The technology of the Dionicians was astonishingly advanced, however, their understanding human culture was incomplete at best, informed by the fragments of century old broadcasts that had reached their world.
When my ship crashed on their planet and my body perished, they had the technology to preserve my mind and to build me a new body.
They meant this as a kindness, they constructed what they believed to be an ideal human body, based on the most complete human data they had, the satellite feed from 1990s late night cinemax.
They did not understand the importance of gender or the concept of “Adult oriented Fiction.” They just knew that bodies like this were the most valued in the broadcasts they receive, so, despite the fact that I was a 50 year old man when I crashed, I awoke, looking like an extra from “Busty Beach Bimbos 5.”