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SISSIES IN SPACE PROLOGUE: This is work of fiction, with apologies to NASA. 2052 CE A conglomerate of several large American Corporation's met in January on St. Kitts Island in the Caribbean for a discussion concerning the exploration of the asteroid belt between the planet's of Mars and Jupiter. This meeting was the direct result of the apparent temerity of NASA for the past twelve years following the disastrous manned Mars mission that resulted in the perishing of the six man crew. Boeing, Remington-Rand, Space-X, Douglas-Mc Donnell, Apple and Lockheed were discussing the occupation of the moon as a mining, processing and fabricating complex for the construction of a Mars outpost. The agreement reached was for a general lunar base for some fifteen thousand occupants. This agreement, highly secret was arrived at by basically, keeping all of world governments and the UN out of the loop. An unclaimed Pacific atoll occupied and as it was far off of all shipping lanes a mercenary military force of considerably formidable strength was created. It was capable of keeping almost any hostile armed force at bay. Several large construction firms were contracted with instructions to totally rearrange the atoll on a design/build provision. Several international companies were contracted to build components for a fleet of short haul (Earth to Moon) transport. Boeing, Space -X and Lockheed would design and construct the fleet of Earth to a high orbit space station for transfer of personnel and materials to the Moon. At the atoll, a large island, some twenty square kilometers was constructed with a two hundred meter wide water way for shipping to surround it. The original outer islands of the atoll were kept mostly intact to serve as a seawall. Several small, uninhabited volcanic islands in the vicinity were obliterated for fill material for the project. The now flattened former volcanic islands were occupied by the corporate navy and air force. It took three years to complete the launch facilities and as all plans for the space craft and high orbit station were complete, the project was underway. Elements of the New Zealand and Australian Navies attempted to snoop around but, were immediately shooed away by the superior corporate forces. Complaints to the UN were met with the usual shrug of collective international shoulders. The US merely said that the project was not in it's 'sphere' of interest. The Chinese attempted to investigate, primarily because they had been left out of the contractual proceedings but, were surprised by the sophisticated defense's of the corporate no trespassing zone of two hundred thousand square kilometers. The result of this off limits zone to all but, corporate authorized activity was the formation of one of the largest marine reserves in the world. Fish and marine mammals flourished in the zone. ------------- It took two years to build the space station and on completion day, five earth orbit transports delivered the components for the first lunar landing vehicle. The assembly crew took three weeks to complete the first of the largely container sized module pieces and load it with excavation and small earth moving equipment and cranes needed to assemble the first lunar base module. Fifty trained construction specialists accompanied to the transport to moon base site No. 1. The empty transport had fuel enough remaining for the two day return trip to the space station for a refill. Within a year, there were nine hundred specialist's on the moon and the lunar soil was perfect for the special epoxy binder. The spacecraft fabrication and construction crews began the extruding and finishing the several thousand, ten meter long by four meter diameter tubes that were comprise the Mars Heavy Lift Craft. ------------ The mostly finished tubes were thrust by electro-magnetic rail gun into low orbit around the moon and assembly took place in space. Production, finishing and assembly of the Mar's craft took four years. It was nine years in the works but, the Mar's exploration and exploitation vessel, the nuclear powered 'Henry Ford' left lunar orbit with twenty one hundred engineers, scientists, technicians and specialists of all manner on a one way trip. --------------- Three months out from the moon the 'malady' showed it's face. Research lab technicians, caring for thirty Rhesus monkeys, were alarmed that the eleven pregnant females, miscarried. Of the myriad of other pregnant livestock, sheep, goats, cattle, chickens and turkeys, there was not a problem. Only the simians miscarried and not just a few but, all. Two months later three human females miscarried, the only pregnant women on board. Frantic investigation of the fetuses, down to the sub atomic level revealed nothing. Simian subjects had carried fetuses to successful birth on earth orbiting space stations and on the moon. The phenomenon was totally mystifying. Once the Henry Ford attained Mar's orbit. Simian and human births returned to normal. Physician's began to refer to the species specific miscarriage's as the 'Deep Space Malady' and were clueless to beyond that it was somehow connected to zero gravity. Upon arrival to