Sian had been called to my office for repeatly wearing her skirt to short .Sian knocked my office door and came in She was wearing white polo uniform ...top grey skirt which barley covered her modesty , On here legs she was wearing grey tights which were more sheer than the other girls were wearing ."Sit down Sian " she did not respond verbally but sat down in the chair which was a few feet from my desk. As she sat down she slightly parted her legs it was clear that she was not wearing any. Again after a pause she shouted,”Come on . Tell me now.”I forgot my speech. I tell you guys, when a man is expressing his heart, he is very fragile. I opened my mouth and was stammering while I said,“I , I , I, I …”” I love you”.She looked at me. She gave a proud smile. I could see her eyes well up with tears. She held my face and pulled me near. She said,” I love you too dear”. Saying this she gave me a tight hug.I was taken aback. All I could think about was her super sexy body and her ample. ‘Maybe - but I can just walk away. No more hope, no more chances. Your fate would be sealed within the week. You may not feel anything right away, but as your mind finalises rewiring, you wouldn’t be able to resist anything I say. And you would love it. In the end, it’s your choice.’ Isabelle went pale. She was beaten, and she knew it. There had never been a chance. ‘You’ll change her back too, right?’ She was terrified for an answer. Darius blinked. ‘Yes.’ He said, his face a stone. Someone would get a bollocking for this. ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I must have forgotten to give the Legion a forwarding address, silly me.’ ‘Yes well,’ he said, ‘we never forget one of our own, just a welfare call to check all is OK with you.’ ‘Yes all fine thanks, you…’ ‘Would it be OK if I popped round sometime?’ ‘There’s no need really,’ she said. Last thing she wanted was one of those old fools dragging her back to the club so they could buy her a Bacardi and coke and stick her in the corner of.