You decide to stay a woman

I like myself as it is! you think to yourself. You drop the syringe to the trash dispenser, and you decide do away with it, jettisoned to space with the bodies as you go onwards in FTL.

You go back to the cockpit, then you masturbate, dreaming about the night that you spent in the fuck-all-you-like. There will be definitely more occasions like that! You determine as you climax. And you already know where your road shall take you next.

GOOD END: JANE MILTON WAS BORN