You clutch your knees to your chest, or atleast, to your absurdly large breasts, in an attempt to get into the fetal position and hide much your exposed body. Of course, with the sexualized proportions of your body, it serves little use, as all of it spills into view anyway. You relax into a more natural position, and shiver. Jesus, it was cold in here. The least they could do is give you some damn clothes.
You're suddenly brought to attention by the sound of fabric landing in front of you, and you eye it curiously. Clothes, resembling the kind you wore down on the planet in your current body. Glancing upwards, you see the pirate that had thrown you in here standing at the door of your cell, smiling. That made you nervous. Why was he so eager to get you clothed? You were his slave after all...weren't you? "What..." you begin, by now used to the feeling of hearing an effeminate voice escape your lips, "What is this? Why are you giving me clothes?" The bearded man grins, which unnerves you. "Because... Because we're not real pirates. That's a cover for the operation we're running." You blink. Did you hear that right? "...come again?" "I'll be waiting for you in the next room. Feel free to get dressed, if you'd like. Or don't." he finished, chuckling as he walks out of the room, sliding door closing behind him. This was all HIGHLY suspicious...not pirates? Really? What were they?
After getting dressed, and noticing the jail cell door had been sitting open for some time, you carefully make your way out of the jail room, taking note of the fact that there were multiple cells in here. Not pirates. Riiiiiiight. Turning a corner, stifle a shriek as you see him standing there, waiting for you. Only, he looked different. He didn't have an eyepatch. Nor a pegleg. Or even a beard! Without all those things, he looks different. Handsome, even...and, okay, maybe your body thought he was a little hot. But your mind disagreed, so you tried to push those thoughts out of your mind as you realized you'd been staring at him for several seconds. "You look...different..." you squeak out. "Advanced disguise technology. Works every time." Not really knowing how to respond, you look away from him, not trying to make eye contact for too long. You were afraid if you did-"Come along now! The teleporters are all warmed up." T...teleporters?
Following the not-cute captain, you wonder just what he intends to do with you. Why would he be firing up the teleporters? Is he going to send you back to the Lizard...err...Grendy's ship? But why would he want do that? Entering the wide doorway, you see teleporters lining the room wall to wall, and half a dozen extra people in the room, all what you assume are the crew you'd glimpsed previously, without their disguises. "I bet you have alot of questions, but we don't have time for alot of answers. Strict schedule to keep. But I'll tell you a little bit about what's going on." You slowly walk down the room, eyeing each teleporter as you listened to him speak. "Anyway, we pose as pirates in order to purchase or acquires slaves, with the goal of freeing them. We've saved alot of them this way. Anyway, the girl from the ship we were just in, what was her name..." "Grendy." you say quietly, despite having only heard this name extremely recently and not knowing if it was a nickname or not. "Right! Anyway, the Grendy gal's collecting willing males to impregnate her queen, or whatever. I haven't studied her species much to really know how that works. But you don't fit into the picture! So, we assumed that you'd been tagging along unwillingly, right?"
You're not sure how to respond to this. That's true, but...you can't say you didn't enjoy it. You'll just have to be honest with him. "Yes, but-" "Alrighty then!" he exclaims, interrupting you. "So it's settled. We'll send you back to your home planet and get out of your hair in a jiff. 'Ol Wendy won't even know what hit her. Her engines are powering up now. If she doesn't notice you're gone, you're home free!"
Home free...you remember being back on earth. That was a simple life. Where you weren't an unwilling prostitute for a lizard...even if you secretly enjoyed being one. How long has it been? Actually, it hasn't even been a day, has it? Maybe it has. It's easy to lose track of time when all this space travel and teleportation nonsense is happening. Either way, you were looking forward to going home, and relaxing, and writing a book about the events of today. Sci-Fi Fiction, though. Nobody would believe you if you called the book a Non-Fiction. But wait...how do these "space vigilantes" intend to get your body back?
Of course, before you can dwell on that, you failed to realize that you were already in the teleporter, and in nearly an instant, a loud buzzing began to fill the pod. "Hey! Stop!" you yell, banging on the teleporter door. "This isn't who I am! I'm not-"
"-a girl!" you finish, fists swinging wildly in the air as the cool breeze returns to your skin, the sound of a familiar waterfall splashing peacefully in the distance. Great. They thought you were one of the female inhabitants of this planet. Perfect! Now you can be stuck here for eternity. I mean, maybe Grendy's been keeping an eye on you, and she'll swoop in to rescue you any moment. Only, as the seconds go by, your heart sinks a little further.
You fight back a sob and fall to your knees, and stare up at the 3 large moons painting the sky a brilliantly red. You may have to get used to this...