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, sighing in frustration. She stepped carefully out of the car, afraid she might lose her balance and fall without being able to catch herself. Her face and body were almost identical to Martina's, except she had shoulder-length hair, was shaven between her legs, and of course her arms ended in smooth stumps at the wrists, her hands completely gone.

"Hey I just realized," she said to Morgan, "I have bigger tits than you now!"

"You'd better not get on my bad side," replied her sister. "You're going to need my help without hands way more than I'm going to need your help without boobs."