Fleety wasn't looking so good standing there at the sink. Ammy drew close to Fleety and put an arm around hir waist. She gently pulled hir away from the barthroom sink.

"Come on sweety you need some more rest. It's 4 in the morning." Ammy guided her fem husband back towards bed.

"Am I being punished for having thoughts of wanting to have a set of boobs?" Fleety asked in a stunned but high voice.

Ammy blinked a little in surprise to that confession but she made sure Fleety didn't see it. Leave it to a goddess to have strings attached to a wish. She stroked Fleety's back as they neared their bed.

"I don't think your being punished. I think maybe she did it to give you something new to learn and experience. Honestly your better suited for, uhm, being both genders." Ammy said gently.

Fleety gave her an eery stair of blue and green eyes. "What the hell makes me suited for this?" shi gestured to hir body that didn't like hir body anymore.

Ammy thought quietly how best to answer that. "Well love, you've seen a lot of years, known a lot of people, and have had auto mail grafted to your body twice. I believe you're one of the with enough sanity and integrity to handle this experience. I know I'd go nuts I ever became a male."

Fleety just rubbed hir head wanting to know why this happened and for what purpose. Shi couldn't think straight though. Hir medical knowledge had already alerted hir to the symptoms of severe hormone embalances. Fleety was going to have to ride the next week or so out until hir body adjusted. Shi crawled into bed and tried to sleep.

Ammy crawled right in with Fleety embraced hir. Not a whole lot of words were going to help hir, but a loving touch and caring would. Ammy drifted off to sleep once she heard Fleety resting in peace.

Ammy was the first to wake up later that morning. She sat up and stretched. A smile touched her muzzle as she felt real muscles stretch and warm instead of the synthetic fibers of her now removed auto mail limbs. She felt Fleety stir next to her. Ammy placed a paw on hir furred shoulder and gave a soft reassuring squeeze. Fleety settled into sleep again.

Ammy slipped out of bed and padded for the kitchen feeling the cool air in her fur. She started up some calming herbal tea then rummaged in the fridge. Pulling out some eggs and some venison sausage she made herself, Ammy hummed a tune as she started to cook. A few onions were sacrificed in the name of flavor as well as a few cloves of garlic met a timely mincing doom. Onions and garlic were thrown into a cast iron pan with a few dollops of Rosemary oil.

The metallic ting of eggs cracking soon followed as well as the scrape of metal whisk on metal bowl. Pushing back a long strand of red hair, she let a silent smile slip over her muzzle. She used to hate cooking unless alchemy was involved but the presence of a five year old in the house made her want to cook. Soon the whisked eggs sizzled with the garlic and onions. She began to crumble the sausage into the pan.

Glancing to the bedroom door, Ammy noted that Fleety still slept. Spatchula in paw she quickly moved the scrambled eggs around until the were cooked. Killing the flame on the stove she left the pan to keep warm as she went to her own personal room. A glance inside the room reminded her of the cancer she had had. Well thanks to the ever present magic in this realm she was healed quickly. Her research into a cure for cancer lay collecting dust on the table. Ammy gave a sigh. She could continue the research, but her having cancer was a rare mishap. Maybe she could continue it for none lupes, then again what is the point when some just waves a hand and cures you?

Ammy shook her head and proceeded to her, the true reason she darkened the door way of this room. Opening the closet she started to rummage through her clothing guessing at what sizes Fleety may need. Within minutes she had halter top, bra, panties, and some comfy jeans pulled out. These should fit Fleety. A look at the room before she left with clothes in paw started her thinking. It was time to clean it out, move the clothes back into their own bedroom and take the supplies and medical equipment back to Whisper Paws.

Entering the cozy den space next to the kitchen she saw Fleety shuffling in yawning.

"Herbal tea in the pot if you're still a bit stressed out love." Ammy called out.

Setting the clothes on the end of the couch she walked up to Fleety and hugged hir close. Fleety leaned into the hug and sniffed a few times.

"Did you cook breakfast?" Fleety asked in surprise.

Ammy poked Fleety lightly in the chest. "I don't burn everything. Let's eat and then we can get you some new clothing. Also we should see Fen. Have him check you over to make sure things aren't dangerously off normal."

Fleety sat and dished out a plate of eggs. A few bites later and shi was impressed.

"Ammy these eggs are great. I couldn't have cooked them any better." Fleety smiled.

"Glad you like them Fleety." Ammy spoke while rummaging for something in a drawer.

