"That is exactly what this is; 'What if'." W-what do you mean?" The idea of talking to some disembodied voice does not, strangely enough, bother you n...arly as much as the voice itself."Simply put, this is the thought space. This is where thoughts become reality. Whatever you think here can and will become your new reality. However, you can not simply create reality the way you want it. There are certain...rules that must be followed." What kind of rules exactly?" To be honest, there is but one. Still wearing Jake's shirt, she had built a new fire on the remains of the old one and the coffee pot was standing close by.She saw him moving. "Matzh," she said, pointing at the fire. Jake got to his feet and went to fetch one. Then he realised that he too was just wearing a shirt. Shrugging that off, he took a match from its tin and handed it to her."Than cue," she said, smiling at him. She seemed to be getting the hang of English quite well. Sadly, he hadn't heard her speak enough of her. I gave them a nice view up my butt when I bent to flush the toilet, of course. There wasn't a limp dick in the bathroom as I retrieved my backpack and dashed out, my anonymous voyeurs trailing behind, grinning and walking funny, their stiff dicks tenting their trousers.God, if I got my period, would I even let them see me insert a tampon?Given my exhibitionist tendencies, I had to admit I probably would. Then I thought of disposing of the used one in front of them. Ick!I made it to German just. ‘Watch what?’Joe thrust the bag he was holding into my hands. Ipeered inside. ‘Please, put that on.’ His voice had becomelow, it sounded a little like it had on the tape. I hesitated,but only for a second. Standing behind the old man, I saidto Joe, ‘turn away, don’t want either of you peeking.’Inside was a nurses’ uniform. I immediately guessed thescenario. Poor old guy, surrounded by nurses and neverthe chance to get an eyeful. I suddenly warmed to my roleas I squeezed into my uniform.‘Now.