Sisters

by Jennifer White

  

John Brookfield Jr. was fourteen when his father, John Sr. got remarried. His mother had divorced him, and moved to California, so they had lived alone for a couple of years. But then his dad fell in love again, and within a year, he was married to Judith. She was pretty nice as a step-mom, and treated him well in general. He didn't really hate her too much.

It was her daughter Becky that he hated. Becky was two years older than he was, and very bossy. She was upset that she didn't have all of her mother's attention anymore, and she blamed John's dad. But since she couldn't do much to him, she took it out on his son. So John was always being picked on.

She was older, smarter, and stronger. He tried not to whine about it too much, but sometimes she just got to be such an annoyance that he wanted to hit her. But his father had taught him from a very early age: you never hit a girl, no matter what.

Becky was in the full swing of puberty, and was starting to develop into a young woman. This also intimidated John, who was now starting to have an interest in girls for the first time. He found it hard not to stare at her budding breasts, or not to think that just on the other side of the wall from him, through the heating duct, was a girl laying on the bed.

He could hear the music she was always playing on her CD player, and it bugged him. He would ask her to turn it off, but she didn't want to. John's dad suggested to her that she turn it down as a compromise. It was typical of the little spats that the children would have with each other.

* * *

 

Things calmed down to a dull roar over time, with John and Becky still having the occasional scraps, but for the most part, they tried to stay out of each other's way. They had to share one bathroom, and John was becoming increasingly nose about her things. He was so turned on by all of the girly stuff she had laying around.

One day, when he got out of the shower, he noticed that she had left a bra hanging on the door. He picked it up, smelled it, and felt it with his hands.

"This holds up breasts" he thought to himself, as he caressed it. Touching something that touched breasts was almost one step from him actually touching them himself! He felt really turned on thinking of breasts like that.

He looked in the mirror, and saw himself holding the white bra. For some reason, he suddenly had an urge to put it on! That was silly, he was a boy, and boys don't wear bras. But he decided that out of curiosity, he would do it just this once, to see what it felt like.

He hooked it up with some difficulty, and looked in the mirror. Oops, he had the wrong hooks together, and it looked like a mess in back. He struggled to take it off, then put it back on correctly. Now he looked at himself.

He felt tingly all over! He felt such excitement!

 

But suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Are you going to take all day in there? What's going on?" said Becky.

John panicked, and hurried to get out of the thing. But it seemed that the more he struggled, the more twisted in it he became. He finally got it off without unhooking it! Only then did he undo the hooks, and hang it back on the door. He saw red marks on his body from where the straps had been pressed tight. He hoped they would go away fast!

He scrambled to get his clothes on and brush his hair. He unlocked the door, and saw the impatient Becky standing there with her arms folded, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Geez, you're so slow in there you'd think that you were a girl!"

After having just warn the bra, he was too afraid to get into a fight, so he let the insult go, and scurried off to his room.

* * *

 

John tried not to think about it, but for the next week, whenever he laid down to go to sleep, he would think about the bra, and how it felt to wear. He couldn't get his mind off of girls clothes. He had started to sneak into Becky's room when she was out, and looked through her drawers. He even stole a pair of panties, and hid them under his mattress. Then at night, he would put them on. They felt so good against his body!

He was sure that he had been very smart, and very careful. She would never miss them. Next time, he hoped that he could get one of her bras. Or one of Judith's if he had to. He would start a small, secret collection that he could wear when he felt the urge, which seemed to be coming more and more frequently lately.

"I wonder if I should take a skirt too?" he thought as he plotted his next secret trip into Becky's room.

* * *

 

As John kept dressing in his stepsister's clothes, he began to discover masturbation for the first time. Soon, he was doing it every night, using a Kleenex to keep from getting a mess on everything. Just the thought of putting on a bra or panties would get him hard now.

He was still interested in the girls at school, but just a glimpse of a bra strap would arouse him as much as the girl herself. He felt funny about it, and hoped that nobody would ever find out his secret. He felt a certain distance from the other boys because of this, but it made him somehow feel closer to the girls. They wore bras, he wore bras. They wore panties, he wore panties. He was more like them somehow.

 

This kept up for quite some time. Every now and then, John would get bored with his collection of girl's clothes, and decide he would need something else. He might trade in one pair of panties for another one. Or take something different he didn't have before.

