3 comments/ 36067 views/ 7 favorites The Cause By: desireethtttv Often I've wondered why the only thought to stir my sissy cock, some 40 years into life, is the vision of a hard, throbbing, blue veined cock arched just before my eager lips. Was it the spiked heels I pranced around the house in younger years or perhaps the love for the pale yellow slip I stole from my sister and wore secretly under my jeans and shirt while fishing? Perhaps it is due to the exposure of a black cock when I slid into his T-bird by the bus station, once he gleamed my stocking clad legs while I pretended to wait for a bus. Nonetheless, to this day, my cock twitches and produces a dabble of sweet pre-cum when I remember my earliest years of perversion. As I finger the tasty, sticky, yet smooth, clear juice emitted from my sissy clit and remember the reflections stored in memory of how sexily I looked when all dolled up. That first blue silk dress with the cowl neck, the Farrah Fawcett blonde wig, the high heels. My first dance with a man, the caresses on my silk covered bottom, arched so sexily due to the spiked heels. The tug on the arm to the men's room, the quickness he removed my panty girdle, the hardness of my cock as he wet it feverishly. All these thoughts stir the often lifeless flesh that resides between my thighs. My regret for not engulfing his throbbing member once he finished with mine, keeps me yearning for another. I can vividly see all 10 inches staring me in the face, twenty years past. I do recall the first to touch my lips, that tall black player in the long Thunderbird. The man who talked so sweet to such an innocent girl. The gentleness he displayed while he delved into my young psychic. "Had I ever sucked a cock?" he asked, as he unleashed a nice soft black cock from his trouser's crotch. Confidently, I lied and said, "Of course." Not even knowing what should come next, I lightly kissed it's head and rose to stare my first man in the eye. Who says men don't have a heart? For it was my admirer that zipped up what I was destined to love, left me with a sweet kiss and a goodbye, only to promise to find me when I was a little more experienced. Whispers amongst town, sly innuendos, harsh cuts soon told me the secret was about town of a transvestite that went down. That eve whence I dared to be the whore I longed to be, with so much bravado, did it unknowingly share my secret with all town? Or was it the bright Saturday afternoon that I boldly walked into the wig shop and got the Fawcett wig from the window? Or the very mini-dress I wore the night of my hooker strut, stolen from my girlfriend, that came up missing? Perhaps someone saw me enter the rest area bathroom a man and leave a woman. Eventually truth would escape and the motel strut in a tight mini, the highest of heels would prove to be my coming out debut. As I watched my mirrored self be so ever feminine in the reflections of the windows, I knew not that two best friends were spying me be the woman in red. If knowledge sets you free, the learning of my being a queen tv, led me to my knees. For care I threw out the window, the dome light shone all over my feminine essence. For via the highway, I'd lose my virginity. Cruising the interstates, dome light on, I teased the truckers until my nerve gave into the urge. This would be avenue to my true first. Completion, the taste of cum. The convincing of my female self. In a tight tan silken dress, cutest matching high heels, a bolo overcoat, the restrictive girdle held me flat. My march with a sluttish air right into the arms of a horny trucker. His quick forceful grab of crotch left his manly hands empty. "On the rag, Honey?" came his reply. A whimper of "Yes," was my reply with the offer for a blowjob for five. The belt unleashed, the cock released, I'd stepped into what my physic desired, the helplessness of being a slut. He forced my blonde Farrah head down the entire length of a modest 7 inches of sweaty cock. Feverishly, I worked his tool and sooner than expected was manhandled to the very base while the bone I desire, released it's wealth. Cum streamed from my mouth, I knew not to swallow and showed my virginity by spitting what I've come to savor. A declaration that my man wouldn't be good for a week and the reward of a five, I kissed him goodbye and strutted myself into my future. A future of many more truckers, glory holes, paid stallions, gay bars. A hundred wigs, a thousand pairs of hose, heels galore. Tight skirts, silicone tits, many trips to the wig parlor, the makeup counters, thousands of untold dollars spent to attract what I dearly desired. Attention from men, snickers from women, whispers behind my back. Unwillingly, my straight raising would rear it's head from time to time. Purging would be next, the dating of women, normalcy. Perhaps a year would pass, maybe two. What would trigger it, I haven't a clue. A shopping trip to the mall, the site of a well dressed woman, the touch of a silk dress, the glance at the makeup counter, the fluff of a new blonde wig, a new perfume, or more than likely, the find of the highest of heels. Whatever the cause, the longing would return. A new quest for a feminine wardrobe would begin. As if taking turns, one adventure would be in the finest of silk, the classiest of women would be my desire. Others, a slut would be my goal. The shortest of leather skirts, the see through blouse, the whorish makeup. Whichever class of woman I chose, a cock between my painted lips was my