More," I croaked, hardly believing my voice.She pressed a bottle of poppers into my hand, and picked up the lube. A moment later she held up her hands... together, glistening and entwined the fingers until they formed a doubled fist."Oh God... oh Jesus... can I? Can I really?!" I moaned. I knew what she wanted to do, and what I wanted her to do."Open for me Justine... open for your mistress." She whispered, and I swear I felt my cunt blossom to her command.I felt the eight slippery smooth. ‘I’ll bet you a month of laundrying that someone will return with an invitation to see General Hopez,’ whispered Zoa back. ‘That’s easy for you to say,’ whispered back the veteran. ‘In a prison cell, there’s no tub for you to do my laundry.’ Zoa made sure to only smile on the inside. They were being watched. She had to look solemn and important. She shifted every few moments, allowing her medal and gold sheet to reflect the sunlight, for anyone watching to see. Instead of melting her gold, the. Doctor Nasty finally hurried back into the room, staring at me in shockand horror. She rushed to grab a large ray gun from a table, but I gotto it faster, grabbing it and tossing it all the way across the lab.Then I grabbed her by her clothes and lifted her off the ground with onearm, amazed at just how small and fragile she seemed. Her anorexic bodylooked as though it would snap in half without any effort at all."Now I've got you," I snarled, feeling quite menacing in my new body. Icould. . panty-change time.”I blushed without really meaning to.“It’s why I insisted you let me do my own laundry,” Liz said.“I figured you just didn’t want to risk me stealing them,” I said, winking at her. “And, for the record, you did not do your own laundry. You put your items into the tub after I had done everything else. There is a subtle but distinct difference.”Liz smiled at me and wrapped a towel around her torso as we went back into the bedroom. I hadn’t bothered with a towel.“Uh, can we ....