â€œArthur Lewis Jacobson of Earth. You are here and in the presence of these Justicars found guilty of engaging in sexual conduct with Ilexya Eiin Dephryn without her consent. By treaty #84753 between Earth and UngÃ¶thein, you are hereby relinquished to the Justicars for sentencing and punishment. Have you any words to say before the sentence is pronounced?â€
Artie waited for the mechanical translation piped into his holding tube to finish, then sneered at the device. He still couldnâ€™t believe that Earth had agreed to a treaty that deprived a free Terran citizen of his rights while off-planet, but there was no use arguing now. No one had been sent to defend him, and the one brief message that the UN had tendered had said â€œYouâ€™re on your own,â€ in exactly so many words.
Artie was no lawyer, but he still knew better than to say anything. The judges hadnâ€™t believed him the first time heâ€™d said the chick totally wanted him, and they wouldnâ€™t this time, either. It wasnâ€™t like he hadnâ€™t told her what alcohol did before letting her try it. It was just another case of some dumb slut thinking she could â€˜take it backâ€™ after sheâ€™d already fucked a guy. â€œNo,â€ he said shortly, glowering at the Justicars as he heard their own translator box spout some sort of gibberish that must have equaled a negation.
The chief justice nodded gravely, the turned to address the court secretary. â€œArrange Arthur Lewis Jacobsonâ€™s transport back to Earth for tomorrow morning, first hour.â€
Artie gaped. All of that hype for this? The trial, the holding tube, the Justicarsâ€¦ and here he was getting sent home tomorrow! What a lucky break. His grin was so wide with relief that he almost missed the chief justiceâ€™s next words as the creature turned to face him.
â€œArthur Lewis Jacobson, as is the custom and the law, you are now bound to receive as punishment the same wrongdoing that you have perpetrated upon others. This sentence will be carried out immediately following your discharge from this courtroom. You will then be returned to your home planet.â€
The sameâ€¦ what the hell? Artie blanched as he listened intently to the translator, then swallowed. His smug demeanor dropped instantly, replaced by a cold sense of foreboding and a stomach-turning knot of fear. Oh my godâ€¦ they canâ€™t actually mean theyâ€™re going toâ€¦ â€œThatâ€™s barbaric!â€ he cried out. He knew sodomy was all right by some people, but he wasnâ€™t one of them, no sir.
The chief justice continued without pity or emotion. â€œSince your action took advantage of the female nature of Ilexya Eiin Dephryn, to properly experience the victimâ€™s role your body will be surgically altered to reflect the feminine characteristics of your species.â€ One elongated hand raised as the justice gestured to the technician. The smaller creature nodded and started pressing buttons, and Artie felt the floor in his tube descending.
â€œWait!â€ he cried out, terrified and desperate now. â€œYouâ€™re going to turn me into a girl? Will you put me back? How am I going toâ€”No! Stop! Help!â€
The justices remained implacable as Arthur Lewis Jacobson fell away, turning their attention to the next perpetrator in the tube.
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