by Brnin8r » Wed Feb 08, 2012 5:36 pm
(So I hate computers...with an unrelenting hatred that ought to have blotted out the sun by now...)
The girl who had asked the question laughed a bit, though a confused look came on her face as Sean mentioned the Hole House. As she tucked a stray piece of brown hair behind her ear she looked to her comrades, who each had an equally confused face. Their only reply to her was a shrug, "Well in any case, it's good to have boys that actually surrender. Helps the war effort that much more." she said with a confident smirk, attempting to avoid the elephant-in-the-room sized question all the girls suddenly had on their minds.
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It took a few seconds longer than necessary, but soon the door opened to reveal a cutely dressed nurse. A short-cropped pixie cut hairdo topped her head, doing little to hide her brown eyes. Her uniform was a white v-neck jacket that hid a purple blouse, her skirt the same white color barely reached the girls knees, "Welcome girls." her cheerful expression shifted a bit as she saw Jaina. "Are you here to see the doctor?" she said ushering the girls into the waiting room with her hand, "Just wait here and I'll get you in." she moved quickly behind the service desk and disappeared into the back room.
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As Alex walked around the complex, the tower was slowly bustling. Sentries on each floor, girls out doing drills, and others who were obviously off-duty hanging out with each other for a day of well-needed fun. A hissing whir opened a large garage door near the back where several vehicles, packed brimming with girls, were launching out into the city; no doubt to find more resources to establish their new headquarters. That or the front foyer would be the best way to enter.
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The silk-sewn bra and thong carefull cupped Damian's breastforms, though the strap's softness caressed the boy's shoulders and back. The thong did the same. It was actually a scientific marvel how well the special operative's body was hidden by the engineered prosthesis designed to make him look like a blossoming woman. The negligie came next; lace and silk too covered the rest of him, save his long, feminine legs and arms. The lingerie felt...awkwardly comfortable. He felt completely free to move and yet, each movement invited that smooth, pleasing softness. Was this what girls looked forward to on these slumber parties?
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"Uuuh...yeah!" Alyse's voice rang from the door, some shuffling could be heard before she opened the door with a smile, "Hey there Julie. Come on in." she said, "Though we may want to hurry. Alice," she couldn't help but smirk a bit, "Is out wandering by herself. I thought it best she not be seen with me ALL the time. Otherwise people might start asking questions." she sat on the rudimentary bed, patting the seat next to her to invite Julie in.
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The sounds of fighting were getting louder in the darkness. Erik could now see a few bodies scattered just outside the GoSports! store. It was clear that the store wasn't very deep and that the girls had worked their quarry into a corner. It would only be a matter of time before the girls won out!
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"All right, Isaac. We're losing ground every second." the captain said, looking more and more annoyed as the conversation had continued. Without another word he was gone. -TRANSMISSION ENDED- the computer screen read. The moment was silent until a familiar beeping filled the room. "He's an ass. What are you going to make?" Wendel stood quietly, filling his mouth with the rest of his sandwich.
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The unit Micheal confronted lowered their guns against the captain's orders. "Sir, we can't fire on a spec ops. He might be doing something important. It could turn the battle." one of the boys whispered. The captain grimaced, "Very well...carry on." the boy called back, his voice obviously regretted what he was saying, though he couldn't say why. The nearby explosions rallied the boys back to action, the lot of them ignoring Micheal now and taking cover.
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