In a certain highschool with a rampant delinquency problem. Abraham was a name that inspired fear in the hearts of both the faculty and student body alike and a rallying cry for the gangsters, junkies and illiterates to rally behind. With a highly influential father who could at any time simply cut off funding for the school if a report was made to sully his name, no one could lift a finger to stop Abraham's tirade. Extorting lunch money, beating on teachers who infuriated him, even harassing girls, nothing seemed too low for the idol of anarchy whose reign everyone had resigned themselves to for the next 3 years…

Until one day, right after the first semester had ended. A series of thunderstorms would suddenly rock the countryside, ushering everyone inside out of fear of being struck down by the strange and fierce superstore mysteriously localized around the town where Abraham lived with his father. And while the pair were stuck with nothing much to do, an especially strong bolt from the furious heavens above slams right into the posh bungalow below, blacking out the power with a furious curse from Abraham as his computer shuts off mid way through a game.

In the cover of darkness without his sight to aid him, the mystical energies coursing through the apartment begins to change everything from the interior deco to the people living inside, starting with Abraham and his room, replacing the drugs stashed away in the corner with a shelf of neatly arranged dietary supplements while an unkempt bed morphs into a fluffy one covered in frilly pink sheets with a cute bunny plush next to a comfy pillow.

Not to be forgotten, Abraham himself begins to undergo his own transformation as his bulky, muscular shape bends and flickers like a fading image on an ancient television screen, losing definition, gaining curves, trading an oily mop of hair for a platinum blonde bob cut, a pure throat cured of abuse to vocalize a sweet yet strict voice, the gentle visage of a Valkyrie and last but not least; the elimination of Abraham's manhood that finally alerts him to the changes as a sharp sting between his legs forces him to his knees, running a dainty hand over a lean, tight navel in panic. With his eyes adjusting to the dark, the vague outlines of wide set hips and a globular pair of breasts tenting his top slowly fade into view before the power turns back on, treating a newly feminized Abraham to front row views of a fertile young lady's body, screaming in shock as her golden eyes widen at the sight of her once proud pecker slithering back up into a throbbing slit crowned with a neatly trimmed strip of pubes between her legs…long curvy legs lined with a tantalizing balance between firm muscle and supple fat especially prominent around her melon crushing thighs. Nothing like the thick pillars bulging with muscle and hair that came before.

"My, my what's going on Abby? Did Jerry dear pay you a visit agai-O-Oh…I'm so sorry, please, continue~"

It didn't take long for Abraham to realize something was terribly wrong as a 10/10 MILF of a lady she had never seen before backs out of her room after catching her with her pants down and presumably getting the wrong idea. Scrambling to her feet in an effort to figure out just what the heck was going on while ignoring the hefty jiggle in her ass and chest before planting herself firmly back in her chair, noting just how drastic the changes to her room were when her previous edgy setup had been replaced with white and pink decor alongside her death metal collection being subsumed with memorabilia from some random boy band she had never heard of before alongside the desktop wallpaper of bikini clad women exchanged for a startling image of the student council president, William, who she could remember beating up on her first day at school hand in hand with a tomboy concealing her voluptuous figure under thick clothes, something Abraham could figure out immediately after so much time spent eyeing up a variety of women, but now wasn’t the time for sightseeing.

Flicking open her similarly girlified handphone with a cutesy wallpaper and scrolling over to her camera, the dots she had been dreading were instantly connected after seeing her new self cast back at her, twisting that pretty face with a nasty scowl as she begins to flick through her contacts list with all her old buddies entirely wiped away, replaced with most of the goody two shoes in school along with her father’s name being replaced with Ma instead of Old Man, confirming her earlier suspicion on what had become of her father when that motherly lady had sauntered in so casually a few seconds earlier. But whatever had changed her had seen fit to rewire her father’s mind as well, shivering at the thought of being turned into some busty babe who had no idea she used to be some big name snob running a multi million dollar firm before the melodious voice of her new mother comes echoing down the corridor, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Abby? Don’t forget to get ready for school you hear? It’s almost time for homeroom!”

