Amy came to the room with a towel wrapped around her. Wait a minute, I think she’s not wearing anything!Me: Hey, Amy. You ready for bed? And are you...going to wear your robe to bed as well?Amy: (I’m so nervous, but if Dad and I could shower together without it being weird, then I’m sure he won’t mind this). Of course, not Dad, I hope You don’t mind.She threw the towel out. She was completely naked, standing just in front of me. Sweet mother of God!! I was staring at her clean-shaved pussy.Amy:. .." he glanced at his watch "... in seventeenminutes. I'll escort you. Maybe a teacher at your side will help you notto get into more trouble."I looked around. Everything was the same. There were the same peoplecoming down the street toward the school. I looked at myself and I wasdifferent. My tee was dark purple and I had a backpack. Backpack's strapswere showing my tits... Yeah, tits, boobs, breasts, whatever. Then therewere jeans and white trainers. Malcolm thought I was a girl student. I. I could feel airon my legs as well, and it didn't take much thought for me to realize Iwas now wearing a skirt - a very, very short skirt from the feel of airwell up my thighs.Then the sensations of change happened so quickly, I couldn't keep upwith them. My hair seemed to be growing longer, covering suddenly baredshoulders. Something was pushing against the front of my shirt, if whatI was now wearing could be called a shirt. My new breasts were growinguncomfortably larger. A quick look down. You know what will happen if you spill any!”Abbey shivered at the memory of how she had been treated when she clumsily spilled a drink at the party. She knew that she should obey her Master Joe, but she also knew that she wanted to be humiliated and abused, so she considered deliberately spilling some of the vodka.In the end, she did as Joe had ordered and very carefully handed each man a cup which she proceded to fill with vodka. The men drank their alcohol as if Abbey had just given them.