New Sam, new look.

Sam returns to her room, and tears through her wardrobe. She doesn’t understand why but, she now hates so much of her meticulously crafted clothing. She wastes very little time and pulls together a new outfit. None of her bras fit any longer, her muscled chest seeming to have enhanced her breasts.

She wears a dark green athletic top which shows off her washboard stomach. Instead of some flowing skirts, she pulls up a tight pair of black pants held up by a golden metal chain link belt. Her feet are strapped in to black leather boots with surprisingly high heals. She grabs a dark leather jacket, to complete her look.

Sam walks out of her and the spies dorm, and sees exactly what she needs. Mandy and her gaggle of bitches, above it to head out for class. Sam smiles, a wicked predatory smile. With her enhanced physique she reaches the three before they even notice her. When Mandy is finally aware of Sam she is already towering over them.

“Ugh the leather look is so not you.” Mandy snobbily exclaims.

Sam in a ruthless display, backhands her across the face. Unseen by all, the red stones in her bracelets begin to glow. Sam quickly grabs Mandy’s head by her chin and glares into her eyes.

“Stop talking.” Her voice seems to boom inside of Mandy’s mind. “You have been such a self righteous little bitch. So now you and your friends are my little bitches.”

Mandy’s eyes glow and all of Sam’s words take root deep inside her. She smiles faintly, and looks down actively averting her eyes. Softly and submissively she responds.

“Yes miss.”