[MingleMonster]

As Sylk slunked away, she was already plotting what to do with this Trav. With any luck she’d be able to use it on whatever Trav station signed people in here, set herself up as a guest and print a full dossier report of her own Trav complete with her age and status as a college student. Easy as pie! Then she’d be able to kick back and get her credit for this adventure while avoiding more embarrassment... If she could claim it at all what with showing up at the wrong school. She was still on one of these trips so it should count, right?

“Phew, that’s a smell.” Sylk commented as she walked into this newer room, having stealthily used the Trav to gain access without detection. She felt sort of like a cat burglar, but pushed the thought from her mind as she glanced around the room. What was all of this stuff? It still felt warm and clinical yet this room felt quite a bit more foreboding. As Sylk took her first few steps into the room, she gasped a bit and took a cautious stance when a whirring revealed something from the floor before a light was shone over her body. “What’s the deal?” She whimpered and covered herself, feeling a bit violated.

The room came to life after that which also startled the girl, not having much time to react as she was picked up under her arms, held aloft as if she were weightless. She fussed and struggled as something else scanned her from head to toe before declaring her attire ‘inappropriate’... Whatever that meant. “Hey! These are too! They’re not... Revealing or anything!” She fussed as if the machine would reason to her logic.

With some whirrs Sylk was moved up even further and deposited onto a conveyor belt of sorts, which made her whine as she was sat down. “Hey, what are you doing!?” She yelped and tries to stand up, only to end up falling down onto her bottom, supporting herself with her hands in a sort of backwards lean as she was carried along the belt...

There was a sudden jolt as the belt came to a stop, almost toppling Sylk over. Sylk was ready to get up and make a break for it but hands descended upon her with individual whirrs, grabbing at her shirt. “S-stop! What’s your deal?” She whined as she felt the hands tugging on her shirt, which after a few moments she heard the threads ripping as it simply tore it from her, ruining most of the shirt that she had fought to save. “My top!” She says as she tries to cover herself, her small bra being the only adornment left on her upper body as she hadn’t put on an undershirt today. Following that was some tugging on her pants without even trying to unbutton them, shimmying them down her legs without a care on rather or not the pants stayed in good condition...

“Stop it! Let me go, hey!” She continues to whine and try to claw away from the hands as hey stole her bottoms, leaving her with just her childish looking panties left to adorn her. Stripped to her underthings, Sylk gasped as she realized that the pants were even more important than simply covering her lower body. As the slightly damaged pants were being carried away by a pant leg, the two Travs fell out of the pocket and onto the belt behind her...