Voyager Three (Space Genderbending) Pilot NSFW

This idea came to me in a dream......

Could be an idea for a series, maybe? Thoughts welcome

Voyager Three

The radio static fills the cock pit. Notification lights flash, desperate for attention. Yet, the craft is silent as it drifts further and further into the deep space.

Euan rubs at his tired eyes. Slowly, he presses the Hyperlink button to respond to ground control.

“Voyager 3 responding.”

Static for a moment before a reply reaches his intercom. “Euan, we’re monitoring strange readings at your position. Can you advise any changes with your systems….?”

Looking up and out of the small window in front of him, Euan looks out into the dark void of interstellar space. Traveling past the heliosphere, he’s halfway into his journey and is about to start the process of slowing Voyager three for its eventual destination.

An anomaly detected by the James Webb just over two years ago.

“Everything appears to be working correctly,” Euan answers. “Other than that knocking in the night, everything seems normal.”

Static.

“Thanks, Euan,” the radio operator back on Earth replies casually. “Still not sleeping? Do you want me to talk to Doctor Yuan again?”

Euan rubs his eyes. “No, Kyle. It’s fine. I think I just need to do something to relax.”

“Okay,” Kyle responds after a short time delay. “I’ll push engineering to get back to me about that knocking sound.”

“Very good. Voyager 3 out.”

Static. Lights bleep into his tired eyes as they water.

“Euan,” Kyle continues the conversation. “Maybe open that case your wife left you. She tells me it’s something to make you feel at ease. Might be just what you need to take your mind off the mission.”

Euan leans back in his cockpit chair. Opening a gift from his loving wife might just send him over the edge. He misses her.

“Maybe,” Euan replies with a long, tired sigh. “I’ll radio back in at 0600. Voyager out.”

Static

Euan lifts himself from the chair. He floats, but only for a second before the magnetic gravity kicks in, planting him on the metal floor of his craft. With a yawn, Euan makes his way past the dusty research console, yet to be used, towards the habitation module.

Allowing himself a strawberry cheesecake in a tube, he looks at his sleeping cot and the metal box of secret items left by his wife. The words, for your eyes only, are scrawled along the side.

As a single tear mists in his eyes, he’s quick to sit at the computer console, desperate to distract himself. Logging in, he’s greeted by a host of errors.

“The world’s best minds….,” Euan grumbles to himself as the computer glitches get worse and worse. “Well,” he slumps. “At least it’s not the life support….”

To his side, a photo of his wife and daughter. Taken in the park just before launch. Slowly, he runs his finger down the picture before reaching for the Hyperlink.

“Call, Emma,” he instructs.

The Hyperlink bursts into life and starts trying to connect. Like an old-fashioned phone, it rings and rings before eventually going silent. “No connection established,” an automated message plays out over the intercom.

“Ah, man,” Euan groans, rubbing his eyes before noticing the time

Looking back over his shoulder, he looks again at the metal box Kyle told him to open. Reluctantly, he stands and walks over. Pulling it out from under his cot, he brushes off the dust layer on top.

One year earlier

“Euan,” Emma says, resting her head on his chest. “Aren’t you worried about being alone all that time?”

“I guess,” he replies, stroking her hair. As she looks up at him, he smiles. “Least it’ll give me time to practice my fem voice and walk, huh?”

“Ha, yeah!” Emma lightly giggles. “Do you think NASA has some space bras you can borrow or…or a full-length mirror and space heels to pose in?”

“I could ask.” Euan chuckles to himself, looking down at the lingerie adorning his body. “I’m not sure heels would be wise with the artificial gravity system.” He brushes the long hair strands of his wig from his eyes. “Could you image me reporting to NASA having to explain that I’ve broken my ankle walking around in your heels?”

“I’d love to be a part of that conversation,” Emma giggles, bringing her hand to squeeze one of the cups of the bra Euan is wearing. “But, sweetheart. What are you going to do if you can’t dress?”

“I guess I’ll just have to make do.”

“Why don’t you take a pair of my panties.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” Emma slides her hand down to the thong encasing his junk. “Maybe when we talk over Hyperlink, you can wear them to remind you of our ‘special time.’”

Watching his wife play with that area, Euan can’t help but get excited. Hands-free yet alludes to him, and they haven’t got much time left before the mission blasts off.

“Emma,” he says softly, kissing her forehead. “Are you ready for more?”

Getting up onto all fours, Emma hangs her body over him. The strap-on attached to her body still drips with lube from moments ago. “Am I getting closer!?” she asks, kissing him on the lips.

