Fortunately, as Velda had so astutely assessed, my Vice-Admiral Alana was supremely efficient, ever-ready with advice, and she actually made me look g...od on the bridge.I made sure, on Alana’s advice, that I allowed the Flagship’s Captain, a young officer called Valerian, to run his ship without any interference from me, while Alana and I controlled the movements of my Fleet, which was only a fraction of the enormous force of battleships, cruisers and destroyer-carriers that Mylon, Pynom and. There was a suit, a bodysuit I should say, but like nothing I'd ever heard of. The color was impossible to discern in the shadows, perhaps merely black as it appeared, I thought, but the texture ... It was mink possibly, or sable. I'd enjoyed such comforts before, but this was superfluity beyond compare.My proposed attire had a fine closure, a delicate seeming zipper along the side, from the hip to the armpit. I pulled the fur with my fingers, working my feet and legs inside one at a time, so. Once again, she said to herself, “this is all a very bad dream, no way this is happening, just ignore it and it will go away!”In her mind’s eye, she could see herself removing her shirt to find a masculine chest covered in hair. Slowly she removed her shirt. It was ok, looking back at her, the reflection was the same one she knew. With the small breasts, black hair and slim figure.Now she was honestly terrified. she was about to remove her pants and once again she repeated the mantra: “This is. Jessica?"Her eyes were closed as she gently nodded.I grabbed the sweats at her left ankle and with one big yank, I pulled them off, letting them fly off into the corner of the room."Wha-la!"I was half expecting to see her wearing with some Disney type panties or a slut in training thong, but what I got was something un-expectantly cool. Fucking superman panties. Not the kid version with little pictures on them, but dark blue with that large red superman "S" emblazoned just offset from her.