It was a bit earlier than she'd like but there weren't many reasons not to answer. "Hey Jenn. Transform or Dare?" The voice was someone her age, she r...membered it. But couldn't place it. She had heard of this though. It was a local legend, limitless potential but no one knew where it came from. Or why it had faded out. But here she was. She was stunned, was it real?"That's time Jenn. You get both.For your transformation you will become a real monster to be more specific you will become a. Sharon remembered what had brought her here. She had watched two girls being caned by the Headmistress. Both girls had been rude to her within earshot of the Headmistress to whom she immediately complained and the response was immediate. She was allowed to watch as the Headmistress gave three strokes to each girl. Sharon watched entranced as the red lines developed so quickly across the girl’s bottoms. It made her want to be caned. That was the reason she was here. Sharon sniffed as she eased. It had been a great time, up until the end. Her nights were spent in fulfilling passion with her gorgeous lover, her days, as an agent of Female Intelligence and Training, or FIT. They were whatever headquarters needed them to be. A highly trained outfit, they were all well versed in martial art, small firearms, interrogation, and duty to country. Their most recent assignment had been to shadow and arrest a group of female narcotics peddlers. Never would Heather have dreamed the girl. .” she smiled, then corrected herself as he flourished a pair of knickers from under his pillow. Glenis buttoned on a smart crisp yellow cotton shirt, no brassiere, and completed her ensemble with a pair of navy blue shorts and trainers. Then she packed a bag with her Bookers Cash and Carry uniform for later. She patted Cyril on the head and went through to Sybil, his seventy year old stricken wife’s room.Sybil Windebank had a bad case of Alzheimers. Sometimes she recognised her grand-daughter,.