"Get your naked ass in here before I taze it!" yells the police offer while you were lethargically plodding to your doom. "The judge already agreed to let you keep your fucking balls, and I know how much you testosterone-fueled lowlifes are always obsessed with that," she adds harshly. "I'd have neutered your ass and sent you to pull plows, if it'd been me."
You huff and sulk into the room, sitting down on the empty biobed with your arms crossed. It's so unfair! All you wanted to do was eat something better than cheap canned nutripellets for a change, the woman got away perfectly safe, and this was the first time you'd ever done anything wrong! (Well, other than that time you got caught embezzling from a reassignment center and got fired, but hey, it's not like they'd even pressed charges!) Now you're getting kicked out of human society for good, just to sire edible offspring and eventually be eaten yourself.
"Fuck everyone!" you think defiantly without saying a word. You're still under close guard when the doctor comes in holding a syringe.
"Good morning, sir," he says politely as though you were a volunteer who actually wanted this. "As you know, the transformation will take hold quickly and will be permanent after the serum has entered your bloodstream. Then you'll be shipped off to your new habitat and your human estate will be disposed of as quickly as possible. And rest assured--"
"Yeah, yeah, rest assured that this won't hurt a bit. I know, I used to work at one of these public sector shit-holes. I don't need the speech," you interrupt rudely.
"I see. Well, then, since you already understand everything, I guess we'll get started. Hold out your arm and this will be over before you know it."
You give the guard a look and she flashes you a stern warning using her eyebrows. You roll your eyes and hold out your arm. The needle goes in, and the pain of being injected slowly builds until the injection is over and you're left rubbing your arm. You feel lightheaded for a moment and then regain your balance and take a second to reflect on what you're turning into. The judge claimed he was being very generous by not changing your gender even though he could have. You aren't sure his right, but you do remember he's turning you into a...
...what?