You weigh the options in your mind. Gloria does seem remorseful for forcing this all on you, and she seems like a very nice person. Besides that, there really wasn’t much waiting for you back on Earth. Your friends, if you could even call them that, were mostly just work acquaintances at best, and working a dead end desk job was starting to not feel worth it financially. Near about the only grievance you would have with living on an alien planet was the fact that Earth was where all your stuff was, but given that the Molluskans figured out instant transmission technology that problem was easily solvable. All of a sudden, getting abducted adopted by four legged slugs from outer space was the most preferable option.
“You know what,” you said to Gloria, “given the circumstances… getting to meet alien life is kind of the best option.”
“So you mean…,” Gloria brightened up.
“I’m going to stay here,” you nodded, “but on one condition. I need help getting all my things from Earth, like my clothes and some books and stuff.”
“Oh that should be no problem,” Gloria chuckled, “That’s the least I could do! Oh sweetie you’re going to love it here on Eukaryth! There’s so much I’m gonna have to teach you about life here and your new neighbors and your new sister and AH! I’m just so excited about having a new child! Oh goodness, all this excitement and I didn’t even get to ask for your name. The agency only has the number they assigned you on their records, so I don’t know your name. Or even your sex or gender identity or anything, and only a ballpark estimate for how old you are. You uh… may I have your name?”
“It’s Houston,” you explained, “Houston Mackenzie, or I guess Houston Hubble now I’m here and all. I’m a male, consider myself a man, and I’m about 30.”
“Oh what a neat coincidence!” Gloria clapped her hands, “That’s about how old Uniqua is too! Although… Earthlings have a shorter life span compared to Molluskans, so I guess by Earthling standards she acts like a teenager? She might be a bit distant at first but she’s bound to warm up to you eventually. She’s at school right now so you’ll get to meet her later. Your new father though… You probably won’t get to meet him for a while yet, he’s away on Star Navy duty. His name is Foster by the way, in case he gets in range to video call us.”
“That sounds great,” you said, “I can’t wait to meet them.”
“Ooh I can’t wait for that either!” Gloria squealed, “Tell you what, I’m going to go teleport in your stuff from Earth, and you tuck in to your breakfast pancakes before they get too cold. They’re made special for your digestive system and they’re drizzled with buttery corn syrup! I’ll be back later to give you a full house tour.” As she turned to leave, you were stunned to notice a huge hole in the backside of her jumpsuit. Through it poked a triangular little tail, and just under that was an enormous puckered hole about the size of a basketball.
“Hey uh, wait!” you called out before she could leave. She turned her head back to look at you.
“Oh? Something wrong Houston dear?” she asked, “Did your pancakes wind up getting cold? Or would you have preferred tree sap syrup instead of corn syrup?”
“N-no it’s not that it’s just,” you hesitated a second before saying, “you have a huge hole in your suit.”
“Oh that’s just my cloaca hole,” Gloria explained casually, “Molluskans always leave their cloaca exposed for a few reasons. Why, what’s wrong? Did I forget to lotion it today?” She then noticed how much you were blushing. “Oh dear, that’s right! Earthlings are much more sensitive about their bodies than we are! Goodness you must be so embarrassed by the sight of it, huh? I can cover it with my apron if you like, until you get used to it.”
“I would appreciate that,” you nodded, “but you don’t have to. I was just… unprepared for this. If it’s like a cultural or biological thing you don’t have to do it for my sake. I’ll just uh… I’ll get used to it.”
“Well if you’re sure, honey,” Gloria assured you before closing the door behind her.