Keeva’s POVIt wasn’t a dream. The floor is as hard and cold this morning as it was last night. The sun streams through the living room window, making me blink from the intensity of its glare. I pull myself up and look around me, the crumpled couch still littering the floor. This is all I have known, this house, my unloving father. Since I turned eighteen and it was confirmed that I am human, he has become even colder to me. I have spent hours praying to The Moon Goddess to try and understand why I was chosen to be human. But there has been no answer. It seems I am alone in this world. I can’t sit here all day, there is no doubt loads to do. I walk through the cold hallway, my bare feet padding lightly, the pain shooting up my leg from my injured ankle.I warily pull off the black vest that Becky gave to me last night, being careful not to knock open the wound on my shoulder. My breasts spring free, pert and full, big enough to draw unwanted attention. My small waist gives way to thic
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