, and my grandmother's gold heart. The timing of the swap, right afte

fussed over the Bichon like a prized possession. Chad, whenever he visited, would seek out Angel, whispering to her, his eyes

t out of my rooms, away from my presence. This created friction, especially

my own sub

she, Mother?"I'd say innocently. "Perh

m. Things a small dog should never eat in large quantities. Daisy-Mae, trapped in Angel's body, had no ch

ng form became... rounder. She waddled more than walk

s a small, petty revenge, but it felt good. It was also a test. If they were truly concerned for the *dog*, they'd notice and stop me. But their concern was for Daisy-Mae's consciousness within, and they seemed oblivious to the