I get a surprising reunion.

The two Helcions wheel the gurneys out of the med bay and I hurry to take control of the remaining trolley and follow them. I stare down at the figure mag clamped to my gurney in fascination. Apart from her hair being a short and messy baby blonde she is an exact replica of Momo. Her small perky breasts have pale pink nipples and her hairless pussy is a tight crease, currently unaroused and hiding her inner labial lips. Our little convoy of gurneys and recently transformed prisoners has only a short way to go through the corridors of the Helcion **** ship until we come to a halt in front of a grav lift door.

"Holding is on deck one." The Helcion I had heard called Whipp turns and tells me as she summons the grav lift. "So all you have to do is wheel the slut into the lift and punch the three button, think you can handle that Sweetcheeks?"

It annoys me that the Helcions feel the need to explain something as simple as using a lift to me as if I was stupid. I am getting the impression from the way they talk to me and to each other in my presence that they have a very low opinion of outsiders intelligence. I nod anyway and when the door slides open, the tall blonde Whipp enters. Only one gurney will fit at a time and as I was at the rear of queue I will be the last to use the lift. As the doors close I hear a soft moan below and look to see that the figure on my gurney is beginning to stir.

"Uhhh, where?" I hear the Momo look alike whisper as her eyelids open and bright blue eyes dart about to take in her surroundings.

"You're on the Bitch." Latoyah, turns around and grins down at the waking ****. "Doubt that means anything to you though cupcake. You got hoovered up in your drifting lifepod. Welcome to the Zeta sector."

"Helcions?" The petite prisoner mutters looking distressed.

The prisoner tries to move, only to discover her wrists, ankles and neck are mag clamped to the frame of the gurney. For a few seconds she fights against the restraints, her boding jerking and twisting before she reasons that she is securely immobilised. Her gaze shifts to me and she inspects me curiously, surprisingly showing little fear. I smile awkwardly, this is almost certainly one of my crewmates from the pursuit ship.

"Who the fuck are...." She cuts off in mid sentence and now an expression of concern and confusion forms on her pretty face. "What the fuck happened to my voice."

She struggles again, more violently this time. As her body twists and bucks as she fights against mag restraints she must feel the bounce of her small breasts and the lack of male organs between her legs. Her concern increases to a look of panic.

"What the fuck have you done to me?" She swears loudly, her voice high pitched and squeaky although lacking Momo's Helcion accent. "I am Captain James of the United Colonies Spaceforce. I demand to speak to your senior officer."

"Shit, Jet James?" Latoyah laughs loudly and looks critically at my struggling prisoner. "I heard of you. Big hero from the UCS. No wonder you had the balls to chase a raider into the Zeta sector. Well, used to have the balls to be more accurate."

My Captain! Or rather former Captain. It was hard to believe the small squirming female figure on the gurney was the imposing square jawed hero of the UCS that had been my commanding officer just a few days ago. Though I was shocked at seeing my Captain transformed like this I felt a certain degree of vindictive satisfaction. It was his...her...reckless decision to carry on the pursuit into the Zeta sector that had led to my own capture, transformation and enslavement.