"Trophy wife" applies doubly to your new step-mom. She was about to be placed onto the wall as a trophy but your father decided he liked her body more than her head. That's because your step-mom is a doe, that's right, a literal grazing animal that belonged to a forest. You thought dad had went completely insane when he had decided to dump your real mom for a wild animal. Surprisingly, or maybe not, this new home-wrecking deer didn't mind this at all. Mom was furious that dad found her worth less than dad's new pet. You're caught up in the middle of this complex situation while trying to graduate high-school. Dad's new wife is a deer and you can't believe that his marriage is legal in the state of Virginia.
Today, you have woken up to find that the new step-mom's cumbersome mistakes are destroying the furniture. Dad doesn't even care as she topples over a chair clumsily and crashes into the table she was attempting to set with cutlery. "Oh dear..." The full-grown doe says as she looks down at the splintered wood of the dining seat. "Jesus Christ" You mumble in disbelief—why would dad invite this animal into our house. You know why though, she stands up and accidentally flashes you a glimpse of her white-tailed pussy. She doesn't have a clue about how sexy her long legs and delicate features look to a man. Father merely chuckles as he sits down to eat his steak. The deer-wife manages to clamber onto the chair beside him and starts chomping into a large garden salad like you would expect from a beast at the dinner table.
With some unease you sit across from Dad and his new wife. You don't like the idea of living with this creature at all. The reality of the situation is that the parent you live with has not a damn to give about anything anymore. Mom—the real mom—is only able to visit you on the weekends since her job as a nurse makes her very busy. Father has told you to think and call his new wife "Mom" even though she's a complete stranger to you. You begrudgingly say "Pass the salt" to the herbivore across from you. The deer's clumsy hooves knock the salt onto the ground. "Fucking perfect" You think. The white-tailed deer frowns and explains "Sorry, these hooves aren't very good for gripping things..." awkwardly. You're about to give this dumb animal a piece of your mind when dad interrupts "That's okay, Karen, you're perfect the way you are" lovingly. Karen the dad-stealing deer-wife replies "Thank you!" with an adorably happy smile plastered on her face.
After dinner dad's deer-wife starts washing the dishes.