Adapting


Adapting


Since the stock market crash and the subsequent jailing of her father, Devon had adapted quickly to her new circumstances.

Being forced to live in a council house with her now single-parent Mum and her spoiled little brother- the former private school girl wasn't sure at first how she was going to navigate this terrifying new world, until she found a pair of massive hooped earrings that the previous occupant of her room had left behind.

Sliding them in - she groaned as her body tingled and she felt new impulses and desires taking over. Her nice normal brown hair turned fake bright blonde as thick orange makeup covered her face and heavy fake eyebrows rose in delight. Her innocent body swelled as her clothing tightened and her sensible shoes became black heels as she was pushed up in super tight wet look trousers and viscious six inch acrylic nails shot from her fingers.

"Fuck... this is more fucking like it," grinned Devon as she pushed her pathetic little brother out of the way and stealing a bottle of vodka from the cupboard began to swig from it as she left. 

Her first action upon leaving the flat was to find the biggest bitches on the estate  She walked right up to the hardest girl she could see and headbutting her hard began to batter her victim into submission with her heels.

The other chavs watched in amazement as the new girl defeated their leader and effortlessly took over, offering round the vodka and sending her victim whimpering.

Grabbing a cigarette from another girl, she grinned as she lit it and took a deep drag.

"This is my fucking estate now I'm the boss round here - got it. Now which boy has the fastest car and the biggest cock, I wanna get wasted and ride some dick tonight."

Stretching her naughty new body Devon sat on the wall and took her place as the new Queen of the estate.

THE END

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