He looks up at me and smiles. “Nice,” is all he says, as he stands up. He takes my hands and put them behind my back, saying: “Keep them there.�...� I do as he orders. I take a deep breath, as the adrenaline swirls through me, while he walks to the door and locks it. I look at him when he comes up behind me, and places a blindfold over my eyes. “And this?” I ask. “Valerie, just something new I thought we could try.” Staring into the darkness of the blind fold, I curl my bottom lip between my teeth. The AI set up the sleep training course for me, and I lay down in the tube. Two hours later, I was wrung out, exhausted, but I had a host of new information at my mental fingertips. The sleep training isn't like I'd thought it would be, it isn't really sleep, and it isn't really training either. Remember how you had us practice with the AR until we could put it together blindfolded? I could still do that now, but with the sleep training I knew every little detail about the weapons they were. McMaster willbe very happy with your progress."He helped me stand up and walk over to the full-length mirror. I'd stillnot gotten used to the enormous breasts attached to my chest, but I wasgetting there.When I approached the mirror and brought my eyes up to view my face, Ialmost fainted. What I saw wasn't me at all. It must be a trick mirror, Ithought. But the young attractive young woman in the mirror was wearingthe same hospital gown that I was, and she moved when I moved. Dr.Nowicki brought. If you’ve been paying close attention, you may have noticed I’m gripping the podium rather hard and standing a bit awkwardly. You may have attributed this behavior to nerves, but you would be incorrect. This behavior is because I desperately need to pee, but it’s not because of the long lines at the woman’s restrooms.” A few women audibly laughed, but most of the audience was silent. “My predicament is due to this,” she said, stepping out from behind the podium and indicating the buckle of her.