desire. Each episode brought experience, my eyes spoke female while my voice deepened. My legs and hips swished femdom, while my beard thickened. Which direction would I take, which sex would end up with my soul? While my lips had caressed many a man, my pussy had yet been stretched. A cool winter's eve while dressed as a slut, I cruised the peep shows. The size and meanness of a black man's spirit, once I'd failed to produce cum orally, transformed me from virgin to raped slut that night. In a sticky peep show booth, I was forced to bend for a good fucking. Told to grab my ankles, I submissively did just that and felt the pressure upon what I'd only fantasized entry upon. No lubrication, no gentleness, no prelude, only pounding and the slap of thigh against my white upright ass moistened my virgin lips of love. The cum stains on my dress told me he'd achieved relief. Yet my inner self was only wet with blood. I yet yearned for the sweet warmth of cum. Disheveled and clearly a freshly fucked queen, I declined a train from some admiring white men upon my hasty departure. I should have stayed, for a train is yet an unfilled fantasy. My soreness kept me from seeking more of the same. On my knees was my favorite place to be. Time passed, cocks came and I swallowed. Soon though, surely inevitable, another rape was destined for Desiree, the now hot to trot transvestite. Much the same, a tight booth, a forceful white redneck, a long arched bent cock nearly brought my first orgasm as a woman might experience. Yet his abrupt stop, squelched the process. Funny, of all the cocks, his arched and perfectly bent tool for submissive sluts stand out in my feminine memories as one I'd like to taste again. Not so comfortable thrust against the back of the throat but it was pure heaven in the tight ass I longed to be a ever ready love canal for men. Cocks to remember, I wonder if real girls do the same? How many were memorable? How many were worthy of a repeat visit? These I have permanently etched into my mind. My first, the begging long cock in the gay bar men's room. How it throbbed up and down as he urged me to suck it. I never looked so good as I did that night. Constantly surrounded by horny men, all the night. Oh, what I'd give to be young again. Yet, I still long for his cum. The perfectly shaped foot long cock on an equally handsome man, that picked me up at the adult book store, as I teased the passerby's with my see through chiffon boy shorts . His fat 12 inches so hard, so delectable, yet too fat for a smooth action blowjob. His admission wives had paid him to capture husbands sucking cock often has me in fantasy. Had mine done the same? How I'd love to see a photo of my lips caressing that massive head. Was it his wife that often called asking for Desiree? His meat impressed me so much that it was the only man I shared my home phone number. I wish he would call and ask for Desiree tonight. Yes, I'd married, to a knowing girl. During one of the purge periods I'd fell in love, mostly due to a courtship I instigated due to me overhearing she loved female impersonators. Little did I know, her love for the professional did not translate to transvestites and cock sucking drag queens. Confession to my cross dressing desires led to an evening of dress just for her. Criticism that my style was too drab deepened the desire to become sexier. All was well, however, all she did was giggle and tease. Even a gift with a subtle hint of truth of my true sexuality, a large lifelike dildo prior to the I dos, did not tell me of her future prudish ways. A clear display of gay ways, I eagerly knelt, dressed as male and swallowed a good five inches of the rubbery cock with begs to be fucked by her, she still married me. Her quote was, "Well, there could be worse." Participation was few and far between, once married. She did go out one Halloween with me all dolled up and offered the opportunity to get a man, but I chickened out. Too much truth in one evening, I suppose. As far as she has delved into my perversion was a good butt fucking with the end of a hairbrush, even though the lifelike dong was ready in the dresser drawer. My begs for deeper and faster seemed to intrigue her curiosity, as she teased me telling me to beg for more. Fearing discovery of my true longings for the male sex, I abruptly faked reluctance. I suppose it is my passion for clothes, jewelry, perfume, makeup and those ever sexy spiked high heels that make her jealous. I catch nothing but sarcasm and taunts of my desire for cock. The rack of spiked heels, the long blonde wigs, the jewelry, my skill at transforming from male to female is a bit much, I suppose. Yet, we remain wife and transvestite whore. Late nights working offered opportunities for dressing and my never ceasing search to kneel. Quick transformations weren't enough, thus weekends in motels. A woman 24/7, shopping, makeup, dancing, strutting, became my only outlet. Work changed and the opportunity to work from home came to be. Day in, day out, least until the wife came home, were spent as Desiree. Soon as she departed, my ritual would begin. A clean shower, freshly shaved legs, an hour at the makeup table, the tuck of cock and balls followed by sheer snug pantyhose. A corset strung tight, silicone tits in a sheer bra, then the selection of a dress. Usually silk and classy, however, the slut would come to play and it would be a barely there mini skirts and those to die for angora sweaters. The crème de la crème is always