Greg was now out of my range of sight, but I heard him holler, “Jesus H Christ! I just totally shit myself!Bob was now cautiously looking over the s...at, “Okay Charlie, you should turn back into something a little easier on the eyes, aye?”“Oh, all right,” I flashed before changing into a white, baby bunny. Bob was now reaching over the seat, petting me.Greg started REALLY freaking out. “Bob, ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY? What are you doing?”Bob pushed the button, lowering the window, “It’s just. “There are other things that I want to discuss with you as well.”“Go ahead,” he replied.“The rare minerals are only a partial symbol of our trade together. We need more. Our people need to have a reason for defending your colonies and homes if the Aksren or Shal’rein comes to attack you. I have some proposals to make. One is to allow the humans to ... become mates with our race. Free transportation and services will be allowed to all humans, male or female, to join us. There they will be given. When I finished, she stepped out of the tub, dried herself off, and threw me the wet towel to dry off with. "I know you love to wear that G-string." She said. "So just keep it on slave, and go into the bedroom when you're done drying off."I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the G-string. She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a red satin camisole, garter, nylons and black patent. Sherman and I stood there aghast at what we saw."You look lovely," I finally ventured to say. "Are you on your way to a costume ball?" Standing in front of a full length mirror, Lt. Lawrence was attired in an Egyptian belly dancer costume. It looked really quite fetching on him."Well, no," Lt. Lawrence replied. "The higher-ups want me to organize the Arabs into a guerilla fighting force to go against those blighters, the Ottoman Turks. I figured this is the best way to attract those Arab.