Little Monster Miracle Orphanage (Day 19)

“Daddy~ I forgot my towel~!” You could hear Chloe cry out just as you finished chatting over the phone with your boss.

In the moment of allowing your co-workers to visit your house to discuss important matters you had completely forgotten that Chloe was busy giving herself a bath, and that’s when it finally hit you.

“How does a ghost take a bath!? What are you scrubbing clean!?” You call back.

…

“Oh yeah! I forgot I don’t need those!” Chloe called back.

…

“So~ can you come out?” You call back.

“I still need a towe~l” Chloe called out.

“Why?” You call back.

“I don’t want to make a mess” Chloe replied.

A part of you already knew she can just faze the bubbles. And water off of her considering she technically decides literally everything that can make contact with her body. Then again; you know what Chloe really wants.

That girl can be very needy when it comes to your attention, and frankly you were gonna give it to her. Mostly because she was well behaved enough lately, especially with not abusing her powers as you instructed, and exhausting herself. Those little subtle points of obedience, and trust should be rewarded in kind.

You reach the bathroom with towel in hand. Chloe covering her chest blushing, and smiling meekly as she shrugged while the bubbles on the water filled tub covered her bottom half.

“While we’re at it…I know I said you shouldn’t misuse your powers when you can’t recharge, but I don’t think there’s any harm in getting you ready for school before we go to sleep” you reply.

Chloe beamed at this, and zoomed out of the bathroom towards her room. You are quick to shut your eyes as she flies around naked to her room. You reach her bedroom, and knock on her bedroom door; her room where she usually practices her powers in private.

“Come in~!” Chloe sang.

You follow her inside, and spot her sat on her bed, her ghostly tail swishing excitedly back, and forth.

You kneel in front of her, practically at eye level with her.

“Remember how they taught you?” You ask.

“Yeah-yeah! I’m ready!” Chloe exclaimed.

“Alright, let’s get started” you begin.

Chloe had started her training in shape-shifting, but from what you gathered it was a very time, and energy consuming practice. Even more so than mind control, and possession.

However the plan wasn’t to completely transform Chloe top to bottom, but rather reshape her tail into something a little more…casual.

Human legs.

She needed your help for her first couple of tries because she needed someone to feel her new limbs to ensure they were thick enough, and she was focused enough to keep herself upright. Otherwise they would melt, or pop back into her original ghostly tail.

“A-ah~ d-daddy~ that feels weird~” Chloe gasped as you rubbed at her tail.

“Don’t tease me now sweetie, you know this is just to get you walking again” you reply keeping your focus on your job, and not the undertones this could bring up.

“I-I’m *hi~*-not! It’s just super tingly for some reason” Chloe piped up, little squeaks, and gasps as you helped her re-shape her tail.

By this point you had massaged her tail into a very smooth cone, Chloe’s focus, and sensations at ends with each other making the process take longer than it should.

“Focus Chloe, I know your tail is sensitive, but we’re almost there, we just need you to do the rest as I finish up” you reply.

Chloe was gasping, feebly nodding her head, you can only hope this was due to her expending more energy, and nothing else.

You start to see a gap develop in the middle of her tail, soon the gap is wide enough to dip your fingers into, and help her split her tail into two smooth, thinner cones.

“Good job sweetie! That was the hard part, we’re halfway there now” you encourage her.

You continue applying pressure, and rubbing her twin tails, while Chloe’s eyes were shut, and her focus was genuinely noticeable via her expressions.

“Okay, why don’t you try giving me a dress now Chloe before you expose yourself” you instruct.

“I-I can’t! I-I’m too focused on this to create anything else” Chloe whimpered.

Well luckily there was a towel you tried to give her, it would have to do. You reach towards it, and wrap your daughter with it, and resume your work. By this point you think you gave her some pretty decent knees, and work lower to work on her calves, ankles, and toes.

The whole process was an awkward ten minutes or so, but the job was complete, you took a step back to admire the work, and saw your little Chloe with her first pair of legs.

“Go ahead Chloe, try them out” you instruct.

Chloe peered down at her new feet, checking the joints, kicking the air, flexing the toes, the whole nine yards, but she still didn’t seem too confident in her craft.

