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Sometimes, fate can always change in ways we never imagine, and then some.
But, being stripped naked, and being strapped to a lab table was not the way Charles 'Chuck' T. Baker, an astronaut, wanted to spend his time before he left Planet 51.
"I can't believe you're doing this!" Chuck snapped to General Grawl, the owner of Base 9. "This is... well... it's preposterous!"
General Grawl sighed as he stared at Chuck. "Have you not learnt anything at all?" he asked.
Chuck looked at Grawl. "In my youth, I have learnt that there's a difference between right and wrong." he said bluntly.
Grawl stared at Chuck indignantly. "That's quite true, but to us, it's only the start of what is called 'conflict' in your universe. But that can all be solved with science; science far beyond yours."
"Huh?" Chuck said, confused. "You see," General Grawl said to Chuck, "the universe is not as black & white as you somehow seem to think. You can do the wrong things for the right reasons."
"What?" Chuck said, confused. "It's simple." Grawl said. "In that astronaut costume you were in when you arrived, we instantly guessed you were an alien. But when we saw what you really were in that costume, it just seemed you were... different. But we also planned to change all that." How?" Chuck asked. "Kipple designed a fluid mixed with some of our DNA; made to turn your species into ours. We tried it on a guy like you some years back; a guy called Nick Armstrong, one of the first people to find our planet."
On those words, Chuck realized something. "Yeah, I'd heard of him since I was a kid. He was the grandson of a famous astronaut who disappeared without a trace. And that's what inspired me to be an astronaut."
Grawl stared, and then grinned. "You've got brains, I'll give you that. Brains that I want. And very soon, the citizens will believe you're not the alien that's come to wreak destruction on our planet. They will believe you..." Grawl paused impressively. "...are one of us."
"But would the citizens of this world even believe I'm one of them?" Chuck asked.
"Of course not." Grawl said. "Well, not yet, anyway." Chuck was confused. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Grawl grinned. "You will find out soon enough." he said as he left.
This left Chuck more puzzled than ever. Kipple walked up with a needle shot full of the aforementioned green fluid.
Professor Kipple bravely went up, and reaching under the tarpaulin that covered the naked astronaut's body, positioned the needle with the green fluid on Chuck's side, just above his butt.
"This is stupid." Chuck said. "Don't think of it like that." Kipple said, "Technically, you're doing our planet a favour." Kipple injected Chuck with the green transmutation fluid. Chuck winced, and his toes curled.
There was a short slience for a minute or two. then...
Professor Kipple removed the tarpaulin, exposing Chuck's fully naked body.
Almost a second after that, Chuck saw his belly button. It got smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller till...
POOF! it vanished!
Chuck's eyes widened. Then, his nipples began to shrink too. They got smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller till...
POOF! They vanished too!
Then, Grawl saw his penis.
"That's a strange place for his antenna." Grawl said to no one in particular.
Then, Chuck's penis began shrinking! SUDDENLY, it disappeared.
Chuck saw a small spot, a spot in the colour of the skin of Lem and the other Planet 51 inhabitants, appear on the spot where his bellybutton used to be. Slowly, but surely, it started to grow, tinting his skin. Soon, his body had turned completely green.
His feet and hands were next to change; they changed into the style of the aliens from Planet 51. Finally, Chuck gained the Planet 51 inhabitants' antenna on his head.
Captain Charles 'Chuck' T. Baker now looked exactly like a Planet 51 alien, with the head shape of his normal human head.