The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 7, Steph Encounters Babs & Janet & Robyn, also Tiffany, Day 1, Section 7, Babs & Janet Award Steph: Minidress Vagflash 24x7 ¶ Oooh. Babs and Janet look at each other again. Babs has no choice in the matter. ¶ “I do have a new minidress for you.” Boss Babe states fact. “And you shall beg me for it.” ¶ “Uncross your legs, Pledge.” Janet’s interruption cuts like a knife. ¶ Steph looks to BB, observes concurrence, and uncrosses her legs and holds them together, with her thighs touching. ¶ “Ask me nicely to keep your legs apart,” Boss Babe commands. ¶ Steph stumbles, but gets it good enough. “Please let me sit so my thighs aren’t touching.” ¶ “Show me,” Boss Babe demands. ¶ “Ah, yes,” Steph deliberates casually. She is not about to readily give ground to her former Pledge. She sneaks a quick look at Janet and opens her legs just enough so that her thighs are not touching. Shadows inside. ¶ “Looks like the Cam collects the first Steph vagflash!” Robyn claps her hands. “You’re the Cosmos vagcam Pledge!” ¶ Steph tries to think as she opens her mouth. She opens and closes her mouth several times at the humiliation of exposing herself. ¶ And if there is any doubt Steph might clamp her thighs shut, well, Janet’s presence adds weight. The presence of Janet unnerves Steph. {I feel unfairly} outnumbered. ¶ Silly Pledge; she’s also outranked. ¶ Janet admires Steph. “I like your costume. Upskirt all the way up to your snatch. Everyone always wondered what your snapper looks like.” ¶ Babs solidifies her demand. “Pay attention to me. That’s how you shall keep your legs from now on. Thighs {never} touching. Legs apart, 24x7.” ¶ Steph gives Babs a cold look. The look of an ani.mal prepared to lash out. ¶ That’s right,” Babs announces. “Everyone can see up your minidress. And the Cam feeds the Prefecture.” ¶ Steph feels it necessary to object and opens her mouth, but Janet takes charge. “Don’t complain. You’ll get your chance to spread your legs really wide soon enough.” ¶ Babs presses, “Stand up. Hands behind your head. Stand spread surrender.” ¶ Steph rises carefully, thankful to terminate her shadowy upskirt. The dress she wears really is in tatters, but standing does allow the minidress to settle down to her thighs, although it still allows a tiny bit of Step’s stern to show a crease. Steph stretches herself into surrender position as the Cam caresses her silky armpits. But armpits are the least of Steph’s problems. Indeed, the hacked minidress is sufficently loose, and the armholes sufficently big, that it is not even necessary for Steph to lean forward for the Cam to survey inside her armholes, to see Steph’s sand dollars and stalks, indeed her entire chest, and feed her first titter out to the Prefecture. Maybe last Term Steph hid her breasts and nipples, but not any more. ¶ Steph knows. She feels her milk spouts grow hard. Maybe there is a way to put a stop to this. ¶ Maybe not. ¶ Ask me nicely.” Babs also knows protocol. ¶ “Ah,” Steph stammers, uncertain about what to ask, but then she remembers her number one goal. She’ll play along. She frames her request. “Ah, yes, Ma’am, I understand you’re supposed to give me a new minidress.” ¶ “And?” ¶ “And I’m supposed to sit with my thighs apart.” {That should qualify as asking nicely.} ¶ But Babs knows the time has come to subject Steph to some twist. “From now on you’ll wear whatever I give you to wear.” Babs raises the stakes. ¶ Steph doesn’t like the sound of this Game, but she responds with reluctance, “Ah, okay.” ¶ Janet interjects a correction. “Pledge,” Janet firmly addresses Steph, “it’s ‘Ma’am, yes, Ma’am,’ ‘Ma’am, no, Ma’am,’ or ‘Ma’am, I don’t understand, Ma’am.’ These are valid answers. Do you understand me, Pledge?” ¶ Steph does. “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am.” ¶ Steph opens her mouth, but Boss Babe leads with a suggestion, “Maybe you’d like to trade clothes with your Roommate?” ¶ Steph stammers uncertainly, “Trade? With Robyn here? Robyn, my Roommate from—” ¶ Robyn interrupts, “You’re not my Roommate. Not now. Not ever.” ¶ Steph frowns. {Really?} Steph recalls Babs’ comment from moment ago. {Robyn Redacted! Maybe she really doesn’t know what she did to me, so as some kind of reward she has been redacted and starts afresh?} {Except I don’t believe she has Charm.} ¶ Babs instructs, “You know, Pledge should not be asking questions, so don’t. But let me set you straight: Robyn is not your Roommate. Your bunk is right next to hers. Middle bottom. Your Roommate hasn’t arrived yet.” ¶ “She’s due in from the Nugget,” Janet augments casually. “Not sure she’ll be wearing anything at all.” Janet touches her crown jewels, protruding from the center holes of her Spiderweb halter. “But don’t worry, I’ll help BB make sure you get the best correctional training!” ¶ Steph decides silence is best for this one. She shuffles her spread feet, keeps her hands behind her head, and squares her shoulders.