At the edge of the Milky Way, a starship sliced through glittering stardust. Human Citizen X was refitting his second body inside the ship.

Light projected onto Citizen X’s retina. He saw with his own eyes the maid sealed in a metal pod. She floated in pale green fluid, her looks and figure perfectly tuned to human taste. Flawless. Her skin glowed slightly. Waist-length silver hair spread like strands of moonlight.

She seemed to feel his gaze. Silver lashes lifted. Golden, star-bright eyes looked at him, a faint smile on her lips. Citizen X felt his gaze get snagged by her. He couldn’t look away.

He thought about all the RBQ features he’d customized into that pure, exquisite body. A flame surged in his chest, like a bunch of cat tails tickling at his heart. He couldn’t wait to end his 300-year virginity. Up and down. Front and back. Vertical and horizontal.

But the refit wasn’t done. He patiently fed her brain a library of positions. After the upload, he would give the maid a soul.

The data was huge. It needed time. He’d waited thirty years already. He could wait a little longer.

Suddenly, a warning pinged his mind. His starship had been locked.

Citizen X wasn’t surprised. He switched view and stared at the beams flashing in the far-off Tannhäuser Stargate. Each flash spat out a ship on his tail. He drove his little starship through the stars, dodging capture in vain.

“Citizen X, police suspect you illegally modified and enslaved a second body, violating the Augmented Persons Rights Act, Article 321. Stop fleeing and surrender now for leniency…”

“I’m never handing my maid to you!”

Citizen X replied, bitter and furious. In this world of political correctness that shackled every liberty, even a deviant who harmed no one wasn’t allowed to exist. What kept him alive in this unfree society was a small, shabby dream. He wanted a maid. A perfect beauty, great body, spending all day with him in bed, mind and body as one.

To realize it, he’d swallowed his disgust and joined the famed pervert hive—Trans Village. It was stuffed with the darlings of political correctness: a bunch of grown men who craved transformation. They called each other big sis, little sis, and RBQ. Their standard greeting was sniffing each other’s freshly peeled-off stockings. He sniffed exactly 1,087 stockings before earning the right to order a female second body.

It was worth it, sniffing 1,087 “original-scent” stockings. No one questioned why he wanted a female body tailored to every male fantasy: sweat that throws males into heat, juices that are actually sweet, tireless no matter how many, milk gushing everywhere. Stale tropes beaten to death by Trans Village seniors. They wanted the genuine RBQ life.

Everyone assumed Citizen X was the same. The moment he could, he quit Trans Village, resigned his job, and fled to a preplanned hidden workshop. He modded the second body into his maid. But before the refit was done, police somehow detected his intent to commit a crime. By law, once you grant an augmented person intelligence, they automatically gain citizenship. That made him an enslaver of another citizen. A felony. Starting at thirty years.

“Citizen X, stop fleeing. Drop your resistance. We are about to encircle you!”

Three ships bit down on his exhaust plume. Eighteen more surged to block his path, trying to throw a light net over him.

“Plan C, start.”

Citizen X stayed calm. He paused the maid’s refit, stowed her in the safest bay, and executed Plan C. Engine output jumped to 110%! 120%! The whole ship howled. It tore through the light net and rushed toward an Extremely Dangerous Sector.

The police were caught off guard.

“Citizen X, stop! The sector ahead is Extremely Dangerous. Stop immediately! The police guarantee your safety!”

Their ships slowed. In that sector, they didn’t dare go full speed. A century ago, humanity’s fleet faced a zerg incursion at the galactic rim. In the melee, both sides’ armadas tangled and fused, forming a system larger than the solar system. At war’s end, humanity decided to throw in every starship, forcing the system to collapse into a newborn star. At birth, its gravity imploded. It became a madly exploding supernova. Its light at birth lit the abyss between the Milky Way and the Ugly Maiden galaxy.

Citizen X dared to go full throttle. He had scouted this route. He was confident.

“Cowards.”

The police ships vanished from his “sight.” He let out a breath, stepped out of the cockpit, and reached to pour himself some fresh “mei-juice” as an early reward. The solid metal wall suddenly warped. A flood of alarms slammed into his head.

“Space distortion—”

He only “heard” those two words before he blacked out.

When he came to, the starship that had been with him for seventy-eight years was gone. Only one lifepod remained. He hurried to check the fault log. Ship destroyed. Body obliterated. The computer had done an emergency upload of his mind for preservation. Humanity had long said goodbye to flesh. Thought was data now.

So that meant—? Citizen X jolted. The only body left was the maid he had custom-built. Before he could brace himself, the pod had already reached a life-bearing planet. It nosed into the atmosphere and injected him into the maid’s body. And just like that, his 300-year virginity officially said goodbye.

As the pod burned through the sky, it fed scan data into her. The world’s civilization was roughly medieval. She saw thousands in crude iron armor hacking each other with brute force, splashing blood across the muck. Ragged, starving refugees moved in packs. Someone butchered a corpse and roasted the meat. Suffering peasants beat the earth with wooden tools. And someone’s hand suddenly flared with fire, searing an enemy.

Primitive. But to her, full of hope. In ancient times, 1946, humans built a three-story-tall computer that did 5,000 ops a second. Fifty years later, the same compute fit on a fingernail. In the modern era, every citizen’s brain could simulate the orbits of every planet in the Milky Way. She felt the future blaze with possibility. No red tape here. No damned political correctness. On this techless world, she could roll out technology and uplift the masses of another world. As for payment, build me a palace packed with maids.

She thought, excited. The only buzzkill: he had become she.

“It’s just a gender swap… what’s… what’s not to accept…”

Suddenly, a human woman popped up before his eyes, warm and bubbly as she introduced the body. It was the body’s intro video.

“Citizen X, welcome to this body. A quick intro. Your sweat can put all male organisms into heat. Don’t worry about getting worn out. By design, this body can take multiple males at once. It hurts at first, but you’ll soon feel pleasure. The more participants, the higher the pleasure. We recommend you try a forest on a primitive planet.” Behind her, a simplified graphic showed someone doing it with multiple creatures at once. Citizen X felt a wave of nausea. If he had a mouth, he would’ve puked. “Friendly tip. When males are exhausted, your milk can restore their stamina and wounds in a short time. May it bring you ultimate phys—”

Citizen X fumbled for a long moment and finally shut the video off.

“Screw you, you perv. Total buzzkill!”

The ground rushed up. The lifepod streaked like a meteor, cut the blue sky, and fell toward a dead forest.

The injection glitched. Initialization required. She blacked out again. Before she did, the last frame piped into her brain was a Golden Fur primitive with a face full of terror, and two horses charred to cinders.

“Beautiful otherworld, here I come,” she thought at the last moment, and lost consciousness.