The first few clones were starting to finish up, and while everyone on the ship aside from Kendra WAS fully male biologically only the "real" guys acted stupidly enough to get themselves offed. The first death had scared people into compliance for a bit, but after a few hours... some idiots started up some shit. Most of the drunk idiots on the ship had left the clone bay alone figuring "someone" was monitoring them. Kendra was and she had gotten out some popcorn as she saw that the first clone was about to exit the hatch.
Drew knew he was an idiot as he finally got a functioning brain that was conscious. That last stunt had actually killed him... The pod opened into a small chamber that supplied the new body with some bland clothing appropriate for their new body which he knew, but he wished that someone would have told him how weird it felt to come back alive like... This weird center of balance and weights... His eyes started to focus and looking down he saw a pair of C-cup breasts and some wide hips... "The Fuck?!?!" She squeaked as she noted the bra and panties plus a robe... She'd need to talk to whoever the admin was. She put the clothes on... she didn't want to be naked on a ship with just horny men... and left as she tried to sneak around... which was somewhat easy if she kept to the edges and made herself as small as possible. She managed to find her way to the main office and banged on the locked door. "Hey! Something's up with the clone bay! I don't know if I'm in someone elses body or what!"
Kendra talked back through the door "Yeah... Ya'll kept killing yourselves, and I didn't feel like having a bunch of horny guys breaking this door down eventually. So ya, you die you come back as a woman. Good luck. Oh also yeah that's your body and genetics, just if barely any testosterone was introduced. So there Drew was as a she... She could hide and let the upcoming women behind her fuck around... or... I mean this was a party ship... She could enjoy the pleasures of this body.