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"I'm coming in! You assholes better be working in there!" A gravely, gruff voice said from the other side of the door. There were several loud chunks and rattles as various locks were opened and the door swung open, revealing an older man in a black suit, his free hand shooting back up to balance the load of pizzas in his arms. His nose wrinkled from the horrible smell of body odor and food and drink gone bad in the heat.

The two men in the room quickly went back to typing, both of them minimizing their screens filled with porn, videos, games and movies back to the jumble of code that they were supposedly working on decrypting. One was a larger man in a dirty, stained black hoodie, a full beard and a pair of glasses. The other was an average looking Caucasian man in a blue polo shirt and short, but curly, hair. They were seated in front of multiple monitors, all of which were now displaying enormous banks of code instead of the diversions they'd shown moments before. Both men turned and looked at the older man, their eyes flickering momentarily to the holstered gun on his hip. The larger man in the hoodie spoke first.

"Relax ‘mom’! We're still working through the outer code layers. It's pretty complex" Ameer said, taking a long, noisy swig of the last of his drink, looking nonchalantly at his colleague.

"Yeah, ‘sir’" The Caucasian, a man named Mark said, his voice dripping with disrespect, "Nothing crazy but if you want this be a clean hack, well, that takes time"

The older man grunted as he set the pizzas down on the table next to the door, shoving a pile of empty energy drinks out of the way. "But you CAN do it, right? Remember, if you fail..."

"Yeah yeah Agent Myers, it’s straight to prison for both of us. We got it the first time. Why do you want to hack some shopping site anyway? Just looks like a place for a bunch of New Age feminists to waste their money" Ameer said, waving the agent off as he went back to plucking at the code.

"All a woman is good for is to suck guys off before spending all their money" Mark said with a sneer before turning his attention back to his screens.

"What the United States government wants with Witch-Net isn't your concerns. Just crack the security, and do it fast" Agent Sam Myers grunted. He looked at the pile of greasy pizza next to him, and then heard the growl of Ameer's empty stomach. "Actually I think I'll hold onto these. When you've made a breakthrough, you can have some. You're on the clock gentlemen, and no one wants cold pizza"

Myers picked the multiple boxes up and grunted as he exited back out into the government apartment where the hacking operation had been set up, locking the disgusting men (and as far as he was concerned, domestic terrorists) back into their smelly dungeon. He set the pizzas down on the nearby table and turned to lock the door, before settling down in one of the uncomfortable chairs that had come with the place. He picked at his longer fingernails in quiet but growing anxiousness as he became more and more aware of how run down the safe house looked. How could anyone live like this!? He searched the kitchen for a moment before grabbing a clean dish towel and began wiping down the counters. Meanwhile, one door away...

"What a total square! Like a hacker doesn't like cold pizza. So do you know why the Gs are so interested in this site? It just looks like an EBay clone" Mark asked as he typed through another layer of surprisingly dense and secure code. That was really the only thing that seemed off about the site, other than the concept of selling 'spells', as if magic was well. The hacker rolled his eyes, just more stupid women crap. He cleared a few more lines of code and tabbed over to his other browser, which had sexy images on it. More cute and well endowed guys than he remembered it having before, but plenty of women as well.

"Probably just looking for card fraud or something. Not complaining, it's nice to have all the free food they can give us" Ameer said with a loud belch, "Gotta say though, I am really impressed by this site's security. I've never seen this kind of code before..." Ameer said as he too breached through another layer of security before moving back to his entertainment, specifically looking at the new fall fashions as the adult female models became covered with clothing.

Every few minutes the hacking team would get back to work as Myers would stick his head in the door to check on how they were doing. The two computer nerds would quickly pull up their government mandated homework and make slow but steady progress through another layer of security for the long haired overseer, but the moment that Ryan's lengthening and darkening hair shut behind the bedroom door, but of the small, beardless desk jockeys would go back to whispering and looking at stuff they knew they shouldn't. Like tickets to the upcoming concert or online window shopping for new clothes.