the Red planet, the 'Malady' concerns were back burnered as occupation of the desolate orb was the foremost concern. The 'Pioneer' construction crews went down to planet's surface first in three large one way landing craft that doubled as living quarters and work shops. First on the agenda was a compacted soil landing strip for the Ford's one dozen shuttle craft. Living quarters were underground, cut and fill trenches, each one hundred meters long and interconnected with wide passageway's. The 'Farm' was also a trench, two hundred meters square. The 'Farm' had a triple layered Plexiglas coverings ten by ten meters each, ninety in all and supported by columns fabricated from Martian soil mixed with epoxy. They also had eight inches of expanded polystyrene insulation that quickly installed during darkness or low light conditions. The Ford's agronomists had a field day mixing the stored human and animal waste into the sterile Martian soil to create fertile cropland. From these rudimentary beginnings, the Martian colony was began. ------------------ During the following three years, exploration of the asteroid belt was begun. The immediate return was the abundance of rare metals on the metallic orbs while the rocky ones were of little immediate economic interest. The corporation's involved in this extremely expensive endeavor of interplanetary exploration and colonization needed to be totally free of any government oversight and ran their own legal system and the interests of the various investors were favorably enacted. The problem the colony faced was surprisingly, the lack of carbon based fuels. Apparently, the (geologically) brief period that Mars was a wet and warm planet, failed to last long enough for the development of significant plant life, hence carbon based components did not develop. There was water, however. Deep drilling found and exploited ice layers some three hundred meters below the surface and wells involving steam melting of the sizable ice layers and pumping to storage facilities on the surface became a major project. The corporate conglomerate did establish regular unmanned supply missions from the moon to the Mars colony. One of the prime exports to Mars was the epoxy blend that was found to work well with the planet's loose silica dominated soil. The epoxy enhanced Martian soil allowed for the fabrication of hundreds of square kilometers of solar panels that provided the power for the flourishing industrial base. -------------- The interplanetary supply ships were nuclear powered and returned to lunar orbit towing Mars fabricated storage vessels containing all manner of items and raw materials for use at the now immense Lunar base and some, eventually to Earth. The short term result of the Mars colony establishment was the reduction of NASA's and other national space programs reduced to advanced propulsion research and weather forecasters. The policy of the 'Conglomerate' was to accept research requests from NASA or any other government organization (for a price) but, no non corporate personnel were allowed either on the moon or Mars. Astronauts became Earth orbiting repairmen. ------------- The 'Conglomerate' had invested in the construction of a second large, deep space transport to add to the workforce on the Mars colony, particularly women. The 'Malady" remained a mystery but, the solution appeared to be transporting single sex passenger manifests only, as the 'Malady' did not avail itself within in natural gravitational fields. The new trans Mars vessels were round trip configured and those persons who wanted to return to the moon could do so. The passenger lists were short for the return trip and the open spaces were packed with crates of everything Martian. The bottom line was starting to creep into the black. -------------- Seventeen years after the 'Conglomerate' had essentially taken over manned space exploration and colonization, NASA finally found it's hole card. The secrecy around it was equivalent to that around the Manhattan Project of World War Two. A meeting of the scientific board of the Conglomerate and NASA was arranged in Geneva. NASA tossed the first bone, they had deep space vehicle drive that could sustain an approximate eighty per cent of light speed that had been tested several dozen times in unmanned test vehicles. Quick mental calculation put an Earth to Sol trip at ten minutes. Needless to say, the Conglomerate scientists were stunned. Pressing NASA for details, the corporate science group hit very dense atmospheric resistance. NASA did produce photographs of places in the solar system that the Conglomerate had never visited, accompanied by detailed specifics of the planet's visited. Mercury, Jupiter, Saturn and Uranus. The price for this technology was steep. ------------------- For the Conglomerate, Mars to the moon would become an afternoon commute and it would open the moon's of the gas giants open to reaping unimaginable riches. For NASA, access to the Conglomerates unmatched deep space vehicular technology and general knowledge of alien environmental expertise was essential in their quest to get out of the weather forecasting business. After several weeks of both sides presenting verifiable