That evening.

Time seems to go by in a blur as you try to process what happened to you at the hands of your sisters. The betrayal of trust hurts deeply It doesn't surprise me that much that Fiona would do something like that, but Elsie, your heart aches at the memory. _But fuck it felt good. _You can feel your pussy quiver with the first stirrings of returned arousal.__

By the time you start to become aware of your surroundings again, you realize that you're curled up in your own bed, feeling sick at what happened, even as you can feel yourself growing wet once more thinking about it.

I can't do this, I can't face them right now.

With no clear idea of what you're going to do, you move to your closet, grabbing a duffel bag before stuffing some clothes, mostly sweats, that you think will still fit your new body. You've just finished stuffing the last few items you want into the bag, your wallet getting tossed in last, when you hear a soft knock on the door.

Your knees nearly buckle with a mix of fear and arousal.

Frozen in place, you realize that you are going to have to either answer the door, or try to make your escape through the window.