And every night he got off on wearing girl's clothes. That was his favorite part of the day, when he would lay in bed dressed a bra and panties, with perhaps a skirt or a blouse, and make himself climax. He would imagine that he was a real girl.

 

One day, he had the idea to start stuffing the bra, to make it look like he had breasts. He absolutely loved it, and swore to do it every time from now on. He loved the idea of having breasts, and wished secretly that he had real ones.

He started stealing his stepsister's magazines and books, and would read them in secret. Soon, he knew all of the female beauty secrets, from how to put on makeup, to how to do your hair, to the best way to coordinate an outfit. He was an avid reader, and soaked in all he could learn.

* * *

 

He couldn't remember exactly when, but John started having dreams. Girl dreams. He started to dream that he was a real girl, with breasts, a vagina, and everything. When he woke up, he would be so disappointed that he was just a boy. The dreams were so real! He wished they would come true.

But nothing of the sort happened in real life of course. But there was some news that excited him. It was coming up to his dad and Judith's one year anniversary. They were going to Florida for a week to celebrate their first year together. Since he was getting along with Becky better now, they decided that the both of them could manage to make it on their own.

"Here's is Aunt Susan's phone number, and Mrs. Spencer down the street will look in on you, and you can call her any time. And here are the emergency numbers on the refrigerator, and you have enough food for two weeks..." said Judith.

"Mom! I'm not 12 years old! I'm sixteen!" said Becky.

"We've got it" added John. "We know where everything is, and who to call."

"And no friends over while we're gone, and we'll call you every day, and don't forget to do the dishes and take out the trash, and Becky, keep your room clean, and vacuum the living room..."

"Mom!!! You already gave us the list of chores!"

"I know. I just worry about you being alone. This is your first time without someone staying with you. My baby is growing up."

They hugged, and said their goodbyes. John got a hug from his dad, but shied away. He didn't like open shows of affection like that, in front of Judith and Becky.

 

The kids watched their parents drive away to the airport. Becky went to her room, and right away was on the phone with her friends. John played X-box in the living room. No parents for a week! In the summer with no school! This would be so fun!

An hour later, Becky went into the living room.

"Mom said no friends over, but she said I could go out" she said.

"I know" replied John, not looking up from his video game.

"So I'm going to the movie with Sarah and Michelle. Then we're going out for dinner. You can heat up the frozen pizza. I'll be home about 10 or so."

"I won't tell if you're late" said John, still not looking up at her.

"Cool. C-ya!"

Becky walked out the front door, and got into Sarah's car. John heard them drive away. He waited fifteen minutes, to make sure they weren't coming back, then turned off the game. He locked the doors, pulled down the curtains, and headed into Becky's room. This was going to be the best day of his life!

* * *

 

First John went and took a shower. He wanted to be very clean. He used his stepsister's shampoo, pink soap and body wash. He even used her shower razor to shave his legs. After he dried off, he wrapped the towel around himself, and headed into her room. The ever present music was playing. He decided that if he was going to do this right, he should turn it up, just as she liked to do.

He knew now were everything was. He went to her panty drawer, and took out the softest silkiest pair he could find. They had lace edges, and were so frilly and feminine that he got hard right away. He eagerly put them on, then walked to his stepmother's room.

He dug around in the dresser until he found her bras. Becky had bras, but they were too small for what he wanted. Even with the cups stuffed full, he felt inadequate. He didn't need a girl's bra, he needed one for a *woman*. He put it on expertly, and stuffed it full with some of his undershirts. Now he looked like he was stacked. For the first time, he felt like he had the proper breast size.

Next, John went back to his sister's room. She had a couple of pair of pantyhose, and he wanted to wear them. There was a darker pair, and a lighter one. He chose the darker. They made his legs look tan, smooth, and sexy. He liked that. Now he was ready for a skirt.

He dug through his Becky's closet, then his stepmother's until he found just what he was looking for. A black skirt, that came down to just above his knees. He put it on, zipped it up in back, and admired himself in the mirror. He turned, and was thrilled as he felt the soft fabric brush against the pantyhose, sending delicious shivers of sensation up and down his legs.

Then he took his sister's white lacy top from a hanger, and put it on. It was very frilly, puffy, and feminine. It fit him wonderfully! You could clearly see the bra beneath it, with the sheer white fabric. The long lacy sleeves ended with frilly cuffs, and puffed out grandly. He felt so wonderful! He felt so right! He was ecstatic.

