"I know you'll be good from now on," Stacy said. "You were a bad mommy," she said. She turned. "Gonna need a new mommy," she mumbled to herself.
"Thanks for letting me walk with you," Stacy said to Mikey. "Maybe I could play with Elmo sometime."
"I'm sure that would be fine, but I have to ask my Mom," Mikey said.
"Okay," Stacy said, agreeably.
"Come on, boy," Mikey said to Emily.
Emily cursed, feeling her body continuing to compress in on itself...and with a sudden release of pressure, a certain organ popping out between her legs. Stacy had been mad at her before...but she'd never done this...she could only hope that the girl would change her mind.
Mikey urged Emily along toward the house, and when they were finally inside, removed the leash, leaving the former woman free to roam the house.
The Gibsons seemed to be ignoring her...at least...ignoring her like they would a family pet. She finally grew tired of trying, and just sat, frustrated. Then she heard a voice behind her. "Whose dog is that?"
