The Valarians, an alien race from galaxy M-33 or The Triangulum Galaxy, had reach the Milky Way Galaxy, and more importantly Earth. They had been searching the cosmos for viable biological subjects they could transform for reproduction to continue their species. Their DNA pool could no longer be used, even by transforming males to females, as they females were dying off. Soon, they need fresh subjects to make into females to carry their young, and reproduce. They did not want hybrids, however, so opted to change their subjects into their race, or close enough, and female of course for reproduction.
It turned out Earth humans had the correct DNA, but only the males did. So the Valarians would have to use male subjects to create females of their species for reproduction. Charles here was their first experiment, as they sent a landing team down to his horse barn and sedated him. They then put on the DNA suit necessary for the changes, leaving only a small breathing tube at the front.
The changes would take hours, and the aliens left the barn and went back to their ship in the meantime, to collect further data on who to get next. They didn’t want to take subjects up to their ship right away, but let the changes take place first, and let them adjust on their own planet before being put into the technologically advanced spacecraft. One step at a time they thought. Apparently their subjects would sometimes awaken right after the process, covered in the suit, as first shown here with Charles, their first.
He woke in shock, after the changes had taken place, with this suit still hugging his new foreign feeling body. He tried to pull the mask off in horror, noticing his entire body felt different, with his chest heavy, his crotch empty, and long hair all about his head. He noticed the arms and hands he was using to pry off the mask were much smaller than his, reinforced in fact, by the tightness of the suit against them. Even his mumbles were high pitched, he sound like a mumbling woman. Finally he managed to pry off the mask.
He was shocked to hear his very high voice now, and then raced for a mirror in the barn, seeing his new face. He nearly passed out, not only was he female looking in every way, but alien as well. He had unnaturally long wavy red hair, but many human women had that. The issue was his face, it was beautiful, but alien. He had pale skin, like many biological Earth redheads had, however. His forehead had odd shapes on it, and his eyes were bigger than normal eyes. His nose was small like a female human’s, and his mouth was similar, but his lips were massively huge. He couldn’t believe his big eyes, he was a she, and she was an alien!
Charles tried to calm down, but then the aliens returned, finding their subject was a successful change, but had removed the mask. The aliens, grabbed a stunned Charles by his dainty new arms, and took him back to their ship. From there, they explained the reproduction problems of their race, and told him this was the only way for them to save it.
They went on to tell him, he would have to adjust, and that he would be treated like their version of a queen, very special, and wanting for nothing. After all he was the first of many that would save their race, he deserved it. They also explained they required at least five offspring from him from five different Valarian partners, but that he would be taken well care of, and his offspring would too.
Charles struggled with this, and even more with his new home once they reached it with 199 more subjects taken from Earth. They were now on what the Valarians called Mascon, their home world at the edge of Triangulum. So to some it up, Charles had a lot to deal with, he was female, and alien, living on a planet past their nearest galaxy Andromeda, two galaxies away, from Earth, who would have to be a mother to more aliens of this race, five in fact. It was a lot to take in.
With each passing day, Charles adjusted more and more, and Mascon was lovely, it was even more beautiful than Earth. He could see why they wanted to save their race as well, many were wonderful beings, capable of much love and affection, and little hatred or violence. He knew why they got so advanced being this way. He was given a new name, Hasca, a female name on their planet, meaning in their language, “life bringer”, which suited his new role to help save their race and bring new life to their planet.
Once Hasca had sex in her alien form, she realized this was more incredible and intense than anything as a human male, and possible even more than a human female. It was amazing, and her offspring carrying only lasted three months instead of nine. She had much help in raising her new children, and they showed her much love as a property of their race and that she was their mother.
Later in years Hasca realized she was one of the right picks for this, and it worked out well. Her life on Earth was mundane at best, and her only true love was horses, the thing she missed most about Earth, that Mascon did not have. They had similar creatures, but they were not the same. Once she convinced the Valarians to bring back some horses from Earth to Mascon, she was very pleased, and this became her new job, the only horse expert on Mascon, and perhaps the entire Triangulum galaxy.