evidence of their claims, an agreement was reached. The specifications required for NASA's installation of what it referred to as the Bensen Drive were minor modifications to the design of the two large transport vessels that the Conglomerate had been using for nearly twenty years. A somewhat larger nuclear drive and reduced crew size and increased environmentals were specified by NASA for the ship to used by them. When the Conglomerate scientists asked NASA the destination of the inaugural flight, the answer stunned them. -------------------------- "Alpha Centauri?" bellowed Nate Burnside. Burnside was the chief engineer for planning deep space transits. Mostly, his job had been plotting asteroid orbits and ideal interception pathways. A trip to the stars would a first for him, or anybody else for that matter. Janice Swift, his second in command, nodded. "We are going to team up with NASA, they claim to have a near light speed propulsion gizmo," laughed Janice. "NASA......the weather boys?" sneered Nate. "What do they know about manned space flight?" Janice interjected, "Well, the corporate powers that be have decided that if NASA has truly come up with a workable near light speed drive, we are not going to be left on the sidelines watching them zoom off to conquer the universe. That is our shtick." Nate laughed, "Yes, we are the masters of the universe, if you consider our shockingly beautiful desert world and two dozen revolving clumps of metal a universe. What is the projected duration of this mission?" Janice straightened and replied, "Thirteen to fifteen years, real time. Anyway, you are to take the next lunar express and organize our expedition from their. Also, the NASA engineering team has been granted access to moon base. They will be your co-directors for this.....trip." "Do they know about the 'Malady'?" asked Nate. "No," replied Janice tersely. "We can't risk women on a deep space fifteen year voyage. Six months or less is bad enough but, fifteen years, we have no idea of the risk," said Nate. Janice smiled. "The Company is way ahead of you." "How so? Ahead of me?" inquired Nate. "Have you talked with any of the flight crew of the last four lunar transports?" asked Janice. Shaking his head, Nate replied, "No I haven't, why should I?" Janice looked at Nate and said, "For the past four years, the crews of the Mars to Luna transports have all been sissies." Nate, never one to be overly surprised at the twists and turns of his employer's, was more than mildly surprised at this revelation. "Am I missing something here? Why would personnel employ sissy only flight crew?" "Mostly as training for this mission. Apparently discussions with NASA have been going on for some time. Why Corporate went over your head to tell me to tell you about this mission is anybody's guess," ventured Janice. "Mine is that while personnel is none of your business, they were afraid that your macho personality would not cope well with the idea of a band of sissies running the largest ships in the fleet and did not want to witness your pending cardiac arrest." Nate grinned, "Actually, they were right. I would have protested to the high heavens about having an all sissy deep space crew. But, as you say, they have been doing Moon to Mars run for four years without incident and undoubtedly qualify as our best deep space crew. God help NASA." ---------- One Year Later: Captain Natasha Hurt of the Conglomerate ship John D. Rockefeller had the two hundred and ten qualified deep space crewmen(?) jammed into the smallish auditorium in the high security area of Lunar Base One awaiting her announcement. "Ladies, Corporate has pronounced our little group as the most qualified deep space outfit that they have. They have a mission for us that will require one hundred and eighty volunteers. This mission is in cooperation with, now remain seated......NASA." A visible shudder accompanied by gasps of disbelief went through the assembled sissies. There were shouts about not signing up to become weatherman rippling around the hall. Hurt, held up a hand to calm the gathered, "It appears that our good friends from Texas have developed a new type of deep space propulsion unit that, now for this, really remain seated, travels at point eight of light speed." A dead silence met this information. There was one collective thought among the two hundred and ten present.....interstellar. ------------- Gratified that she regained control of the audience, Hurt continued, "The deal is, NASA will provide the new drive to be adapted to a new trans Mars passenger ship that will be structurally familiar in most details to the existing model but, highly modified in interior layout. The total crew will be four hundred souls plus livestock. The navigation and scientific components will be greatly enhanced. The missions goal is Alpha Centauri Prime. The missions time frame is an estimated fourteen years, real time." Pandemonium erupted among the space sissies. Hands went up and shouts of 'Alpha Centauri, there's nothing there' exploded from the gathered. "Probably not," said Hurt. "This is the first step into truly deep space. Alpha Centauri may indeed, prove to be an unexceptional solar system