BOO!

I put my clothes back on. In the back of my mind, I noted that I never wore the same clothes twice before. Felt kind of weird. "John, um...could you...help me with something?" Rachel asked sheepishly. Turning to look at her, I found that she had chosen a more casual outfit this time. She had on a pair of blue pants that hung somewhat loosely from her petite frame, fastened with a belt to keep them from falling right off. A pair of simple white socks adorned her feet. On her bed lay a black top and on the floor near it were a pair of blue and white sneakers. Pretty much what you'd expect anyone to wear.

None of that, however, was what she needed help with. She was holding a bra in her hands. "I...can never get these damn things on," she muttered. Come to think of it, her leotard seemed to have support built in, if I remembered right from peeling it off her body last night. Naturally, I agreed to help. She put it on as best she could, than turned around, allowing me access to the hooks on the back. "Thanks...and please, don't mention this to Jenny."

"Not a word," I replied before hooking the bra. Rachel turned back around, a puzzled look on her face a moment before she groaned. I could see why. The bra clearly was a bit snug. Undoubtedly her lactation last night caused a slight growth. "Are you going to be okay? It doesn't hurt, does it?" I asked, worried. Her irritated look melted a little at my concern and she pecked my cheek.

"It's fine. The swelling will go down. ...I hope..." The last part was mumbled under her breath. Shaking it off, she grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head, slipping her shoes and tying them up a moment later. "Alright, let's go before Kim breaks my door down." Judging from the irritation that reappeared on her face, that wasn't a joke.

I made the mistake of leaving the room first. "MOUSEY!" a voice squealed before I was tackled from my left. I fell to the floor, a weight on my back. There was a gust of hot breath on my neck before I felt a nibble on my ear. Then came the whisper. "Six. Months." she teased.

My assumptions of the identity of my 'attacker' was quickly confirmed. "Jenny! Get off John right now!" Rachel snapped. The weight left my back. As I got to my feet, I saw a flutter of pink in front of me. Jenny was being suspended upside down by Rachel's abilities. Actually, I had no idea how this worked. How did they replicate Raven's powers? For that matter, what was that door last night in the bathroom? Did Jenny just make that appear?

Being upside down did nothing to damper Jenny's mood, however. She grinned at me, winking a cat-like eye at me. "Hey there, Mousey," she purred. Purring was the word, really. She was no neko girl or anything, but her cat-like qualities had certainly been amplified. Her canines were a bit longer than a normal person's. They reminded me of my old cat's, whose own canines poked out just barely from under its lips for some reason, rather than the usual 'vampire' sort of feeling one would expect from seeing elongated canines in a human mouth.

Her body was lithe and slender...but not the petite sort like Rachel's. She wore a black skirt, her legs covered by...stockings? Leggings? My knowledge of women's wear was lacking, I admit. Her top was white with black cat-heads all over it.

Suddenly Jenny was released and, to my surprise, she flipped herself upright, landing on her feet and hands. Her grin never faded and her eyes never left mine. If she was unprepared for the sudden fall, she wasn't showing it.

"Hey there, Johnny-boy. I see you met Jenny," Kim called as I stood up. She was poking her head out from around a corner. "Breakfast is served, so get that tight butt in here." Jenny laughed, springing up and darting into what was either the dining room or the kitchen. I couldn't see from where I was, but where else would they eat?

Rachel gripped my arm. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry, Jenny is just..." she began before pausing to search for the right word, "...well, Jenny is just Jenny." Somehow that made perfect sense in regards to being an excuse for her behavior.

"...'tight butt'?" I muttered. Rachel snickered and pinched my ass, making me jump a bit. "Well...she's not wrong," she replied, apparently relieved from the nature of my reply. I hadn't been hurt, just surprised. Somehow, despite being tackled, it had been a soft landing.

My first thought was to follow Jenny and get something to eat. Then I remembered that 'Jenny' shouldn't even exist. I had to get in touched with Mr. Fox so I could get an explanation (and tell him that I was docking his pay. I probably wouldn't, that was just something I threatened him with when annoyed).