Week 2 Gabriella's Date: Part Three

Susan followed behind the taller woman with apprehension. Shar had been nothing but nice to her, gone quite out of her way to initially bend the rules to keep her her own person and not just Laura's pet. But she had been different lately, and not just her looks.

Still she had seemed more her old self this morning, until now. So Susan worried as she stepped onto the big silver disk next to their host.

Appearing on a slightly raised platform surrounded by a riot of roses she lost all of that in a moment of wonder. A rose garden had been mentioned by the others, but she'd have never pictured one like this is a million years.

"What do you know of your father's mother?" Shar asked her before starting down a path slowly so that Susan could keep up.

That snapped Susan from wonder to curiosity. Looking up at the tall redhead while walking along side she thought for a moment before replying. "It's the biggest mystery of my family's history. We know she existed, my father and aunt attest to that, but no one remembers her and there isn't a single picture or painting of her that anyone knows of. She just disappeared one day, about when my father was seven years old, taking all evidence of her with her."

It was Shar's turn to walk in silent thought for a moment. Finally. "I'd like to tell you some things but I must ask you to keep this from the others unless there is **** need." She glanced down at Susan who nodded baffled.

"I knew your grandmother. She was taken, much like you, to be a contestant on a season of this show."

Susan stopped in shock. "You kidnapped my grandmother?! What did you do to her?"

Shar looked back shaking her head. "I was not host of that show, I had no say in who was taken. And very little in what happened to them." She finished bitterly.

"She had children! Young children and a husband."

"I know. She loved her children very much, and fought very hard to get back to them."

Still in shock Susan caught back up with Shar, who then continued walking. "But she didn't make it back."

Shar sighed with regret. "No. She was eliminated despite my best efforts to help her. I failed her."

"What happened?" Susan wasn't sure she wanted to know but morbid curiosity compelled her to ask anyways.

"Much like you your grandmother was very gifted in the chest department, and also like you this lead to her getting cow transformations. So when she was eliminated she was turned into the master's pet cow."

Remembering her close call for the same fate Susan went white. "What almost happened to me..."

Shar nodded. "Yes. But I was able to prevent it this time."

"Thank you for that. I never did say that before and I should have. You saved me, without you I wouldn't have my own child."

"Without me you wouldn't be here at all." Shar smiled down at the other woman. "But no, you wouldn't have your child either."

Grimly Susan asked. "So was she treated well as a pet?"

Shar sighed again, shaking her head. "Not at first, no. The master of that season was not a good person. Was nothing like Laura. However the season ended in disaster and in the resulting chaos I took charge of your grandmother."

Susan gasped seeing the headstone and rushed up ahead. "Agnes Wagner. My grandmother?" The tears that had threatened before now ran down her face.

Shar stepped up beside her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I did my best to take care of her and I like to think she was as happy as she could be in her condition until her eventual ****."

"Why tell me now?" The crying woman asked.

"Things are happening that might prevent me from telling you in the future. I felt you should know and that this was a good time. Your place with Laura is firm, the two of you have a strong bond despite your antagonism from before. Unless you screw up very badly you will not share your grandmothers fate. Agnes lives on in you, and in your child. You have her strength and determination, though you are far less stubborn than she was." Shar chuckled at the last and Susan joined her.

"Thank you for telling me, and for showing me this. I'll try to keep the secret from the others but I don't know how well I can keep anything from Tracy."

Shar laughed louder then. "No, keeping things from Tracy is definitely problematic. You can tell her, and let her know she can share her secrets with you. I trust you to be discrete with them as well though."

Susan nodded. "I want to also thank you for taking care of my grandmother."

Shar looked at the other woman for a moment in thought. "I wouldn't offer this normally, some might consider it cruel, but you seen to have embraced your changes." Suddenly Shar was holding a leather collar with a golden cow bell attached. "This was Agnes's, I have kept it in memory of her but perhaps you would like it?"

Susan took the collar from the tall woman's hand and looked it over. "It's not cruel at all. This was my grandmother's, the only legacy she could pass on." Susan put on the collar and smiled up at Shar, the bell giving a quiet tinkle. "And we'll see what Laura thinks of Agnes as a name for our daughter."

Shar wiped a tear from the shorter woman's cheek and smiled. "That sounds like a lovely idea."

"If you don't mind I'd like some time alone to talk to my grandmother. She can't hear me but I'd like to all the same."

