I'm sure you have heard plenty of stories from people that claim to have been abducted by aliens. Fact is, a lot of them are actually true. How do I know this? I was abducted myself.

I was jogging in the park and suddenly there was this light around me. Next thing I know I felt my body dissolve and then solidify again. Inside a spaceship. With aliens.

Well, if you're still reading by now, then you must not believe I'm one hundred percent crazy. That's what they want you to believe, make people like us feel ridiculed and eventually even question ourselves. Did that really happen or was I dreaming?

Anyhow, yes, I met the aliens. And they were really not that scary, once you accept there's more than just human life. They look very much like the pictures you see when aliens are discussed. Big green heads, big black eyes, a tiny nose, no mouth, no ears. All on a four foot frame, tops. Thin arms and legs, no muscles that I could see, and dressed in a shapeless gray overall. No buttons, no zipper, or any seams that I could see.

I know I should have freaked out, and probably start smashing some of them around, but for some reason I was extremely calm, like I knew nothing bad was going to happen to me.

Just like you I've heard the stories about the terrible experiments they do on you, while being strapped to a metal frame. But nothing like that, if nothing else they were politely pointing at a very comfy looking bed. They did not speak or make any sound, and not seeing any ears on them, and not reacting to any of my questions, I wondered if they were simply deaf.

Seeing no harm I climbed on the bed and it was indeed more comfortable than any hotel or hospital bed I've been in. I say hospital, because they took my vitals very efficiently. Yet nowhere did I see a screen that showed my temperature or blood pressure, nor did they write anything down. It was like they simply remembered it all.

I was in just my shorts and a t-shirt and somehow I knew they wanted me to take my top of. They looked at my scar where my appendix had been taken out, and suddenly the scar was gone. Similarly, an old spot where I had a severe skin burn years ago, looked normal again, just like that. Talk about burns, same way my heartburn was gone, caused by eating a very spicy pepperoni pizza just before I went jogging, yeah I'm that kind of a guy... Then an old tattoo on my leg, that I had tried to get removed, leaving an ugly spot, was cleaned up, as was every blemish I knew I had on my skin. The only thing awkward was that they must have thought my body hair was unnecessary, since that all disappeared as well.

Suddenly all aliens but one left the room. My impression was the one who stayed behind was female, given some extra curves, yet hardly noticeable under the boring clothes. She had a sort of towel that she spread over my belly and below. Then she started pulling my shorts and underwear down. It was like what a nurse would do in a hospital again, without exposing my privates, thanks to the towel.

Okay, for the next part it did get a bit more uncomfortable, as she probed under the towel and I could feel her fingers touching me. Then she took a brief peek and the examination was done, in less than thirty seconds, before I could really get concerned. Suddenly the towel started expanding, covering my chest and all of my legs, and just like that I was wearing a similar overall like the aliens had been wearing. It felt comfortable and warm and hardly weighed a thing.

The nurse, or doctor, or whatever she was left the room, and somehow I felt like she was grateful for my patience and I was free to move around. It was the first time that I realized that these aliens perhaps communicated through telepathy, which would explain the lack of mouth and ears. And I knew that my whole life I have sensed what people were thinking, and it seemed to work here as well.

I got up from the bed and saw my clothes neatly folded and my watch and phone next to it. I checked my phone and although I had no signal, everything else was working fine. The time told me I had been here less than an hour. Suddenly I felt a tremendous urge to look at my stories and pictures that I have in a hidden folder. I knew it wasn't smart to expose myself, but it gave me great comfort to look at my treasures.

I sat down on the bed and I set the filter to just show my favorites. Beautiful women in latex and leather dresses, many hiding a very male piece under their skirts. I know I'm not gay, but somehow transgendered women get my blood boiling. My fantasies to be with such a woman caused me to grow hard, yet as unshapely my suit was, there was no room for my member to expand.

Suddenly out of nowhere a screen above the bed started showing the same images as I had on my phone. It was like a life sized projection and when I laid on my back I saw the incredible detail in a perfect 3D rendition of my own pictures. I could only stare up in awe, seeing these women that I have masturbated over so many times, in such quality, like I could touch them.

I couldn't help myself and started rubbing my crotch, which didn't do anything because of the unknown material of the suit I was wearing. I wished it was like a skirt, so I had better access, and just like that it was.

I knew this needed more investigation, but my mind was beyond that right now. And my hands easily found my member now under the skirt, and no longer restricted, it grew in seconds.

