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Warning - The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset you, do not read any further. The characters discussed in this story are based upon characters that are the property of major corporations. Use of the characters in this unauthorized story are not intended to provide any financial rewards for myself or to claim any ownership of the characters. Cadet Survey Chapter 1 - The Problem Chapter 2 - The Implementation Chapter 3 - Nochuck Chapter 4 - NaNita's guided tour Chapter 5 - The Resort Chapter 6 - The next fantasy Cadet Survey by Waldo Chapter 1 - The Problem "Corbin, beam me up now!" was transmitted from the radio of the person encased in the standard issue Starfleet spacesuit. The space traveler was standing next to a cave in a cliff face on the dying planet, Mongol72B4 as clouds of red dust swirled around him. In the distance a large chunk of the cliff face was cracking and slowly separating from the face. After about thirty seconds, the person transmitted again "Corbin, this planet is going to explode in less than seven minutes. Transport me up now. Come on buddy, get me out of here." After ten seconds, the person transmitted "Computer, this is Cadet Wesley Crusher. Activate Transport Sequence 3- 13 and transport me from this planet to the Transport Pad of the U.S. Stargazer4." When there was no response in another ten seconds, the person transmitted "Computer, respond. What is occurring on the Stargazer4 that is interfering with my request?" After about five seconds, the person transmitted "Attention U.S. Stargazer4. This is Cadet Wesley Crusher, security code A7Aplq4BRN. Activate Emergency Pilot." Two seconds later, there was a burst of static and a monotone voice replied "This is the Emergency Pilot, U.S. Stargazer4. State the nature of the emergency." "What is going on up there? Where is Cadet Corbin? Why is the computer not responding?" asked a rushed Wesley as he observed part of the cliff face fall into the valley where he was waiting, creating more red dust to swirl around in the wind storm. "Just a moment. I need to collect and analyze data. For some reason, I am not able to directly obtain information from the main Computer. Processing. Processing. Processing. It appears that the U.S. Stargazer4 was hit by a Class4 Meteorite and did not have it's shields up. Shields were down because the command pilot was repairing the Jkr4 module. The Stargazer4 is only a 2 person, unmanned reconnaissance long range exploration starship; the Stargazer4 has extensive damages because of the size and destructive force of the meteorite. Cadet Corbin is unconscious from where he hit his head as he bounced around the cabin. The Main Computer has damaged processor chips, damaged data storage banks, and has shut down most processes. Long range radio is unfunctional. Because I am not able to use the main computer's processing power, my own capabilities are limited to my relatively small database and chipset programming. Unable to perform 83 percent of most functions; and have a reliability factor of 72 percent on any assigned task. Is there anything else that you need?" "Holy shit! Transport me off of this planet and onto the ship." "Processing. Please Wait. Computer Interface is down. Alternative connections indicate that the Transporter only has a 27 percent power availability as a result of the damage. Time to recharge, using solar energy is 3.7 years. Transporter requires a minimum of 45.3 percent power at burst rate mode. Request denied." "This planet is going to explode. Re-direct all power to the Transporter." "Accomplished. Power level now 29.3 percent. Still insufficient to accomplish Transporter command. Request denied." The air was quite for about thirty seconds as Wesley thought about the options and what could be done to get him off of the planet. Then he said "Emergency Pilot, does the computer databank still maintain a record of my body's genetic DNA structure and bio-polarization patterns from my last transport; which was when I transported down to this planet?" "Negative. That record had not yet been transferred to the long term storage sub-area and was destroyed when the computer was damaged. However I do remember seeing some previous records with your last name associated with them in data-bank area 2-04ZRM as I did my wake- up analysis. Newest record available of anyone's pattern is less than five weeks old. Next request. "Emergency pilot. Follow my explicit commands. I order you to recall the most recent Transporter pattern for Crusher, reload into the Transporter, and initiate Transporter emergency sequence 4-12, emergency over- ride." "Processing. Recalled latest Transporter pattern with last name, Crusher. Loaded to Transporter memory. Sequence checking started. Sequence checking completed. Received Class 1 Warning from Transporter, requesting abort of sequence. Also received other warnings in Classes 2 and 4. Do you want me to read the 127 different warning messages to you? Waiting for instructions." "Ignore warnings. Continue with my commands. Security code A7Aplq4BRN." "Acknowledged. Sequence procedure requires me to notify the initiator that the requested sequence will only transport the mental electro-magnetic patterns and re- associate those patterns with previously recorded physiological patterns. Sequence is a non-standard Transporter sequence and frequently results in loss of cognition. Waiting for acknowledgment that you are aware of the documented warnings." "Understand. Record for broadcast. This is Cadet Wesley Crusher. Cadet Walter Corbin and I were assigned to survey planets with unstable cores and to plant survey equipment. This was the last of five assigned planets. I transported down to the planet to set up survey equipment. While setting up the survey equipment, this planet was hit with strong solar flares, causing me to seek shelter for a couple of hours in a cave. Now my equipment indicates that this planet's demise is going to occur within the next couple of minutes. My team member is injured and unable to assist in recovering me from this planet. The computer is unfunctional and the Emergency Pilot has limited functionality. