You push your way out the bunkhouse door with your head and chest. Your arms seem an afterthought, but recalling you have them you slam the door shut. The sound is strangely muffled, and the camp seemed very quiet.
You scan the area, sticking your tongue out to taste the world. You see patterns of residual heat glowing on the ground where people walked recently, and through the tent walls. It's totally freaky. You drop to your belly and raise your arms out of the way as you glide across the gravel path. Your body barely touches the ground, but the brief sensation of your swelling genital pouch is terribly erotic. You moan softly, and feel things moving around you. Some people are approaching.
You recognize the boots about ten feet ahead of you, and rear up raising your head almost 6 feet off the ground. You arc your body, and hiss, "H-h-h-ect-or!"
"Cool. I'd've like to catch it all on video, but your body seems super-receptive to the cobra-dna. Why look at the way your egg pouch is swelling up! See Rick, we should have a nice clutch of eggs to fertilize with that cobra sperm."
"Eggssss? What are you talking about, I am King Cobra Man!" you bellow. Your voice sounds oddly muffled. You recall reading that snakes are deaf, and that it's vibration through their skin not ears that they respond to.
Hector rolls his eyes, and nods to his friends who seem more curious than afraid of you. "Well, I guess someone was asleep during genetics class, or maybe you've never had it? You probably know that in humans X and Y chromosomes the sex chromosomes determine gender as follows a homozygous pairing XX equals female, a heterozygous pairing XY equals male. That's true with mammals, and many other animals. The notable acception are birds and snakes. Not only do they have extremely modified limbs, but their sex chromosome pairings are reversed. Scientists have even given their x and y equivalent chromosomes different names. They're called the w and z chromosomes. WW equals males. WZ equals female. The retrovirus has rewritten your dna, and your sex chromosomes as a snake are no longer designated XY, but WZ which means you're no longer male, but female!"
"Tah-dah! Great explanation, Hector!" laughs Rick.
You're angry now, and start to weave back and forth in preparation for a flying lunge.
"Raj, make with the flute," Hector orders. A short dark kid pulls out a flute from his pocket and begins to play.
You start, freeze and stare at the source of the odd vibrations. It seems hypnotic, you sway back and forth in rhythm with the music. You're frustrated that you cannot resist, but you're mesmerized by the music. You don't even notice Hector and the others coming up and grabbing you. You struggle, but Hector is holding your mouth shut, and your arms are smaller than before so they flay helplessly like a toddler's arms would.
"Let's wash this gravel off, so we can begin our breeding program. To the latrine," Hector commands.
They begin walking with their angry writhing prisoner, but they out number you. Inside the latrine, Rick says, "Hey, do we take him in the showers, or slide him in and out of the sinks. He's just too big!"
"Neither, and not a problem," Hector turns your head to face the 15' long metal trough that serves as a urinal. The water from the stream is diverted into the trough, constantly flows through it, then out a pipe on the end where it rejoins the creek.
"Nnnnnn" you hiss as they lower you into the icy water. The smell of oxidized old piss reeks from the sides of the metal trough. The cold water races over you. It cannot be more than 40 degrees, as it's run off from the still snow-capped mountains. You start to feel sleepy, and relax. You stop struggling. Hector's still speaking, but his language is mush to you. You pass from consciousness and dream snaky dreams.