legs were made of stone and his hands were glued to the bench.

	“You see, a long time ago, you did some things that can’t be forgiven so easily,” she told him,  “If you had come clean and repented for them rather than hid them, I wouldn’t be here today doing this to you.”

	“I-I don’t understand,” he said with growing alarm and fear in his senses.

	“You really don’t remember?” she asked, looking up at him with sad golden eyes.  “Then I’ll make you.”  She reached up with her hands and held his head in them, freeing the memories he’d hidden deep in his subconscious.  Memories he’d buried in the past.

	~~~~10 years ago~~~~

	Liam sighed as he walked his way to the local WacDonalds.  It was late at night, but he was 22 and in the prime of his life.  He wasn’t worried about getting mugged or anything like that.  While he walked with his hands in his baggy jeans’ pockets, he heard a noise over to his right as he passed an alley.

	Glancing over, his strong night vision revealed to him the sight of a dark figure running deeper into the alley away from him.  Blinking a few times, he lowered his gaze and stopped in his tracks.  On the ground there, was a young girl, naked and still, laying in a pool of dark fluid that smelled startlingly of blood.

	~~~~Present~~~~

	He gasped and clamped his eyes shut, shuddering a little as the memory came back to him.  Bile swirled in his stomach and he wanted to vomit but his body wouldn’t let him.  “I’m sorry.  I should have told someone,” he gasped out.

	“The girl was going to die anyways, Liam.  That isn’t why I’m here.  Remember what you did,” she told him, her tone still sad.

	“No, please! I don’t-“ he gasped when the memory forced its way back up, “I don’t want to remember!”

	~~~~Ten Years Ago~~~~

	The sight of the girl laying there in the pool of dark fluid, her life spilling out from a knife wound in her stomach drew him over to her at a quickness he didn’t know he possessed.  He knelt beside her and pressed two fingers against her neck, feeling her pulse so very faint.  Her eyelids fluttered just a little and she looked at him, but it was all she had the strength to do.

	Swallowing as he took his hand from her neck, his gaze left her eyes and traveled down to her body.  He was a lolicon, a closet one, but a lolicon none the less.  Even though she was in a pool of her own blood, she was still girl and as long as his eyes didn’t stray to the wound in her stomach, he was starting to get hard.

      Heart starting to pound in his chest, his brain starting to hazily realize right this second was the only time he’d ever have to touch a little girl without getting in massive trouble.  He swallowed again as his hand went down between her legs and rubbed her pussy, feeling her pussy wet and sticky.  When he brought his hand back, he found, rather than blood, his fingers were coated with semen.  The girl had been raped.

	That didn’t turn him off or cool his ardor though.  In a moment of sickness, he quickly pushed down his pants and grabbed his cock with his free hand, stroking himself off as he fingered the girl’s sticky pussy.

	The heat of the moment, the excitement of finally touching a little girl, had him so aroused he came within a few minutes, pumping his seed onto her tiny thighs…

	After he’d climaxed, he’d come back to his senses and had pulled himself away the girl, struggling over a few feet before dry heaving and retching.  So thoroughly sick with himself, he fixed his clothes and ran and ran, forcing the memories of the atrocity he’d just committed to the deepest recesses of his mind to never, ever be touched again…

	~~~~Present~~~~

	“Oh god why?” he sobbed as he came back from his memories.  The frog girl then pulled herself off his lap and her spell on him broke, letting him fall to the floor and curl up in a ball.  “Why? Why?” he kept muttering to himself over and over, shaking from the intensity of his self disgust and hatred and bitter regret over his own actions.

	The girl took off the teddy top and pulled on her original clothes.  “Liam Daniells, my name is Katarina De’brolentez, and I was charged with making you pay for your sins,” she whispered to him, her voice sad.  When he looked up at her with eyes that were soul-torn, she spoke in a louder voice that still held that lingering sadness.  “I curse you.  When you wake tomorrow, you will discover the effects of this curse, and only through true love will you be able to fully repent and be freed from the curse…”  With that she turned and walked to the door, opening it.  She looked back at him then and said, “I wish you luck.”  With that she left, leaving Liam lying on the floor.

	It took a moment but finally Liam sat up.  When he stood, he was on shaky legs, from his horrible memories, from his horrible actions.  He shuddered as they came back to him again and he grabbed the wall as he bent over, throwing up his dinner.  When he finally finished retching, he wiped his mouth and quickly left.