“Yes,” Euan kisses her back. “You’re getting better at the consistent thrusting.” They kiss again. “We’ll make a man out of you yet!”

Emma smiles before passionately kissing Euan’s neck. “We’ll make a woman out of you yet,” she whispers softly in his ear before playfully biting his ear lobe.”

Present day

Undoing one latch, Euan’s heart aches. Almost like heartbreak, he yearns for the soft embrace of the woman he loves.

Taking a deep breath, he rubs his eyes and begins to open the second latch, bracing himself for the emotional onslaught he’s about to put himself through. He has no idea what his wife has put in the case. He can only assume it’s stuff to make him remember her.

“Voyager,” the radio blurts out before breaking up. “W-w….got……..inter………plea…..che…” the message trails off and into a single beep.

Euan stands and rushes to his console. Kyle is the operator trying to reach him. “Kyle?” Euan says in response. “Please repeat the previous message.”

Static.

Then knocking.

Lights flicker.

“Kyle!?” Euan repeats, holding down the response button. “Please respond.”

Static, followed by deep breathing.

Suddenly, a deep vibration rattles the craft, and the lights switch off. Fear of mission failure kicks Euan into overdrive. As she rushes to the cockpit, unsure as to what’s happening, the lights flash back on, and the hum of the life support fills the silence.

“E-Euan….,” Static from the radio clears. “Report in, over! Status report! EUAN!”

Euan stands still, stunned. Panic deep in his chest as it rises and falls. “Voyager checking in,” he responds, catching his breath.”

“Ops are detecting strange activity on Voyager's computers,” Kyle explains. “It’s like something is downloading information….”

“What?”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Kyle laughs nervously. “I’ve been instructed to tell you to reset the system. While it’s rebooting, why don’t you try and get some sleep or maybe watch a film?”

“Understood,” Euan looks around his craft nervously. “Can I let you handle that, Kyle?”

“Yes,” the radio is clear, no static. “We’ll find the ghosts in the system, Euan. You just relax and get some sleep. We’ve gotta have you sharp for tomorrow’s trajectory shift.”

“Understood. Voyager over and out.”

Radio silence.

Only the hum of the air recycler can be heard.

Apprehensive, Euan steps back into the habitation module. He knows he needs to trust his support team. He might be alone on the Voyager, but he knows the guys back on Earth are always monitoring.

Taking off his shirt and cargo trousers, he readies himself to get a few hours of sleep. However, the box from his wife catches his attention.

“What have you given me here, Emma,” Euan chuckles lightly, pretending she’s in the craft with him.

He undoes the second buckle and slowly lifts the lid. Like his own personal treasure, the item inside lifts his spirits and makes him smile from ear to ear. His wig. His breastplate. His makeup bag. Some of his wife’s naughty undies and a selection of heels and dresses.

Sliding out his leg until he’s sitting on his ass, he searches through the box, he can’t help but laugh out loud. “Thank you, babe!”

With his shirt already off, he reaches for the breastplate. Double D’s. That is exactly what his wife suggested when they bought it. In her words. “A fun size for us both.”

Looking around the empty room, Euan quickly remembers he’s entirely alone. Millions of miles away, the nearest human. A perfect situation to let out his fem side.

Unbuckling the breastplate clasp, he threads his arms through the straps and fastens it to his chest. He’s lost a little weight since being in space, but they still cling perfectly to his chest. However, in zero gravity, they don’t hang as heavy as he remembers.

The lights flicker.

Euan stops, holding his chest like they are a part of him.

Knocking.

Then silence.

Shaking it off with a single rise of both his eyebrows, Euan reaches in for the sexy underwear. His wife’s favorite. She brought them in royal blue to go with his green eyes and ‘sexy little tush.’

The excitement gets the better of him. Before he even realizes that he’s about to be cross-dressing in space, he’s standing in panties and fastening his chest into a bra. He sits on the side of his cot, wanting nothing to bend over, and feels the warming embrace of his wife’s cock.

However, she’s not there with him, and his biscuit is left wanting.

Although he’s indeed comforted by the feminine attire she’s stashed onto Voyager for him, he dreams of her touch. Of her strong, dominating hand. A naughty thought crosses his mind. Maybe she’s packed her cock for him as a way of them loving each other across the cosmos.

He searches and doesn’t find it. However, he notices one dress that holds a great deal of significance for him. Its soft material brings a smile to this face.

