Welcome to the Galaxy

It’s a Nightmare

Helion became sentient again. The time loss was irrelevant, it had seemed instantaneous. Bright lights effected his eyes. He felt a chill as he was expelled from a cave that had been keep him warm.

“It’s a girl Madam. What would you like to name her?” An odd looking creature said to the woman that just gave birth to him.

Helion hoped he wasn’t reborn in the Milky Way. This place was so backwards he wouldn’t be able to get home and get his own body back. Being born a woman was bad but he could get his essence moved into a clone. That was just standard practice among evolved races in the universe, when someone was reborn and remembered their past life. Others preferred to just start over. They usually shitty lives already.

“I’ll call her Helga.” His new mother responded.

Helion started to cry. The name sounded too strange to be from an advanced society. At least he could understand what they were saying. His eyes didn’t seem to work very well yet. Everything was blurry.

Helion hated life for a while. He wasn’t able to move on his own at all. This body was weak and he had to s**t himself and lay in it. He screamed like crazy every time there was a mess in his shorts. The house was cold and miserable all the time. His parents kept him wrapped up in bags hat weren’t comfortable either. This was easily the worse his life had ever been. He expected to die any moment from this treatment. That prospect didn’t frighten him much. He could be reborn again to a better family. At least one with money. The house was little better Han a hut and was smaller than his old closet had been. These conditions were unbearable. 

Nothing improved as he grew up. He was forced to work in a garden with his mother. Wearing dresses and squatting to relieve himself. He was forced to learn how to sow and make blankets too. This was work so beneath his talents, he could barely stand it. Getting supplies to build his time travel device would be impossible  with this family. 

To make matters worse they seemed to only have a few metal tools in the entire house. They weren’t even good metals. They were iron. He could make due with gold and platinum in a pinch. He could transmute them into useable metals. Obviously he would have to make a transmutation chamber for that. His five year old female body would work for that if he could find materials. He never had any free time though.

Being poor sucked. He felt like he used all his good luck up in his last life. He had been born into a peasant family. He was in something called a Kingdom. It was so backwards he had never heard of it. Most places had free people, governing bodies only caused wars and had been abolished in advanced systems. To have a single tyrant in charge was absurd to Helion. 

He learned quick not to ask scientific questions to his mother or father. They had no idea what he was talking about. They took her to see a priest just to make sure she wasn’t possessed. 

Life carried on much the same for the next eight years. He was forced to learn women’s work of the time. Washing, cooking, cleaning and how to take care of babies. His mother seemed to pop out another one ever year for a lot of years. The whole time Helga’s workload increased and his ability to scheme how to acquire materials for his escape plan decreased.

Then the unthinkable happened. He started bleeding out from between his legs. He was sure he was going to die. His breast started growing fast too. The damn things started getting in his way. He couldn’t run fast without them bouncing uncomfortably either. The boys stared at him a lot and he was teased constantly. He wasn’t at all interested in boys. Being a women, he got plenty of closeups of the female of this species. They weren’t terribly unattractive. They were dumb as rocks compared to his race. 

Books and reading materials were not even available to Helion. He was old enough to take care of himself now. His mother was already talking about marrying him off to a landholder. He wasn’t interested in that. He would probably have a little more access to materials but he’d be birthing babies most of the time. If his mother’s lot was the same as the one he would have to endure. He decided to run away and take his chances. It was time to end this nightmare.