“C-can you help me, one more time?” Chloe pleaded extending her arms towards you.

You nod, and grip her tiny hands as she slightly, ever so slightly dipped her toes on the floor. Going through it at first, she pinched her face, and focused once more, and soon felt resistance. With you still holding her, she finally lifted herself out of her bed, and she was standing like a normal…two legged girl once more.

You spent the next hour helping her adjust to her new limbs, having had her tail for so long, she needed time to break in her new appendages. So far only walking, and the occasional small jump she was capable of, but fast motion wasn’t gonna happen anytime soon.

More, or less; they were a little above cosmetic for now.

“Alright pumpkin I think that’s enough, you can practice on your own right?” You ask.

“Yeah-yeah! I-I can-*ya~wn*” She was excited at first, but a sneaky little yawn escaped her mouth.

“I think we both need time to rest, we were working hard today” you assure.

“Thanks daddy! I can’t wait to show them off to my friends at school!” Chloe smiled.

“Just…make sure you’re following the dress code when you do” you reply ruffling her hair a bit before tucking her in.

It was the next morning, the most daunting task to prepare for the work meeting was to clear some space for Katy. Mostly moving the couch somewhere in the corner, your main concern was the lack of seating, but you also weren’t sure how many people were gonna show up…or how you were gonna go about discussing things in the first place.

Maybe asking a few more questions would have made this task less stressful.

“So~ when is everyone coming?” Chloe asked still trying to practice using her feet.

Unable to climb the stairs, or move swiftly on her own, she settled to walking when she could, and flying for when she needed to.

“In a little bit, looks like you got to keep your dress with your feet” You notice she was quick to already adapt clothing into her new legs

“I’m gonna go upstairs, and try to make socks!” Chloe piped up, retreating back into her room, and exploring a new world of fashion she wasn’t able to.

When you finally finish preparing you decide to give yourself a cup of coffee to regain some energy back when all of a sudden you heard a rapid tapping at your door.

“That must be-” you begin.

Suddenly the windows in your living room were splatted with what looked like black ink. Drenching the room in shadow seeing as how the open curtain windows were your only source of light at the time.

“…No~” you grunt.

You take a peek through the peephole and see a bright red eye staring back, a familiar one at that.

“No-no-no~” you murmur.

The door was swung open flinging you several feet forward.

“(God damn it, this is the worst time!)” You though loudly to yourself.

They didn’t walk in, but rather rushed inside as quickly as they could, wearing very deep, and heavy black hooded cloaks.

“Close the door-close the door this instant!” The tallest of the four hooded women cried out.

“I got it! I got it…why do I have wear this stupid thing, the sun doesn’t even do anything to me” the smallest of the bunch grumbled as she shut the door.

“H-hello uh~ mother” you awkwardly greet her, the only relief given to you was the lack of any broken limbs from the impact you had from the door.

“You have a lot of explaining to do…son” the tall hooded being unveiled herself as well as the rest of her followers.

“I swear you’re just over exaggerating” you assure her.

You mother was foreboding in both power and height, standing a tall and proud 5’11 or so she claimed, you could see her reaching six feet thanks to her high heels. Long golden locks of blonde hair bounced and glistened through it’s own sheen without the need of light. Her eyes shone like red gems and her demeanor was stern and proud. Her body shaped like the perfect hourglass figure though it’s no surprise, she has a knack for making herself look perfect in almost any situation. Her outfit was a violet dress with a deep v neck cut to accentuate her bosom, and show off her long, shapely legs.

“Yes, it’s not everyday someone gets to be Josephine’s partner for her blog” the second tallest revealed herself.

“It was a total accident Lisa, you have to believe me!” You try to tell her.

She was the closest to resembling your mother in every way, which made her advances towards you, playful or teasing much more awkward for you. She reached your height, and over the course of the years had tried to replicate your mother’s beauty, and has succeeded in many areas, though not as tall. She can rival her mother in terms of breasts size, and is currently following your mother’s footsteps career wise, thus you often see her wearing a suit of some kind.

“We got a kick out of it brother, but I can’t help but feel she may have over exaggerated the details, at least to my knowledge” the third hooded girl

“Now I really don’t want to know what she wrote there…” You sigh.