	It was still raining outside but he didn’t feel the cold drops, his mind was elsewhere, questioning himself.  He wasn’t thinking about the curse, or the frog girl named Katarina De’brolentez.  His thoughts were on that night ten years ago when he’d done something so horrific.  How could he be so sick?  How could he do that?  What had he been thinking?  No answers were coming to him.

	When next he realized where he was, he was already back at the small apartment where he lived with his wife.  He was standing there staring at the door, keys in his hand.  What would he say to his wife?  That question had stopped him.  He didn’t know.  Maybe he shouldn’t tell her after all.  Maybe this was all just a horrible dream.  Yeah, of course.  He could never have done something so sick.  He wasn’t cursed.  This was all just a dream.  A horrible nightmare.

	With a small smile on his lips, he opened the door and went inside, closing it behind him.  He stripped on his way to the bedroom and when he crawled in bed with his wife, he snuggled up against her back.  Though considering the night he’d had, he really shouldn’t have gotten hard, but sure enough, breathing in her scent was enough to have him rock hard.

	Nuzzling her neck and nibbling there, he slowly stirred her enough that when he slid his spit slickened cock into her pussy from behind, she didn’t startle and punch him but simply moaned with delight.

	They fucked slow and sweet while she gradually woke up and their love making ended with her riding him, pinning his wrists down with her hands, and a devilish smile on her lips.  He filled her pussy with his thick seed, making her smile falter as she felt it, throwing her into an orgasm of her own.  In the aftermath, they snuggled together with her falling asleep with her head on his chest.

	The following afternoon when Liam awoke, he stretched lazily, knowing he didn’t have to work again for at least a week or so.  The bed beside him was empty and that made him smile, knowing his wife was already up and about.  Hell, he could smell the coffee already as well as the smell of fresh cooked turkey bacon and scrambled eggs.  “Mmm,” he purred softly as he sat up and raised one hand, playing with his left ear a little while he sleepily climbed out of the bed and dropped to the floor.

	He padded along with his little legs and stopped in the doorway.  “That smells really good,” he called out to his wife, his voice oddly higher pitched and squeaker than he remembered.

	“I just finished cooking it,” she replied back from the kitchen and he padded his way over to her, looking up at her with a smile as she plated the food.  Wait…. looked up at her?  “Here honey I fixed some bacon and eeeggss- Holy shit!” she screeched as she laid her eyes on him, dropping the plate she’d made for him to the floor.  “You’re tiny!”

	“I’m what?” he replied, his high voice alarming him again, “What do you mean I’m tiny?” he asked with fear as he turned and ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.  The reflection gazing back at him was that of a cute white and gold furred Fennec Fox with long blonde hair… that looked no more than ten years old at the most.  Horror appeared on the girl’s face as she touched her face, just as Liam touched his own.  “The fuck!?”

	He turned and saw Bri standing there just in the hallway, looking just as shocked and horrified as he was.  They stared at each other for a good moment before both let out a scream…

	A good ten minutes, an oversized shirt and breakfast later, they were both sitting on the couch silently sipping their drinks.  Liam was sipping water while his wife had a cup of tea with whiskey in it.  She was staring at the girl her husband had become in the corner of her eye, trying not to freak out again.  Meanwhile Liam replayed last night’s events in his head over and over again, realizing he hadn’t been dreaming.  Oh god, how am I supposed to tell her, he asked himself in his head.

	“What uh… what happened?” his wife asked softly, “Cause you were not a girl when you fucked me this morning.”

	Liam winced and sighed softly, his heart hammering in his now very cute throat.  “Last night when I was working… I met this young looking girl and showed her around the store a bit, you know, right before I was about to leave,” he told her, his cute voice alien to his own ears.

	“I don’t like where this is going…” Bri said hesitantly.

	“And she wanted to try some clothes on and told me to set her clothes down on the bench,” he continued, tensing up, “When I did, she revealed who she really was- someone named Katarina De’brolentez- and told me she was here to punish me for my past sins.”