but, has anyone here been there?" The expected silence was deafening. "Again, this is the first step in sissies conquering the universe (Cheers). Keep in mind, the dangerous part of this endeavor is finding our way back," warned Hurt. "So, I'll give you a week to decide if you want to go but, thirty of you will have to remain here to act as the cadre for a new class of sisters just completing their primary training for operating the Luna to Mars runs. There is a sign-up sheet on the clipboard next to the bar in the back. Don't be afraid of letting alcohol sway your decision, that's all for now." ------- Nate Burnside and Natasha Hurt were meeting with the NASA science group leaders discussing the proposed departure date, ten days hence. The NASA group were surprised by Natasha being the ships Captain and even more surprised by Natasha being a shemale. Nate carefully went through the history of the Conglomerate's experience with the 'Malady.' Initially the NASA science group had difficulty with the Malady being species specific. Nate had come armed with the detailed medical records and the subsequent safety of transporting non pregnant women through deep space. The General consensus was that the Malady had something to do gravitational fields but, sense no one knew exactly what gravity was and no females were going on the mission, it was decided to shelve the question. With the all sissy ships crew and twenty Conglomerate veterinarians to look after the livestock while NASA provided agronomists to handle the agriculture part of the food supply. The ships company was now sorted out and eager to leave. The last major items loaded onto the JDR was the 1.5 meter thick layer of Lunar soil and 2.5 meter thick layer of water. These materials were concentrated in the outer, or space side tubes that comprised the ships hull. Two primary functions were served by these materials; potable water and building material plus the all important function of cosmic and gamma ray absorption. On the next morning, at the mythical high tide, the JDF left lunar orbit bound for the stars. --------------- Chief Stores Clerk Nancy Evans and her three Stores Assistants were drinking coffee in the C deck cafeteria as JDF accelerated into position for the first Bensen Jump. C deck was .49 G, or nearly one half gravity produced by centrifugal force of the rotation of the huge wheel that was the ship's hull configuration. The hub of the wheel, which was zero G, held the Bensen and conventional drive units. It would take two days of conventional drive to attain the 85,000 KPH desired for entrance and exit of the Bensen field. Evans and her underlings were discussing sleeping arrangements, as the sissies commonly had a bed mate for extended deep space excursions. It was decided that to start with, they would rotate partners daily until any relationships were established that condoned more lasting arrangemeants. They would also confer with other of ships details for potential expansion of their promiscuous circle. After all, fourteen years was a long time to remain monogamous. ----------- The cafeteria was also occupied by several small groups of NASA geeks of which the sissies were casually assessing. One of the geeks approached the sissies table and asked if he could join them. "I would like to introduce myself," said the geek. "My name Joe Hamilton and I am a Drive Tech. We NASA fellows have zero deep space experience and would appreciate you ladies filling us in on what to expect." Nancy returned the introductions and asked Joe to have any of the other NASA men to join the sissies and that she conduct an ad hoc seminar on what to expect. Joe thanked her and proceeded to make an impromptu announcement to the NASA men in the cafeteria. As tables were rearranged and coffees refilled, Nancy was thankful that the sissies all wore chastity tubes while on duty, primarily to restrain those unsightly bulges in their tight shorts that were typical of their duty uniforms. All of the sissies began immediately fantasizing about all of the full sized, unhormoned cocks now available for the next fourteen years. ------------- Nancy looked over the now crowded corner of the cafeteria and saw without surprise, faces trying to disguise their anxiety about deep space travel. "Gentlemen, first of all, space travel is boring. A deadly serious type of boring but, nevertheless, a continuous all important boredom. Your daily routine is important to the safety and well being of yourselves and your shipmates. The vessel we are travelling on is a tried and true design that has been in service for many years. Normally, about a thousand people would be on board, if this were a run to Mars. As there are only four hundred of us, the opportunity for a little private time is readily available. There are several large open spaces, normally occupied by the livestock but, open to crewmen to relax in. Watching small herds of cattle and sheep is a kind of bucolic relief from the antiseptic confines of most of the ship. There are also arboretums to escape to and exercise areas to use." The men, having seen the massive JDF from their shuttles as they boarded, were not surprised at the amenities of the massive craft. They