Published: Feb 17, 2024

MY ONE-HUNDRETH CAPTION! I can't believe we got this far! I want to thank each and every one of you for supporting me all this time! I hope you enjoy!

You finally achieved your dream of getting a job at Calypso Aerospace Corporation, but during your first flight with a ship full of rich passengers, something occurs that causes an otherwise boring flight to become far more… interesting.

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It took a long time (and a lot of background checks), but I eventually got a job working at Calypso Aerospace Corporation. The company had been responsible for many recent and highly revolutionary developments in both aviation and spaceflight, finally allowing humanity much easier access to the stars. They had even established our first permanent colony on the Moon. My job wasn’t that of a pilot or some engineer, I was one of the stewards aboard one of the newest CAC-12s, a powerful SSTO spaceplane often referred to as “Bigfoot” due to its rather large landing gears. Even though the job of a steward was considered one traditionally reserved for women, I didn’t care. I was perfectly willing to do the job, or any job in this field for that matter, if it meant getting to experience my dream of going up into space. My first flight would be aboard AA013, and it was going to be one of the “pleasure” flights. It was a round-trip from Earth and back, going around the Moon in a slingshot orbit. These were the kinds of flights rich people typically went on, either “old money” looking to spice up their lives, or ones who had recently gained wealth, usually tech people, actors, or other “personalities”. I knew both groups of people could be handfuls, especially 20 of them, so I mentally prepared myself for the long, three-day flight. It was sure to be one hell of a crash course, that was certain.

The boarding, take-off, and ascent into space went off without a hitch, much to everyone’s relief. It was certainly a more violent process than a normal flight from, say, the United States to Europe, but once we had passed through the lower, then upper layers of the atmosphere, things became surprisingly calm and still. We experienced a brief hiccup with the artificial gravity, not activating automatically and instead having to be manually switched on, but other than that we were now set for the longer portion of the trip. All things considered, the whole thing was surprisingly… boring. Sure, it was neat to look out one of the windows and remember you were in space, but there wasn’t really all that much to actually do. I was the only male steward on the flight, meaning most of the passengers weren’t interested in asking me for anything. I was kinda grateful that they weren’t desperate for my attention, but it was still quite boring, all things considered. Plus, it could reflect badly on my ability to do this job, and I certainly didn’t want to come off as some kind of slacker or something like that.

Eventually, roughly 28 hours into the flight, we finally reached lunar orbit. Everyone crowded around the windows as the passengers got to see the Moon in all its gray, pockmarked glory. It was even possible to see Armstrong City near the South Pole from our approach angle, its orange-ish glow much sharper from up this close. As I gazed out the window, taking in the sight, you noticed a light off the Moon’s horizon which seemed to be getting closer. Before I knew it, said light seemed to accelerate towards the ship. I braced myself for some kind of impact, but instead my vision quickly flashed as several people could be heard yelling. I blinked several times, trying to regain focus as I suddenly realized how… different I felt. I looked down, immediately seeing why.

I now had breasts. Two large, womanly breasts. I was also dressed in a stewardess’ uniform, which seemed to be straining against my newfound curves. I shrieked in a new voice as my brain finally finished processing the changes, one of the other stewardesses, Tracy, now dressed in a male uniform and name tag labeled “Trevor”, running up to me, having been transformed into a man herself. None of us could understand what the hell just happened, but we did know one thing: the passengers were freaking out like there was no tomorrow. We were forced to run in and try to calm the situation as best we could.

Once there, it was pure pandemonium. It looked like everyone on the ship had been transformed just like Tracy and I. An older couple, retired from their time in the oil industry, had swapped genders and seemingly gained some of their years back, looking more like they were in their 40s now rather than their 90s. Having initially ignored one another for most of the flight, they were now making out with one another in full view of everyone. Some wealthy bodybuilder, influencer-type had undergone quite a drastic change, becoming a 6’8” bronzed amazon, so tall that her lucious black hair was rubbing against the top of her cabin when standing. The wealthiest passenger of them all, some fat billionaire involved in telecommunications, had transformed into some buxom, tanned gyaru in gaudy clothes, looking almost like a parody. She had broken down into tears, unable to handle having turned into what they were now. A high-strung businesswoman, the CFO of some tech company, had become a stern-faced and rather… handsome man with black hair, a chiseled jawline, and a nice suit. I went to check on the pilots, seeing they had also undergone similar changes to myself, having become fairly curvy women now dressed in swapped uniforms. Luckily for us, they were still fully capable of doing their jobs even with their new bodies, even if they suddenly seemed quite attracted to one another…

Trying to corral the circus of transformed people wasn’t too difficult at first, given how some of them seemed to be enjoying their changes. We did our best to reassure them all that we were trying to find out what happened, but the truth was we were just as clueless as they were. Once things began to die down, I quickly realized things were just beginning. Now that all the other stewardesses were men, some of the passengers wanted nothing to do with them, instead calling on me by name. If that wasn’t bad enough, these new heels I was forced to wear were completely foreign to me, causing me to trip and drop several things as I struggled to keep up with the new demand. I would have taken them off, but I needed them in case the artificial gravity started acting up again, since the soles contained magnets that would keep me from floating around helplessly should things suddenly become weightless in the ship’s interior.

Finally, after several more stressful hours, night mode was activated and the passengers were encouraged to sleep. Given everything that had happened, I was quite happy to try and get some shuteye since it was Trevor and I’s turn to rest. Unfortunately, that same “old” couple from before were in the cabin adjacent to the crew bunks, meaning I was forced to listen to the two of them going at it like wild animals. When I rolled over to try and face away from the wall, I noticed Trevor staring at me from over in the other bunk. As soon as our eyes met, his face went red and he moved his hand away from his crotch, hidden by a blanket. I knew exactly what he, former she, was trying to do, but rather than be offended, I found myself rather… flattered instead. As a woman, Tracy had been conventionally pretty, but the fact that she found my new form beautiful enough to jerk off to… stirred up new feelings in my gut. It was hot.

Without really thinking about it, I slowly walked over to Trevor’s bunk, putting my hand on his back and asking if I could join him. He seemed nervous, but slowly agreed, nodding as I locked the cabin door and got under the covers with him. Up close like this, I could feel his body heat and smell the sweat coming from his body. Both were intoxicating as I hugged him, rubbing his hair for a moment before I kissed him on the cheek. Seconds later, the two of us had begun to kiss each other passionately, putting our hands all over each other’s bodies as we began pulling each other’s uniforms off, exposing our sweaty new bodies to each other in full. I teased Trevor for a moment, telling him I’d show him how to use his new “equipment” before letting him penetrate my virgin lips.

By the time it was time for us to go back to work, the two of us had fully explored one another, becoming truly bonded in body and soul. I worked quickly to clean up Trevor’s “mess”, which was dripping down my leg, knowing the next time we’d do it would be even more mind-blowing than the first…