Chapter 1 - New...everything

Over the next few weeks, Alex’s life evolved into a basic pattern. Food gathering, working on the campsite, jacking it to that poster. However, more and more it seemed like he wasn’t getting as hard as before. He was still horny as fuck, but his dick just wasn’t responding. At the same time, certain tasks seemed to be getting harder. It’s like he was getting weaker, even though he was still doing the exact same routine as on the ship. Maybe it was the gravity here. His hair was also starting to grow out, surprisingly soft and light compared to what it normally was. Maybe it was the strange food he was eating. The escape pod had come with a genetic sampler, so Alex could be assured that not he would eat would poison him, but still.

In the night, he would have vivid dreams about the woman from the poster. In the morning, he would wake up confused, not knowing what was real. One day, the marine decided to go back to the lake to see what sort of seafood was available. Taking off his uniform, which at this point was quiet battered, Alex looked down in shock to see that Alex’s formerly firm pecs had become soft and round, poking out like female breasts. At that moment, it also occurred to Alex that, despite being out here in the wilderness without many supplies, he hadn’t shaved in a while and his usually ferocious beard was nowhere to be found. He stood there shocked for a moment at the possibility. But no. That was impossible.

Not wanting risk taking off the rest of his suit, Alex hastily zipped it up and rushed back to camp. As he went, a crazy idea popped into his head and he went to find the pinup poster. He found the poster, and unsurprisingly, nothing has changed about it. Frantically,heI look around for something resembling a mirror. Alex looked into the slightly reflective window of the pod and gasped at what he saw. Alex’s face now much more resembled that of the girl in the picture than his own. Even his gasp sounded higher and more feminine than usual. It wasn’t like he had anyone to talk to around here, so he never heard his own voice anymore.

“What…ah….is going on?”

Alex’s voice once again sounds high and feminine.

“Maybe if I drink some water. I must be dehydrated or something.”

Taking the canteen, he went over to the stream to fill it up. Quickly, he downed the whole thing in a few quick chugs. Alex sat disconsolately around the camp site for the rest of the day, not really bothering to eat anything. As the sun set, he curled up on my improvised mattress and went to sleep. During the night, he had another vivid dream. His old self and the girl from the picture were there, both naked. They embraced, but Alex could tell neither was him until suddenly, he…she… felt a pressure between my legs. Looking up, she felt the weight of the man above her and saw her old self there, inserting his cock into, wait, that’s her vagina. And it felt really good.
With a start, Alex woke up. Instinctively, she reached up to brush the hair out of my eyes, and found a mass of long, silky brown locks there. Panicking, she stood up rapidly. Her suit, designed for a two meter tall man, sagged ludicrously on her new, much smaller frame. She unzipped it and let it fall to the ground, revealing her new body. Alex’s breasts had grown into large C-cups and her dick was completely gone, replaced by a tight vagina and a patch of fluffy pubes. She looked nearly exactly like the woman in the picture.

As I contemplated what to do next, a voice came through the pod’s communicator.

“Greetings, distressed vessel. Do you copy?”

She couldn’t believe it. She had been found after all.

“I copy. Please, my vessel is disabled on an unknown planet. Please send help.”

“Sorry, we can’t send anyone. However, we have your location and will send you directions to the nearest outpost.”

Trying not to sound too desperate, Alex thanked them, but the communicator is already dead.