	His wife stiffened up and when he looked up at her, she had a look of pure unadulterated rage on her face.  He sat back in shock, nearly falling off the couch in the process.  Stammering to continue he looked away and finished, “She said and I quote ‘I curse you.  The effects of the curse will be seen in the morning and-“ and his voice cut out on him.  Frowning he tried again but every time he got to the part about true love breaking the curse, his body physically refused to say the words.  It had to be an effect of the curse.  “I can’t say how to fix it.  I literally can’t,” he told her, wincing when she exploded.

	“That fucking little shitbag cunt! How dare she do this to my husband!?” she was up and pacing about, literally shaking with her rage.

	Wincing at the words, but his heart trembling with pride in her love for him, Liam closed his bright hazel eyes and folded his tiny fingers together on his lap.  “I deserved it,” he told her in a quiet whisper, chin trembling as tears swelled up in his eyes.

	That blew the fire right out of Sabrina and she stopped in her tracks, stunned for but a moment.  “What do you mean?” she asked quietly, her tone afraid.

	“There’s… something I never told you.  Something that happened ten years ago.  Before we ever met,” Liam continued, soft voice shaking as she spoke.  “I was going to WacD’s one night.  You know, to buy a shake or something.”  Liam took a slow breath and played with the bottom hem of the shirt that had once been too small for her but now was so big it was like wearing a dress.  “I heard this noise in an alley and when I looked I saw this girl on the ground and this guy running off.  I wasn’t sure what I was seeing but…”

	Sabrina sat down next to Liam and rubbed her tiny back.  “But but I…  I went over and checked the girl’s pulse.  She was still,”  Bri, stunned, took the girl into her arms and hugged her against her ample bosom.

	“But why would you get cursed for that?” she said to the girl in her arms.

	Clutching at her wife’s blouse, Liam bit her lip, drawing blood, before saying, “I touched her.  I molested her.  I even stroked myself off and came on her.”  Sabrina had gone still again as Liam powered on, “When I finished I threw up and ran away! I left her and didn’t bother to even call for help.  I don’t know if they ever even found her or if she even lived after. I don’t even-“   Suddenly the girl clamped a hand over her mouth as her body convulsed and she pushed away from the stunned Bri to run into the bathroom.  No sooner had she reached the toilet than her stomach chose to evacuate itself.  Donating one’s stomach contents to the porcelain god is not exactly the most quiet of things, so when Bri suddenly pulled Liam’s hair back out of her face, the girl jumped in surprise.

	The woman didn’t say a word, just held Liam’s hair till she had finished throwing up.  When there was nothing left to donate, a tiny, shaky hand reached out and pulled the handle on the toilet, taking the offering away and instantly making the bathroom smell better by many degrees.  When the girl raised her head, she found Bri offering her a small paper cup of mouthwash.  Liam quickly swished the burning fluid around in her mouth then spat the contents into the toilet, flushing it again before turning and leaning her back against the bathtub’s side.

	When she looked up at Bri, she saw her wife’s face had become an expressionless mask.  The sight hurt so much that the girl could only look away as tears sprung up in her eyes once more.

	Eventually after a bit, Bri left the room and Liam could only curl her short legs up against her flat chest and hug them, sobbing against her knees.  She wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Bri’s voice spoke up from the hallway.  “Come on.  You can’t sit there and cry all day,” she said softly, drawing the girl to look over at the woman that was her wife.  “You’re cursed for your past actions, which means you’re probably going to be the way you are for a while.  Right?”

	When Liam nodded, Bri nodded as well, “Well… that means you’re going to need new clothes since none of your old clothes fit anymore.  Or at least fit without showing the world that you’re a girl now.”  The woman pointed and Liam looked down, seeing that the shirt was pushed up about her hips, showing off her tiny cunt.  Eyes wide first with shock that her penis was now gone, then embarrassment burned her cheeks as she pushed the shirt down between her legs with her tiny hands, hiding her naked pussy.  “And… I don’t think calling you Liam is appropriate anymore.”

	“But it’s my name!” the girl squeaked with surprise.

	“Yeah but you don’t look like Liam anymore,” continued the Egyptian Jackal.

	“So what?”

	“So… you have to admit that Liam is not a girl’s name.  People will look at you weird if you say your name is Liam.  We don’t want to draw too much attention to your new body, right?” Bri asked, her use of logic finally earning a cute grumble from Liam.  “Well since you get it then, let’s call you… Leya.  Enough like your old name that I won’t forget.”

