Is it this Omega body or something else?

Was Becky… and others right about me?

He could have had his way with me and then sent me down to Earth. Instead, he folded his arms and stared up into the blue-lit ceiling. Speculation went through my head. Anger from being taken from his kingdom was the best guess. Something I could somewhat understand. I wasn’t happy with what happened even if I still had trouble believing it myself. Another part of me wondered if he didn’t want to get to know me since we’d be separated soon. I’d be back on Earth and him to whatever water planet he ruled on. Hell, I’d be a real man again if my plan worked.

My gaze went off into the nighttime darkness. It’s not that I liked being an Omega. Hell, I wasn’t. I was still Peter inside. Still, there was ‘something’ about being found attractive. I’ve never been lucky with women and that look I saw...

I’m not sure what it was but for a short moment, I felt... what? Instant desire?

I shook off the thought. Even if that was a nice feeling, I couldn’t pay the cost.

Although, it may not be up to me. If things go wrong tomorrow, I’ll be like this forever.

***

I got up and didn’t shower. Jokes about how that was ‘bachelor-like’ lingered in my mind. Tiny microscopic things in the air cleaned me while I slept.

Just as well, I wanted nothing to make me second guess the change. Being in the shower with new parts wasn’t a temptation I needed. Normally I wouldn’t worry but my plans haven’t been up to my expectations. Then there was something else I couldn’t figure out.

The first men the Volardi picked were… well, confirmed gays. Some jumped at the chance to still be gay and have a baby. I didn’t understand why someone would want to get knocked up… especially if you were a guy. Still, for whatever reason they wanted it, and the Volardi gave it to them.

But what about the others?

Certainly, they were out of willing, tiny gays. How many men were out there that were ‘questioning’? There couldn’t be a lot. How many were like me? They got tricked, manipulated, or even… ‘strongly suggested’ by the military. Still, nobody changed back. Was it fear of the Volardi or something else?

Either they got forced or being an Omega’s that good?

I shook my head. Can’t be… can it?

It wasn’t a question I could answer, so I got dressed. I thought about picking something Peter would wear. Instead, I had to wear my robe, kilt and claiming collar. I looked in the mirror and hoped the chains wouldn’t be noticeable through the fine, white material.

I turned to Matros. He stood with his hands on his hips with thick biceps flexed. Sure, he was dotted with flecks and those purple eyes took getting used to. Still, there are plenty of girls that would consider him ‘country handsome’.