I was hungry, and apparently the quarters on this ship were not equipped with personal food replicators, so I had no choice but to leave my quarters to get something to eat. I had to use the bathroom first, and it was humiliating that I now had no choice but to sit down to pee. It sent a shock through me to see what was now 'my' pussy, and to realize what that really meant in this new world. I was determined that there was no way I was gong to allow a man to use ME like that!
When I was done and cleaned up, I found the ship's map on my data pad and figured out how to get to the galley. I was nervous stepping outside. As I walked through the corridor, there were not as many people there as I thought, and most of them were females, many of which looked as confused and frightened as I must have. The males that I passed made no effort to hide the fact that they were evaluating each woman that they passed or who passed them. I felt like an animal in a cage at the zoo! However, what was the most unsettling to me was the fact that I was now so small. I did not pass one person, male or female, who was shorter than me, and only one that seemed to be 'almost' as short as I am.
The galley was, like everything, a totally new experience. By modern standards, it was downright primitive. I had to stand in line for my food, and while there, I had to put up with some guy who kept grabbing and rubbing my ass. It was so rude! After getting what they called food, I couldn't find an empty table, so I sat down near a woman who was sitting alone. At first, neither of us spoke. I hated it though. I realized I could use some company, and a female was the safest, so I looked at her. "Hi. My name is Emily Metric"
He smiled a bit sadly, "Hello. I am Amanda Survey." So she was on one of the planetary survey teams.
I thought of that, "So, if my team finds something, your on the team to check it out?"
She shrugged, "It would seem so." Then she looked a bit frightened, "Did they do to you what they did to me?"
I sighed, "If by that you mean, did they take a male and put him in the body of a pretty girl to be breeding stock. I guess the answer is yes. But there is no way that I am going to cooperate. Colony or no colony."
She smiled at me, "That is a noble thought, but yes you will." When I continued to deny it, she just smiled a bit more and said, "Look at those men over there. Describe them to me."
I looked where she was pointing, and saw three men. "Well, they seem to be on command crew. They are all kind of cute, but the tall was is sexy. The shorter one is probably, um, probably.." I couldn't go on.
She sighed as I turned red, "Did you hear yourself? Cute, sexy, and the part you wouldn't say, yeah, he is probably well-hung. We have been programmed. When the time comes, you will say yes just as willingly as I am sure that I will. I am sure that you have already been fighting thoughts of children too. I don't know if this was done to all the women, or only some, but those bastards were thorough with the ones like us."
I gritted my teeth, "You might be right, but I will fight it anyhow. There is no way that I will let a man do that to me!"
She grinned, "I am sure you will put up a good fight." She changed the subject, "After this I was going to head to my lab. Astrometrics is just beyond Planetary Survey. Would you walk with me?"
Of course, I agreed. It felt good to have a friend of sorts.
When we walked there, taking two lifts on the way, I wondered if it would have seemed as far when I was a male and had much longer legs? I was sorry to see Amanda go, but we did exchange coms, so at least we could meet up later. Then I took a deep breath and walked into my new workplace.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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