	“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Leya grumbled but jumped in surprise when Bri snapped.

	“You think I enjoy knowing my husband is a sick child molesting bastard?” the woman’s voice was angry, harsh, and hard and the fierce rage Leya had seen before that had been directed at Katarina was now directed at her.  Trembling, Leya gave a soft whimper which seemed to have the effect of instantly taking the wind out of Bri’s sails.  “Sorry… I just… I wish I hadn’t found out this way.  I wish it had never happened.”

	“How do you think I feel?” Leya asked quietly, slowly standing, clutching at herself through the shirt.  “I hate myself.  I hate what I did so much I buried it- buried it so damn far back in my mind that I’d completely forgotten until last night.  Until she made me remember,” the girl continued bitterly.  “I’m sorry I’m not the perfect guy we thought I was.  I’m fucked up… and now I’m paying for it.”

	Bri sighed and nodded quietly before following the girl into the living room again.  “I’m going to call Maria and see if we can get some of Tara’s clothes for you so we can at least go out in public.”  When Leya looked over at the woman and nodded, Bri grabbed her cell phone out of the kitchen and called up her friend.

	“Hey Maria.  How’s it going?” Bri listened for a moment before nodding, “Yes I’m doing good, though I could use some help… No no, nothing like that.  It’s just that Liam’s sister came by and basically threw her daughter Leya at us before speeding off.  It seems we’re kind of babysitting for a while but the girl doesn’t have any clothes or even shoes…  Yeah, we’re not happy about it either…  Yeah so could we borrow a skirt and a shirt?  Maybe a pair of sandals too?  Just for an hour or two so we can get her some clothes of her own…” Bri sighed as she listened to her friend’s hesitant tone, “It’s just for an hour, I promise…  Okay, thank you so much.  What?  No, Liam had to work so he can’t and I don’t want to leave the girl alone…  We can’t afford for him to get fired…  Yeah, I know but still what are we supposed to do? Toss the girl out? We can’t do that, it’s just wrong…  Yeah… Yeah… Thanks again.  Yeah, I’ll see you in a bit. Okay, bye.”

	Bri gave a gusty sigh as she ended the call, “Holy crap that fucking uptight penny pinching bitch.”  Looking over at Leya she exclaimed, “She didn’t even want to let you borrow the clothes! Seriously, like what the fucking hell!?  Well after we get you some clothes and return the ones we borrowed, that bitch is so not my friend anymore.  God damn.”

	Seeing the jackal’s annoyance, the girl couldn’t help but giggle.  “Thank you for putting up with her,” Leya commented softly before patting the couch lightly, “Let’s watch some TV?”

	Two hours passed and the two of them found themselves playing The Binding of Adam: Afterbirth through Leya’s laptop connected to the TV.  Though her fingers were smaller than when she was an adult man, her skills were still unmatched and they played the game, laughing and joking with each other the whole time.  They even unlocked some new things that had Leya excited to play even more.  It was then that there was a knock on the door and Bri got up to answer it.

	Sure enough it was Maria with the clothes.  “Now I want these back in an hour,” the smug pug woman said as she handed them to Bri before turning and leaving.

	“Thunder cunt,” the jackal muttered under her breath as she closed the door.  “Here, they should fit you, I think.  If not it’s only going to be for an hour.”  Leya took the very girly clothes and winced at the color.

	“Pink? Really?  You’ve got to be joking.  Pink is the devil’s color.  I will not wear pink,” Leya said with a grimace.

	Later at the local Ball-mart, a very grumbly Leya followed a very amused Bri towards the young girl’s clothing section.  A bright pink skirt and a lighter pink spaghetti strap top currently hugged the young girl’s frame, the skirt just a bit shorter than the girl would like seeing as how she was constantly pulling it down in the front or the back.

	“Would you stop fussing with your skirt?  You’re going to flash someone at this rate!” Bri scolded in a whisper and Leya huffed and stamped her foot.

	“It’s flashing someone that I’m worried about! The only one that gets to see this pussy is my wife, damn it!” the girl snipped, making Bri snort in surprised amusement.  “It’s not funny!”

	“Oh it is hilarious and you’ll never live this down,” Bri teased as she grabbed a pack of panties as well as several skirts in purples and blacks of various sizes.  She also grabbed a few tops in blues and violets, hoping to find a color that looked good with her Leya’s white and gold fur.