"Of course." And Shar was gone, leaving Susan to grieve for a woman she never knew.

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Tracy zipped into her room with a **** Stacy following behind. Checking out her new outfits sounded like fun, and a excuse to ogle or possibly even grope her sister in the process.

Stacy rolled her eyes at her sisters enthusiasm. She doubted the new outfits would be much of a improvement on her current cheer shit but it would at least add some variety. "Why are you so exited? You'd probably rather I go naked."

Tracy looked back with a raised brow. "Is that an option? Have you finally embraced nudity?"

"No! Being dragged out in front of everyone once was bad enough." She continued on towards her wardrobe.

Tracy followed with a grin. "You've been naked with Laura and me comfortably getting sexed up, Candy and Susan too if you count the orgy in the shower."

"That was not an orgy."

"Well sure not a proper one and you didn't get off at all. Susan should really have completed the circle." Tracy wagged her eyebrows suggestively.

"Ugh! What's your point?" Stacy glared back at the teal haired menace.

Tracy booped her sister's nose. "I'm just getting started! You've also swam naked around Anna with no problem. So that just leaves Carla, Kim, Misty, and Gabriella. Which one is giving you the creeps about seeing you naked?"

Stacy crossed her arms. "Wearing clothes in public is normal you deviant! Why can't you put on a bra like a normal person? That netting just makes you look more naked than if you didn't wear it."

"That's the point, duh. Tell you what, you let me pick your outfit today and I'll put on a bra."

"Really?"

Tracy held out her hand. "Pinky swear."

Stacy rolled her eyes and grasped her sister's pinky with her own. "You are such a child."

Ignoring the outburst Tracy moved past her sister and opened her wardrobe doors. "So lets see what's new, you're going to model it for me right?"

"Why would I do that?"

Tracy turned back holding a black bundle in her arms. "One, you want to know what they look like too. Two, how else am I supposed to pick. And three if you don't I pick nude."

"What?! I'm not going naked!"

"Ah ah, you pinky swore!"

Grinding her teeth Stacy glared at her twin. "Fine. What are you holding?" She asked while kicking off her shoes.

Grinning in triumph Tracy unrolled a pair of black leggings with pink trim. "This was by itself so I think it goes with your normal tops."

"Yoga pants? Well it's definitely something different." Stacy pulled off her skirt, and reluctantly under her sister's eye her panties as well before taking the pants from Tracy's hand. She noted grimly these had a hole for her tail already.

Pulling on the skin tight fabric she felt like she might as well be naked though she was technically covered from the waist to her ankles. "That's a nice look." Tracy said after looking her over. "Probably could get away with the skirt over it too." Tracy then turned back and pulled two smaller items out with a grin. "These might be even better though!"

Stacy peeled the leggings back off then removed her top before taking the next two items from Tracy. "There's barely anything here." She complained. Under Tracy's watchful eye she squeezed into a tube top that showed off as much breast as it concealed and a pair of shorts that only just escaped thong territory. Both were black but the top had a grinning pink skull over each nipple. "Is this Lycra?"

"Softshell I think, very fancy. I do believe this is your cheer swimsuit. No tail hole for this one."

"Because it doesn't cover enough of my ass to get to my tail. Ugh! At least it's waterproof then." The stretchy material was quite comfortable she had to admit, even if there wasn't much of it. "Anything else?"

"Just one more I saw." Turning back Tracy pulled out a one piece black cheer outfit that looked almost like a very short dress on a hanger. "Formal wear?"

Stacy ran a hand along the elaborate pink dragon that ran down one side of the garment. She thought it's head would look like it was resting on top of her right breast when on. "It certainly covers the most, even if it is still sleeveless." Struggling out of the 'swim suit' she took the 'dress' from her sister and tried it on.

The skirt was even a decent length on her she thought, though her tail lifted the back to show her ass anyways. "I think I like this one the best honestly." It was the closest to her old dresses at least.

"It does look very nice on you." Tracy pondered her sister while rubbing her chin. "Tell you what, put on the leggings and the swim top for the day then you can wear that for dinner."

Stacy rolled her eyes, but it was better than nothing. "Going to take me out for dinner?"

Tracy pulled her sister in for a kiss. "I'll have the best looking date there."

"We look the same!"

"I know."

Stacy groaned in exasperation but didn't move away from her sister's hug.