Every time a new security layer was breached, there would be a change. All three men were far shorter than they had been by at least six inches. In Mark's case, now a foot. All three men now pushed their long hair back out of their eyes every few moments as long and mainly curly bangs kept hanging down in front of them. Their clothes became restrictive but then loose once more as Sam Myers top became a loose fitting blue blouse with a low but still fairly conservative neckline as his matching suit pants became a pair of beige khaki pants that ended just below the knee. His hips widened, his butt filled out with firm fat and the rest of his muscles and aging flab dwindled away as large breasts pushed through the top, crowned by a false gold necklace that dangled teasingly above his new, deep cleavage. His fancy silver watch became smaller and slight cheaper and more basic, the agent's ring finger following suit as golden band circled it, topped with a small diamond. Hooped earrings dangled from smaller lobes and decorative bangle hung from feminine wrists as the now darker skinned Agent stood in heeled house shoes to reach the top of the shelves. He pursed his full, plump lips and narrowed his exotic shaped eyes as a dusting of makeup covered them, and outside of husky grunts as he struggled to clean the rest of the kitchen, he hummed a tune, occasionally kicking out a non-English lyric or two in his accented voice. His stride took on a female sway as his hips rocked back and forth, his black shoes having become a pair of heeled , toeless house shoes, his slim ankles decorated by golden bangles and his small, darker toes now tipped with bright red and glossy paint, much like his new fingers.

Mark's hair, on top of becoming longer and curlier, became a shade lighter as it took on a more Auburn color. Smaller stud earrings of cheap but glittery stone implanted themselves in his ears as his face turned more round and slight heart shaped. His eyes, once blue, turned a light shade of brown and his lips filling out beneath a shrinking nose. He eventually pushed back from his side of the now shared desk, his use shirt now a noisy looking fractal crop top covered by a black hoodie that hid his new breasts that were looking to be larger than his friend's. His hips poofed out, though not dramatically, and his khaki pants turned into a pair of blue jean's that hugged his new, slender legs. His tiny fingers and longer nails tapped away at the screen of his phone, too entranced by social media gossip to notice the desktop becoming a cheap little laptop, its lines of code becoming a word processing document, a handful of typed words hanging incomplete with a blinking cursor. Mark's voice turned light and airy as he let out a girlish giggle at something funny on social media.

Ameer's changes were similar. His black hair expanded out and down, gaining voluminous curls that dangled down a slender neck that no longer possessed an Adam's apple. His skin, once marked by adult acne and his grimy beard was now hair free and spotlessly clear. Healthy teeth nibbled on plumper lips as piercing new eyes stared at the monitor screen. His hoodie and undershirt melted away into a pink blouse while smaller new breasts were cradled by an almost visible black bra. His hips cracked and expanded outwards by a large margin, most of his manly fat and muscle pooling in his buttocks as his sweat pants became tighter around his slimming legs, his large feet wiggling painted toes on the floor as his shoes faded away. Tiny hooped earrings curled into his ear lobes and a light dash of makeup splashed across his face. His face was exotic but focused, tiny hands clattering across the generic keyboard as the image on the screen shifted away from lines of code to a word document similar to Mark's, though far more complete.

The final changes, unaware to all three men, were the apartment shifting around them. The room in which Mark and Ameer sat was cleaned as the stale food and empty cans of energy drinks vanished, leaving the new furniture clean and tidy as a soft breeze pushed the stench of sweat, flatulence and rotten food away, replaced with a clean linen smell. The walls lightened as the old paint turned a fresh, new white and covered the walls and ceiling as if by an invisible brush. The old wallpaper vanished save for the largest pieces that had curled from the walls, those sections now becoming posters of movies, boy bands and other various images that would be found in a bedroom. Fresh carpet seemed to grow from the barren hardwood floors, the dust and dirt blowing away as if it was never there. The broken down furniture was repaired and filled with books, plush animals, framed pictures, and the empty closet found itself bursting to the brim before its walls expanded to accommodate the enormous amount of feminine clothing and shoes now held within. The singular couch groaned as its cushions became one singular soft mass, and its frame stretched farther and farther away before the rustling of a sheet settled down upon the new bed. Instead of a grungy hacker den, Mark and Ameer now sat at a small computer desk within a warmly lit and decorated room, clearly designed for a teenage girl.