	Pretty soon the two of them were standing in the fitting room.  Leya was standing naked in front of the mirror, playing with her little cunt, marveling at it while Bri picked out a skirt for the girl to try on.  “Check it! I have a pussy! This is so weird.  Like its pink and everything and look! My clit’s right there! Holy crap,” Leya was gushing to Bri which only made the older looking woman laugh.

	“Don’t play with your pussy.  That’s my job.  Now try this on so we can get out of here,” Bri scolded while offering a purple skirt that was longer than the pink one.

	“Oh really? You going to play with it later? Make me all wet for you?” Leya teased playfully but in her heart of hearts knew that probably wasn’t ever going to happen.  Bri was straight as far as the girl knew, which meant they’d never be together like husband and wife again… or was it wife and wife?  Confusing herself, the girl tried on the skirt and sighed with relief, seeing that it went down to her knees and felt way more comfortable than the pink one had been.  “It fits,” she said with a smile and looked over at the jackal.

	Four outfits later and they had their selection.  After grabbing a bag of socks and a pair of shoes that also fit, they made their way up to the counter and bought the clothes.  Seeing Bri’s wince, Leya looked over at the price and nearly died herself.  “Wow that’s ‘spensive!” the girl squeaked with surprise and Bri just replied in a pained voice.

	“Yeah well, your aunt Bri thinks you’re worth it, little scamp, so hush.”

	The employee that was ringing them up gave an apologetic smile and when the transaction was finished, handed the jackal the receipt.  Together the girl and the woman made their way out to her Hevy Tonic and loaded up the back seat.  When Leya climbed into the back seat as well, Bri asked what she was doing.  “I’m changing clothes.  I feel naked in this damn skirt.  Plus I’m not even wearing panties,” came the reply just before the girl closed the door on the woman, making her laugh.

	Shaking her head, Bri got in the driver’s seat and started up the car, fiddling with the music while Leya stripped and pulled on the purple skirt and blue tank top as well as a pair of unicorn panties.  “You tell a soul I’m wearing unicorn panties and I’m… I’m gonna…  Just don’t do it, damn it!” came a huffy tone from the backseat, making Bri laugh again.

	“Afraid to threaten me?” Bri asked, looking over as Leya climbed into the front seat from the back.

	“…yeah,” came the hesitant reply.

	“Don’t be so serious.  Besides, it’s not like you’d follow up with your threats anyways.  You never do.  I find it cute.”

	“I did spank you that one time,” Leya replied matter-of-factly.

	“Yeah and you didn’t get laid for a week.  Remember?”  Bri replied while pulling out of the parking spot.

	“Oh yeah.  Remind me not to do that again.”

	“I like it when you spank me though.”

	“Yeah well my hands aren’t big enough anymore for that,” Leya said with a sigh, fiddling with her long blonde hair.  The stuff was so annoying, reaching all the way down to her butt.  They’d braided it quickly before they’d left but it was still annoying.  “Should I get my hair cut?”

	Bri looked over when she stopped at a stoplight.  “Why?  I like it.  It’s long and silky and nice.  Like when you were younger.”

	Leya gave the woman a flat look, “When I was younger my hair was ginger and curly, but then I cut it waaaay short when I turned thirty and it never grew back.”

	“Oh. Right.  Well, no you shouldn’t get your hair cut.  It’s nice like this.  Hell, it’s nicer than my hair.”

	“Fuck you, I love your hair!  Do I have to remind you what my favorite pass time is?” the girl asked all hoity toity.

	“Brushing my hair?”

	“Yes, brushing your hair.  And braiding it and putting the caps on the ends.”  Bri smiled softly at that comment and raised a hand, running her fingers through the many, many braids that made up her hairstyle, the little gold caps clinking together quietly.  “Hell, remember that those are actual gold and I got them for you for our eighth anniversary not two weeks ago.”

	Bri wiggled a little, happily, remembering their anniversary.  “I remember.  I also remember that you fucked my brains out that whole night after we got back from the sushi restaurant.”

	“Well you did blow my cock the whole way home.  It wasn’t like I wasn’t going to tap that fine ass after all that revving you did to my engine.”