Euan lifts a dress from the box. It’s the little black dress brought for him by his wife. It was the first time he dressed in front of her. It’s short, tight, and very alluring.

It makes him feel good about himself as he stuffs his body into it, but he’s become used to his wife’s lusting eyes, which are absent. He wants her to pin him against the nearest wall and run her hands up and down the dress.

He lets out a sigh and holds his chest.

With his hands resting on his rubber chest, Euan lays in his cot, allowing himself to enjoy the feel of lacey underwear—something very different from NASA’s general issue male underwear.

Just as he reaches down for a cheeky rummage of the tent pitching itself in his panties, the lights once again flicker, and a low, droning sound echoes off the walls.

“H-Human….?” A voice as soft as silk but as loud as thunder vibrates in Euans ears. “What are you doing?”

Euan’s heart skips a beat, and instantly, he becomes flaccid. With his mouth open wide, he dares not acknowledge the voice that spoke to him, assuming that he’s imagining things.

He throws his legs from his cot and places them on the metal floor. He wonders if ground control is playing a joke, but he can see the Hyperlink is not connected.

Adjusting the fit of his bra as his body begins to sweat, Euan stands and walks over to his personal console. The system is off. The screen is blank.

Even if he wanted to contact ground control—the system is rebooting.

He looks around nervously.

Like he’s a teenager again, his heart beats fast, like at any moment someone could walk in on him wearing his wife’s clothing. However, he knows that’s not possible, so why does he feel like someone is about to discover his secret feminine side.

Silence if but for the hum of the life support.

“Human,” the voice rings out once again. “Why are you wearing garments worn by the female of your species?”

Euan’s freezes still. His heart thuds so wild he can’t hear anything else.

“W-Who are you?” he asks, backing himself into a corner.

“I am curious,” the voice replies.

The lights flicker once again, and before Euan’s very eyes, a bright sparkle of light manifests directly in front of him. It moves unnaturally, flittering from console to equipment in the craft before stopping in front of Euan’s startled eyes.

“I am curious about you,” the voice within the spark says softly and without malice. “Do you wish to be a female….?”

In that instant of a second, Euan answers the question in his mind. No words are said, but the sparkle moves in close.

“Yes,” it asks. “I shall make you female.”

“W-What!?”

Euan pushes right up into the corner as his body becomes numb. Alarm systems on the Voyager sound out as Euan’s vitals change and spike.

Like putty in the hand of a god, he feels his body shaping, adjusting, and adapting. He can’t see the sparkle touching him, but all his other sense tells him he’s being held but something almost godly.

“Stop,” Euan screams out in confusion as the plastic tits attach to his chest begin to fill him with a tingling sensation. “Whatever you are, please don’t hurt me. We come in peace.” He shouts as his chest feels like it’s about to burst out in pleasure.

“I am curious,” the voice says once again as the tingling sensation moves from Euan’s chest to his crotch.

Euan moans like he’s been kicked in the balls. His stomach aches, and he feels sick. A tight pulling sensation makes him cramp over In pain.

“Female,” the voice says as his crotch begins to itch with a sensual warmth. “What is female?”

Bones crack. Fat deposits shift. Hands and feet shrink.

“Stop!” Euan cries out with someone else’s voice. “Please”

“Is this female?” the voice asks as the sparkle moves away and hovers at the other end of the habitation model.

Heart thudding widely in his chest, Euan can barely stand. He’s exhausted. His body feels heavy like he’s back on Earth. He looks down to see Double D’s on his chest, but they aren’t rubber. They are flesh.

“W-What did you do to me!?” he shrieks as frantic movement make his nipples push against the bra he’s wearing.

“Is this female?” The voice repeats.

Slowly, his eyes gaze past his breasts and to the sexy underwear riding up his backside. The thong is empty, fitting his body perfectly.

At times he’d longed for a vagina. Dreaming what it would be like to have one for real. Now, he has something down there. It’s not his penis; he can’t feel it like normal. But sensations from down there flood his mind. Urges that he’s only ever felt for his boi pussy. Urges to be filled.

“It’s itchy,” he comments, gazing at the sparkle in astonishment.

“Is this female?” It asks again.

A curious hand runs down his wide hips and onto his plump thigh. A fingertip works its way past his soft hairless stomach and towards his clit. His eyes grow wide as his fingers touch brush his vagina lips for the first time ever.

His mind is blown.

“Is this female?”

“Y-Yeah….,” Euan answers, allowing his finger to sink deeper into the folds of his vagina lips. “I…I think it might be…….”