John went to Becky's vanity, sat down, and pulled out her makeup kit. There were all sorts of powders, lipsticks, brushes, bottles and vials. He had read so many articles in the magazines he stole from her, that he had a good idea what everything was. Only his hands were unskilled at applying it, because he never had the chance to do it before.

He picked up the foundation, and put on too thick of a layer. As he waited for it to dry, he sorted through the various powders, trying to find the concealer for a pimple had had on his chin. He finally found it, and put on just the right amount.

Next, he took the eye shadow, and applied an ample amount. Actually, more than was necessary. But he was just learning. He took the mascara, and put some on, but it clumped up a bit. But that was ok, he would take all the makeup off when he was done, and try again. This was just a practice run.

He put on too much rouge, which failed to bring out his cheekbones. He ran his finger along the small ridge, trying to get a better idea of where he should have stopped. Then he applied the lipstick, and did a good job of that. And he did a decent job with the nail polish for a first try.

He looked like a cheap tart, wearing way too much makeup. He used her remover to take it all off (except the nail polish which was good enough to keep), then he went to carefully wash his face so he could try again. After his face dried, he sat down and went at it a second time.

He was making great progress now! He used less foundation, so it dried quickly and more evenly. He used less rouge, and it lit up his face! He picked a more subtle color for the eyeshadow, and it made him look sultry, instead of cheap. He started to apply the mascara.

"It won't clump up if you don't put so much on, and use light strokes" said Becky.

 

John froze. No! She was at the movies! She wouldn't be home for at least two more hours! How could she be here! He was caught, wearing her clothes, dressed up like a girl, and putting on makeup! Even through the layers of foundation and powder, you could see him blush.

"Let me show you how" said Becky, taking the mascara from him. He allowed her to, not knowing what to do or to say.

Becky expertly applied the mascara, then looked over John's face.

"You need some liner, and a few touchups, but for the most part, you did a good job. I'm impressed!"

He was shocked that she seemed supportive of him, and wasn't making fun of him. He thought that she would have ran to grab a camera to blackmail him, or do something mean. But here she was, being supportive, and nice!

"Becky, I'm sorry I went through your things" he said meekly.

"That's all right Jodi, as long as you are careful with my clothes."

She called him Jodi! A girl's name! He felt elated all of a sudden. She was treating him like a sister! He let her finish putting on the makeup, then he looked into the mirror. He could not believe what it did to his face! Other than his boy's haircut, he looked just like a girl! One with big boobs, and dressed in sexy clothes too!

"I've got a surprise for you" said Becky, heading into her closet. She emerged a moment later with a box. She took it to the vanity, opened the top, and had 'Jodi' look inside. It was a blond wig! With long curly hair! She positioned it on John's head, and secured it in place.

John looked in the mirror. Now he looked completely like a girl! There was no trace of boy left in him at all. Anyone who walked in to the room at that moment would have sworn that there were two sisters, and no boys at all.

"You look very pretty Jodi" said Becky.

"Thank you Becky. I *feel* pretty."

"You like to feel *feminine*, don't you?"

"I feel feminine. I'm a girl now."

Becky smiled. Her plan had worked perfectly.

* * *

 

"Jodi, come with me" said Becky. She went to the kitchen, and poured a glass of water, then handed it to Jodi. She pulled a bottle of pills out of her purse.

"My mom had a hysterectomy. She takes estrogen pills now. Ever since she remarried, I've been stealing some, a few here and there so she never noticed. I've got about thirty of them now in this bottle" she said as she took the top off, and pulled out three of them. She handed them over to Jodi.

"What am I supposed to do with these?" asked Jodi.

"Take them."

"But...."

"But what? They're just female sex hormones."

"But they'll effect me, won't they?"

"Yes they will Jodi. But don't you want to have your own real boobs, instead of stuffing your bra full? Don't you want to be like me?" she said, as she unbuttoned the top of her blouse, letting Jodi get a peek at her bare chest underneath.

"Just keep taking them, and you'll look like this some day. You want to look like this, don't you? You want to be just like me."

With a trembling hand, Jodi took the pills from Becky, put them in her mouth, and swallowed them. She didn't know why, but she did have such a strong urge to be just like Becky! At that moment, she really really wanted to have real breasts.

