Meet with the perverted tailor twins to have them work with Tina using Veronica as a model to design uniforms for the driving company and informing them they have creative freedom so long as they follow the rules you and Victoria decided in you meeting earlier today for the transformation clothing commercial line than Visit the police academy again to observe how the transformed police officers are affecting the culture of the entire department
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You stride into the design studio where the perverted tailor twins, Fiona and Felicia Moore, are already hard at work. Holographic fabric samples hover in the air, shimmering with transformation potential as the twins manipulate them with practiced gestures. Both women look up simultaneously, their auburn hair styled in identical playful updos, their enormous breasts straining against their revealing tailor uniforms.
"Mistress Jane!" they exclaim in perfect unison, their measuring tapes dangling suggestively around their necks.
"I have a special project for you," you announce. "I need uniforms for our new driving company. You'll be working with Tina, using Veronica as a model."
The twins exchange excited glances as Tina saunters in, her punk aesthetic making her stand out against the clean lines of the design studio. Veronica follows behind her daughter, her blue-streaked blonde hair and multiple piercings catching the light. Her leather crop top barely contains her transformed breasts, and her torn shorts ride high on her enhanced thighs.
"Fuck yeah, uniform time," Tina grins, nodding appreciatively at the twins. "Let's make these driver sluts look badass."
"You have creative freedom," you explain, "but you must follow the commercial transformation clothing rules Victoria and I established this morning. Temporary physical effects only, with the exception of loyalty infusion and increased desire for more transformation clothing."
Fiona approaches Veronica, running a measuring tape along her curves with unnecessarily intimate contact. "We could incorporate leather and chrome elements," she suggests, her fingers lingering on Veronica's hips.
"With transformation settings to enhance driving reflexes and road awareness," Felicia adds, moving behind Veronica to measure her shoulders while pressing her breasts against the woman's back.
"And fucking killer style," Tina insists. "These bitches need to know they worship me the moment they put it on."
"That reminds me," you say, "the driving company employees must look up to Tina the same way police sluts idolize Commander Athena."
The twins' eyes light up with understanding. "We can program that response into the fabric matrix," Fiona says, her hand now brazenly cupping Veronica's breast under the pretense of measuring.
"And we'll add the six-inch heels as per today's randomizer decree," Felicia notes, kneeling to measure Veronica's legs, her face unnecessarily close to the woman's inner thighs.
Leaving the twins to their work, you head to the police academy with Victoria beside you. The transformation in the atmosphere is immediately apparent. What was once a standard government facility now resembles something between a military compound and a high-end brothel.
Captain Reynolds meets you at the entrance, her platinum blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders, her enhanced breasts adorned only with her badge tattoo. "Mistress Jane, we're honored by your return," she says, dropping to one knee.
"I'm here to observe how the transformations are affecting department culture," you explain.
Captain Reynolds leads you through the facility. In the training room, topless cadets perform synchronized combat drills with perfect precision, their movements fluid and graceful despite their enormous breasts. Their knee-high boots with six-inch heels click against the floor in perfect rhythm.
"Efficiency has increased 87% since implementation of the transformation protocol," Captain Reynolds reports. "Crime in transformed officers' districts is down 43%."
In the locker room, you observe officers preparing for duty. They apply specialized makeup to each other with military precision, their conversations focused on protecting citizens and pleasing superior officers.
"The hierarchy has become perfectly clear," Victoria notes as you observe an older officer helping a younger one adjust her tactical pants. "They've internalized both their police duties and their slut protocols."
You notice a male cadet watching the women with fascination. Captain Reynolds follows your gaze. "Male cadets are dropping out at a 78% rate," she explains. "Those who stay tend to be partners of transformed officers, already experiencing the beginning stages of their own transformation."
As if on cue, the male cadet adjusts his uniform, which seems to be fitting differently around his developing chest.
"Perfect," you smile. "The department is evolving exactly as intended."