It was a load of fuzz.That was something she hadn’t expected when she had been transferred out of the USAF training program on Ceres to the Devil Pr...gram. At the end of the day, Devil Troops weren’t just soldiers. They were intelinet troubleshooters, special forces, and spies all merged into a single cohesive whole. Great in terms of operational flexibility. Irritating when the only thing you had wanted to do with your life was fly cool spaceships.Fuzz was an intelligence term. Basically,. She produced a large SLR camera from behind her back. ?It?s a Kodak moment.? I struggled with all my might and shouted my protests at the top of my voice. The effect was similar to a slightly arthritic slug singing and dancing to ?The Macarena?. The girls enthusiastically draped themselves around my bound body. As Melanie adjusted the focus on the camera I tried to turn my face away from the lens. However Melanie reached over towards her crop and I shook my head submissively. Once satisfied. DiscoveredKeeping me forced to the ground, and pinned so that my right armwas useless, the ugly old man grabbed a handful of my bunched silkyundergarments. I could feel him adjusting his grip on the slipperymaterial, readying himself to pull hard.I pushed upwards in vain, reaching with my other hand, knowing thatmy discovery would be my death. My ordeal if I were a real girlwould be one thing, terrible and evil, but once they saw that I wasmale there was no telling how much worse things might. I wear a mousy brown wig and gray contacts. I wear a binding breast bra that hides much of my chest. I got tired of all the come-ons and pinches, and decided to do something about it. We don't do long flights, so we can dress down and get away with it. The bosses know why we do it and don't say anything, as long as we keep the complaints down. But what you see before you is the real me. Are you turned off by the way I look?" Honey, he hasn't been anything but turned on since you opened that.