Becky buttoned her blouse back up.

"You will take three of these every day."

"Yes" said Jodi meekly. She didn't know why, but she knew that she would obey.

"In time, you will be real girl. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes. I want to be a real girl like you."

 

"I read something interesting" said Becky, as the two 'sisters' sat on her bed, looking through glossy magazines.

"What's that Becky?"

"Well, you know my mom's uncle Bill lives near that freeway, and you always hear all that noise?"

"Yeah, when we go there, I can't stand it."

"Well, he's been there so long that he just tunes it out. The noise is there, but he really doesn't hear it anymore."

"I guess so" said Jodi.

"Well, I read that when someone does something like that, they are very vulnerable to subliminal messages. Because they don't hear the noise with their conscious mind, it goes right to their subconscious. So any messages that are included with the noise aren't even noticed by the person anymore."

"That's interesting" said Jodi, hardly looking up from the article on new fall fashions.

"Then there's another thing. I found out a long time ago that any noise from my room could be heard from the next bedroom over through the heating duct. Like if I played my radio in here, you could here it over there."

"True" said Jodi.

"Well, I decided to put the subliminal message theory to the test. I made a special mix, with whispered messages added to the music. So little bratty boys listening to it would have things put into their minds."

"Did it work?" asked Jodi, now looking up with interest.

"Oh yes. The little bratty boy started listening to me. He started to do whatever I told him. But I always wanted a sister, so I started to change the message, to reprogram him. To give him new thoughts, new desires, new feelings."

"Like what?" asked Jodi.

"Here, let me play you the messages, without the music."

She went over to the CD player, took out the current CD, and put another one in. There was no music, only spoken words.

"You are a girl" said the whispered voice. "You want to be a real girl, more than anything. You wish you were just like your sister. You wish with all your heart that you had big breasts. You long to feel them bursting out from your chest! You feel inadequate unless you feel them on your chest! You want to wear a bra so you can make yourself look like you have breasts."

"Wow" said Jodi, crazy stuff.

"Shhh!" hissed Becky.

"You are a girl now. You will obey your sister. You wish you were her, and you would do anything she said. You lover her so! You are a girl. You love to wear dresses. You want so much to wear makeup! You only feel happy when you are wearing a dress! You *need* to look pretty. You hate it when you're not wearing makeup. You are a girl. You are female. Your only desire is to make yourself become a girl."

Jodi looked up to Becky with wide eyes. Oh how she loved her sister.

"Repeat after me" said the voice on the CD. "I am a girl. I am female now. I am a girl. I want to become a woman some day. I am a girl. I love to wear dresses. I am a girl. I wish I had big boobs. I want to be just like my sister. I am a girl. I don't feel comfortable unless I am wearing girl's clothes. I need to wear a bra. I am a girl. I need to wear panties. I am a girl. I will obey my sister in all things. I am a girl. I belong to my sister. I am a girl. I wish I was just like her. I am a girl."

Jodi silently mouthed the words along with the CD, knowing every one by heart. The words had been locked into John's subconscious, but saying them aloud now started to bring out Jodi. As she started to emerge, the boy John became less and less the controlling force. John was *becoming* Jodi. Every action, every thought moved him one step closer to *being* her. Soon, there would not be enough of John left inside her to make even the slightest difference.

"You are a girl Jodi" said Becky.

"I am a girl" she replied.

"When mom and dad come home, you will dress like this for them, and what will you tell them?"

"I am a girl now."

"Good. And why do you want to be a girl?"

"Because I want to be just like my sister."

"Excellent. Now Jodi, what would you say if they told you that you were really a boy?"

"Ew! That's sick! I'm a girl!"

"Yes Jodi, you're a girl now."

Jodi smiled at the lavish praise from her sister.

* * *

 

"Mom and dad are gone all week, so we have lots of time for you to practice" said Becky.

"Practice what?"

"What I tell you. Now lets start with your room. We're going to change it. It looks like a boy's room."

"Yuck. I hate boys." said Jodi.

"Some day, you'll think differently. You'll want one for yourself."

"Never! They're yucky and smelly. I hate boys."

"So why does your room look like a boy's room?" asked Becky.

Jodi looked confused.

"Don't worry sis" said Becky. "When you get older, you'll become interested in boys. It just takes some time."