were surprised at the emphasis that Nancy put on their daily duties. "I am the Senior Ships Stores Clerk," continued Nancy. "My job and my girls, here job is to keep you supplied with toilet paper and bath soap." Nervous chuckles worked their way through the gathered men. A hand rose and thin man in his early forties asked about space sickness. Nancy replied that it was a minor problem with those personnel that worked in zero G or near zero G environments and that it was usually a short term ailment. Several more typical questions of first time space voyagers were asked and dispensed with. Joe thanked Nancy for her insights and returned to his table and shared his thoughts with his colleagues, "It's hard to believe that they are not women." The man sitting next to him replied, "In fourteen years, it won't be." A hearty laugh circled the table. --------------------------- Two days later the first Bensen Jump took place. An electro-magnetic field was generated by the device and the JDR was pulled forward in it's field for ten minutes and then the JDR emerged back into real space time at a speed of 85,000 KPH. They had travelled the distance equivalent to that of the space between the Earth and the Sun. Two minutes were allotted to determine their navigational bearings and recharge the drive and the process was repeated as it would be every twelve minutes for the next six and a half years. The ships occupants felt nothing. No jolt or sensation of speed occurred, just progress as usual. A series of high resolution photographs of where they had been prior to each jump were taken. The first in a seemingly endless progression of where they had been for compiling a map home. ----------------------------- After a month, the unnoticeable routine of the jumps had lulled the crew into a daily, somewhat monotonous regime. Romance began to rear It's fickle head. Natasha Hurt began noticing that once the non-event of the Bensen Jump had worn off and ships compliment was settled into a routine, the sissies began to flirt. At first it began with more careful makeup followed by the use of scented soaps and followed by the uniform shorts being occasionally abandoned for skirts. The various sub-commands had made their sleeping arrangements among their individual groups, however the come on to the NASA people was evident. It didn't take long for the NASA men to assess the situation. After thirty days of travel, it already took over twenty four days for a radio transmission, one way for to reach Earth. Also, this mission was not widely known to be taking place. The realities of interstellar travel were seeping into everyone aboard bones and they had just started. Needless to say, this was not a dry ship. The Conglomerate had provided four brewers and four distillers to concoct joy juice for the travelers. ----------------------------- Joe Hamilton was having a whiskey with Nancy Evans in the ships lounge. Joe was operating in full pick up mode and Nancy was receptive. Joe was a number cruncher in Astro Navigation. His duties had him doing a four hour zero gravity shift, the maximum allowed, in ships main control module. Which was located in a heavily shielded bunker one hundred meters forward of the Bensen Drive Array, which was an additional one hundred meters forward of the reactor core. He was talking about the incredible amount of clutter in interstellar space. "You know that the Bensen Drive only operates for ten minutes at a crack and then we re-enter normal space at 85,000 KPH for two minutes as we try and figure out where we are," said Joe. Nancy tried to look interested as Joe rattled on about rogue planet's, dark comets and asteroids whizzing about in the assumed void. "We aren't going to hit any of these things are we, Joe?" asked Nancy, knowing the answer. "Not to worry," replied Joe. "These things are much further apart than they are in a solar system and we haven't been within a million kicks of anything.....yet." "Yet what?" questioned Nancy. "We are trying to add a program to the directional program of the Bensen Drive that recognizes large objects within two hundred thousand kilometers and shortens the drives transfer envelope. That, hopefully, would eliminate any possible collision between us and whatever at 85,000 KPH," explained Joe. "Good news though, we are travelling a little faster than predicted. We are averaging .85 percent of light speed and that will cut a year off the round trip." "That calls for a party," smiled Nancy. "I've noticed a certain drop in morale, especially amoung the NASA fellows. They don't have the deep space experience of the Conglomerate sissies. It took any where's from six to eight months, one way for the Mar's runs." Joe paused and replied, "You know a ship wide party might be just the thing to get the science juices flowing among our coddled eggheads. Who knows what the collection of brain power we have on board might come up with." "I'll try and get a face to face with Captain Hurt and run the idea by her," said Nancy. "She's something of a party animal and will probably go for it, especially with goods news to use as an excuse." "Good," agreed Joe, "it would be a good excuse to get the two groups to socialize