Years of decay rolled back as the entire apartment expanded by two more rooms. Warm colors splashed upon the walls and several of the rooms grew carpet while the remaining hardwood was renewed, losing its aged creaking and gaining color and luster beneath bright ceiling lights that replaced the handful of bare hanging bulbs. Two bathrooms burst into existence, both modern and well decorated, one in the main section of the apartment and another sitting off the new addition, which had become a slightly larger bedroom with a massive, soft bed dominating the room. The living room was filled with a couch, a love seat and a recliner as the old, nonfunctional television was squished flat and pulled wider like taffy until it was a modern flat screen. The final changes were within the spotless kitchen, Sam having worked up a small sheen of sweat just heavy enough for a single drop to drop from his new angular and exotic face and onto his exposed cleavage below. New appliances replaced broken or missing ones, a large expensive looking table replacing the cheap fold out, and the chairs becoming solid, sturdy wood with cushioned seats instead of cheap aluminum and nylon. The smell of exotic herbs filled the apartment as the small pile of pizzas shifted into a bubbling pot of colorful food, which Sam occasionally stirred with his long nailed hands, smiling in satisfaction at the meal he had prepared. The entire apartment had moved from the inner city, and now stood on its own as a warm, modest looking home in a good suburb, a sedan parked in the open, two car garage. Photos of Sam, Ameer and a unknown white soldier were posted along the walls, eventually disappearing and showing Ameer and Sam standing together instead. A folded American flag encased in glass was given a small place of honor in the master bedroom, next to one final picture of the man before the apartment, now a house, settled into it’s final form.

The very last changes were the three men's penises, having grown smaller and smaller with each change until they were almost nonexistent, having shrunken behind three different sets of panties before finally vanishing within each man, becoming functional women's organs. The changes ceased, and where three adult men had once been were now one grown adult woman, her seventeen year old daughter and her best friend.

"OMG, look!" Mara said, shoving her phone into Amina's face, "Look at what Jenny Holstead just posted! Oh man, Amanda's dad is gonna freak out when he sees it!"

Amina blinked at the slightly blurry picture of one of the popular girls kissing a boy and shoved the phone away, focusing on the screen in front of her. "Ugh, get that out of my face, Mara! We need to get this paper done or my mom will kill me!" The teenage girl whined as she went back to typing up her homework, leaving her BFF pouting behind her. But she cracked a smirk when she muttered, just loud enough for her bestie to hear, “We both know you just want to do that to Johnny yourself!” It was true and Mara couldn’t deny it, she was no slut but it was well known around school that she was a little boy crazy.

“You bitch!” Mara gasped dramatically, putting a small hand across her chest in mock shock before both girls broke out into a fit of barely contained giggles followed by Amina desperately trying to silence both of them before her mom found out. They, like, seriously had to get their homework done! But truth be told, both teens had slacked off most of the evening, and Amina's other browser tab was filled with shopping for racy new lingerie and clothes that she was dying to wear in front of the cute boys at school...But could never get because her mom never gave her allowance and she was too young to work yet. But speak of the devil (in foux-Prada), there was a sharp knock on the door and as the door knob twisted Mara hurriedly say back down in her own chair and looked focused and busy on her school laptop, typing up a few quick sentences of nothing as Saina stuck her beautiful face into her daughter's bedroom.

"Everything going good in here, girls?" She asked her voice light and playful but her eyes were scanning the girls for any sign of laziness. The matriarch had only allowed this sleepover if it was a study night, she couldn't stand wasted time for just giggling over gossip and boys.

"Yes mom! We're almost done!" Amina's voice was sweet and obedient, fighting the urge to look at Mara's mostly blank screen. She loved her mom, but ever since her dad died on deployment mom had become a bit of a control freak, becoming a little overbearing about Amina's path in life.

"Yes Mrs. Myers! Thank you for having me over!" Mara's voice was friendly, but the larger chested girl was super nervous. She'd not even started the assignment yet! She'd be screwed if Amina's mom came to check their work!

The exotic Iranian-American woman stood there in the door for a moment before sighing and giving the girls one of her brilliant smiles. "Okay! Well, dinner is in ten minutes, so find a stopping point, otherwise Mara has to go..."

"I know mom, she’ll have to go home! Trust me; we'll be done before you know it!" Amina said, knowing full well she'd have to share her homework with the other girl, as usual. God, her mom could be SUCH a hardass!

Meanwhile, somewhere far away from the new single mom, her new daughter and the new daughter of an entirely different family, the programmer for the mysterious code chuckled. Another half-hearted attempt by the government to gain access to the Witch-Net, and the best part was with the former team having been replaced in reality, the morons in charge would eventually send in another hacker team, which would meet a similar fate. Amina and her mother Saina hadn't been the first team to come up against the site's security, and they wouldn't be the last…

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"I'm coming in! You assholes better be working in there!" A gravely, gruff voice said from the other side of the door. There were several loud chunks and rattles as various locks were opened and the door swung open, revealing an older man in a black suit, his free hand shooting back up to balance the load of pizzas in his arms. His nose wrinkled from the horrible smell of body odor and food and drink gone bad in the heat.

