Waking in a healing pod.

I regain consciouness slowly. Lifting my chin and blinking to clear my vision I see that I am inside a cylinder. The section in front of me is clear, probably plexiglass. I realise this is a healing chamber, similar though of different manufacture to those I have seen before. Was I badly injured? I think back to the last memories I have.

I had been a crewman aboard a pursuit vessal responding to a distress call from frontier colony world that was being raided. The ship had reached the planet's orbit just as the raiders were jumping out of system. The ship's astrogator had plotted the ship's jump course as heading into Zetan space. The Captain took the decision to jump after the raiders, figuring if the ship followed immediately he could catch the renegade ship and free whatever slaves they had taken and jump clear of Zetan space before reinforcements arrived. He had been wrong.

Our pursuit ship was fast, once we were out of jump in Zetan space we were gaining fast on an intercept course when three light fighters came to the raider's aid. Though smaller and more lightly armed they had numerical advantage and were quick and agile. By the time the last of the fighters had been destroyed the main reactor was going critical and the jump engines were offline. The captain had no other choice but to order the crew to the escape pods. For three days I drifted in the black until to conserve oxygen I was **** to inject myself with a shot of torpor and enter an induced coma.

Clearly the escape pod had been found and taken aboard a ship, but inside Zetan space that was not very likely to have been due to humanitarian concern. I attempt to move, to bring my hand up to my face, but I find my arm unable to move. I try to look down, but that too is difficult as there seems to be broad collar around my neck. Wriggling I discover my ankles locked in place just as the wrists are. Testing the strength of the restraints they don't move at all, either part of the cylinder or attached firmly to it somehow.

"Which one is she in?"

"Third one along, should be coming round now."

Two voices, female in the room outside and getting louder. The source of the voices come into view and peer through the plexiglass panel at me. One has caramel coloured skin and a big bushy afro mohawk of neon blue. She wears a black ruanite catsuit with a plunging neckline that displays an impressive cleavage. The woman next to her is pale skinned, a little shorter and wears a white ruanite leotard with arms. Her hair is a bright pink straight fringed bob. Both wear utility belts with instruments and holstered sidearms and both are extremely beautiful. Helcions! That realisation sends a shiver down my spine.

"Ugh, did she have to be one of mine?" The taller Helcion with the afro complains.

"She was the only one we picked up with grav drive engineering on their record." The pink haired Helcion replies with a shrug. "The nanobots were injected before the grav drive went offline."

"Ok, ok." The one that seemed to be the senior of the two concedes with resignation before turning her attention back towards me. "Listen up beautiful, this is your lucky day. You know how to fix grav drives huh? Well ours is fucked and if you can get it back up and running then you've bought yourself a berth on the ship instead of a short trip to the **** block, you dig me?"

"I dig." My voice sounds odd, more highly pitched than it should.

"Ok crack the pod and get her out of there Momo." The darker Helcion orders.

The pink haired woman lifts her arm and taps some commands on the wristcom she wears. First the glass panel to the healing cylinder slides open and then there is a hiss and my neck, wrists and ankles are suddenly free. I stumble forward a couple of steps, tripping over the sill of the cylinder and the larger Helcion catches me in her arms to prevent me from falling. As I straighten up and stand unsteadily I see my arms held by the woman. They are the same coffee complexion as the woman holding me and though well toned are most definitely feminine. Around each wrist is a sturdy magcuff that had held me restrained in the cylinder. I look up at the woman, noting I seem to be the exact same height as her. As she lets go of my arms I reach up, first feeling around my neck a thick magcollar to match the cuffs and then to my hair which is now long and unmistakably a loose afro.

I look down at my body. Except for the cuffs around my ankles and wrists and the collar I am naked. A pair of impressively sized breasts with large dark brown nipples are the first thing I cannot fail to notice. A flat stomach, thin waist and wide hips give me a curvacious figure, again seeming a perfect match of the Helcion in front of me. Looking lower, instead of my familiar cock, balls and pubic hair. I see the tight crease of a vagina, the outer labia and hairlessly bald mons a darker shade of brown to my thighs and stomach.

"What the fuck! I'm you?" The voice I have is the same pitch and tone as the Helcion, only our differing accents marking us apart.

"In your dreams sugar. You just look as drop dead gorgeous as me." The Helcion contradicts with a laugh.