Next day, Ella was sadly going to work on her own.

Angie hadn’t come home last night; she was surely off somewhere with ‘her new love’.

She couldn’t understand what had happened. It was like someone had flipped a switch…!

She looked up as she heard a familiar voice across the road…

She gasped in disbelief, then started crying.

Angie was standing there, with Shan. They were both dressed in latex, Angie in purple and Shan in red. They were holding hands, laughing, and skipping down the road.

Ella looked at the heels Angie was wearing. She didn’t even like clothes like that!

All at once, Angie looked up, and she and Shan came over the road to meet her.

“Got over your hissy fit from last night?”, Angie asked.

“Look!”, Ella cried, showing Angie her phone. “This is us, on holiday, last week! Remember? This was when you proposed to me.”

Angie squinted at the pictures, almost dismissively, and looked at Shan.

“Amazing what you can do with Photoshop, isn’t it?”, she said. “Also, imagine the jealousy it takes to fake pictures like that…!”

“No, no, no!”, cried Ella. “You went with me. You love me…!”

“I think if this ‘kid’ keeps behaving like a spoilt child, we’d better treat her like one…”, Shan said suddenly.

Shan jabbed Ella with a syringe and, gasping, Ella collapsed on the floor.

“Help me get her into the car”, Shan said.

Angie and Shan dumped the unconscious Ella onto the back seat, then they drove back to Samoto…

A short time later, Ella awoke.

Looking down at herself, she tried to scream…

She was dressed in a pinafore dress like the local primary school uniform, but one sized for her.

She had pigtails, both with bows and a satchel with her school books in it.

She was also wearing white socks and black plimsolls.

She also could no longer speak. A transparent plastic shell had been sealed over her head; this clamped her mouth shut as well as blocking her ears. Ella was now deaf and dumb and, to all intents and purposes, looked like a handicapped primary school student.

There was a coat sitting on the seat next to her; in the pocket was a School ID with her picture on it, as well as a doctor’s letter to explain why she was wearing the plastic shell.

Moaning, Ella pulled at the shell, but it was firmly locked on. The belt round her pinafore dress was also locked, as was the buttons on her blouse underneath. She also noticed that her breasts were about twice as large as before…

Suddenly, there was a click in her ears.

“Morning, sleepyhead!”, came Angie’s voice. “Just to let you know about the rules for the outfit you are now sealed into. You must attend Milton Primary School during school hours, or you will be charged with truancy. If you cause any problems for us or the authorities, the bomb fitted inside your new breasts will trigger, so you’d better behave.”

Ella whimpered and frantically pulled at the blouse, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Also, you can only eat or drink at your home. When you walk in there, a small panel will open in your helmet, and you will be able to eat and drink, but you still won’t be able to speak as you can’t do that anymore.”

Ella cried at this and once again tried to get the helmet off.

“As far as shopping goes, you have a regular delivery from Samoto set up, which contains all the food and drink you will need”, Angie continued. “You are not allowed to go anywhere except school and home. If you try, the shock collar round your neck will give you increasing levels of pain until you comply.”

“Anyway, hurry up, you’re late for school and they’re expecting you”, Angie finished. “Don’t forget your coat.”

Sobbing, Ella frantically pulled on her new coat, and hurried down the road to Milton Primary…