I woke up at 8 A.M. and took a shower. After blow-drying my hair, I let it fall on my back. I wore black pants and a simple cropped top. I inspected myself in the mirror as I adjusted my outfit. My breasts weren't large like Beth's or Begonia's, or that waitress from the cafe, but they were round enough to give me a feminine look. I put on my house shoes and headed downstairs.

To my surprise, Tate was in the kitchen, cooking.

"Good morning, my only favorite brother," I said, wrapping my arms ...