Chapter 7
by 
Abdulalahazred
But…
… still a man.
For some reason you had feared a double cross. That you would be trapped on Acteon in the weak submissive form of a slavegirl. But no one had betrayed or swindled you. You sigh in relief. A week in this body!
You twitch your new muscles experimentally, rolling on the balls of your feet as you take a measure of your new musculature. You wonder briefly if Acteonese men had been genetically engineered to be larger, stronger, more physically powerful. It would fly against the non-technological aspirations of the original settlers but a well placed genetic modifier virus could have done it. After all the Acteonese didn’t have the technology to undo such a virus. It seemed likely as you gripped the thick long appendage between your legs.
This was not confederation standard or even within the norms of old earth. You feel a surge of adrenaline, a sense of power and… a destiny of dominance. Yeah, it’s almost certain that the original genetic engineers tweaked the male Acteonese mind set. This is something you’d also expected.
You check your gear. Light leather jacket armour including leather breeches, a sword slung at your hip and sturdy boots with a dagger snug in its sheath. A purse with a scattering of coins.