Your second eldest sister, and the middle line of your siblings, she was more of a laid back free spirit kind of woman who always seems to think highly of herself. Granted she has the skills to prove she is capable of anything, but lacks the resolve to accomplish anymore than she wants to. While not as sharply dressed as her older sister, she is still decorated in an extravagant sundress with an intricate pattern, her blonde hair stylized in a more playful sense than any of your siblings with long twin pigtails.

Before she could make a snappy comeback you were suddenly jumped on by the smallest of the group. You caught her mid-air, a naturally born instinct considering how often she just leaps towards you.

“Yay! It’s my big brother! I missed you so~so much!” The little blonde girl cried out.

“Hey! It’s been a while Francine-!? W-what happened to ya? You were so much smaller, and your hair was so much longer!” You were shocked to see her sudden transformation.

“You noticed!? Yup I’ve been drinking lots of milk to make my bones strong for the fights ahead! Then I cut my hair, and mom got mad at me even though I told her it was to help me fight bad guys!” Your youngest sister piped up.

“It was awful! I almost had a heart attack seeing her beautiful golden locks on the floor, and this triumphant little smirk on her face thinking she’s done a good thing…It was enough to only make me spank her for half the time than usual” your mother shivered at the tragedy.

Her sandy blonde hair was indeed cut short, perhaps not even at neck level anymore, and spiky all around. Her attire was tomboy-ish in a sort of old fashioned Victorian sense with a dark red tunic, and long belted black gloves, black leggings, and red boots. And while she striking resemblance to her mother by sharing the same eyes down to the pupil, and colors; she’s the only who was actually born via your mother and father, thus making her a Dhampir rather than Vampire. She’s also the only one in the family you actually notice grow up, as your older sisters, and mother through your entire life have held their young looks since you were an infant, almost as if time was effecting everything but them.

“So! where’s the skank hiding? Where is the peasant that has forced herself on you?” Your mother began sniffing the air, attempting to smell her blood.

“Now mother we are beneath calling people such crud language, harlot might suit her better” Lisa chimed.

“No one forced themselves on me!” You assured her.

“Does it matter? To think she has the gall to take our brother away to herself, and after all the plans we had for you too, shame!” Veronica said.

“Hey! You better not do a thing to my big brother! He’s on my side!” Francine argued.

“W-what plans! Why wasn’t I informed of these plans of yours?” You call out.

“Hm~ strange I sense another presence in the room, but it’s too faint to be that of an adult woman…unless-*gasp* Anon! Did you get involved with the Sabbath!? What did I tell you about those pint sized, uncivil brats! Nothing but needy old hags in child’s clothing that want too much attention!” Your mother scolded you.

“So that’s why you spent so much time with Francine, and that job you took too, guess we figured out your preference. I was wondering why our advances weren’t working on you as much as time went on” Lisa said.

“Oh I remember the days he would clamber for our attention, remember when he was ten? He practically begged us to sleep in our rooms because he was afraid of the dark” Veronica opened closed wounds.

“Gee, thanks for the daily reminder of my past phobias I’m over with” you groan.

“Big brother is this true!? Are you really a weirdo!?” Francine asked you looking a tad nervous getting close to you.

“Why are you believing them!? It’s probably just Chloe!” You tell them.

“Chloe!?” Everyone spoke at once.

“Yes! Chloe!” You tell them.

“Oh yeah~ you mentioned something about that” Lisa said.

“Chloe!? As in…my new granddaughter? Well where is she!?” You mother wanted to know.

“Did someone call me?” Chloe zoomed in from from the ceiling.

It was a tense silence as Chloe looked back at the four of your family members, and them in turn see her as well.

It was your mother, and her love of theater that broke the silence.

“My word! Pray tell what has happened to thee! My granddaughter has become a spirit!? Oh what cruel mistress of fate has assaulted my kin and reduced her to a phantom of her former self!?” Your mother cried out as she clutched Chloe and hugged her to her soft bosom.

“Mmph-muah-mphmmh~” Chloe mumbled as she tried to speak through a face full of your mother’s chest.

“If you could just give me a minute to explain I can tell you-” you begin.

You hear another knock on the door and your mind implodes as the revelation of who’s behind that door settles in.

