As the smoke clears, you take stock of this latest situation and body you find yourself stuck with. The planet you find yourself standing on is surprisingly earth-like, at least from what little you can see. A dusty asphalt road stretches from one horizon to the other, cutting through a dusty plain with a few scattered cacti, and just a few feet away is a building whose neon sign clearly identifies it as a "Truck Stop." Granted, the cacti are pink, the various trucks and motorcycles have a few more wheels and exhaust pipes than they should, and the sky has at least two moons too many, but it still seems reasonable to assume that should you enter the nearby building, you'll be greeted by a number of surly truckers and bikers, complete with the requisite flannel shirts and leather jackets, drinking cheap beer, eating salty food, and listening to a jukebox playing some alien approximation of innocuous southern rock. That last bit would strike you as something of a stretch, but the volume is cranked up rather loud, and you're reasonably sure you just heard a chorus of "Sweet Home Al'kxar'thana!"
Looking down at yourself, well, your new form is at least a clear trade-up from the last one. You're no longer a lizard, for one, that's always a plus. In fact, as far as you are able to tell, you're essentially human again. No tail, or similar weird extremities. Familiar teeth, a proper nose, just the two eyes, arms, ears, and legs. A rather full and bouncy head of dark wavy hair. Nice smooth skin... granted, it's purple, but it's a nice light sexy purple, like the sort of thing fantasy artists started giving to dark elves when they realized the old look seemed a bit racist. You also seem to be in absolutely absurdly great shape, with bulging biceps, rock hard abs, all that good stuff. You'd also guess you're standing a good seven feet tall... although that is just relative to the truck stop and vehicles nearby. It's entirely possible this entire planet is actually populated by incredibly tiny people who naturally would build everything to their own scale, or that you are in fact some truly towering giant... that's the problem with not having anything handy to provide a sense of relative scale in these situations isn't it? But at least relative to the locals you're a towering mass of fit muscle is the important thing.
On the downside, you're still female. Wow are you ever female. You can't really see those rock hard abs you have now because the breasts you're sporting are so big you'd probably have some life threatening back problems if you weren't in such great shape. Plus there's the narrow waist, the wide hips, the lack of a prominent Adam's apple, the lack of visible body hair, the big full lips, and of course the whole bit with the vagina and functional ovaries. That last bit is really something of a new addition, since apparently your captor (whose name you really should set about learning next chance you get) is from some species that does that whole thing bees and ants do where all the females are sterile except for their queen, or at least that was certainly your question. But then again it's not like you're able to see or feel the ovaries in question, so you don't really think anything of their sudden existence one way or the other. Or maybe you do. I'm just the narrator, I don't know what thoughts are running through your head at any given moment. Also you're in one of those ridiculous chainmail bikini numbers with high heeled sandals, which isn't a particularly feminine thing in any sort of biological sense, but probably worth mentioning. Big ol' leather headband too.
Somewhat distressingly, as you check yourself out, a number of alien thoughts spring unbidden to your mind. OK yes I know I just said I didn't know what you were thinking but obviously the alien thoughts that come with an alien body are an exception. Besides which, they aren't specific thoughts so much as a vague feeling of smug superiority to any puny males you might run into. Still, that's fairly distressing. You don't particularly recall having any weird alien thoughts or feelings as the lizard woman. All the time you spent on her ship you were just confused, irritated, and generally tripping over yourself like a clueless idiot... OK, so the jury's out on that one. It's entirely possible that your awkward bumbling was indeed thanks to the influence of her tiny lizard brain... just don't tell her I said that.
In any case, you've been sent here for a purpose. Whether this really is a planet full of tall muscular amazons incongruously mixed with potbellied truckers, or a world much like your own where you've simply been given a copy of the body of... some sort of bodybuilding pornstar on the set of a sword and sorcery movie, you seem to be stuck here until you manage to convince a local man to head off into space to sleep with some weird alien lizard queen... and if you take too long doing it, you know you're just going to be yelled at for holding things up again.