together. Our science boy's are somewhat introverted." "I know just the people to cure that," smiled Nancy. ---------------------- A week later the ship wide party commenced. It was a twenty four hour party, held in three shifts as half of the combined crews were on three eight hour shifts. Those crewmen and gurls that worked single shift jobs, partied hearty. The NASA fellows were astonished at their Conglomerate compatriots. The gurls, usually dressed in shorts, slacks or cover all's, displayed their very feminine party finery. As long missing perfumes and loose hairdos filled the decorated cafeteria the NASA olfactory and ocular senses were teased, the addition of short, swirling skirts and bouncing boobs were the coup de gras to shyness. Many a pert buttocks was parted and painted lips stretched during the twenty four hours of 'festivities.' Not a few of the crew began lament the loss of twelve months of possible debauchery. Captain Hurt, also referred to as Mother Superior by the sissies, went suspiciously missing for several times during the festivities. ---------------------- Four Years Later: The JDR was an estimated thirteen months out of the inner boundaries of the Alpha Centauri Prime and the astronomical whiz kids became extremely busy. The questions of the day were, was there a Kuiper Belt to contend with and to examine, what was with a solar system with a gas giant planet, hogging the goldie locks zone and why are there only three apparently small rocky planet's in ACP's outer solar system? Joe Hamilton and his Astro Navigation cohorts were extremely interested in the alien solar systems geography as the approach to ACP was critical in positioning the ship for optimum scientific observation. Joe was working in the AN lab on deck three that had a .38 gravity, a comfortable but, bouncy environment that diminished foot fatigue as it also contained a walk through and around holographic display of the ACP solar system. The display was equipped with the best mathematical and graphic interactions in existence. It allowed the addition of and adjustment to all of the existing known objects and new ones as they were discovered. Joe was trying explain the intricacy of entering a solar system to a semi disinterested person. Nancy looked at Joe over the table and asked, "How long have we been together? It's been four years now. Haven't you caught on, that for me, space travel is just a long boring bus ride, with better toilets." Joe immediately suppressed his enthusiasm and asked snardily "How many rolls of toilet paper did deck eight get yesterday, sweetie?" Nancy glared at Joe and responded, "No BJ's for you for two days, buster." Joe was about to respond when he was fortunately interrupted by a figure with a tray standing next to Nancy. --------- "May I join you?" asked Dr. Emil Franks. Surprised, Joe immediately proffered his hand and surgeon joined the couple. Nancy spoke first. "Welcome to the Bickerson table, Doc. This is a long overdue pleasure." Emil nodded at the mild slight and fumbling with his coffee mug, he glanced nervously at Joe and looking Nancy said, "I just can't stand it anymore." Nancy became instantly alarmed. 'A case of space trauma,' she suspected. She had seen several times on the Mars/Luna circuit. The individual becomes depressed at the boredom of months travelling in a can with no immediate relief in sight. There really wasn't a cure and the syndrome afflicted approximately ten percent of the passengers. The therapy, if you could call it that, was to engage the individual into the daily routine of the ships crew. This probably would not work with a current member of the ship's crew.' Nancy put her hand on top of Dr. Emil's and surgeon reacted curiously. "I love your nails," whispered the good doctor. Nancy smiled and knew the cure. 'What have we here,' she gloated. ----------- Dr. Frank's, instantly knew that he had been discovered as Nancy smiled and Joe gave him an odd knowing look. "You like dressing but, are afraid of how people will react, am I correct?" asked Nancy. Emil looked down at his coffee mug and replied, "I have been struggling with this since we left Earth. You are right Miss Evans, I was...am a closet crossdresser and being in close contact with so many well adjusted sissies for this interminable journey has brought me to the edge....of my sanity." "Well, we can't have insane surgeons mucking about in people's bodies, can we know?" laughed Nancy. "If you like to dress, you are certainly in the right place." Joe was sitting back watching Nancy deftly handle this most intimate of male confessions and marveling at how Nancy was handling it. Emil went on, "Yes, I have been envious of you gurls ever since I stepped foot on the JDR but, in my position as Chief Surgeon, I've had to suppress my desire to join in the 'fun", so to speak." Nancy smiled. "You have a couple of advantages here. First, there are very few second opinions available in the neighborhood. Secondly, the two Conglomerate doctors and the six nurses are all sissies and thirdly, Captain Hurt, herself is a sissy. All I can recommend is that you join the club, admission is free." Emil's shoulders lifted and he smiled, gratefully at Nancy