Where No Man Has Gone Before

"Three, maybe Four Thousand years," she said with a shrug.

"My life span is only 100 years, give or take 20," wow, imagine looking like a 19- year-old super model for 410 years and still being a teenager.

"Yes, but you are no longer on your world," she grinned, "When you were changed it was at the genetic level. You will live as long as we."

I was crying again. (Hey, I just found out she gave me more 3,000 years, sue me!)

She got that puzzled looked again.

I hugged her (Believe me, you'd do a lot of hugging her too, as hot as she looked, especially if you had a set of hooters like mine.) and said, "Now I am sure I love you."

"Even though you will have, a full year of servitude?"
"Will it be hard, or painful? What will I have to do?" She had me worried now.

Now she blushed again and with the look of a woman who had made a decision, said, "Be my companion."

My jaw dropped almost to the deck. Okay, so I had lost my manhood. At least now, I was a young, beautiful woman. (To tell the truth I was barely an average looking man.) I'm going to live another 3,000 years, and in exchange for this, I only have to be her companion for one year? Pinch me! Hell, I had to put in 4 years with the Marines, and all I got from them was, screwed. Of course, I might be in the same jam, but this screwing looks much more palatable! Time to check for the hook.

"Are you going to hurt me, or beat me?

"No."

"Do I have to wear men's cloths?"

"Do you want to?"

Both hands palm out presenting my naked self I said, "With this body? Not a chance." On to more questions, "Are you going to give me to any mean people?"

"No."

By this time, we were sitting on the floor with our foreheads nearly together (Yes, I know, just like a pajama party, except I have no Jammies, and I have an ass that would make Cheryl Tiegs Jealous.). "Do I have to do anything life threatening?"