the freshly painted two inch dragon lady nails. A wonderful day would be spent as the woman I desired to be. Nails clicking on the keyboard, earrings dangling as I talked on the phone. Often times sex would overcome my mind and out would come the dildo replica's of porn's favorites. Sean Michaels being my particular weakness, but there were so many. All fat and long, with veins so lifelike, heads so pronounced. I always saved the squirting model for last, previously filled with my own sweet cum. Carefully placed on the table I would watch my blowjob and judge my skills of swallowing via the mirrors of truth on every side. From cock to cock I would suck until my pussy ached for action, then down would slide the hose and a careful squat upon the cock of the day would remind me of my vulnerability, my sissy dom. Only once did I get caught in the act. Cocks painted with hot pink lipstick imprints clearly spoke of my wishes and wants. Huge, ass splitting instruments of manhood poised on the edge of my desk, clearly said I sat on each and every one. Shock and awe would put it mildly as she thrust Sean's big black cock in my face and called me a queer and a sissy. My cock tingled at the verbal abuse. Humiliation has always played a strong role in my desires. Readily made as a man, too big I suppose to pass in my later years, I found myself always in search of the perfect place filled with real women to strut my stuff. I love the giggles, the shouts of go girl or love those heels. I never shy from the truth when buying clothes or hose. They are for me, I am one of those helpless men that wishes to be a woman. I love the sly knowing smiles I get from the salesladies. Verbal and physical humiliation from a man is always good too. To be told how much I love that black cock between my lips or to be face slapped by a hard sword of love always makes me feel the helpless slut I long to be. More memorable cocks. A tall blonde gay stud with an 11 inch boner, a young black man with a 10 inched sword, another paid for black man with a coke bottle thick cock. Fantasy exploits came to life. The most memorable being the role of a blonde girlfriend giving head as we cruised the highways. Anticipation of passing truckers or model like women would heighten the feverish pitch. Side mirrors purposely poised for all passerby's to gleam at the hot blonde sliding her pink painted lips up and down on the black rod. Ah, what an experience to retire on, you think? True, 'twas my last but will it forever be? Age and size has come into play and my dressing dwindled. My love for the silk still remains, my desire to swallow still sulks in the corner of my mind, yet I refrain. As my dragon lady nails stroke my sissy clit, it is only the memories of all the dresses, all the men that stir my soul. The occasional six inch heels still arrive at the door, the temptation for cock remains prevalent. Will I ever return to full glory? Will I ever learn the cause? I think not, the days for glory are past, yet the desire remains. All it will take is a dangling cock bobbed my way and I will again kneel as a good slut would. The Cause AN: For your enjoyment. This is an original piece of work, so please don't hesitate to leave feedback, positive or negative. Thank you!! -MS ****** She did not know what to expect. Her interspecies relations class gave her a foundation to work with, but she never encountered any alien firsthand. Yet here she was, on a space ship whose course was set to the distant planet, Zulraius. It was the seventh lunar day of the eight day journey and Summer was a ball of anxiety. Her research notes and the tiny bar in her cramped quarters were her constant companions. She only ventured out for meals and only socialized with the other female that was present for the assignment. Twelve of Earth's scientists were allocated to this particular mission. They were the best in their field and hoped their efforts would forge a more concrete alliance between Earth and Zulraius. Their assistance with The Cause was sure to allow for shared resources and technology that was most desired. Zulraians were a very technologically advanced race of humanoids and were wary of all outsiders. First contact was made by Humans and met with stilted curiosity and contained hostility. Once it was determined that Humans were not a threat, the Zulraians accepted a conditional alliance with Earth that was most beneficial to their own society. Earth was amazed at the technology Zulraians possessed and was only able to persuade a fraction of it to be shared. After initial contact 200 years ago, Earth progressed by leaps and bounds. The small fraction of technology shared enabled poverty and famine to become close to nonexistent. National resources flourished and endangered species received reprieve. The Space and Science Academy was created due to advancements in technology. It educated those interested in careers in extraterrestrial study. It groomed others to prepare for a life amongst the stars and it enabled those with exceptional mental prowess to research without bounds. Summer Evans was a prestigious alumnus of the Academy and was individually nominated to join The Cause. When notified that her skillset was needed to assist with interspecies relations across the galaxy, she was extremely hesitant to join. Summer never saw herself amongst the stars. She was perfectly content with conducting local research experiments. Her main project dealt with extending humanoid life expectancy