“I’d like to get to know the ship, sir.
If I’m to be any good to ya.”
“Yes. I tell you what. I’ll sit here
and you show me what you remember
of what I’ve already told you. We’ll go over it
until you know the controls like your own name.”
Nancy paused at that. The name didn’t come to her.
She’d be Nancy from here until the end of her life.
Bob relaxed and swigged the whisky
while she went from panel to panel pointing
and describing the functions of each;
explaining to Bob what he’d just explained
to her and going over it until she could point
and say ‘rapid-fire artillery,’ or ‘photon bombs’,
‘Greek fire release lever.’
“Come up here, girl. I’ll show the photon dart array,”
said Bob setting the bottle atop the console.
Nancy climbing over him to get to the second seat
putting her tiny *** in his face.
He again raised her petticoat but instead of pain
she felt the soft bristles of his whiskers kissing
the pink flesh. “Down there,” he said,
“do you see those switches? Those fire Photon darts.
Those are also self-targeting. Just release the switch
and away it goes to the mark. Got that?”
“Oh, yes, Master Bob,” she enthused
so losing her balance and landing with her skirt
crimped up right into his lap.
“Oh, Master Bob,” she sighed.
“I think I’m seeing you differently, childe.”
“Take me, Master Bob, Make me a woman before I die.”
Dexterously flipping Nancy    onto her back
in the curved seat, Nancy brought her knees
to her chin to leave her freshly conjured  bald
snooch completely exposed & resting her chin
on her bony knees glancing up at him
and gripping the soft slender **** cheeks
instinctively adjusting her tailbone
to allow him to enter her rear. Leaning forward
Bob kissed her full and hotly on the mouth
as she felt his paw’s soft digit
sliding past her moist ***** and she became
fully aware for the first time that she was all female.
Sixteen and a ******.
There was no turning back from that.