Shan received a phone call.

“I’m at my wits end. This guy won’t stop insulting me. He’s been showing me up, both in private and now in public. Just because I’m a very rich goth…!”

Shan’s friend was actually crying on the end of the phone.

“I know you seem to be in a ‘good phase’ at the moment, but I could really do with your help…!”

“Lady Phillipson, it will be a pleasure”, said Shan. “I look after my friends…”

Shan called Stacey in to her office.

“Your next project should help with your ‘urges’”, Shan said. “Note that you have permission to be ‘bad’ for this one project only. You’ve already used your get out of jail card…”. She just looked at Stacey meaningfully. Stacey gulped…

“Lady Phillipson’s being insulted by a supposed rich kid, Zach, from the local college. I want him totally and permanently degraded and humiliated. Indulge yourself…”

Telling Stacey to ‘indulge herself’ was definitely like waving a red rag to a bull. She started hunting through cupboards, digging things out, and making sure she had certain drugs in stock…

She also started laying out a college uniform in the same design as the one the ‘boy’ went to. However, it was the girl’s version. It was also completely transparent, made out of clear holographic vinyl. There was also clear stockings, knickers and bra to go with it. Everything the boy had would be on show for all to see…

Hannah and Stacey then ‘collected’ the boy from college. The struggling boy was sedated and dumped in the back of the car and driven back to Samoto.

It was short work to silence the boy and convert him into a girl. Stacey had got the operation down to a fine art. She then glued her into the new transparent clothing, a little golden chain holding the blazer closed. She also fastened a silver collar round her neck, this was both for discipline and to be able to track her via the built in GPS.

The new girl started to stir; Stacey then injected the cocktail of drugs that she had been dying to experiment with…

The mood-altering and mind-bending drugs soon took effect. Stacey unfastened the girls straps, releasing her from the table, and she immediately jumped her, humping her, frantically trying to have sex with her even though she was still fully dressed. Stacey just kissed her and hugged her.

“You’re wonderful, you beautiful thing! You’re completely a sex-crazed, nymphomaniac bimbo, with a clear clothing fetish. Anyone you see you will try and hump, whatever sex; you won’t care if it’s male or female, young or old. Anyone is now fair game for you. The bit I love, though, is you still somewhere know who you really are, you just can’t do anything about it.”

Zach, now Zania, just squirmed and kissed her back, the rainbow holographic effect of her transparent clothes shimmering in the light. Stacey didn’t even need to chain her up; the permanent mind-altering effect of the drugs and the collar would forever keep her a prisoner in her own, sex-crazed mind…

Lady Phillipson was very grateful; Shan found out just how grateful in bed later. She also then slept with Stacey, to her absolute delight.

“Thank you”, Shan said to Stacey, later. “You’re going the right way to restoring my faith in you. Keep it up…”