	Bri grinned over at the girl, “Your cock’s an engine huh?”

	“Was an engine, now it’s more of a port for docking,” the girl replied which caused Bri to snort and break into laughter again, which this time the girl joined in.

	The drive to Maria’s came first and they dropped off the borrowed clothing, telling her thanks before driving back home.  “So what do you want to do for dinner?” Leya asked softly, looking over at her wife.  Seeing the woman, Leya suddenly looked down at her left hand, noticing her tiny ring finger was missing a ring.  “Ah! The ring’s gone!” the girl squeaked with alarm and scrambled to look around in the floorboard.

	“Its okay, it’s okay.  I have it.  I found it on the bed,” Bri said to calm the girl while reaching into her jeans pocket and pulling out the tungsten band.  “It’s a bit big for you now though but… here,” she added, handing over the ring.

	Taking the ring in her hand, throat growing tight, Leya used trembling fingers to slide the ring on her ring finger.  It was so big that it didn’t even flirt with fitting.  In a voice that would tear someone’s heart out, Leya asked the jackal while looking over at her, “Do you still love me?”

	Sabrina, so surprised by the question hit the brakes and brought the car to a screeching halt before looking over in complete surprise.  “I… Yes, Liam… Leya.  I never stopped loving you.  Did you really think I would stop loving you because of what you did ten years ago?  Or because you’re a little girl now?  Don’t be silly.”  Tears fell from the girl’s eyes as she gazed up at her wife.  “Was my faith shaken? Yeah, a bit.  I never thought you’d be capable of that kind of thing, but it’s been ten years.  Eight of those years we’ve been together and never, ever have you been undeserving of my love.”

	Her heart breaking, swelling and overflowing, Leya reached out and clutched Bri’s hand, chin trembling as she fought to speak the words that her whole being trembled with the need to say, “I love you too, Bri.  I know I’ve not always been the best husband, but I’ve always loved you, from the moment we met.”  Launching herself from the passenger side, Leya plopped herself in Sabrina’s lap and hugged her tight.  “This curse… only true love can break it.  I’m so glad you love me,” the girl whimpered softly before suddenly going stiff and covering her own mouth.  “I… I was able to say it!”

	“What do you mean?” Bri asked, confused.

	“Earlier, I couldn’t say how to break the curse.  My body wouldn’t let me.  But this time! I could! Oh oh oh! The curse must be weakening!” the girl squeaked with surprise and joy.  Excitedly the two hugged and bounced, laughing happily before Leya laughed and pulled away.  “You’re smacking me in the face with your tits.  Calm them titties before you give me a black eye!”

	Bri could only laugh and nod, tears in her eyes as she helped Leya back into her seat.  “This is wonderful news!  You know what? We should order a pizza.  I know we spent a lot on clothes just now but I did get paid yesterday so it will be fine, right?”

	“Oh hell yes. I could use a dozen slices of mushroom and steak and feta pizza,” Leya replied, stomach growling almost comically loud.

	“Well, how can I disagree with that?  Alright.  I’ll order the pizza from my computer when we get home.”

	“Yay!”

	When they got home, they put away the new clothes and Leya slipped out of her skirt, leaving herself in just her unicorn panties and tank top as she sat on the couch under a purple and black blanket.  It was cold in the apartment, which was a damn miracle in California.  Bri ordered the pizza like she said she would and soon they found themselves munching on the yummy deliciousness while playing Hojora’s Mask on their old M64 console.

	Bri had also switched to wearing only a pair of panties and a shirt, her breasts straining against the fabric without a bra holding them in place.  The cold had her nipples hard as diamonds but neither of them was bothered by the cold.  After the weeks it had been like an inferno in their apartment, they were nearly in tears with thanks.

	“Ugh. Fuuuuck.  I can’t fucking- Ugh! Oh my fucking god just dodge it you whore bastard! Link you mother fucker! Why didn’t you dodge!?” Leya cried tossing the controller up into the air only to have Bri catch it with a laugh.  “God damn it! It’s so frustrating! My fingers are so small now but not so small I can’t move a god damn stick!  It has to be broken!”

	Bri just grinned as she easily beat the section that had stumped Leya so mightily.  “Oh I hate you so much right now,” Leya grumbled.

