I should tell you about my family. My brother was in the RAF serving in Germany, my sister Wendy was in the sixth form at my school, I was two years y...ounger than her. When my brother used to come home on leave he would bring some really good books and magazines for me. Being the youngest I had the smallest room, this was at the end of a corridor with just enough room for my bed, draws and a hanging cupboard. We were always first home, our parents did not get home for a couple of hours after us. The occupants have company. The most prominent figure of three is of a standing woman with medium skin, her dusty hair braided into two long, thin tails in back. Her face is symmetrically curved with solid cheekbones a flush of pink color. She's clad in what appears to be an iron breastplate and a protective collar, with the rest of her outfit consisting of light, blue-dyed clothing beneath padded light armor over her abdomen and limbs. Her expression of her thin frown and azure eyes lacks any. ‘Weak sauce’, she thought to herself.About half an hour later her phone buzzed, “What’s up?” the message read.“I think I am ready to take you up on your offer.” [Allison]“Prove it.” [Lacey]“How?” [Allison] thinking to herself, ‘I need to pack a bag and meet them at the mall again.’“Send me a picture of your underwear” [Lacey]“What?” [Allison]“The underwear you are wearing right now, take off your pants or lift up your skirt and take a picture of your underwear.” [Lacey]This was awkward for. ”“Right! I am so super-smart!” I held out my arm. “Inject me!”Frank filled a syringe with the bright pink chemical. Oh, it was so pretty. He grabbed my arm, stroking my unblemished skin. I never had marks from when I injected myself with the smarty serum. My body was always perfect.“You're so smartypants, honey!” I giggled.He blinked, bringing the needle to my arm. “What? You invented this one, honey.”“No, how my... Ouch!” Cool liquid flowed into my veins. I let out another giggle as it spread.