while combating disease resulting from hereditary, congenital and environment influences. Her independent research was groundbreaking and made Summer Evans an indispensable candidate for The Cause project. Zulraians although peaceful considered themselves superior to all others. Their relentless scientific advancements placed serious strain on their society. There was a significant separation between social classes and sexes. Male children were highly favored. For generations many couples would conceive through In Vitro to ensure the birth of a male child. Their mental capability was determined centuries before to be far superior to their female counterpart. Male Zulraians had an eidetic memory whereas females did not. Summer reviewed her notes again to determine the best course of action for the situation. All twelve scientists were briefed in detail about the severity of the situation. Many of them were in disbelief that the Zulraians let the issue progress to this point. The entire planet of Zulraius had a population of approximately five billion. Females only made up 15 thousand of the total. Healthy females without any defects and able to birth future generations were few and far between. Zulraians were essentially an endangered species. "Cause and effect," Mindy stated, pouring herself another thumb of rum. She was a fellow scientist, her specialty being genetics. "Who would have thought that those damn aliens would need our help?" She shook her head before draining her shot glass. "I keep reviewing the notes sent to me by their top scientist and I am in total shock. These people –" "Aliens." "Ok, aliens have no original thought processes! It took them centuries to come to the conclusions that they were destroying their own species." Summer was exasperated. She knew that this project was going to take time, but she was coming into the realization that it may take her entire lifetime to see positive results. Hopefully their technology along with the minds of her colleges could lessen the years spent on this project. "The only reason why I agreed to come is so that I could have the opportunity to work with their advanced technology." "I was coerced into coming. They threatened to cut funding to my research if I didn't lend my brain to The Cause." "How cruel." "I know. I'm 27 with no social life. No real ties to anyone. I have no siblings and was raised by my grandparents who are now long gone. All I had was my research." Summer was sitting across from Mindy at the small bar in her room. They had gotten together to review notes before the end briefing. The shuttle was a few hours from Zulraius' orbit. Zulraius High Command thought it prudent to brief the crew at the end of their journey as opposed to the beginning of it. "What do you think that these aliens have to say to us?" "I really don't know," Summer got up from her seat to put on her boots. "Maybe they want to scold the crew for bringing females along. I was told that the initial agreement was to send twelve male scientists. They didn't want any females to come." Mindy made a face. No love was lost there. "What a bunch of sexist SOBs." The two made their way to the conference room. The ship was compact and ergonomic, so little space was wasted. Therefore, the hallways were narrow - which only allowed one person to room to move through the corridors, walls shoulder to shoulder. They were the first two to arrive at the conference room. Surprisingly, it was the biggest room on the ship. The chairs were large and comfortable and sitting in the middle of the room was a long oval table. "Aha! I found it." Mindy lifted a wine bottle and two glasses. "It's nice and cool, too." "Have you ever thought that you may have a problem?" "Girl, I need all the alcohol I can get." "You're going to have a serious hangover mixing spirits. You just got done drinking a third of my prized Jamaican rum," She stated, motioning Mindy to stop pouring. "I only need a little bit to nurse my nerves." Summer sipped her glass as the other scientist started to enter the room. They were the best minds Earth could spare. Summer knew that Mindy didn't bother introducing herself to any of the others, but she did. She didn't remember everyone's name, but she made sure to be cordial. There was a possibility that they would be the only humans in direct contact for years to come. That thought alone was daunting. "What do you suspect they need to brief us on?" Someone to her left asked. Summer turned towards the voice and instantly recognized him as Chein; a scientist from China whose specialty was xenogeneic and interspecies reproduction. He appeared to be in his mid-40s and completed several tours on other projects in the past. No one answered, so he continued. "In my previous experience with extraterrestrials, concern has been expressed regarding our extracurricular activities. They probably want to keep us secluded from the general population and definitely do not want us mating with their own." Mindy snorted, quickly covering it by stating. "Have you seen them? There is no way in hell would I mate with one!" Mindy looked across the table at one of the younger scientist, close to our age. "You on the other hand..." She winked at him. "I don't think we have anything to worry about Mindy. According to the notes sent to us, the regular lower class Zulraian has never seen a female. This briefing will probably center on advising our male counterparts on staying out of heavily populated areas and carefully