You are very hungry.

Breakfast consist of wolfing down some strawberry pancakes with whipped cream, a pile of chopped and fried potatoes, and four pieces of probably bacon. You finish all this off with an orange soda and sit there rubbing your sexy little food bulge when you are done. “I can’t believe I let them know me as Alexis. Why didn’t I just correct them? Then whatever they did to me last night. I mean I haven’t always looked like this have I?” An idea hits, you open your com and log into the net and check on your history pages. Picture after picture you see the sexy new you, sure dressed like a boy rather often, but more like a tomboy girl than a girlish boy. “No way, I must have been hacked.” You say as you flip through pictures of events you clearly remember, but the image of you is just a bit off. “Unless, man was I really always that feminine and just noticing it now that it has been pointed out.” Part of you is positive you have been hacked and all the pictures are doctored, though a tinge of doubt is there. “I mean why would anyone go through all that trouble?”

“Hey you’re Alexis right?” A woman asks sitting down across from you. She has a bright smile, deep green eyes, and short neat copper colored hair. She is wearing a simple white tank top, pleated kilt like pink and black skirt that is knee length, white knee high socks with twin pink stripes, and combat boots. About as many piercings as you have adorn her face, the hoop in her nose the most prominent. A novacom is on her wrist, marking her as a future co worker. She is long lean and athletic looking but with rather nice breasts.

“Um, have we met? I’m pretty sure I’d remember you.” You say then instantly blush.

She reaches out and taps her com to yours, “There, now you have my contact info, if you accept it o’course. I watched you race yesterday. Pretty fast. Not as fast as me, but pretty fast. I’m Dana by the way.” She says all of that in a couple of seconds, a rather fast talker and with a slight Irish accent. “So what branch are you going to pick? You should pick the explorers like me so we can be friends. You’re cute you know. Are you like a singer or something? I love your hair. I could totally do your makeup better than your wand. Here let me see it, I reprogram them. It’s like a hobby or skill or whatever.” She finally takes a breath and holds out her hand.

“Oh, okay, sure here I’m hardly an expert.” You say and hand her your makeup wand.

She plugs a wire into her data jack and then links to the wand, it takes less than thirty seconds before she hands it back with, “There you go.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you start tomorrow?” She asks.

“Yep, 0800, not sure what to expect.” You say.

She begins a half hour long speech about how cool the explorers are and all the cool things they do. She swears to have a piece of alien tech in her room. She lets you know she has her own room on the Endeavor, an exploration vessel that is a recommissioned destroyer and is secretly still rather heavily armed. The longer she talks the more you kinda want to stick your cock in her sexy always running mouth. Finally she asks, “So what are you doing now?”