She stopped after pulling out a seamstress tape measure. Then she dished herself out some eggs and ate. Fleety eyeballed the tape-measure.

"What are you planning on doing with that?" shi asked.

Ammy swallowed a bite full of eggs before speaking. "I've got to measure you before shopping for clothes. Wont due to by clothing that won't fit."

"Why can't I wear my own clothing?" Fleety asked.

"Love, you're shorter and slimmer in some areas and wider in other areas. Trust me your old clothing is going to be either too to tight or too lose. Unless you want to flash people when your pants fall off or have others ogling
your chest in a tight shirt you'll want new clothes that fi."

Fleety node. That did make a lot of sense. He was worried enough as is about being stared at. Ogling would be too much.

Soon breakfast was finished and Ammy held the tape in her paws. She motioned Fleety to come over to her. She started measuring Fleety and giggling softly as she got a better look at her hybrid mate. Finishing she just smiled.

"I think we are going to have a lot of fun in our marriage Fleety. Now I found some of my clothes that'll fit you. Get dressed and we'll go out." Ammy said.

Fleety poked at the clothing for a moment and lifted the bra. Shi had a puzzled look on hir muzzle. "How does this work Ammy?"

Ammy looked up from a pad of paper she was writing the measurements on and laughed. "Oh Lupis, I forgot that you know how to take them off of me and not put them on."

Giggling more she showed Fleety how the bra worked and decided to stay by hir until fully dressed. Ammy got ready and the two were out the door. Ammy did find a loos fitting coat for Fleety before they left to help hir feel more at ease. Fleety hugged her for that and looked about the Den market.

A few lupes stopped them to chat. Fleety tried not to speak but when Shi had to the visitors would look at hir oddly. Ammy would simply pass off the voice as Fleety being under the weather. Soon they reached a clothing merchant and Ammy started showing Fleety various shirts, tops, jeans, panties, and more varieties of bras than Shi thought were possible. They both avoided the dress section for now.

Two hours later and five bags heavy, Fleety had a small but decent choice of clothing. The merchant, a widened Airii kept watching the two shop her goods. Ammy's lies wouldn't work on her. The merchant just grinned and said she wouldn't say a thing to anyone about the elder alpha taking a liking to female finery. She even gave them a discount and threw in some jewelry.

Leaving the clothing merchants, they stopped in at the newly relocated Cafe Lupe. Street gave them both a big hug.

"Hey ye two, 'bout time ye visited me an mine. Was worried ye nae liked me after me bastard son Mogriil went loony. What can I do fer ye?" Street's thick Irish Russian accent greeted them.

Ammy hugged Street tightly. "We wouldn't hold that whelp's mess over your head. I know your a great father to your kids and those you adopted." she gave Street a kiss.

"Ye say such angelic things lass. Ye are me favorite adopted daughter. How's this old dusty brother of mine treatin' ya?" Street asked.

Ammy looked to Fleety who seemed to very uncomfortable in the cafe with hir older brother. Street took a look at Fleety as well wondering why his talkative little brother was quiet.

"Fleet, mind giving me a paw in the kitchen? Help me getcha both drinks and sometin' te eat." he gave Fleety a wink.

Fleety caught the wink and nodded following Street into the kitchen. Hir elder brother could always tell when shi wasn't happy. Helping in the kitchen was always a safe way to find out what was wrong with family.

Street started slicing up a few apples. "Fleet, grab me the bowl of whipped cream and te butane torch."

Fleety fetched the items walking awkwardly with the extra weight of hir chest. Street just watched quietly noting that even with the loose coat that his brother was different dime how.

"Awfully quiet Fleet. Ye an Ammy not fightin' again are ye?" he asked.

Fleety shook hir head no then fidgeted. "Brother, something has happened to me." Shi said in her fem voice.

Street almost cut off his finger hearing the voice. "Fleet? Ye sound girly!"

"I know, I know. I was knighted an angel of Canis and... woke up this morning half female." shi explained.

Street was quiet for a few minutes. He didn't laugh or poke fun at Fleety. Instead he reached over and gave his little brother a hug. Oh hell Fleet was telling the truth.

"Can't catch a break from the bizarre can ye lil' brother. How ye holding up?" he asked with concern.

"I'll be fine Street, I think. Ammy is getting a lick out of this, but she also seems just as concerned. She's helping me out with the fem side of things." hir voice shifted a little sounding almost nice.

Street nodded. "Well have Ammy come back here and we'll eat together and catch up on things. The lunch crowd is over now so I have time."

Fleety nodded and left to get Ammy.