I jumped back and Becky slapped his hand. “Hey!”

For several seconds, Nate bunched his hand into a tight fist before he relaxed it.

Becky’s lips thinned. “I called you to warn you. Not so you can gawk or touch. There’s two of them around. Didn’t want the other one attacking you.”

Becky gave a quick rundown of the kitchen incident.

“Good to know,” said Nate.

His steady stare turned to me. “So how long until you’re knocked up and giving birth to some half-alien freak? They going to cut you open and yank it out of you?”

My eyes widened. I’m sure I wouldn’t cry but this body was a mess of hormones. I used to think my old body was bad with spontaneous erections and all that. Now I say I was lucky. I used to get just horny. Now I had to add emotional to that.

His nose wrinkled. “Smells like pussy. Almost...” His gaze linked on my chain and then went down. “Is that what they gave you? A pussy? Had a man in there yet?”

My heart raced. As a guy, I never really had to worry about... a man attacking me in that way. Sure, it happened to others, but I was male on a mostly straight world. Now? I was Omega. Matros said Volardi wouldn’t attack me, but I was on Earth now.

Nate, wouldn’t do something with Becky here. Just imagining was enough to make me fight to remain standing.

Becky’s voice lowered. “Okay. That’s enough. Leave him be.”

He turned toward her and looked down. “I’ll say when it’s enough. I always knew he wasn’t a real guy. This proves it.” He winked. “So whatcha say girlie? Want to test out a real man?”

I blinked slowly. Nate wasn’t gay, and this was his way to get under my skin. Still, the thought of him in that way made my skin crawl. Great, guys propositioning me for sex. Wonderful.

I wanted to say something clever that would demean him but nothing came. Instead, I concentrated on slowing my breathing and heart rate.

She puffed out her cheeks before she spoke. “Really? You’re talking about fucking my brother... in front of me?”

“He turned himself into a bitch for aliens. Not my fault.”

I didn’t agree with this logic. Judging from the flushed skin and flared out nostrils, Becky didn’t either.

The crunch of gravel took us out of whatever situation we were in. That had to be my Pa. Most people would use a hover-car and arrive semi-silently. He still used good old human technology.

Seeing him as the new me was something I dreaded ever since I came up with this new plan. Now it was a relief – even if a mixed one. Asking for Nate to leave would be useless. Someone like him would stay out of spite, to assert his masculinity. He stood still knowing I’d have to squeeze past him. Either my hips or chained nipples would have to rub against him. I choose my ass.