Feminine

You wake slowly. Your chest is sore, so is your throat. The buzzing numbness is gone at least. Blinking your eyes open you see the sterile lights of the infirmary above you. A holo-screen arches over your bed showing vitals, presumably your own.

Leaning on your elbows you push yourself up a little and the holo-screen drifts out of your way. Much to your surprise, you feel fine. You're wearing a hospital gown, but otherwise you don't notice anything different. No terrible scars, or missing limbs. Your hands do seem a little smoother than you remember, but that's probably just because you were out for a bit. Maybe, you aren't sure how long it's been since the crate fell.

"Good to see you're up, how ya feeling?"

You look up to see Doctor Chandra Klark walking over to you, a slender man with an unusually petite build. He had been a big time doctor some time ago, but after performing several illegal procedures had been **** to take shelter with whatever crook would have him. Namely Captain Flare.

"Just glad-" you stop speaking, your voice sounds... well, not quite feminine, but definitely not as manly as it did before. You try to clear your throat, but when you talk again it still sounds strange, "Um, just glad that I'm not dead."

"Well that's good to hear." He stopped by your side and rests his hand on your forehead for a few moments, "How's your memory? Name? Rank? Room number?"

"Nexus, Cargo manager bay three, room zero six zero nine." Your voice still just seems kinda strange, "What was I exposed to doc? Should I be worried about side effects or something?"

Dr. Klark was silent for a moment, as if trying to decide what he should say next. "As far as what you were exposed to. The crates had a gas synthesized from pheromones of the Andrognian people. A potent aphrodisiac in small doses..."

"What about in large doses?" You ask.

"Well, it really depends, a number of factors play into it. But for human males, it tends to... Well, it has some effects on your biology and physical features."

"Some effects?" you repeat, "What do you mean by it effecting my biology and physical features? Am I gonna turn into an Andrognian or something?"

"No, no, nothing like that."

You sit back feeling a bit relieved by that news, Andrognians looked amazing and all, but you didn't want to lose something so core to your identity as your own race.

"But your body will slowly be turned into something more typical of a human female."

You ****, "You're joking right!"