Her sister Annie.

Jill's had made it a point to visit her big sister Annie's family every six months or so. At this point she was already terribly overdue. But she put it off for fear of dealing with Annie's almost certain judgment and rejection.

Annie was eight years older than Jill, shared her dark curly hair and striking features. And while Jill was pretty, Annie was prettier. She was, and had always been the better sister. She was a successful childrens' author and lived upstate with her husband Arthur, a man 15 years her senior, a professor of sociology and the kind of annoying Jewish intellectual that Jill always thought gave her people a bad name, and their kids Ruthie and Jake, a pair of teenage twins.

Annie was soft spoken and kind to everyone but Jill had frequently been the subject of her passive, unassuming judgment.

So Jill let six more months pass before finally calling Annie and arranging a visit. And she'd changed even more in those six months.

Soon after her transformation Jill had quit her job teaching Hebrew school, fucking a few of the dads and one of the mothers on her way out "Parents - #316, 317, 322, 327." She applied for a position as an exotic dancer at the "Wild Hare Club" downtown, but originally the general manager had been skeptical.

"You're an attractive girl, but you have no experience," he'd said. But after Jill took his cum on her face he'd changed his mind. "Strip Club Manager - #355"

Working at the club was perfect. Jill had learned quickly, and all the physical activity had tightened her body and put her into amazing shape. Plus the money was great, and finding people to fuck was ridiculously easy.

Jill had been averaging about two people a day for that six months and had planned and executed another good sized orgy. By the time she called Annie to visit her journal count was up to fuck #782.

Jill had also added another piercing, a ring in the corner of her mouth on her bottom lip "piercing guy #674" and a whole long mess of a tattoo, about a hundred flower petals streaming down her right arm slowly turning into tears of flame, symbolizing her constant deflowering and the burning of her passion "tattoo girl #702"

The morning before heading east to Olympia, Jill assessed herself in the mirror. Annie and her husband would be shocked by what they saw, but there was no reason to invite outrage. She could be the same sweet boring sister Annie had always known, just the sexed-up variety.

So Jill decided to play it safe. She didn't own any panties, but she'd wear jeans instead of a skirt, and a modest t-shirt. She'd keep her lip piercing in though, and the purple streak in her hair.

Then she was off, on the road, not quite dreading the day.

Annie opened the door and immediately greeted her with a look of disappointment.

The evening had gone on much as it would have and in fact, had on any other visit, except with Annie and Arthur trying to suppress their pity and concern. Jill acted the same as she always had with her sister's family and no one seemed to dare mention the change in her.

Until dinner was done and the kids had gone off with their friends for the evening.

"Jilly, what's going on? What's wrong?" Annie asked softly her concern grating to Jill's ears.

"Nothing's wrong" Jill smiled, finally getting what she'd expected.

"But you've changed."

"Have I? Am I acting any different?"

"Well..." Annie trailed off for a moment. "I guess not. But why all... this." Annie gestured toward her face.

And Jill hadn't planned any elaborate lie or story so she told the truth. She told them about the assignment and the orgy and the other orgy and her awakening and new life, trying not to seem to excited as she recounted the tale. Annie and Arthur did not receive it well.

"I think I'd like to talk to this teacher of yours." Annie said, sweetly condescending as always.

Jill just shook her head. "I don't understand the problem. I haven't changed personally, you said so yourself. If anything I'm happier. Aren't I as happy as you've ever seen me?" Annie had **** but to nod in agreement. "So you should be happy for me." Jill continued. "And if anything this should give you even more of a reason to feel like the better sister." Annie made a sad face at that. "So I don't see what the problem is."

"The problem is..." Arthur finally but in and Annie immediately put her hand on her husband's seemingly knowing he was about to get worked up. "No... let me please. The problem is, every society creates for itself a series of social norms and standards. Even if they seem arbitrary, there's simply no other way to impose order from an evolutionary hierarchical point-of-view. You may think what you're doing is fine and doesn't hurt anyone but it upsets the cultural balance."

Jill didn't want to go head to head with Arthur's intellectual nonsense but she almost couldn't help herself. "So you want me to follow the standards that say that women should be good little innocent wives and ignore their own pleasure because it frightens people? Sorry Art I like my pleasure. I didn't know that 10 months ago, but I know it now."

"But Jilly..." Annie seemingly had nowhere to go, so changed the subject. "I can see your nipples."

Jill looked down at her chest quickly. She'd purposely chosen one of her few totally opaque tops. There was no way the could be seen. "No you can't." She insisted.

"Well you're not wearing a bra, I can see their shape. At least I think that's it. Are they... are they pierced? Is that why they look so odd?"

"Annie, sis, if the outline of a nipple is bothering you, you really have some hangups. And yes, they're pierced. It's not a big deal."

"It's just that" Annie was starting to get insistent. "Jake could see them too. He was staring at them all through dinner."

"Jake is eighteen." Jill answered. "I imagine he spends most of his time staring at breasts nomatter what."

Jill was particularly disappointed. She'd worn such a modest top for her sister's sake but it wasn't even enough. Now she was required to wear a bra too. And the conversation went on, late into the night. Jill really hadn't wanted a big debate. She'd hoped things would go smoothly. Despite her general disdain for her older sister, she also still craved her approval a bit and wanted them to be friends.

But this visit clearly wasn't going to be a friendly visit. And Jill knew there was one up side to a long evening conversation. Once the clock hit 10:00 Annie and Arthur would insist that Jill not get back on the road and drive all the way home that night. They'd put her up in their spare room. Even if they were upset with her, she was family.

And this was exactly what Jill had planned on. It wasn't what she'd originally wanted to happen. She'd wanted there to be no trouble at all. But she knew if there was, she'd have to make Annie and Arthur see it her way. And the best way to do that was the spend the night.

It was about one o'clock in the morning. Jill laid in the spare room down the hall naked in bed, her hand gliding over her bald pussy like it did for most of the night, thinking back on the day's confrontation and on how Annie and Arthur had thrown every dumb, prude, old-fashioned argument at her that they could. And of course, nothing had gotten resolved.

But Jill knew how to resolve it. She decided she had **** but to act. So she laid in bed, awake, waiting.

Finally she heard the door to her sister's bedroom open and a body exit and walk down the hall toward the kitchen. Now was her chance. Her chance to accost her groggy, tired host, and show them, not just tell them, her point of view.

Jill jumped out of bed, the only question in her mind whether she'd be encountering her sister Annie or Arthur.