<strong>Anice Xantelli- Alone in her Room</strong><br/><br/>Her short romp with Alex ended rather abruptly. Father had refused to see her and Alex had been escorted away against her will. When she tried to leave the manor she was told to wait in her room. Instead of actually transforming the servants and leaving to her own devices she had complied. It seemed she was in for another slap on the wrist punishment and she would probably lose her slave. But since she was family, immediate offspring of the elders, she didn't fear any severe punishment.<br/><br/>The canopy covered queen size bed was a haven in which Anice could flop down on her back. Her room was light with whites and pinks. There were a few book shelves, a desk that held her laptop, and a flat screen television that hung on the wall across from her bed. In the back Anice had her own private bathroom with a massive hot tub and shower. The pink carpeted room was decorated with a few stuffed animals, some lamps with frilly porcelain shades, and the streaming sunlight from the window door that opened to her own private balcony. It was her own private sanctuary on the island, no one bothered her here. Every Xantelli could have their room at either the Manor or the Brothel, and Anice certainly didn't want to live at the brothel.<br/><br/>"Hello?"<br/><br/>She sat up at the foot of her bed and noticed Orianna, Anice had sworn the door had been locked/ Since she had fallen into a little nap she rubbed her eyes a bit before giving her attention to the women she assumed was her cousin. Wasn't Orianna the child of one of Maria's brothers, Anice had heard she had been brought into the family and given her powers by Maria.<br/><br/>Anice found herself pulled into a hug, she was taken aback because it wasn't like Orianna or any of the family who favored Maria to like her very much. But as the violet faded out of Anice's eyes and they turned a still lively and bright shade of brown Anice gasped with understanding. The sense of loss alone, of being deprived of her birthright, filled her chest with pain and made her wince. There was no point in subtleties or games, as family Anice already had an idea she would be transformed. Though she wa a girl of little imagination in that respect and had no idea what could await her.<br/><br/>"Ahhh, don't touch my breast!" Anice complained.<br/><br/>She arched back and tried to push away as her left teat swelled within her bra, her lopsided breasts a heavily milk swollen DD cup on the left while her right remained the normal tender endowment she was used too. Anice could feel her bra straining as her now flattened nipple made a half inch thick indent through the lace fabric of her bra and her shirt together. If naked, the renovated nipple would point out almost two inches when fully erect, pink and proud.  It was so painfully tight. As her palm pressed against it she could feel liquid on the move.<br/><br/>"Ori!" Anice said, staring down at her mismatched set and trembled, she figured they'd match shortly, only the right would grow to meet the left and not vice-versa, "I'm family, you can't do this to me! I can't go out like this!"