“Family visits are always fun! Family visits are always fun! Family visits are always fun!” You repeat the lie over, and over again as you slam your head against the wall.

“Hey, that brings me back to the day he did the same thing when we visited his dorm back in college” Veronica pointed out.

“Francine be a dear and answer the door for us” Lisa asked.

“Why do you guys always boss me around” Francine pouted as she stomped over to the door.

She opened the door to reveal Katy with several of the staff behind her, all of them carrying an assortment of promised snack goods.

“…Well, seems like we’ve interrupted something” Katy said.

“It looks like a whole bunch of goth just puked all over this place…no offense Mizari” Fubuki said.

“…I think we shopped in the same store…” Mizari murmured.

“Well I really like their…hair?” Betsy was confused.

“Oui! It is ze splendid shade of gold I’ve ever seen! I think jewelry is less shiny zhan their hair!” Josephine commented.

“No way! No freaking way! Is that who I think it is!?” Veronica gasped.

“It is! It is! K-keep your composure! Just like we planned!” Lisa squeaked.

Unfortunately a second look at the blog queen made their noble, proud vampire brains reduced to preteen girls seeing their favorite pop idol. They screamed and scrambled towards Josephine asking her a myriad of questions while their mother was too focused with another powerful presence. An air of superiority that rivaled that of herself, this simply must not stand. It was enough for her to release your daughter Chloe who gasped at the air.

“*Gasp~* air-! Precious air I don’t even need-*Gasp*!” Chloe panted loudly.

“Hey-hey are you okay? Sorry my mom can get carried away, I feel your pain” Francine assisted Chloe. Your little sister had always been very quick to help those who suffered at the hands of the Vampire hoard.

“I sense a strong power in you. Who are you?” The Vampire mommy challenged her new opponent.

“Yes, people have been known to say that about me” Katy spoke out.

“I am countess Elizabeth, a pure blood of my noble clan of Vampires!” Your mother declared herself.

“And I am Katy, a mother to all, and master labyrinth architect, and caretaker of my own orphanage!” Katy declared herself.

“…I don’t care in the least about you! I was talking to the Yuki-Onna next to you!” Elizabeth proclaimed.

Katy’s world shattered as her image was downgraded to that of a side-character…

“Oh? I’m Fubuki…I can make it snow among other things” Fubuki half assed her own introduction.

“Katy, Katy!? Aren’t you guys a little early?” You ask her

“Why do you care? Nobody likes me anyways” Katy mumbled to herself as she curled into a fetal position. She cuddled her long tail and began twiddling at your carpet with her finger.

“Katy, this isn’t the time to be feeling down on yourself like this. Mizari help me out” You call out.

Mizari was frozen stiff entering a boy’s house for the first time in her life. Oh~ how she wishes she brought her diary as she had a sudden urge to put her thoughts into words.

He tried to ask Josephine for assistance, but found her swarmed by her sisters, Josephine being a practiced internet celebrity however was more than capable of handling them, at the cost of being unable to assist Katy.

“…Besty? Betsy please?” You turn to the only option you should have went for from the start.

“I’m here Katy, everything will be fine, you’re super important…just leave this to me Anon, this isn’t the first time this happened” Betsy assured you.

“You’re a saint Betsy, thanks” you thank her.

“Just being me” Betsy waved it off.

“Anon E. Mous! Come here!” Your mother called out.

Uh-oh, she doesn’t use your full name unless you really screwed up.

“C-coming” you feel your confidence and nerves dissipate.

“Who are all these women! And which one of them is your girlfriend!” Your mother cried out.

“Girlfriend!?” Your co-workers speak out all at once.

“…Yes, which one of us is your girlfriend exactly?” Fubuki asked.

“U-um this is really, something isn’t it?” Betsy blushed.

Mizari was once again a sputtering mess of sweat, embarrassment, and random stuttering noises.

“Oui-oui we had such a time together, oh, but I would love to hear ze stories you two shared with your frere” Josephine was doing her own thing.

“I don’t care anymore, not like anyone’s going to pay any attention to me regardless” Katy was in a slow recovery rate.

It may be throbbing headache forming in his head, but Anon speculates this day is going to turn out great!

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