But it was. Stockings began slithering along the floor toward my feet. I didn't know what to do. I ran, and inadvertently stripped over the makeup tab...e stool.The stockings didn't miss their opportunity. They jumped to my toes, and unrolled themselves upward. I reached down to try to stop them......and instead, my hands started assisting them. Whatever had transformed my hands had possessed them as well! This was not going well at all! I watched in horror as my leg hair dissolved, my legs. I don't think anyone else did. But I guess we couldn't really argue with Mission Control and the senior officers." Weren't there any scientists who'd protested?" One or two did," said the woman with a smile that was difficult to interpret given her opaque gaze. "Well, rather more than one or two. But nothing came of it. What I found weird was that the very people who were initially the most sceptical became those who were the most enthusiastic. I'd almost say they'd been brainwashed, except. I was now trapped. I was completely in Ms. Connor’s control. There were no decisions for me to make now. I couldn’t escape. If I screamed, no one would hear me – at least no one who could help me. That realization relaxed me. All I had to do now was take the punishment Ms. Connor decided that I deserved. Nothing more. It was easy for me now – emotionally easy anyway.My left hand was gently pulled up and shackled over my head. Ms. Tonya grabbed a controller that was hanging nearby. She pushed a. Marsha stopped her from proceeding. "Can I please keep them on?" Marsha asked as a look of embarrassment crossed her face. Jaz cursed herself for moving too fast. "Of course you can," Jaz answered, kissing her cheek. Marsha allowed Jaz's fingers to rub the silky mound under the thong that was becoming wetter with each passing second. Jaz soon slid her hand under the waistband of Marsha's panties and was rewarded with another short moan as her fingers ran through her silky pubic hair. Jaz rolled.