You choose to return to your gender

"She's waking up, boss," you hear a man say.

Somehow, you feel scared. You recall the feeling of having breasts. That means that you still have them. Something went wrong with the serum. Someone starts to land slaps on your face, barely noticeable, but with a recognizable rhythm. You open your eyes, and you see a man before you, bald, tattooed, muscular, clearly not the kind one would wish to encounter.

"Mhmmm!!!" you start yell, your sounds dampened by a massive ballgag in your mouth.

You look down, and you find your upper body enclosed in a pink straitjacket. Your feet naked, the ground beneath you of what it seems like a forest. But you also see something else: a bulge located between your legs, underneath the sexy panties that serve as cover.

And then you feel it: the sharp pain from a chastity cage that has a catheter and a set of spikes in it. You want to stop the motion that starts to bring your penis to a stand. But you fail, both the catheter and the spikes causing you a level of pain that you were yet to encounter in this life.

"MMMMMMMM!!!!" you scream into the gag. In parallel you start to panic. You do not know what went wrong. Or how. But you recognize the people's intentions. You start to wiggle your arms in the straitjacket. You also try to stand. But your motion is stopped by a leash, the other end held by a man located next to you.

"Come on, you are smarter than that," the man in front of you says. You take him as the leader of the group. Perhaps the captain of a spacecraft.

"She did inject herself with the serum. And she did crash her ship," one of the other man interjects.

Then you recall: the spacebattle!

Once you took the serum, your body began to shift, painfully, the Noble Knight still in FTL. In your desperation, you took the ship to normal space, before you would leave the area controlled by the zetans. Only to arrive at the center of a space battle, a Coalition **** carrier, that just happened to wander into orbit, systematically torn apart by numerous zetan spacecraft patrolling the area.

You didn't get hit. You simply crashed. The pain in your body and the series of maneuvers were too much for you to handle. You survived the crash, as evident. And the men? They could be anyone: from soldiers, to scavengers, to prisoners. What matters is that they've found you in the wreckage, freshly turned into a sissy, then they secured you in order to claim you as their own. Thing is: now that you are secured, there is no way to get out of this mess.