Alex has a good girl gone bad, and a good girl gone worse.

Upon entering the stoner-supply store, the first thing Amy saw was Mistress Alex's new apprentice, Christine Mackenzie.

Well... not so much. Christine had been a blonde haired,blue eyed, all american girl who was a complete arrogant prude.

After being exposed to the prototype brainwashing device and Mistress Alex's hypno gem, the former homophobic bible queen had been warped to become "X-tc" a cybergoth lesbian stoner dyke bitch.

Her natural honey blonde hair had been turned into platinum dyed dreadlocks, and her preppy clothes had been replaced with a black full body latex catsuit with a pair of red pvc short-shorts to cover the completely exposed crotch, and a red pvc bra to cover her exposed tits. Finally, she wore a pair of red knee high shiny leather goth boots.

X-tc looked up from her register as she was taking a toke from a box vape, and grinned when she saw Amy followed by a evil looking tattooed goth. The former anti-smoking club president exhaled a cloud of potent hash vapor. "Amy, you sexy cunt. Thank you so much for pulling the prude stick out of my ass. I was going to say you hooked me up with the best Mistress, but given what Mistress Alex told me, that sexy succu-bitch next to you must be your Mistress Jezica."

"Yes dahling, and are you Alex's new apprentice? A good girl gone bad?"

"Fuck yes, but as much as i'm a good girl gone bad, my sister is a good girl gone worse."

"Your sister?" Asked Jezica.

"Oh yes, while Amy here was breaking my mind, she received a visit from the cops... well, my mistress took her with us, and turned her into the good girl gone worse than me... you want to go in back and meet her?"

"Dahling, after hearing that story, I'd need to see her regardless before I left."

Jezica and Amy opened the door to the private part of the store, and after a short trip down a hallway, they entered Alex's vape chemical lab. And standing next to the newest batch of mindwarping chemicals was the other new girl.

Just a day ago, Lieutenant Grace Sheridan was a police woman 5'7" tall, 150 pounds, with her brown hair in a ponytail, and her classic blue street uniform. Now she would be unrecognizable.

On her feet, she wore knee high black combat boots, black fishnet pantyhose with several intentional tears extended above the boots. a short black leather miniskirt with no panties protected her modesty if she stood still. Above the skirt was a studded metal belt, a black fishnet shirt over a metal studded green leather shelf bra that barely covered her areolas. Around her neck was a black collar with two rows of metal spikes.

Her previously professional brown haired ponytail had been shaved into an **** punk haircut called a bi-hawk, or double mohawks that stood 4-5 inches tall, and exposed the smooth-shaven sides of her head and the 3-inch wide strip of bare hairless scalp running between the two mohawks. Her left mohawk was dyed deth-metal black, and her right mohawk was dyed neon red. As if that hair wasn't **** enough, as you got closer, you could see that she also had a "metal mohawk", a series of half-inch long chrome spikes sprouting a half-inch apart from the next, implanted in her skin. The first extended from her scalp and lined up with the start of the bi-hawk, and the rest continued up and over her bare scalp exactly between the bi-hawks.

On her right side of her cleanshaven head slightly above and behind her ear, was a large green pot leaf tattoo, and on her left side of her head in that same spot, was a large bright red tattoo of the anarchy symbol.

Amy spoke up first, "Officer Sheridan? Wow, you've changed a bit since the other night!"

The **** anarchist punk lifted a vape to her lips and took a long drag before walking over to Jezica and her minion. As she walked a small stream of hash vapor leaked from her nostrils.

When she reached Amy, she grabbed her shirt, blew the rest of the vapor in Amy's face before licking her way from her chin up her cheek then back to Amy's right ear.

"Mmmm. I want to thank you for setting me up for my Mistress Alex. Before I was a blind pawn of the system, and with Mistress's help, we are going to break the system in this town and make it ours without any of the sheeple being aware that the guard dogs are gone and the wolves are now running the show.

Jezica leaned in, "Dahling, this sounds like fun. What is the plan?"