The two men in the room quickly went back to typing, both of them minimizing their screens filled with porn, videos, games and movies back to the jumble of code that they were supposedly working on decrypting. One was a larger man in a dirty, stained black hoodie, a full beard and a pair of glasses. The other was an average looking Caucasian man in a blue polo shirt and short, but curly, hair. They were seated in front of multiple monitors, all of which were now displaying enormous banks of code instead of the diversions they'd shown moments before. Both men turned and looked at the older man, their eyes flickering momentarily to the holstered gun on his hip. The larger man in the hoodie spoke first.

"Relax ‘mom’! We're still working through the outer code layers. It's pretty complex" Ameer said, taking a long, noisy swig of the last of his drink, looking nonchalantly at his colleague.

"Yeah, ‘sir’" The Caucasian, a man named Mark said, his voice dripping with disrespect, "Nothing crazy but if you want this be a clean hack, well, that takes time"

The older man grunted as he set the pizzas down on the table next to the door, shoving a pile of empty energy drinks out of the way. "But you CAN do it, right? Remember, if you fail..."

"Yeah yeah Agent Myers, it’s straight to prison for both of us. We got it the first time. Why do you want to hack some shopping site anyway? Just looks like a place for a bunch of New Age feminists to waste their money" Ameer said, waving the agent off as he went back to plucking at the code.

"All a woman is good for is to suck guys off before spending all their money" Mark said with a sneer before turning his attention back to his screens.

"What the United States government wants with Witch-Net isn't your concerns. Just crack the security, and do it fast" Agent Sam Myers grunted. He looked at the pile of greasy pizza next to him, and then heard the growl of Ameer's empty stomach. "Actually I think I'll hold onto these. When you've made a breakthrough, you can have some. You're on the clock gentlemen, and no one wants cold pizza"

Myers picked the multiple boxes up and grunted as he exited back out into the government apartment where the hacking operation had been set up, locking the disgusting men (and as far as he was concerned, domestic terrorists) back into their smelly dungeon. He set the pizzas down on the nearby table and turned to lock the door, before settling down in one of the uncomfortable chairs that had come with the place. He picked at his longer fingernails in quiet but growing anxiousness as he became more and more aware of how run down the safe house looked. How could anyone live like this!? He searched the kitchen for a moment before grabbing a clean dish towel and began wiping down the counters. Meanwhile, one door away...

"What a total square! Like a hacker doesn't like cold pizza. So do you know why the Gs are so interested in this site? It just looks like an EBay clone" Mark asked as he typed through another layer of surprisingly dense and secure code. That was really the only thing that seemed off about the site, other than the concept of selling 'spells', as if magic was well. The hacker rolled his eyes, just more stupid women crap. He cleared a few more lines of code and tabbed over to his other browser, which had sexy images on it. More cute and well endowed guys than he remembered it having before, but plenty of women as well.

"Probably just looking for card fraud or something. Not complaining, it's nice to have all the free food they can give us" Ameer said with a loud belch, "Gotta say though, I am really impressed by this site's security. I've never seen this kind of code before..." Ameer said as he too breached through another layer of security before moving back to his entertainment, specifically looking at the new fall fashions as the adult female models became covered with clothing.

Every few minutes the hacking team would get back to work as Myers would stick his head in the door to check on how they were doing. The two computer nerds would quickly pull up their government mandated homework and make slow but steady progress through another layer of security for the long haired overseer, but the moment that Ryan's lengthening and darkening hair shut behind the bedroom door, but of the small, beardless desk jockeys would go back to whispering and looking at stuff they knew they shouldn't. Like tickets to the upcoming concert or online window shopping for new clothes.

