Mark A Davis
Agents Prolka and Surrnian, please report to floor 32, section 7 for assignment. Agents Prolk and Surrnian to floor 32, section 7. Attention security: we have a code eleven security breach on floor 65. All unassigned security, please report to floor 65....
The voice was pleasant and feminine and echoed in the wide, clean hallways. After a while you got to where you almost didn't hear it. This place reminded her of an airport or hospital -- people rushing everywhere, security everywhere, with the only diffeerence being that they were all beautiful young women between 165 and 175 centimeters, and dressed in silver bikinis and go-go boots.
S.I.B.S. Space Station Prokone 4 was the official name of the headquarters of the Society of Intergalactic Space Babes, in orbit above the planet Prokone 4 in the Eieio (prounounced EE-Yow) Interstellar Empire. Here could be found thousands of similarly-clad young women, each with a belt and holster holding a laser pistol. None looked more than maybe nineteen, although she knew many were far older. There was a template for membership in the Space Babes, and you were engineered to meet those specifications for the length of your tour.
The girl had auburn hair, and was slightly too tall to be a space babe, with perhaps not quite enough curves, though she was remarkably beautiful. She waited in line at the rebirth stations, where multiple doorways along a long corridor each lead to a small rebirth chamber. Other girls talked and giggled as they waited, but she was quiet. She seemed uncomfortable.
"Next," the attendant called out. The girl followed her into a room.
"Hello," the girl said. "My name is Evander. I was told that...."
"No talking," the woman replied. "Strip! Laundry chute is to your left."
Evander frowned, but did as she was told. The technician was dressed no different than other space babes, but had an air of authority like that of a doctor. She studied a holo pad.
Evander shivered in the cool air. At least, she told herself, this strange dream was almost over.
"Name?" the technician asked.
"Evander the Explorer," said Evander. "That is, Evander Jaskulski."
The technician looked her up and down. "Well," she said, "aren't you a beauty? We certainly won't have to change your looks much! You're new?"
"Yes," said Evander. "I just need you to...."
"Just answer the question -- no chit chat!" The woman barked. "Get into the rebirth chamber. Over here, up these steps..."
Again, Evander did as she was told. The chamber was a tube of steel and glass with a door at the top that lifted up. She sank into the warm, greenish liquid within. "I just need..." she began.
"What did I say?" the woman replied. "Don't waste time. I process girls like you all day, and I have a hundred more to do before the day's done." She frowned at her holo pad , then added, "According to the A.I., Evander is a masculine name on your homeworld. It recommends a more feminine alternate. Did you have one in mind?" The lid began to slid shut.
"No," said Evander. "You see, I...."
The lid closed, sealing Evander in, muffling her words. Green liquid rose over her head, filling the chamber. As consciousness dimmed, she heard the technician say, "We'll go with Evangeline, then. Eve for short...."
The world slowly faded into view. The rebirth chamber lid was open, the green liquid draining from it.
"Now, you may notice some changes," the technician said. "Few were needed but you were a tad too tall, and your curves have been enhanced just a bit... larger breasts and hips, slightly narrower waist. It may take some getting used to. Your civilian I.D. is registered under your new name, but I ran into a problem when I tried to locate your S.I.S.B. registration."
A wave of nausea struck Evander. "I'm... not a member of the S.I.S.B.," she managed.
"Not yet you aren't," the woman replied. "You haven't signed your contract. But there should have been an application on file, and I couldn't find one. Luckily I figured it out. You were registered as a sidekick to Grandpa Anarchy, and there's that grandfather clause that exempts you from the tests. I've set you up with a temporary membership in the Space Babes, just until you sign your contract...."
Evander climbed from the rebirth chamber. She stared down at herself. "Why am I still a girl?" she growled.
The technician offered a patronizing smile. "Dear, only girls can join the Space Babes. You really ought to know that by now...."
Evander scowled. "But I'm not joining the Space Babes!" she exclaimed.
The technician frowned. "I'm sorry? Then why are you here?"
Once again the world swam into focus. Evander felt the wave of nausea as the green liquid drained and the chamber lid unsealed. His hands explored his groin, finding something that hadn't been there for several days. Yes, he thought, finally. I'm a man again!
"Welcome back to the land of the living," said the technician. "It's been two hours. How are you feeling?"
"Sick. But good," Evander replied. He climbed out of the chamber and stood under a nearby shower.
"I apologize again," said the technician. "I didn't realize you weren't a space babes recruit. You might have said. All I do all day every day is transform new recruits." She sighed dramatically. "Just my luck, too!" she said. "You made such a cute, sexy girl! I could have invited you back to my place, and who knows where that might have led?"
Evander was confused. Suddenly this all-business woman was retroactively propositioning his female self? Was he hearing this right?
"But it's the same story every time," she added. "I meet a sexy new girl, and she's either involved already, or she's straight, or she wants to become a boy...." She smirked.
Evande frowned. "I..." he began. "That is...."
"I'm teasing you, of course!" the technician said with a laugh.
"Um..." said Evander, suddenly fascinated. "Are there a lot of girls like you in the Space Babes?"
"Lesbians? Oh, quite a few I think," said the technician. "After all, nearly a third of our members were boys before joining, and a lot of them still like girls...." She glanced over at the dressing station and pursed her lips. "You didn't bring anything to wear, did you? I'm afraid all I've got are silver bikinis... I'll have to have something brought down. After all, we do transform space babes into boys again on occasion. Not all remain girls when their tour is up!"
"Actually," said Evander, "I always dreamed of dating a space babe... one with green hair...."
But now that Evander was himself again, certain things he'd heard were lining up in his head.
Only girls can join the Space Babes.
One third of our members were boys before joining.
Not all remain girls when their tour is up.
There's that grandfather clause that exempts you from the tests.
I've set you up with a temporary membership.
Just until you sign your contract....
The space babes were established by Major Tom Nova. His wife Destiny was the founding member. Evander had read comics and pulp stories about the Nova family, had dreamed of adventures in space, since he was a kid. But his favorite was a fictional green-haired alien space babe named Sally Stardust....
My goal is to sleep with an alien space babe....
"When you sign a contract with the space babes," said Evander, "how long is is the tour?"
"Three years," said the technician. "You agree to become a space babe, of course. There's training and missions... and you get to be a sexy girl in a bikini the whole time! Why do you ask?"
"And anyone can join?" he asked. "That is, anyone can become a sexy girl? For three years only?"
"Well, we don't discriminate by race or gender," she said, "but we do favor younger members. A lot of people apply, so there are tests to weed out the less qualified... of course, as I said, sidekicks to Grandpa Anarchy have a special grandfather clause that lets you skip that. It's really a Grandfather Anarchy clause, I suppose!"
"And I could stay in space," said Evander, "and go on a lot of adventures...." He paused, then added, "Could I request green hair?"
The technician blinked in suprise.
"Of course," she said. "So, you... want to climb back into the rebirth chamber, Eve?"
The door irised open and Grandpa Anarchy entered their quarters. A girl with green hair in a silver bikini and go-go boots lay on the couch. Grandpa frowned. "I thought you went to get changed into a guy," said Grandpa.
"I did," the girl replied, as she read an S.I.S.B. training manual.
Grandpa sighed. "Figures. I loose more sidekicks this way...."