Sophia, the second youngest of eight daughters raised by a single mum.

Author's note/style guide: feel free to add you own branches, just follow the style overall. When the truth is changed, it is written in Italics.

Sophia rolled out of bed, straight into what seemed like a warzone, if the conflict was raging between goths and traditional femininity. She shared her room with her twin sister Adaline (born 3 minutes, 20 seconds after her), and her youngest elder sister Catharine (born 9 months, 5 days before her); who seemed to ben unrelated to each other or to her, based on how they dressed, aside from their long auburn hair and large, creamy-skinned breasts. She shared these traits with her sisters, but as a futa she was blessed (or cursed as she thought on some days) with a pair of twenty-five centimetre long dicks, which despite their lack of testes still ejaculated highly fertile sperm (she knew this because of a mishap with a classmate resulting in a quick trip to an abortion clinic) litres at a time.

Adaline was in the bunk above her, so she quickly punched her through the mattress to wake her. Catharine was already up, and trying to convince her very tight blouse to cover her breasts. She didn't have to try as hard, she just shrugged a mid-calf length green dress. She hadn't bothered with underwear since neither of her cocks would fit, let alone both together. She thought of the future: her sixth form prom was this evening, which filled her with trepadation, but more immediately she had to stop her sisters from killing each other.

"Cat, love. Thou don't have to spend half thy life on blusher." Ada was barely awake, but still able to give jibes against her sister. "And thou canst wear clothes that don't need thine extrusion into, knowst thou?"

"If, and tis a great if, I have a need to learn how to dress like a corpse after its burial, I shall question thee. Until that unlikely point, I shall spend a few moments on my appearance." Catharine was used to this, and more awake, so her barbs were cogent despite that she normally struggled with such things.

"What if you could just look like that without effort?" Sophia spoke up timidly between her sisters, ready to hold them apart physically. At that moment, she remembered an odd dream she had that night: a shadowy goddess in a grand temple, saying in an unknown yet perfectly understandable language YOU HAVE SUFFERED AT THE HANDS OF LIES, NOW YOU SHALL BE BLESSÉD WITH THE GREATEST TRUTH. Something clicked in her brain, and she said "You both always have perfect make-up and hair, and you can change it with just a thought."

Instantly, Cat transformed from a half-awake young woman to a model ready for a catwalk. Her emerald eyes had perfect eyeliner, and her alabaster skin perfectly offset with a slight blush, framed by firey, knee length hair. A similar, but opposite transformation overcame Ada, who became a perfectly pale goth, with black lipstick and eyeshadow creating a beautiful contrast with her paper-white skin, and all framed by ankle length auburn hair.

She left them to their bickering, and decended a short staircase down to the kitchen, where her thirty-nine year old mother was stirring a vat of porridge while serruptitiously masturbating under her leggings. "Oh shit. Hi Soph. I'm sorry you saw that."

"It doesn't matter mum. In this house, nobody cares about modesty, or feels shame about sex." She stepped past her mum, who had removed her leggings and was wanking her unshaved pussy directly over the porridge pot. "Thanks mum. You know we all love the taste of each other's cum."

She ate the porridge as her sisters trooped down the stairs, her eldest sisters the identical twins Cassandra and Alexandra both half naked and half awake, home since the end of their second year of uni; the triplets Charlotte, Scarlette and Violette as a single mess of ginger hair and girlcum from another night of the gap year which fell through to a series of nearly-incestuous orgies; and finally Catharine and Adaline, as far apart as they could be.

"I have an announcement to make." Her voice carried easily in the kitchen, and the eight women turned to look at her.