Every time a new security layer was breached, there would be a change. All three men were far shorter than they had been by at least six inches. In Mark's case, now a foot. All three men now pushed their long hair back out of their eyes every few moments as long and mainly curly bangs kept hanging down in front of them. Their clothes became restrictive but then loose once more as Sam Myers top became a loose fitting blue blouse with a low but still fairly conservative neckline as his matching suit pants became a pair of beige khaki pants that ended just below the knee. His hips widened, his butt filled out with firm fat and the rest of his muscles and aging flab dwindled away as large breasts pushed through the top, crowned by a false gold necklace that dangled teasingly above his new, deep cleavage. His fancy silver watch became smaller and slight cheaper and more basic, the agent's ring finger following suit as golden band circled it, topped with a small diamond. Hooped earrings dangled from smaller lobes and decorative bangle hung from feminine wrists as the now darker skinned Agent stood in heeled house shoes to reach the top of the shelves. He pursed his full, plump lips and narrowed his exotic shaped eyes as a dusting of makeup covered them, and outside of husky grunts as he struggled to clean the rest of the kitchen, he hummed a tune, occasionally kicking out a non-English lyric or two in his accented voice. His stride took on a female sway as his hips rocked back and forth, his black shoes having become a pair of heeled , toeless house shoes, his slim ankles decorated by golden bangles and his small, darker toes now tipped with bright red and glossy paint, much like his new fingers.

Mark's hair, on top of becoming longer and curlier, became a shade lighter as it took on a more Auburn color. Smaller stud earrings of cheap but glittery stone implanted themselves in his ears as his face turned more round and slight heart shaped. His eyes, once blue, turned a light shade of brown and his lips filling out beneath a shrinking nose. He eventually pushed back from his side of the now shared desk, his use shirt now a noisy looking fractal crop top covered by a black hoodie that hid his new breasts that were looking to be larger than his friend's. His hips poofed out, though not dramatically, and his khaki pants turned into a pair of blue jean's that hugged his new, slender legs. His tiny fingers and longer nails tapped away at the screen of his phone, too entranced by social media gossip to notice the desktop becoming a cheap little laptop, its lines of code becoming a word processing document, a handful of typed words hanging incomplete with a blinking cursor. Mark's voice turned light and airy as he let out a girlish giggle at something funny on social media.

Ameer's changes were similar. His black hair expanded out and down, gaining voluminous curls that dangled down a slender neck that no longer possessed an Adam's apple. His skin, once marked by adult acne and his grimy beard was now hair free and spotlessly clear. Healthy teeth nibbled on plumper lips as piercing new eyes stared at the monitor screen. His hoodie and undershirt melted away into a pink blouse while smaller new breasts were cradled by an almost visible black bra. His hips cracked and expanded outwards by a large margin, most of his manly fat and muscle pooling in his buttocks as his sweat pants became tighter around his slimming legs, his large feet wiggling painted toes on the floor as his shoes faded away. Tiny hooped earrings curled into his ear lobes and a light dash of makeup splashed across his face. His face was exotic but focused, tiny hands clattering across the generic keyboard as the image on the screen shifted away from lines of code to a word document similar to Mark's, though far more complete.

The final changes, unaware to all three men, were the apartment shifting around them. The room in which Mark and Ameer sat was cleaned as the stale food and empty cans of energy drinks vanished, leaving the new furniture clean and tidy as a soft breeze pushed the stench of sweat, flatulence and rotten food away, replaced with a clean linen smell. The walls lightened as the old paint turned a fresh, new white and covered the walls and ceiling as if by an invisible brush. The old wallpaper vanished save for the largest pieces that had curled from the walls, those sections now becoming posters of movies, boy bands and other various images that would be found in a bedroom. Fresh carpet seemed to grow from the barren hardwood floors, the dust and dirt blowing away as if it was never there. The broken down furniture was repaired and filled with books, plush animals, framed pictures, and the empty closet found itself bursting to the brim before its walls expanded to accommodate the enormous amount of feminine clothing and shoes now held within. The singular couch groaned as its cushions became one singular soft mass, and its frame stretched farther and farther away before the rustling of a sheet settled down upon the new bed. Instead of a grungy hacker den, Mark and Ameer now sat at a small computer desk within a warmly lit and decorated room, clearly designed for a teenage girl.