"I can't wait until I'm older, so I can be more like you" said Jodi.

 

They got right to work. They took down the posters of the girls in bikini's and replaced them with movie posters from Titanic and Gone With The Wind. They took off the blue bed spread and the white sheets, replacing them with pink ones. They found the frilliest pillow shams, and added them on.

Jodi vacuumed, while Becky picked up the junk on the floor and threw it out. She went to the garage, and found her bag of old toys she didn't play with anymore. She put them around the room. Raggedy Ann in the corner. Malibu Barbie and her dream house on the floor, along with her many outfits. Books about baseball and war were replaced with ones about romance, relationships, and ponies. Baseball cards were replaced with a tea set. And instead of the guitar, Becky's old flute was put in the closet.

"We'll take all this junk and donate it to the poor tomorrow" said Becky.

"Aw, you're so sweat" said Jodi, "always thinking of others."

"Now keep your room neat and tidy! Girls are tidy, boys are messy."

"Girls are tidy, boys are messy" repeated Jodi.

The two sisters hugged. They looked around and admired the results so far.

"I need my own makeup, and I need more clothes so I don't always have to borrow yours" said Jodi.

"I have a bunch of ones I don't wear anymore. Clean out that closet and your drawers, and I'll start sorting through mine. And there are some old ones in the basement that I'll dig out. Lets get to work!"

 

Two hours later, Jodi's drawers were bursting with bras, panties, slips, tube tops, and pantyhose. Her closet was full of dresses, skirts, girl's jeans, capri pants, blouses, tank tops, and nighties. Becky's old shoes fit her feet, and there were several pairs of dress shoes, one pair of heels, girl's boots, pink slippers, white tennis shoes with pink trim, and a pair of sandals.

They put all of the junky boy stuff into garbage bags, and loaded them into the old wagon in the garage. They would take it in tomorrow.

Becky treated Jodi to a movie that afternoon, then they went to a diner to eat hamburgers. Becky flirted with the buys, but Jodi was too shy.

"See how cute he is?" said Becky.

"Yeah, you're right" replied Jodi.

"In a few years, when you're interested in boys too. Then we can double date! Won't that be fun?"

"Oh yes!" said Jodi, not wanting to feel too young to hang out with her sister. "How about that guy in the corner? He's really cute too."

"Ew, not him! Look at that hair! He doesn't take care of himself. You need to be more choosy about what boys you like. You don't want to be attracted to a slob, do you? If he can't take care of himself, how can you expect him to take care of you?"

"No, you're right" said Jodi, feeling ashamed that she didn't notice a plain and simple detail like that. Her sister was so much smarter than her, and she wished that she could be more like her. Or to be exact, *just* like her.

* * *

 

John Brookfield Sr. and his wife Judith were driving home from the airport. Their one year anniversary trip had been wonderful. It had flown by, and they were so happy about being together.

"It would have been nice to stay another few days, but I get so worried about the kids" said Judith.

"Me too. They have been getting along better, but this is their first time alone for so long without us."

"They sounded all right on the phone."

"I agree. But it will be good to see them in person."

 

The car pulled into the garage.

"Look at that! They cleaned up the garage! Those bags of old clothes are gone, and everything has been straightened up."

"Wow, I can't believe they were that responsible" said John.

They walked into the house. The music blared from Becky's room.

"John Jr. must be furious that she's playing it that loud" he said. He looked around, half expecting to find a sink full of dirty dishes, and a huge mess in the living room. But instead, the place sparkled. The kitchen was neat and tidy. The living room had been cleaned and vacuumed.

"They even dusted!" said Judith. "And they remembered to water the flowers! I can't believe what a wonderful job they did taking care of the house."

"I think we should give them the $25 each for doing the chores, like we talked about" said John Sr.

"I agree." replied Judith. She was so happy!

The couple walked to Becky's room, knocked once and pushed open the door.

"Surprise, we're home!" they said.

Becky was sitting on the bed with another girl, who had her legs folded under her. They both got up and ran over to John Sr. and Judith.

"What did I tell you about bringing friends over?" said Judith, still not sure who Becky's friend was. She looked familiar, but she couldn't remember the name. And she had always been good with names.

Both girls hugged John and Judith, which John thought was strange. Why was Becky's friend hugging him? He looked at her face, then it struck him.