guarding their asses." Mindy laughed outright while several other scientists chuckled. One or two looked sick. "Personally, Zulraians are the only extraterrestrial humanoids that we encountered that actually look like humans." Someone stated, Summer couldn't remember his name. "They have two arms, two legs; ten fingers and toes. The only obvious difference that they display is their height and various skin... designs." "Yeah okay, don't forget their fangs and claws. You would never catch me in bed with one of those things." "Never say never," Another person interjected, he appeared excited about their current conversation. "You hear that Mindy?" Summer joked, feeling a little loose. Blame it on the alcohol. "'Never say never'. I have been reviewing the hell out of my notes and have come to several conclusions about this cause. In order to preserve this species we'll have to gather all the females of mating age, no matter their defect and extract DNA from them. Engineer it to kingdom come until it's healthy then create test tube Zulraians. Or..." "Don't say what I think that you're gonna say." Mindy moaned, covering her face with her hands. "As a matter of fact, you don't even have to say it. I'll say it. I've also reviewed the notes sent to us." She gathered her flaming red hair to the top her head and secured it. She then pulled her glasses from her coveralls and connected her tablet to the digitized screen above the conference table. The digitized screen was a brilliant item of technology gathered from the Zulraians. The screen was omnidirectional and had to ability to tailor its direction to every pair of eyes viewing it. "I have uploaded a strand of DNA from Humans and a strand from Zulraians. Can anyone guess which one is which?" Several mouths opened to reply. "Anyone besides the geneticists in the room?" There was a few seconds of silence before Mindy continued. "Both strands of DNA are double helix in structure. Both have the same bases which are adenine, guanine, cytosine, and thymine. The sequencing between the two is so similar that when I first encountered it, I really had a difficult time differentiating between the two... That made me very uneasy. There are very few differences in DNA between Zulraians and Humans. As a matter of fact, Zulraians are more genetically comparable with Humans than chimpanzees." Mindy paused, taking her glasses off and pinching her nose. "Don't ask me how this happened." There was a pregnant silence after Mindy's proclamation. Summer decided to finish her previous statement. "Or Zulraians could mate with human females. Any offspring from the union would of course be carefully monitored for any defects. Anatomy between both species are similar. Males have penises that are flaccid when dormant and become engorged with blood with aroused. Females have vaginas that expand to accommodate when aroused. The only difference is that Zulraian female vaginas do not self-lubricate. Their interior vaginal cavity is composed of several layers of hard membrane. This evolutionary breakthrough developed because..." "Zulraians are known for destroying vaginas?" A young scientist interjected. The room erupted in brief laughter. The young scientist that interrupted stood up to continue. "Sorry to interrupt, but we have the streamline this briefing. My name is Adam Reiss and I have studied Zulraians for the majority of my life. I've visited the planet on numerous occasions. They are a very proud race of beings and for them to ask for assistance, is almost unheard of. I was given the task as intermediary for both sides. I will be directing the briefing once Gneim from High Command comes online." He made a move to the front of the conference room and dimmed the lights. "The Cause has been an issue for Zulraians for many generations. The devastating effect on their society due to their rigorous genetic engineering program has gone unchecked for a very long time. Unfortunately, many of their top scientists have been unable to successfully resolve this matter. "Our assistance was requested grudgedly. Their initial requirement was for an all-male research team, to lend individual expertize to the project." Summer had her attention solely on Adam, but she could feel Mindy scowling. "But we have been able to convince them of the brilliance that could be added to this project if they allow females on board. Now don't get offended by what I've said Dr. O'Malley. High Command has reviewed your work as well as everyone else's and they made the final decision on who should be able to assist in The Cause. "I'm not at liberty to discuss the intricacies of Zulraian culture, but I can say that they had good reason for making an all-male request. Fortunately, Gneim can expound on that matter." He made several motions to bring the Zulraian in question on screen above the conference table. The screen flickered a few times before a Zulraian appeared. As with many of the race, his age was difficult to determine. To the human eye, he appeared to be mid to late 30's, but the race could live for up to two centuries. His dark hair was worn long and pulled into a queue. His facial features were austere and he had a sharp jaw line. He was classically handsome and strikingly human. "Greetings," He began in a slightly accented voice. "I am General Gneim of High Command. Your presence and assistance with The Cause is most appreciated. I am sure that you have been briefed about the matter in which you are here. I intend to inform you