She wouldn’t have given a rat’s ass about being late for school, but after hearing her mother’s reminder, something in Abraham’s mind clicks, filling her heart with a heavy sense of urgency and panic, spurring her into action as she finds herself moving on autopilot, flinging open her wardrobe but barely having any concern left about her smaller, frillier choice of clothing as her hands dart for her schools uniform, throwing off her singlet and shorts before slapping on a plain set of underwear consisting of a bra that struggles to wrap itself around her enormous breasts and soft panties with a heart emblazoned over her snatch pulled up tight around her hips. Throwing on her uniform and snatching up her bag, Abraham wasted no time in sprinting outside with a quick wave bidding Ma goodbye, screaming the whole while as her mental self raged on about the loss of control and sudden time skip from a cool Saturday evening to a sweltering Monday morning.

With her powerful legs and the added support of her underwear, sprinting to school just a few blocks down from where she lived was a simple feat as people stood aside for the elegant young lady dressed in an ironed out set of men's clothes dashing by in a pale yellow blur. But the more she ran, the further Abraham's resistance faltered as new memories began to seep into her brain, filling her in on the life she now led as her criminal past slowly became a distant dream.

She remembered growing up alone with her mother after her father had passed away, leaving them with his inheritance. She remembered being a good girl for her mother, taking great effort in pulling her weight around the house doing grocery shopping and cleaning, she remembered studying hard to get into high school and signing on as a prefect under the student council, quickly earning herself the moniker of Grandma Abby for her platinum blonde hair and no nonsense personality. Straightening out the delinquents before they became a problem while working closely with the student council themselves, and within that short period of time, Abby had gotten to know her senior well, well enough to begin a budding relationship with William.

And as she finally turns the corner around the walkway to arrive within courtyard of her familiar school with a familiar face already standing in wait to usher in the soon-to-be latecomers, the last figments of Abraham die off with a pathetic whimper upon the last splurge of memories accompanied by strong feelings of excitement, relief and most importantly; love at the sight of William, the man she now knew to be her mate, not like the rest of the council knew it, for now their relationship would be kept a secret, but once he had graduated before her, Abby had big plans to introduce him to her mother, getting giddy at the thought of her going wild upon realizing she had a son in-law. But William seemed a bit flustered today, was he running a fever? Concerned, Abby quickly closes the gap before realizing what her boyfriend had been staring at with her boobs being a little too free with their bouncing alongside the humid morning sun gracing the creamy skin of her exposed cleavage after a button had popped free of its restraints, unable to contain the burgeoning weight of her assets clearly inherited from her mother as Abby sheepishly wraps her arms around herself to conceal them from view, shooting William an embarrassed look that had him acting immediately.

"L-Lets get that taken care…I think Julia has a few replacements she can spare in the lockers…"

Once that slight case of wardrobe malfunction had been cleared up, Abby and William were quick to take their place in class before the bells rang, going about their day as usual; attending lessons, doing their rounds to ensure nothing suspicious was taking place, assisting the faculty, bookkeeping etcetera. In short, everything was as Abby remembered it to be ever since starting her first few weeks here in high school, already back into the grinder with her first day as a second year student.

With William busy overseeing the presentation with his peers about future plans going forward, Abby had some free time to spare, walking around the zen garden she no longer recalled wrecking in a life she had no recollection of, strolling serenely through the shade of the trees before eyeing something at the corner of the garden behind a particularly tall stone, rubbing her eyes before looking closer to find no one there at all.

Unbeknownst to her however, something was indeed watching her, returning her curious look with a smile with azure blue eyes darting between the fair maiden and a photo held in the stranger's arm, holding it up as if to compare the brutish thug depicted in it with the beautiful and pure Abby. With her objective seemingly accomplished, the stranger drags a sharpened knife across the picture in her hands, staining the man's face in red before the paper disintegrates into ash, crumbling away in her palm before scattering the remnants into the wind.

With a familiar voice calling out to her from above, an elated Abby turns her attention towards William, beelining it for the stairwell to meet him there while the stranger takes her leave.

Justice was served that day, and while no one would raise a brow upon awakening to a life free from bullying and hardship after a thorn they no longer remembered existing had been removed from their sides, they would most certainly remember Grandma Abby's efforts in ensuring it stayed that way.