"Okay, what the hell, I'll do it," said John. "I suppose it's better than rotting in this prison camp, or more likely than not being executed."
Before you can say how relieved you are to hear that, yet again you find yourself dumped on the floor in Grendy's ship. "Well that one took you a bit," she says. "Anyway, let's see, where to next...?"
"Wait!" you shout. "I really need a break from this. I feel like I'm completely losing my mind and sense of identity here."
"Yeah I noticed that," Grendy replies. "Honestly it's been making my job a whole lot easier. I'd figure being male originally you'd have more hangups about all the seduction. Anyway, moving along..."
"No no wait stop please!" you beg. "I really just... need to spend some time as a man. Think of it this way! It'll help me reconnect with those universal masculine urges and... and I can use that to get people on board more efficiently!"
Grendy stops and thinks for a moment, checking some logs, the ship's fuel levels, the rest of the planets she meant to hit. "OK, hang on. If I change the route a bit, I can dump you somewhere for your break, drop off the ones we have in the cells here, refuel, and pick you back up. Let me just find the right sort of planet... oh there's one. Yeah, I was actually gonna skip it because of the one problem with the males, but this'll work out perfect."
"What problem is tha-?" you start to ask, when you're suddenly surrounded by the old familiar smoke cloud. You wave it away from your face with a big meaty hand. Which, on inspection, is connected to a big beefy arm, which joins right up with a torso that DOESN'T have a giant pair of breasts on it! Or even a smaller set! Glancing down a little further, it seems you're a man again! And wow, WHAT a man!
Taking stock of your latest body and surroundings, you kind of seem to be a big purple gorilla or something for the most part. Short stubby legs with fingers instead of toes, big massive arms, and a bulge between your legs tenting out the little green pair of shorts you're wearing so bad you have to wonder how the guy this body was copied from got it in there.
Not seeing anyone around, and really having missed this sort of equipment, you yank those shorts down and go to town with it. You just start fantasizing about all the sexy women whose bodies you've been in (is that weird? It's a little weird right? But they WERE all really hot) and after the first couple times you get yourself off, you even get a little freaky and try rubbing one out with those little hand feet. The angle's awkward, but it's certainly novel if nothing else.
After a bit of that, you find yourself pretty thirsty, so with a bit of effort you pull your tiny shorts back on and go exploring. Seems like you're in a jungle. Lots of trees and ferns with pink leaves, not much for apparent civilization, although you figure there must be something because your little shorts and baseball cap had to have been manufactured somewhere. Eventually though you find a nice fresh spring for a drink, and then you smell something in the air that really starts to drive you wild. Heading off to investigate, you hear a lot of sexy moaning too, and eventually come across a clearing with three very very horny purple gorilla women just sort of writhing around on the ground.
Your head gets pretty fuzzy from all the musk in the air and the dehydration, but after asking if they need any help with that, one of them tackles you, and you spend a good several hours switching around between them having truly amazing rough primal animalistic sex. It really does make you feel like a tough manly man, and goes a long long way towards making you forget all these wacky adventures where you very much weren't.
Eventually the four of you wind up collapsed on the ground all panting and sweaty, and as you catch your breath, you head a loud thump, like someone dropped a hefty log on the ground between your knees.
"Thanks a ton stranger," one of the gorilla women says. "It's always brutal going into heat, and it caught us all off guard. See we were planning to meet up here with our friend Frinthia, who was all set to go male today, but her car broke down on the way out here, so, I guess she probably had plenty of fun with the tow truck driver, but we've been going crazy out here... hey do you want some juice? You have to be all kinds of dehydrated after that.
You nod, and stagger to your feet, still a bit curious about what that thump was. Looking around, you come upon the rather unpleasant sight of what a quick feel between your legs confirms is the withered and detached remains of that impressive slab of meat that you'd just been having such a good time with. Your alarm is clearly obvious to the others, as one of them comes along to give you a sympathetic pat on the back, along with that can of juice.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was there someone else you were planning to hook up with while you had that? If they're camping nearby we could drive you all back to town, help you find a backup male? Maybe get you a little action yourself? They say sex is always best right after you go male and turn back after all."
You aren't always the brightest bulb, but it's pretty clear what's going on from these consoling comments. Sure enough, you can already start to feel your chest getting heavier and some weird churning in your gut as your anatomy rearranges itself. Seems you're turning female again and it's not even because of Grendy this time. Well, really it is. She's the one who turned you into one of these gorillas who apparently only get to be male in short bursts and all, but still.