Looking at the detail of my fantasy woman in her leather dress, which was bare in the crotch area, showing off her perfect erect dick, I started pumping my own. I knew they were probably watching me, but I didn't care. I'll give them a good show. That thought, combined with my fantasy, as well as the thought that I was wearing female attire myself now, pushed me over the edge real quickly. And without caring too much where my gunk would land I shot it up in the air, towards my fantasy woman.

One string landed on my face, half in my open mouth, and before I realized it, I sucked the whole blob in my mouth and swallowed it. My hand by now squeezed the last bit from my dick and I licked my hand clean, something I'd never done before. Slowly I came back to my senses and I wished for a different picture, the one of Angelina Jolie in a long leather gown, that always calms me down, and just like that, exactly that picture appeared above me in the same 3D quality.

I pulled my skirt down, so that I was no longer exposed and enjoyed the scene. Then it clicked in my brain, somehow the screen had read my mind and responded to it. I started experimenting, concentrating on different pictures I knew were on my phone, and without failure they appeared on the screen. Then I thought of a little kitten I'd seen recently online, and I knew it wasn't on my phone, but it still appeared.

So it must not be using my phone somehow, yet get the images straight from my brain.

I wanted to think this over a bit more, but I suddenly had to pee. And that got worse real quickly, not knowing where the bathroom was in here. I just wished I knew how to get rid of it, and then it was. Just like that, my urge to pee was gone and I felt relieved.

Now I was intrigued. I looked at my phone, saw the battery down to forty percent, and wished it was fully charged. And suddenly it was back at one hundred percent. My mouth dried from sucking in my breath and the thought of moistening it made it wet. And with my heartburn gone I wished for a snack, but rather than seeing a burger materialize in front of me, the little room in my tummy was filled and gone was the need.

Is that how the aliens eat without a mouth? And how they go to the bathroom because they don't have a... you know.

When I came to that conclusion I suddenly saw a light on the wall blinking. Somehow I knew it was meant for me. I jumped off the bed and without a thought pulled my skirt straight. I needed shoes though and a second later I walked on some strappy boots to the light. Didn't even notice the three inch heels, so easily I walked in them.

Approaching the light, a door slid open, and I saw another light blinking farther down. I passed aliens, who did not bother to stop me, or pay me any attention at all. More doors opened with the blinking light guiding me deeper into the ship. I knew it instantly when I had reached my destination. It looked like a bedroom, but the window took my breath away. I looked into outer space, saw a million stars and a planet close by. If I hadn't figured I was on a spaceship, then right now there was no doubt about it. Then I saw her...

She had stood in a corner while I admired the look outside. But when she moved, I held my breath. She was still an alien, with the large green head and black eyes. But no longer dressed in the shapeless overall, but in the leather dress of my fantasy girl. And she had the curves to fill it perfectly. She was still much smaller than me, despite her towering heels, but the proportion of her legs and body seemed just right. And my manhood reacted accordingly.

I could feel the sexual tension. And the movement of her arm was barely visible but I knew she wanted me, on her, on the bed. The smooth way she draped her body on the bed, by the time I finished the three steps, her breasts were sticking up, like there was no gravity here, just covered by a thin layer of leather.

I wasn't thinking, just reacting on instinct, and my mouth was on her nipple, sucking through the leather, while I squeezed the other between my thumb and finger. Then a brainwave hit me in my face, literally. I could sense her feelings, her thoughts, and it had nothing to do with me, the experiment, and everything with how sensitive her nipples were, and how amazing my mouth on it felt, and how it shot straight to her crotch.

Her next thought was for her dick, how it went instantly hard, like it had a life on its own. Something I could confirm, as I could feel it grow under me. Her dress simply split open and her green monster jumped out. Her lust was overtaking my own senses and I simply moved down on her and took it in my mouth. That gave a second whammy and for a few seconds I didn't know what my thoughts, my feelings were, and what hers. But everything in her mind now concentrated on the new feeling I gave her with my mouth. And thus, I added a finger, maybe two.

Right behind her monster, where I expected a scrotum, was her pussy, hot and wet. I plunged my fingers in and I could sense her going in overload. Somehow I managed to insert my own thoughts in the mix, and I brought her down a notch without letting go. I sensed a form of love from her for me, as she realized I offered something her race had missed for a very long time. But there was no time to contemplate, as I brought her very fast to the first orgasm of her life.