about Zulraian culture. "We are a homogeneous race. The way of life exhibited in the northern hemisphere of our planet, will be exhibited on the southern hemisphere of our planet and so on. We have keen eyesight, hearing and sense of smell. Males of our species are known to react strongly to certain scents. "Upon first contact with your species, a single female was present. Her arrival on planet caused an uproar. Outwardly, humans had little awareness as to the dilemma the female created. It is said that her scent was beyond alluring and her features highly coveted. She was eventually taken by an Admiral in High Command. He mated her and she bore many offspring, all healthy females." Many people gasped and several swore. "Why hasn't this story been publicized?" Chien asked. "Your population worries could have been solved a while ago." "As stated before, we are a homogeneous race. We are also very proud. Outworlders, no matter how genetically close, will always be viewed as 'other'. Our race is set in its ways and very stubborn. Change doesn't come easy. Admitting that we need to change is even more difficult." Summer sat in bewilderment. Although she never came in contact with one, she always viewed Zulraians as asexual nerds. To hear that they were ruled by their senses was astonishing. "Then why are you so forthright? You say that Zulraians are full of pride and yet you humble yourself and speak of your races faults." General Gneim tilted his head and regarded Summer. His eyes glinted before he replied. "I am related to the human and find myself able to admit certain characteristics my fellow constitutes cannot. "You have been brought here to assist us with our dilemma and in exchange we will share resources with your planet." He turned towards Summer. "I am aware of your research and will insure that you receive several entities high in antioxidant properties to help further your studies. "There has been an serum created that dampens our senses. This serum will be used by all who come in contact with the human scientist. Quarters have been designated for everyone. The two females will be housed in a secluded area, away from frequent activity. It is advised that an escort be with the females at all times. We have attempted to circumvent all unpleasant activity, but there is still a threat that remains. Please be vigilant in every situation." The brief continued. Safety precautions were highlighted and maps of the compound were downloaded onto each tablet. Names and profiles of the 20 Zulraian scientists assigned to The Cause were also downloaded. Summer's anxiety multiplied tenfold. The warnings given to the group were only warnings for the females. It appeared that the men were free to explore the compound at leisure. They needed no bodyguards and had no curfew. They could even go into town and sight see. Whereas the females were secluded to their rooms, which were connected and had to call for security whenever they decided to leave their quarters. 'How convenient," Summer thought. 'That they wait to the end briefing to disclose all the pertinent information.' The ship was in orbit around Zulraius, so shuttles were sent to retrieve the human scientist. Summer headed to her cabin to collect her belongings before departure. She met up with Mindy at the shuttle bay. "Bastards!" Mindy gripped. "Sneaky bastards. I would have never come if I knew that those aliens had a human female fetish." Summer nodded her head in agreement. The two shuttles that were sent appeared modernly futuristic in design. They were white and seamless. They appeared inconspicuous, without an apparent opening and no obvious windows. When the scientist got closer to the shuttles, doors suddenly appeared. "The gravity of this situation is just starting to hit me. These people have been on the cutting edge of technology for centuries!" Summer turned, wide eyed to Mindy. "How can we possibly assist them with their problem?" The shuttle was silent for a few moments. They had just left the space ship and were making their way to the planet's surface. Chein sat to Summer's left. He regarded her briefly before for replying. "From my understanding, they have an eidetic memory. At least the males do. That doesn't necessarily mean that they are geniuses. Without original thought, photographic memory is almost useless." Summer nodded, absently before looking out the window. She wasn't sure how Zulraian technology operated, but she was very impressed. The shuttle gave the impression of no windows, but inside a window covered the entire top portion of the craft. Looking towards the front of the craft, it was obvious that it was self-piloted. Summer assumed that their destination coordinates where preset. The landscape that she observed was breathtaking. The sun had just risen, so everything appeared in shadow. Mist surrounded trees and buildings alike and the morning bustle of workers was present. The time between their initial departure and their subsequent landing seemed very short. If Summer had to guess, she would say that the ride took approximately 20 minutes. The shuttle landed without any turbulence. "Look we have a welcoming party," Mindy motioned to the scene outside the window. A group of male Zulraians were standing near the landing pad. All wore loose dark clothing. Upon closer inspection, Summer noted that they were probably the group of 20 that were to assist with the project. The door to the shuttle opened and Summer grabbed Mindy's hand, "here we go."