You Aren't Alone In There

You try swimming in every direction, but to no avail; there is no way out. Eventually, you run out of breath, desperately sucking in the fluid that's keeping you suspended in here. Strangely enough, you can breathe it like air. You check your neck for gills and look yourself over as best you can through the pink haze, but nothing looks different. The fluid appears to be safe, which begs the question of what, exactly, the pod use to change people.

Just at that moment, something hits you arm hard, more than hard enough to leave it stinging. You cringe, then look at the location of the ****. You can't see anything there... no, wait. Part of your arm is gone! You grasp at it with your other hand, but it doesn't feel gone, just... different. Rubbery. In fact, you're sure of it now: part of your right arm is coated in rubber. You couldn't see it because it's the same shade of pink as the stuff you're swimming in, so it's virtually impossible to see in here. Unfortunately, that means that whatever did it is probably just as invisible in here, and judging by the speed at which it struck you it must be fast. If you're going to get out of this, it's going to take every ounce of skill you can muster to do it.

Focusing all of your concentration, you peer into the depths. At first, you don't see a thing, but then, a sudden flash of motion! Something wavering towards you, moving at lightning speed! You try to propel yourself away, but your reflexes aren't nearly quick enough and the thing slams into your chest, the impact launching you backwards. It's a few seconds before you stop moving, and a few more before you regain your bearings. You look down to survey the damage, and, unsurprisingly, can't see what it did to you, whatever changes it's made remaining invisible in the same-coloured fluid that surrounds it. You reach over to feel it, hoping to get some idea of what it's done, only to let out a gurgling scream when you feel a pair of soft, rounded lumps of latex flesh on your chest. It's a shape you know all too well: a pair of pert and perky pink breasts, now standing proud on your once-male chest.