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 out stepped Martin, equally naked and with even less to be seen. His facial features were more feminine than they'd been before, but still more masculine than his sisters'. His body was androgynous as well, shoulders a bit narrower, hips a little fuller, and there was no sign of hair on his face or body at all. As he stood up he looked down at his crotch, which was just a flat bit of skin with no genitals at all, and wondered how in the world he'd get used to this.

"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. Miranda's arms ended in smooth stumps at the wrists, her hands completely gone. Other than that, she looked normal and very attractive naked. Her breasts were only a b-cup but they suited her small frame, and like Morgan she kept her pubic hair shaved.

"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."