Years of decay rolled back as the entire apartment expanded by two more rooms. Warm colors splashed upon the walls and several of the rooms grew carpet while the remaining hardwood was renewed, losing its aged creaking and gaining color and luster beneath bright ceiling lights that replaced the handful of bare hanging bulbs. Two bathrooms burst into existence, both modern and well decorated, one in the main section of the apartment and another sitting off the new addition, which had become a slightly larger bedroom with a massive, soft bed dominating the room. The living room was filled with a couch, a love seat and a recliner as the old, nonfunctional television was squished flat and pulled wider like taffy until it was a modern flat screen. The final changes were within the spotless kitchen, Sam having worked up a small sheen of sweat just heavy enough for a single drop to drop from his new angular and exotic face and onto his exposed cleavage below. New appliances replaced broken or missing ones, a large expensive looking table replacing the cheap fold out, and the chairs becoming solid, sturdy wood with cushioned seats instead of cheap aluminum and nylon. The smell of exotic herbs filled the apartment as the small pile of pizzas shifted into a bubbling pot of colorful food, which Sam occasionally stirred with his long nailed hands, smiling in satisfaction at the meal he had prepared. The entire apartment had moved from the inner city, and now stood on its own as a warm, modest looking home in a good suburb, a sedan parked in the open, two car garage. Photos of Sam, Ameer and a unknown white soldier were posted along the walls, eventually disappearing and showing Ameer and Sam standing together instead. A folded American flag encased in glass was given a small place of honor in the master bedroom, next to one final picture of the man before the apartment, now a house, settled into it’s final form.

The very last changes were the three men's penises, having grown smaller and smaller with each change until they were almost nonexistent, having shrunken behind three different sets of panties before finally vanishing within each man, becoming functional women's organs. The changes ceased, and where three adult men had once been were now one grown adult woman, her seventeen year old daughter and her best friend.

"OMG, look!" Mara said, shoving her phone into Amina's face, "Look at what Jenny Holstead just posted! Oh man, Amanda's dad is gonna freak out when he sees it!"

Amina blinked at the slightly blurry picture of one of the popular girls kissing a boy and shoved the phone away, focusing on the screen in front of her. "Ugh, get that out of my face, Mara! We need to get this paper done or my mom will kill me!" The teenage girl whined as she went back to typing up her homework, leaving her BFF pouting behind her. But she cracked a smirk when she muttered, just loud enough for her bestie to hear, “We both know you just want to do that to Johnny yourself!” It was true and Mara couldn’t deny it, she was no slut but it was well known around school that she was a little boy crazy.

“You bitch!” Mara gasped dramatically, putting a small hand across her chest in mock shock before both girls broke out into a fit of barely contained giggles followed by Amina desperately trying to silence both of them before her mom found out. They, like, seriously had to get their homework done! But truth be told, both teens had slacked off most of the evening, and Amina's other browser tab was filled with shopping for racy new lingerie and clothes that she was dying to wear in front of the cute boys at school...But could never get because her mom never gave her allowance and she was too young to work yet. But speak of the devil (in foux-Prada), there was a sharp knock on the door and as the door knob twisted Mara hurriedly say back down in her own chair and looked focused and busy on her school laptop, typing up a few quick sentences of nothing as Saina stuck her beautiful face into her daughter's bedroom.

"Everything going good in here, girls?" She asked her voice light and playful but her eyes were scanning the girls for any sign of laziness. The matriarch had only allowed this sleepover if it was a study night, she couldn't stand wasted time for just giggling over gossip and boys.

"Yes mom! We're almost done!" Amina's voice was sweet and obedient, fighting the urge to look at Mara's mostly blank screen. She loved her mom, but ever since her dad died on deployment mom had become a bit of a control freak, becoming a little overbearing about Amina's path in life.

"Yes Mrs. Myers! Thank you for having me over!" Mara's voice was friendly, but the larger chested girl was super nervous. She'd not even started the assignment yet! She'd be screwed if Amina's mom came to check their work!

The exotic Iranian-American woman stood there in the door for a moment before sighing and giving the girls one of her brilliant smiles. "Okay! Well, dinner is in ten minutes, so find a stopping point, otherwise Mara has to go..."

"I know mom, she’ll have to go home! Trust me; we'll be done before you know it!" Amina said, knowing full well she'd have to share her homework with the other girl, as usual. God, her mom could be SUCH a hardass!

Meanwhile, somewhere far away from the new single mom, her new daughter and the new daughter of an entirely different family, the programmer for the mysterious code chuckled. Another half-hearted attempt by the government to gain access to the Witch-Net, and the best part was with the former team having been replaced in reality, the morons in charge would eventually send in another hacker team, which would meet a similar fate. Amina and her mother Saina hadn't been the first team to come up against the site's security, and they wouldn't be the last…