Well, from a certain point of view....

Gregory and Bob are in a very somber mood as I cheerfully strip Frank's old body of his gear and bring it all inside.

“Ah… why are you so…” Gregory frowns deeply, “...Frank died.”

“He's one of mine, as are you,” I shrug, “He'll be back tomorrow, and will want his stuff… and I just got confirmation that there's a LOT of nasty wildlife for me to hunt, AND that there's no natives here.” I'm practically whistling.

The giant lizard tilts his head, “So we'll get the habitable planet bonus… how's the rest of that good news? And Frank… look, dead is dead, you're crazy.”

“Frank is going to be back,” I shrug, “believe me or not, your call. Either way, we still have a job to do.”

My two surviving companions shake their heads at me as we load everything into the ship (including some pieces of the snake, which we put in the freezer after wrapping), and do an orbital hop to the next biome (a savanna like area)... where Bob and Gregory fall to a pack of some kind of lizards that remind me more of lions than anything else… and then I go hunting wild animals. I actually get two levels in (along with two chats with ****) before it's time for me to crash for the night.

I awaken in the morning in a tangle of limbs. There's a crazy-busty elf woman with green hair snoozing with her head between my breasts… she's a little taller than me, but not by much. A fiery redheaded human woman, similarly busty, her head between my legs… she's heavily muscled and very short, almost a dwarf. I also find I'm not laying on my cot: I'm laying on a slab of scaled meat, over two meters tall, that for some strange reason has colossal mammary glands despite not being a mammal... they're my pillow at the moment. And… all three register as my worshippers? Odd, I was expecting to see Bob, Frank, and Gregory.

Pretty confident that I'll be able to deal with a couple naked women who worship me, I gently shake the elf awake first, “ah, excuse me…”

The green-haired elf woman wakes, her emerald eyes looking into mine with a spark of recognition, “I'm alive? Nice! So how'd you save me from that snake?”

I blink a few times, “Frank?”

“Yeah, duh… umm… why do I sound like…” she pauses, and checks herself out with her hands, groping her chest, then her slit, slipping a finger inside herself as her face goes very red and her flower visibly responds by opening up to accept the intruder. She screams.

…which wakes the other two up. The seven foot lizard lady stands up suddenly, tossing all of us out of the cot and dumping us in a heap on the floor. But hey: At least we all have very padded landings.

“Gregory, Frank, Bob: Please calm down,” I take a breath, “no, it's not great suddenly being in the wrong body, but yelling and screaming won't make it better. Please give me a bit to try and sort out what happened, all right?”

“What do you mean, ‘calm down’?! I'm not supposed to have these!” Gregory grabs his chest, shoving his boobs in my face.

Turns out telling people to calm down doesn't generally help much. But I suppose it did result in a nice set of boobs in my face, so… “You're not. And before I can figure out what I can do about it, I need to sort out what happened. Give me a bit, all right?”

“She's right… umm… Gregory…” the giant lizard lady speaks up in a deep rumble that shakes my bones, “give Dana a bit. This isn't the first time she's goofed up. She made that good, and keep in mind: She didn't cause you to die, so even if she can't fix this, you're STILL better off than if she hadn't goofed up.” The giant lizard lady looks down at me, “...but don't take too long. I don't mind the extra height, but not even lady Vesk have these milk gland things.”

So a freak, right, “Right on it… I need some space…” I retreat from the crew quarters quickly, and head to where I know I'll have silence: Just outside. No, we're not currently in space: I didn't want to bother with landing just to go hunting again… but space would work, I'm very much vacuum rated. I just need some quiet for a conversation. “Hey, ****?”

“What can I do for you, Dan?” The cold whisper comes from just behind me.

I ask the immediately relevant question, “What happened with Bob, Gregory, and Frank?”

“Hold a moment…” I feel that itching in my head… why does it feel comforting? … and my sponsor speaks again, “Oh. Well, it's directly done through you, so I can tell you basically everything relevant. My sister was being mean.”

Um. “More detail, please.”

“My sister, you call her Life. You're under her twisted blessing, and your abilities brought them back to life, touching on her domain briefly.” I can practically feel the cold breath on the back of my neck, “When they came back through your abilities, putting them very briefly in her domain, she had your curse extended to them for that moment, using the same rules. So they're women now, according to her Prophet's tastes.”

I consider that, “Any chance I can undo it?”

“They're affected by your curse, but not cursed themselves…” **** considers, “...the forms they have are their ‘natural’ ones now, changing them is possible via magic or technology… a Morphic Skin at any level above the basic would do the job. Certain spells… any solution that would turn a natural born female into a male will function.”

So a little over six grand for three Advanced models… or I could wait a day and hit them up with a basic Alteration Blank Transformation. All right. “So they only need to suffer through for a day until I can change them back. Thank you.”

“Within the normal limits and complications of the method you choose, yes,” **** agrees, “Be seeing you…” his voice fades out.

I wonder why he added that? Hmm. Well, at least I have something to tell them….