A Measure

'There is one hope...' Samantha thought to herself. She rushed back to the screens that were meant for help. Samantha wasn't an expert when it came to dealing with modern AI, but she remembered that Tiffany was. Her sister used to boast to their parents that she could make computers do anything she wanted. Samantha couldn't miss this trip, and she wouldn't normally ask her sister to manipulate the AI, but **** times were officially calling, and Samantha only had one **** measure in mind.

The help screens were easy enough to navigate, but the command she was looking for was uncommon to be used and thus not on the main screen. Being ever vigilant and protective of her sister, Samantha had done some research, and was able remember she could submit a request for a person on the flight. She didn't expect to ever use it, and thought it was just a safety measure to remember...but here she was.

"Request understood. Fetching Tiffany Smith." Fetching...Samantha shuddered at the thought, and hoped Tiffany could get them out of this petgirl story.

Tiffany soon appeared, angrily being dragged by some sort of security robot. An announcement went out confirming their flight was temporarily delayed; Samantha felt bad, but she was getting ****.

"What?! What is the problem?!" Tiffany growled, freed from the security robot's grasp. Samantha was stunned, she had never seen Tiffany so angry. To be mad in her direction as well felt quite off too. The robot stood by and watched, ready for the returning escort job.

"I-I'm sorry, sis, it's just..." Samantha trailed off, a bit too thrown off to speak.

Tiffany, realizing her anger could screw things up even further, calmed down. "Sorry, I'm just irritated from the robot dragging me around. Now tell me what's wrong."

Samantha explained what the machine wanted. She was on the verge of tears.

Tiffany paid attention to what her sister said. She was on the verge of exploding.

All that kept Tiffany in check was the promise this situation was granting. For years Tiffany imagined this scenario, the petgirl sister to use and play with as she saw fit. She knew Samantha would love it; granted, she never showed an interest in petgirl play, and definitely not in women, but Tiffany discovered a lot of kinky thoughts in Samantha's journal, Internet history, choice in men...

"Tiffany?"

"Huh?" Tiffany said, disappointed at the return of reality.

"I said I can't do it. No one can do it. No one would ever be brave enough to...strip naked and be a pet..."

"It's fine!" Tiffany said. She held her sister by the shoulder and walked her closer to the automated pet carrier. "People love to be naked in public nowadays. More places are legalizing it all the time."

Samantha shook her head. "Even if that's true, I don't believe it's a good idea. We're going on vacation to have fun, not...embarrass ourselves."

Tiffany pushed her point further. "Look, **** times call for **** measures sister. We both saved up for this for a long time. Your role as a paralegal pays well enough, but you get overworked. My time as a programming consultant is grueling, and you know how badly I need this vacation to destress."

'Not true, of course,' Tiffany thought to herself, but it didn't matter how easy and well-paying her job was. None of it was bringing her fantasies to life. Not until now. Her sister was going on this vacation, and there would be a naked pet, she was determined to make it happen. She just had to play to her sister's weakness.

"I know how scared you are, but this is a good thing! People need to show they're open minded, and doing this will prove that you are! Not to mention denying it would be like denying a nudist their right to express themselves. Can you really say you'd give up an opportunity to help public nudity become legalized, to help nudists and naturists the world over be given their freedom of expression...just because you're afraid to show yourself off?"

Samantha was leery on this. She DID want to help people, and helping people gain their freedom of expression was definitely a good thing...but her sister was never interested in politics before this.

Tiffany read her face, and realize she may have overstepped herself. Samantha sighed and said, "Sis, look, I do want to help, but...I don't have the courage for that. You might, you are the bravest person I know after all, but I don't think even you're brave enough for this. I always look to you for guidance...and if I can't imagine you doing it, then I know I'd never be able to."

Tiffany had spent too much time planning for this. Not just the trip itself, but the goal of humiliating her sister. She had spent years waiting for the moment she could **** her sister into a naked situation. Many nights Tiffany had gone with little sleep, and not just for fantasizing. She studied how modern AI worked, educated herself in psychology, exceled in researching people and their eccentricities, and learned how to become a master manipulator. All for this upcoming moment.

'But I'm not obsessed. I'm determined. I've waited too long to allow everything to fall apart.'

As much as Tiffany wanted to just shout at her sister to play her part in this role she knew nothing of, Tiffany knew that would ruin everything. If she wanted her dreams to become a reality, she had to acquiesce to Samantha. "Alright, sis, I'll prove it's fine."