When she came, she soaked my fingers and shot her seed into my mouth. Green alien seed, you think, must be worse than brussels sprouts, right? Wrong! It was nectar, honey, sugar, juice. I gulped it in, sucking for more, and getting three more loads before she came down. Our thoughts were now aligned as we both enjoyed the experience. I moved up, aiming my own rock-hard member at her pussy, as my own dress, that somehow had changed into black leather as well, had opened up in the crotch area.

And I slid right into her still soaking snatch, with my hands on her waist as she had hers on my own hard nipples. I didn't even wonder about the fact I had breasts now, that felt so good, the way she squeezed them, the nerves leading straight to my hard-on inside her. She was milking it, with muscles much stronger than any human female. I knew I would not be released unless, or maybe until, I shot my load into her.

And when I did I screamed in a female voice and I heard her scream inside my head. Now it was her milking me, and the power of it almost made me pass out. Almost.

The moment we finally relaxed and I draped my body over hers, our breasts teasing each other now, I felt love in return. Yes, I was abducted perhaps, but never treated badly, my body improved and now enhanced. I had become the woman I apparently, deep down in my mind, always wanted to be, although still with male genitalia, like the pictures I had secretly fallen in love with.

Her voice was in my head now. She was excited, they finally had managed a way to make contact with the human race. And she was grateful, as her own race had long given up on the physical sex we just had. It was so much easier to just teleport the seed straight into the womb, in the same way they fed and disposed waste. But with the ease, they had lost the passion, the sex, the cumming, the joy. And I had brought it back to her, and the computer had shared it with the rest, while it adapted me to be more in line with my own desires and her newly discovered preferences. She promised me more sex, until she was pregnant from me, and I from her.

I laughed at that, I may look like a woman now, but I was still a male by sex. No pregnancy for me. But she insisted, and a second after I realized her member had life again, I felt a pressure behind my scrotum, and suddenly I felt her inside me. I screamed now, in my head, and probably for real, as I should not be able to feel this, yet her dick slid deeper inside me. There was a slight tear, more of a shock than pain, and then it became pleasurable. She held me on my hips, her member now rocking in and out of me, and then she went deep. And I squeezed muscles I never had before around her to hold her inside me. I went hot and wet in mere seconds. I could hear a sopping sound as she drove me hard by now. And I lost total control as my first female orgasm rocked me. I felt it in every part of my body and before it subsided I had my second. On my third she came with me, and I felt her sweet seed deep inside me.

When she finally pulled out I was shocked. But her soothing thoughts calmed me down. Even for them, with all their technology, telepathy, telekinesis and teleportation, it was still a random chance, a long shot to get pregnant. But the statistical probability increased with every attempt and that's why I would be seeing her very often for the next couple of days.

Don't worry, she said in my head, you can stay here until you give birth, or you can go back to your planet, but we'll be checking up on you regularly, to make sure there are no complications. But how could this be, I wondered, we're different creatures, we could not possibly be compatible. She laughed at that, many thousands of years ago, her race had mixed their DNA with the early human race. It made us smarter and better suited to evolve, but it also made us compatible. They'd done it many times on different planets.

It was time for me to leave, but I had one more question. What's your name? I never got your name. It took her a second to comprehend my question, then she answered, I don't have a name. It's another thing we gave up long ago. We exist to run this ship, to fulfill the bigger plan. I do whatever task is needed and the ship takes care of my needs. But now I want more, so I name myself Ramona. What about you, now that you identify as female?

She was right, I needed a new name, and instantly I knew it was Elizabeth. Mona and Lisa, I joked in my head, and Ramona laughed at it. Nothing is private anymore apparently.

I was in tune now with the ship's computer, and just needing directions back to my cabin, made the blinking light lead my way again. I saw a few aliens no longer in the standard overall but in a sexy outfit, like my own. My being here has clearly affected a lot of, eeeehhh, aliens.

Back in what I now considered my own room, I was only interacting with the computer. The plan was fairly simple really. I was to go back to Earth and find people like myself, empathic and with transgender desires, willing to mate with the aliens and thus mixing and spreading DNA. This would get the aliens out of the funk they'd been in for thousands of years now. They would spread the new generation to other ships and eventually to the home planet. Likewise we would spread out across Earth and eventually prepare humans for their own place in the galactic community.

As Ramona and I were technically a couple, or married if you like, until both our kids were born, we would be in close contact, telepathically. And I would bring some tele-skills with me back to Earth, enough to convince people that this is real and nothing to be scared of. I knew however that most people would still be hard to convince, as denial is the typical choice over believing, but it would sure be fun to try. I think I'll start with the transgender community as they'll be more likely to be open-minded.