for a while that Jo-Anne might be discovered. She wasn't though, and the tests proved to be of little value when many of the so-called normal students came back from their three month tour of space in a state of nervous breakdown. The three months flight had gone smoothly for Joe since he was never alone as long as Jo-Anne was around and she never left him. When things got boring in space he merely started to look at things from a woman's point of view and this helped to pass the time. He had to admit that the time in space had done wonders for her appearance as she had plenty of time to practice new make-up techniques and she was more lady-like than ever in the artificial gravity field of the ship. Her hair had grown long during the flight and was adorned with ribbons and properly cared for every night. In another six months the locks would have to be cut, but that was a long way off so Jo enjoyed them while she could.

She didn't have much of a wardrobe, wardrobe, but under the circumstances she was quite pleased with her situation. She was every inch a lady from her gold sandals to the top of her hair-do, and quite a stylish one at that. The outfit that she wore was all the rage among the girls back home and Joe laughed to recall that the gossamer lingerie was actually a commercial adaptation of a material that had been initially designed for the space pilots. A simple rinse in a chemical solution and the clothing was clean, fresh and ready to wear again. Naturally, the girls at home had loved the fabric at once and his bra, panties, slip and dress were all made of it.

The computer began to output the navigational data for the next hop of the patrol and Joe revelled in the sensation that his. skirt made against his stockings as he reached for the new information when suddenly all hell broke loose!!!

The alarm systems clamored frantically indicating the approach of another ship which could only mean one thing.... the aliens had been found. Years of training at the Academy resulted in an immediate reflex reaction in Joe and he slammed a lever forward throwing the ship into interstellar drive. The procedure now was automatic and the hundreds of hours of practice on flight simulators was paying off. A note of regret crossed his mind as he realized that he would have to head for home to report the location of the encounter so that a massive

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