After the natives had found him in his crashed ship they had tried to repair his broken mangled body as best they could but the only data they could find on human biology had been an old copy of Playboy that Curtis, the pilot, had smuggled aboard....
He didn't know how the machines did it but when he awoke he was a dead ringer for the Playmate of the Month from June 2037.....
It took him some time to adjust.....he was a woman now....and he was lost on an alien world.....his radio could receive but strangely his beacon signal wasn't heard or acknowledged by any ships of the fleet....
He spent the entire day listening to the back and forth on the radio....it seemed that the Earth Federation was at war with something called the Sklar empire....and the radio was filled with news and reports of the victories and defeats of the day....
He had been so distracted that he had barely heard the sounds of the sucking tentacles pulling the alien through the door.....he whirled around just in time....
"Oh I've missed you.....How was your day?"
"It's better now that I'm home...I've been thinking about you all day!"
He.....she...giggled as a tentacle slipped under her dress and another reached to turn off the radio.....
The last item on the radio was something about a faint rescue beacon being picked up but they were lost in ecstasy and neither of them noticed it......
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