There's no place like home

While the school certainly had plenty of interesting options when it came to potential bodies to wear it wasn't big on opertunies to really enjoy them. Schools simply weren't made for privacy and Becky knew she'd been incredibly lucky her escapades so far hadn't gotten her in real trouble. What she needed was somewhere both familar, safe and comfortable. In short her family home would be perfect.

The skills and knowledge she'd been able to access as Mr Trent were fading fast but she was still able to forge a credible permission slip. With it she's able to leave school grounds with a minimum of fuss and a short bus ride later she's walking up the familiar driveway to her front door...