The survivability of those "lateral conversions" proved to be about the same as the chances of winning the state lottery: not good.As strange as it se...ms probably the only reason I survived was the fact I chose Army and was selected for the UN Special Forces. True, the casualty rates in the SpecFor were even higher than the normal grunts but for some reason my team survived intact, with the exception of one very early on. It was what they called a "statistical anomaly," which is brass-speak for. I tested her depth by having her do things. The tasks kept getting increasingly unusual and she kept doing them. When I was certain that she was very deep I told her she would waken from a very deep sleep and tell me everything she remembered, if she remembered anything. I wanted to carefully test her waking memory. She woke up and said the usual question. ‘Was I hypnotized?’ ‘What do you think?’ ‘I don’t think so. I don’t remember anything happening, ‘ ‘That was a test. Now I am going to work. She then asked for a hug before I had to go to school, of course sis I say.“Ok” I say as I give her a hug, and she then pushed her tits into my chest. I even think I saw a nip slip, I then quickly look away. Then my Sister breaks the hug, and I go to school thinking nothing of it. I then think about this all day while I’m at school. I kept thinking to myself why is my Sister doing this to me.I then come home to find my big Sister masturbating on the coach. “Sis I scream out what the fuck.” “Oh. He then got me near the bed and made me sit on the bed and went to the bathroom. I was very nervous he came back and sat next to me. My hand started to shake and he placed his hand on my thighs and stood up he pulled me to him and made me sit in his laps and started to rub my stomach and I can almost feel my penis under my ass. It felt so big like a pipe. He then pulled my head towards him and started to rub his cheek in mine. He got hold my hair and placed a hard kiss on my lips and started to.