"Why me?" Fox asked when she woke up to find Krystal laying next to her, "Why couldn't that have been a dream? Why couldn't I lead a normal life?"
"Do you want me to land the ship now?" Krystal asked.
"I don't know. If they're anything like you, then no. I'd prefer to go home or be launched into space."
"It sounds like somebody's grumpy. Why don't you reach into your pocket and turn on your 'toy'? It'll make you feel better."
"Do you want to know what makes me feel better?" Fox asked, "Being a guy on Corneria with a normal person as a girlfriend. Do you know what makes me feel suicidal? Being taken light-years away from home and then turned into a girl by a crazed lesbian who spent way too much time around two criminals and their green mental patient of a friend. I actually miss getting shot at. I even miss struggling to survive as I bleed to death from a gut shot."
"Just turn your vibratey thing on." Krystal pleaded, "I want to hear the vibrating and your moans of pleasure. I'll even turn mine on so we'll be like members of a vibratey, moany band."
"What has been seen mentally…" Fox began, "Can not be unseen mentally."
"Please." Krystal begged, "I promise not to make the surgery box thing cut off your arms and legs."
"Fine." Fox sighed as she reached into her pocket and turned on her 'toy', "But this is a compromise. I don't want sixty-nine. I don't want to take part in any poop or piss fetishes. This is as far as I'll go for now."
"Deal." Krystal said as she reached into her pocket and turned on her 'toy', "You know, male or female, you're hot."
"I didn't need to hear that." Fox complained.
"Less complaining; more moaning." Krystal ordered, "I have a large porn collection and I'm not afraid to make you watch each and every one of them. Yes, some involve scat."
Fox heeded Krystal's warning and focused on enjoying her 'toy'.
"You like it, don't you?"
Fox nodded and asked, "Why did you change me? I actually enjoyed our f-cking earlier, aside from all the rapey aspects of it."
"You're going back into denial." Krystal told Fox, "Admit it. You always felt something… off about your body. You felt like something was wrong with it, like something should have been something else."
"Not really. You confused yourself earlier."
"Stop denying it." Krystal scolded, "You're upset that I'm hitting so close to home."
"I'm not even sure how you arrived to your conclusion and I listened to the whole process."
"You felt like a lesbian in a man's body."
"I don't think I'm the lesbian here." Fox told her.
"Yes you are. Luckily, I'm still attracted to you. I will still f-ck you in any way you want. If, for whatever reason, we returned to Corneria, I know a store that makes custom… equipment. We can try anything and everything you want. Heck, I've been planning this day for quite some time. I have some gags, hoods, and strap-ons in a drawer."
"I'm not interested."
"You're no fun." Krystal complained, "Luckily, I can change that."
Krystal grabbed a pair of handcuffs from her drawer and cuffed Fox's hands behind her back.
"What was that for?" Fox demanded as Krystal pulled her to the cockpit and strapped her in the copilot seat.
"That's so you don't turn off your 'toy'. We're going to take our time landing, so you can focus on enjoying the ride."
Fox sighed. This was going to be a long day.
