The family arriving home

The Masons' car pulled into the driveway of the their two-story house and parked. First out of the car was Alice Mason, the mother and the only one who was the same person as when they'd left home, not to mention the only one still wearing clothes. "Come on kids," she called into the car, "I know it's rough but you can't stay in the car forever."

The passenger door opened and out stepped 20-year-old Morgan. She was still tall and beautiful, her shapely hips, perfect butt, and lovely legs visible to the whole neighborhood, as was her clean-shaven snatch. But her chest was completely flat. Her nipples were small like a boy's, and there was no hint of breast growth at all.

The back driver's-side door opened and another naked girl stepped out. At first glance a neighbor would have thought it was Miranda with a new short haircut, but in fact this was the newly-rechristened Martina Mason. Her facial features were softer than Martin's had been, and her body was similarly delicate and feminine. As she stood she looked down at her b-cup breasts and the little patch of hair between her legs, and wondered how long it would take to get used to being a girl.

"Morgan, help your sister out," said Alice after a moment. "I think she's having trouble with the door." Morgan opened the back passenger's-side door and there was Miranda, smiling up at her sheepishly. She hopped out of the car lightly, looking to be in a better mood than her two sisters. Her face and body were almost identical to Martina's, except she had shoulder-length hair and was shaven between her legs.

Suddenly Miranda reached up and put her hands over Morgan's nipples. "You look silly with no titties!" she said with a laugh. Morgan started to be annoyed, but then felt bad for her formerly intelligent sister and put an arm around her to lead her inside.