Having seen enough sci-fi movies to know what typically happens when a human meets an alien queen, I fell to my knees, begging my chitinous host not to take me to his queen to be implanted with alien larvae or molested in various holes by naughty tentacles. The alien looked at me with something approaching disgust, before motioning for me to stand back up with his talons.
"Right, see, this is why I hate Hollywood," he said with what could vaguely be described as a grimace. "You're not going to be 'implanted' with anything, and the naughty tentacles only come out by request. You aren't going to be harmed in any way."
Rather relieved, I stood up and tried to salvage some measure of dignity.
"We brought you here so our queen could transplant your mind into another variety of Earth creature, and after she's done with that we'll send you back safe and sound."
Back on my knees and groveling again, I managed to ask him why exactly their queen would want to do something like that between sobs and the odd complement to the alien's lovely black carapace.
"Hey, everybody needs a hobby," was the uninspiring reply. After making that declaration, the alien grabbed me by the ear and started pulling me off into another room in the ship.
The chamber I was brought to was much larger, and in the center was a large throne. Upon the throne was seated a small, furry looking lump. I looked around vaguely, wondering where the hideously disgusting queen was. I was surprised when a voice boomed from the throne, apparently emanating from the fuzzy little blob.
"Human, I know that you have been told of why you have been brought here, and your subsequent groveling has touched the organ within me that is roughly equivalent to the human heart. As a result, I grant you this boon: You shall be allowed to choose from among the other abductees the new form that you shall take."
After a moment of thought, I turned to the alien which had brought me into the chamber and asked where the queen was and what was up with the tribble on the throne. After having the alien smack me upside the head a few dozen times, I realized that the furry blob was the alien's queen, and that I had gained at least a marginal amount of control over my situation. I was subsequently lead out of the royal chamber and into a smaller room which was filled with what appeared to be specimens collected from Earth. The alien told me to pick the one I would trade with, and after several seconds of shallow thought, I made my decision.