"Johnny?" he asked in amazement.

"No, I'm Jodi silly."

"Where's John Jr.?" said Judith, suddenly alarmed. She and John ran to his room, and gaped at the changes. When they left, it was the typical messy room of a little boy. But now, it was clean and immaculate. But it was frilly and feminine too, from the pink bedspread, to the lacy pillow shams, to the dolls and the teenage girl magazines on the dresser. There were flowers in a vase! There was makeup! It looked like a girl's room.

"John, what the hell is going on?" said John Sr. angrily. "What the hell have you done?"

"Dad, what's wrong? I thought you'd be proud at how clean I kept my room. I even washed the windows!"

"But it looks like a girl's room!"

"It *is* a girls room" said Jodi proudly, "and why do you call me 'John'? Don't you recognize your own daughter?"

"What kind of game is this" scolded Judith.

"Game?" said the two children together.

"Go to your rooms!" said Judith.

"This is my room" said Jodi proudly. She didn't understand why they were calling her 'John'. That name was completely meaningless to her. Although her brain had once contained the thoughts and memories of a boy named John, it had now completely changed. Jodi had completely filled the spaces where John had once been. John wasn't being controlled by Jodi; John *was* Jodi. She had a mind which was filled only with thoughts and feelings of the feminine type. These thoughts engulfed the entire brain, and completely eradicated John. Even the best psychologist would never be able to bring him back now. He was so completely transformed into her inside, that it was as if he never existed. Only one spirit and one mind occupied the body. Jodi's.

 

Each child was in their own room. Each parent talked to their child.

"What is with your brother?" asked Judith.

"I don't know. I came home from visiting Liz, and I found him dressed up like that, and changing his room around. I decided to play along and help him, thinking he'd snap out of it. But he really thinks he's a girl named Jodi. The more he did it, the more convinced I was that he...I mean she...really means it. I always wanted a sister, so this week has been like a dream for me."

"You tried to stop him?"

"Of course. I took him to a movie, thinking that if he went in public, he'd be scared. But he even helped me scope out boys! He really is a girl now mom. I think we should just treat him like one. I've never seen him so happy before!"

 

"John, talk to me!" said John Sr., in a serious tone.

"Not if you call me by a *boys* name" said Jodi.

"All right, uh...Jodi...what is going on? What happened to John?"

"There is no John" she said.

"You are my son John!"

"No I'm not. I'm Jodi. I've always been Jodi, you know."

"No I don't! You're a boy! How can you do this to yourself?"

"Do this? What do you mean? I'm a girl dad, just like Becky. How can you insult me by keep calling me a boy? Do you hate me that much?"

"No John, it's just that..."

"There you go, calling me John again! You hate me!" said Jodi, curling up and crying.

"Judith, get in here!" called out John Sr.

"John, listen" said Judith, once she pulled John over to the hallway where she stood. Becky said she came home, and he was like this. She played along because she always wanted a sister. But he's really serious. He really thinks he is a girl named Jodi."

"What did your daughter do to him?"

"Do to him? You can't do this to someone. He must have always wanted to be a girl."

"Impossible! No son of mine wants to be a girl."

"I am a girl dad" sobbed Jodi from her room.

"There there" said Judith, hugging Jodi. "Its all right. If this is who you are, then its who you are. Your dad will come around in time. Its just a huge shock to him. Try to understand."

"I see" said Jodi empathetically. "He thinks he had a son, so now he's hurt to find out the truth."

"See?" said Judith, "she thinks and feels just like a girl does. I think this is for real John."

"Jodi?" said John gently.

"Dad!" she said, and ran to him. She hugged him, and began to sob even harder.

"What now?" he said, exasperated.

"John, girls cry why they're happy too you know" said Judith, shaking her head.

"There there baby" he said to Jodi, "Everything will be all right. I have a lovely wife, and the two best daughters that a man could ask for."

"Thank you dad" said Jodi, smiling. She was lucky to have such a wonderful family! Becky came out, and they had a group hug together.

"I guess you're outnumbered now" said Judith, "with three girls in the family."

"It will take some getting used to" admitted John.

"Perhaps you'll come over to our side one day" said Becky.

John and Judith laughed, not realizing that Becky was serious. She wanted her mother's full attentions again. She wanted her mom back for herself, and she was already making plans...

  

  

  

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