”“I hope not,” responded Casey with a smile. “A degree of anxiety gives you an edge, and we need to keep that.”“I’ll go along with that....How are we doing?”“Very well,” responded Casey. “We made the transition with no issues. The ships near us all maintained separation. In fact it was better than we normally do.”“Good. Alana, how does the convoy look?”“Great. Everyone is in their desired position and no one is pushing their boundaries.”“Thanks.”PBN14’s AI said, “Christina, when will your log. Isn’t it funny, we’ve been traveling together on that bus for months now and we don’t even know each others names. Anyway, I am Rhonda, Rhonda Mead and my younger sister is Sally Mead. I am also only fourteen years old and I just so much want to be a Nudist now. I didn’t realize that until Sally started poking at your ‘sausage’. That’s why I had that little outburst ... sorry ‘bout that ... and seeing you jerk off in the bus just now just convinced me even more that I actually HATE wearing. "Ok....that's good" He said.I was stood in front of him, in bra, panties, suspender belt and back lace topped stockings, and my black stillettos...looking every inch the slut. The CCTV camera whirred into life."turn round" he said I did as I was told, too scared to even plead with him anymore. He took my wrists and locked them into the cuffs. They were just novelty sex play cuffs that I'd picked up from Anne Summers, but the were still strong enough to hold me. My hands cuffs behind my back.. And he was all so right about that. And I was all so loving what was happening now. In fact knowing how much I would hate myself for being so slutty, naughty and willing to go so far, leaving everything what once was masculine and straight behind me. Never able to pick it up again. Never able to go back. But what should I do else? It can't be helped, can it? Was it ultimately my fault? Have I become utterly perverted and abnormal? Maybe I should stop wining about it and start seeing my future.