We had landed on the planet, mesmerized by the beauty of the surroundings. The indigenous inhabitants were all seemingly female, resembling human women but distinctly different in many ways. Their skin shimmered in an ethereal glow, and they moved with a grace that was almost otherworldly.

I, the captain of our ship, was the first to feel the effects of the alien influence. Slowly, my belly began to expand, my skin taking on the same ethereal glow as the indigenous inhabitants.

It was an odd sensation, but not an unpleasant one. In fact, I felt more at peace than I had ever been, my mind and body in complete harmony. I was carrying an alien child, and the thought didn’t scare me as much as it intrigued me.

Soon, I wasn’t the only one. One by one, the women of my crew began to experience the same changes. Their bellies grew, their skin glowed, and they too appeared to be carrying alien children.

Yet, as the transformations began to take hold, the men of our crew started to disappear. At first, it was one or two, then it was half, and soon, there were none left.

The ship’s crew, once a diverse group of men and women, was now only women. Women who were pregnant with alien children, left alone on a planet filled with only female indigenous inhabitants.

As the days passed, we tried to uncover the truth. We searched for our missing crew members, attempted to communicate with the indigenous inhabitants, and tried to understand the strange phenomenon that had befallen us.

But as time went on, and our pregnancies progressed, our urgency to find answers began to wane. We were strangely at peace, content even, with the situation.

The indigenous inhabitants became our companions, guiding us through the alien pregnancies, and sharing their wisdom and knowledge. They were not hostile, and we felt no threat.

It was when we gave birth that we finally understood. The alien children were not just alien, they were also human. They were a blend of our DNA and the indigenous inhabitants.

The indigenous inhabitants explained that their species was dying. They needed the genetic diversity that we, humans, could offer. And so, they had chosen us, hoping that together, we could ensure the survival of their race.

It wasn’t an invasion, it was a plea for help. And we had answered, unknowingly at first, but willingly once we understood. We had become mothers to a new generation, a new species.

As for the men, they had not been harmed. They were simply relocated to another part of the planet, where they could live peacefully. The indigenous inhabitants didn’t need their genetic material, and so, they had no use for them.