and nodded. Nancy went on, "I have no doubts that there are other closet gurls masquerading about as NASA scientist's and technicians and having an emotional problem such as yourself, that would gladly step out of the closet. You, coming forward will benefit several other reluctant would be femme's to follow your courageous example. So finish your breakfast and then come along with me and we will try locate your alter ego." Joe, entranced by how smoothly Nancy broke down the good doctors barricade's came to a startlingly revelation, 'Sissies will conquer the universe.' ----------- Captain Natasha Hurt, ever the supreme authority on style on the JDR, hearing almost immediately about Dr. Frank's switching sides, went directly to ship's stores to oversee the transformation. As Emil had not brought along any of his feminine finery for the expedition, a new wardrobe would be required. She wouldn't miss this for the world. Arriving at the voluminous stores area, Hurt quickly followed the giggles and a came upon a large gathering of sissies gathered around a slim, naked man standing in a waterless, portable shower with two equally naked sissies, being shaved from eyebrows to toenails. Emil's nude form revealed that he had already taken the first step. A chastity tube assembly had already relinquished him of his masculinity and he was bent over, being relieved of his bung hole hair. One sissy was standing by, with the ornate, glue on boobs box, another holding a lubricant tube that would ease the passage of the chastity anchor ball into the good doctors now glistening rectum. The crowd of sissies parted as Hurt pushed her way to the edge of the shower and watched with satisfaction that the doctor was a pleasant crimson as he was being handled by the excited sissies. Dr. Frank's was mortified as his eyes followed the shapely cat suit encased legs of the bemused Captain, up to her eyes. ------------- "Welcome aboard," said the Mother Superior. "I am here to insure that your new wardrobe is suitable for you position on my ship." "Ooooh," murmured the doctor as two fingers invaded his backside and slathered lubricant into the virgin(?) orifice. This invasion was quickly followed by the small anchor ball which forced his bent tube encased penis back between his thighs. "The chastity is primarily meant to remind you that you are no longer a male member of this crew and it also prevents unsightly tenting of your clothes," remarked the Captain. "The sissies here have a lot more work to do and I want to be notified when your first clothing items are ready to wear. Emily, that will be your new first name, I will notify the head of the NASA contingent of your new status. Your duties are to remain the same but, be mindful of your cosmetics during surgical procedures. I will have our sissy doctors and nurses fill you in on appropriate surgical preparation procedures, enjoy the rest of your first day." Emily could only gulp as she moved her thighs together to more comfortably position the anchor ball in it's new home. It took only two Bensen Jumps for the entire crew to learn of Dr. Frank's defection and ten days for him to be joined by nine more NASA defectors. ------------- Jim was still wondering about the future of deep space travel as he lay next to Nancy, who was babbling on incessantly about Dr. Emily's transformation. He was envisioning a recruiting program for sissies and the consequences that it held for future space exploration. "Hon, I'm horney," breathed Nancy into his distracted ear. Jim grunted, "That sounds like a personal problem," he replied, as he fingered the key to the lock that he had installed on Nancy's chastity. Nancy kicked herself everyday after foolishly agreeing to her servitude. The locking of sissies chastity's had become common among the NASA crewmen. Although imprisoned sissy play things did not totally prevent the occasional anal infidelity, it greatly deterred it between sissies. Joe finally relented and rolled the eager sissy onto her back. Once fully embedded, Joe unlocked Nancy's chastity. With her hands dutifully placed by her head, Nancy enthusiastically responded. Occasionally, she would try and sneak a hand to massage her clit but, the ever observant Joe would merely slap it away and he would do the honors. The frustrated sissy hadn't touched her organ in four years and had a special yearning whenever she passed a urinal. ------------ Entering ACP space, a Kuiper Belt was discovered and much more crowded than that surrounding Sol. In a series of very short Bensen Jumps, the explorers approached the second most outer of the small outer planet's. A plutonium powered satellite was dispatched to orbit the planet in perpetuity and send it's collected data back to Earth, four and a half light years away. Thus began the scheduled eighteen months of investigation of the ACP system. It was the start of a busy time for the now well balanced and sexually active crew of the JDR as mystery upon mystery occupied the scientists as ACP was nothing like Sol's system. The small outer planet's were rocky, ice covered balls, repeatedly bombarded by the very cluttered space of what became called the IKB, or Inner Kuiper Belt. Comets were everywhere