	“You’re just jealous of my pro-swagger,” Bri replied with a grin.  Leya just huffed in reply and crossed her arms.  “Okay then. Guess I’ll just keep playing.”  As Bri continued to complete the third dungeon, Leya looked over at her all miffed though eventually she settled down and was soon enough cheering her wife on.

	Later as Bri was taking a quick bathroom break, Leya sat alone on the couch staring at the pause screen.  She considered all that had happened that day, realizing that it had literally only been about five or six hours since she’d woken up as a girl but now she and her wife were completely acting as if it was normal.  Like this was just a normal fucking day.  That blew her away and she sat back into the couch, stunned.  Is this what love meant?  Did love truly transcend gender, age and appearances?  Leya still loved Bri as much as ever.  Probably even more so now since the woman hadn’t thrown her out on her ass after hearing what had happened.  From what Bri said, she loved Leya too, despite what she looked like now.

	She was still reveling in that thought when Bri returned to the livingroom.  “It’s late so why don’t we head to bed?” she suggested as she made her way to the bedroom and Leya followed after.  “No sense staying up all night,” she told the girl and Leya could only nod.  Though she wanted this night to last longer, she was already starting to feel really sleepy.  It was probably an effect of being a child again.  Together they climbed into their large bed after stripping down, shivering a little and snuggling close due to the frigid sheets, but after a bit they both gradually fell asleep in each other’s arms.

      The next morning, Leya woke with a mighty yawn and sat up, scratching at her head as she opened her eyes- almost shitting herself at the sight of the blue-green skinned frog standing at the end of the bed.  “Oh holy shitbags batman!” the fennec fox girl cried, waking up the sleeping Bri instantly.

	“Wha-what? What’s going on?” she asked sleepily as she sat up.

	“Oh not much.  Just here to say congratulations,” Katarina replied with a big smile, hands on her hips.  “Seriously, congrats!”

	“Uh… thanks?” Leya replied, very confused.

	“I’m here now because you basically broke the curse in one day.  Good job.  When the higher ups chose that curse to plant on you, there was only a fifty/fifty chance that you’d be able to break it at all, but look at you!  One day, holy crap,” Katarina continued with a big, proud, happy smile.

	“Wait, you put that curse on my wife?” Bri asked, clearly getting angry.

	“Yes, but you see, it had to be done.  Some things are not meant to be forgiven so easily or forgotten.  He had to pay for what he’d done, and now he has,” Katarina replied in a calming tone.  “But uh… there was a bit of a mix up.”

	Both Bri and Leya raised a brow in such perfect unison it would have been comical.  “What kind of mix up?” Leya asked cautiously.

	“Well… it turns out that you can’t go back to the form you had,” Kat replied apologetically.

	“What!? Why not? I miss my penis, damn it! And being six feet tall!” Leya replied with outrage.

	“Calm down.  I’ll explain.  It turns out that when your mother was pregnant with you, something- we aren’t sure what- happened.  She was pregnant with twins but again- something happened- and your brother died in the womb and your body was so badly damaged that to save you, the big man upstairs moved your soul into your brother’s body which had been unharmed, mostly.  Basically, you were supposed to be born a girl but due to something happening to your mother, you were born a boy instead of a girl with a twin brother.  This is your real form… although it is a bit younger than it should be.  To make amends, your body will age up quickly over the next year until you’re physically a 33 year old like you’re meant to be,” Katarina explained while gesturing and talking with her hands.  “Again, we’re sorry.”

	Stunned by the flood of info, Leya and Bri both leaned back against the headboard at the same time.  “Wow… I don’t know how to react to that,” Leya whispered.

	“Again, we’re really sorry but also really proud of you.  Of both of you.  Sabrina, this all hinged on you choosing to stay with Leya despite her past and her new appearance.  Just like how Amelia didn’t get a choice in what Liam did to her, Leya didn’t get a choice in what you did with her.  If you’d thrown her out, she’d have never been free of the curse… though it looks like it’s not so much a curse anymore as a return to your real body,” Kat continued, talking first to Sabrina then to Leya.  “Anyways, I have to go.  More baddies to punish and more paperwork to fill out.  Toodles.  Love ya both.”  With that the frog girl blew them a kiss and literally poofed out of the room in a puff of smoke.

	“The fuck just happened?” Leya and Bri both asked at the same time.