"How long will the proceedure take?", you groggily ask as you sit up.
The pale green alien looks at you with their shiny, voidlike eyes, "Proceedure?", they inquire mouthlessly, directly into your mind with a gentle tone, "There aren't any others."
You stiffen, taken aback, but not with fear, just confusion. The andromedan clearly notices.
"Ah, yes, some memory loss is to be expected, but it will return soon enough.", they gesture towards a holographic display, which rearranges itself into a recognizable Earth-time clock, "You've been unconsious for five hours after your adjustment began. Honestly, the fact you're only about sixty percent converted after this long is unusual.", they pause, noticing you slightly wince, "Not concerning, just unusual. Teran biology is... difficult sometimes when prompted to change."
Despite not having a mouth, you can feel the petite alien smiling at you reassuringly.
"Oh... sixty percent, huh?", you ask while
looking down at your upturned palms. Their familiar peach hue has shifted to olive, and your ring and middle fingers have nearly completely melded together. Your gaze continues downwards; hips widened, thighs fattened, calves streamlined, and your feet are basically little fleshy hooves now. All the same pleasant green, not unlike your extragalactic friend standing across from you.
"Okay... cool...", you state somewhat hazily. A total tranformation from one species to another in such a short span of time sounded ridiculous, but it was explained that the andromedans have become experts at it. The process is indeed fast and painless, but quite disorienting.
You reach up to inspect a mild itch on your head, blindly feeling out two parallel lines like thick cables trying to bulge out of your now bald scalp. They are pleasurably sensitive to your fingers awkwardly scanning across them.
"The antennae always take the longest to come in when converting species that don't already have them.", your compatriot calmly slips into your thoughts.
"Right... right...", you reply slowly, "Something about the neuron branches needing extra time to grow?"
The alien nods.
You're starting to remember now, still hazy, but it's getting there.
You struggle to blink, your eyes feeling almost too big for their lids, and look around. Though certain colors seem more vibrant, and a few are ones you aren't even sure you recognize, you DO recognize this place now; the infirmary of your friend's ship. They must've taken you here when you...
"Passed out.", Z'zemios finishes your thought for you, "And hey! You've remembered my name, too! Your memory is recovering just fine, it seems."
You attempt to let out a relaxed sigh, but can't seem to open your mouth to do so. You reach your hand up to your face, and find naught but a smooth, short muzzle. Normally, this would cause panic, but with your memory recrystalizing, this was expected.
Z'zemios nods, "Yeah, you didn't even realize you haven't been speaking this entire time, did you?", you feel his friendly chuckle echo in your thoughts, "Really does come naturally almost as soon as the xenocells take hold in certain areas of the brain."
He swipes at the holodisplay, and it shifts to an assortment of symbols you recognize as andromedan, but can't read.
"What do you think this says?", Z'zemios inquires.
Without really processing their supposed meaning, you thoughtcast back to him "If you can read this, ur a- Hey!"
He laughs raucously in your mind.
Your mild frustration at getting got fizzles as you realize you read it flawlessly without consciously understanding the symbols.
"So THAT'S what you meant by how mindtext works.", you think at him. He nods, and changes the holodisplay once more. You again intuit the meaning. "Check my head again?"
You oblige, running your hands over your scalp, but they're stopped by now erect antennae, each about as big around as one of your fingers, but, as you glide your hands over them, about half a meter long, and still sensitive.
"Rad.", you mentally murmur.
Z'zemios implies a smirk, "That and EM frequencies is mostly what they pick up, yes. And thoughtcasts, of course. I think there's a species in your galaxy who have similar antennae? Anyway, with those having sprouted, your conversion should be just about done!".
Z'zemios flicks the holodisplay, and it shimmers into a more opaque projection; a feed from an unseen camera acting as a mirror.
You observe your new self, excitedly running your hands over horn-like protrusions on the sides of your head you hadn't noticed before. The mirrored figure staring back at you is a verdant, mouthless xenoform with shiny black eyes, slender limbs (aside from your disproportionately plump thighs), and a diminutive stature. While not as short as your naturally andromedan friend, you've definitely lost a few dozen centimeters, all this combining to likely be called a "little green man" by your (former) fellow Terans.
You radiate glee.
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