as were asteroids of every description. The system was a metallurgical gold mine but, way to far from the nearest market. The gas giant, twice the size of Jupiter was indeed a hungry object, devouring comets, planetoids, asteroids, small debris and gas that passed close enough to be grabbed before ACP snatched them. Alas, the gas giant itself would become a snack itself, in a couple of hundred million years and then who knows what may happen to the small rocky ice balls. ------------- Joe and his Astro Navigation compatriots were busy plotting a way home. Fortunately, Sol was that unusual solitary star and being located in the low rent district of the spiral arm it occupied was fairly easy to spot. Getting there was another matter. Getting out of ACP's messy solar system was the main concern. They had been very lucky getting into ACP's environs even with the short jumps. Joe was pondering this exit strategy dilemma while lying in bed with Nancy. Talking mostly to himself as Nancy was currently incapable of conversation, Joe decided to propose the 'safe' route. Fifty Bensen Jumps perpendicular to the axis of the ACP system and then head for home. His decision was accompanied by a timely discharge into Nancy's accomplished mouth. Coming up for air, Nancy said, "OK Mr. Smarty Pants, I'm going to ride you hard and put you away wet tonight. Nancy, still confined in her chastity, resumed her oral ministrations to quickly revive Joe. Once she had him back to suitable size, plopped her butt over his sex and removing her chastity anchor, slid onto the prize. With her hands behind her, placed on Joe's thighs, she presented her imprisoned clit for release. Joe playfully ignored her for a couple of minutes and then relented. With her clitty now free and in Joe's grasp, Nancy redoubled her efforts and attained her goal. Snuggling against her man, Nancy asked, "When do we leave for home?" "In ten days," replied Joe, "that is when the stars will align favorably." This was complete nonsense about the stars but, it coincides with a small void nearly empty of dangerous objects to jump through to escape ACP. "It will be very busy around here, getting ready to leave," said Joe. "But, once we clear the system we will have nearly four years to entertain ourselves." --------------------- It took the JDR two days to attain 'clear' space for plotting a track home. Joe's star field photo's did not include any from the particular perspective of those of the route into ACP. A determination of the near approximate point they entered the outer Kuiper Belt eighteen months ago was made and three weeks of jumps later they arrived at a point where the photo's began to match up. Joe knew that they would be considerably off course when they arrived at a point one light year from Sol but, navigation was doable from that point into the home solar system. Once the JDR cleared ACP space, Captain Hurt declared a ships party, Astro Navigation excepted. A two day bacchanal ensued as the crew relaxed from the constant strain of gathering all the data and observations that ACP would surrender in eighteen months. AN remained on duty, constantly plotting and replotting the course for home. It took nearly six months before Joe and his comrades could relax about being on a correct course to the Sol system. -------------- A year later, Joe and Nancy decided that life was passing them by, asked Captain Hurt if she would marry them. Hurt, initially surprised by the request, held off her decision for a few days and then acceded to their request. The announcement was made over the ships communication system and the date set for two weeks hence. Nancy and her underemployed ships stores detail dived into the wedding gown fabrication business and nearly as an afterthought, the bridesmaids gowns. The ships crew, ever on the lookout for a diversion, joined in preparations with enthusiasm. Along with the three sissies of the ships stores detachment three more sissies were recruited as bridesmaids for the wedding party. Among the outside recruits was Dr. Emily. The good doctor had been seduced by Captain Hurt some three years previous and had been sissified beyond redemption by the stalwart Commanding Officer. ------------ Captain Natasha Hurt, as the officiating officer had the now competent, seamstresses of ships stores design a dress 'cat suit' for her to wear at the wedding. Nylon from the unused parachutes of a landing capsule was used to fabricate Nancy's voluminous, traditionally modeled gown. Shoes were white dyed pumps of Nancy's. Trim and veil for the wedding dress were fabricated from dyed cheese cloth and the bouquet, of course from the ship arboetum's. The bridesmaids gowns were much shorter in the hem and dyed blue with gold trim. The machine shop had fabricated gold broaches in the design of the ACP system to accent the bride's and bridesmaids dresses. Upon seeing the broaches, Captain Hurt demanded one for herself. Joe, had to be satisfied with his NASA astronauts jump suit, less the broach, emphasizing his non sissy status. At the ceremony, held in the largest arboretum. Captain Hurt opened the ceremony with the phrase, "Welcome, Star Trekkers," to the groans of the assembled. END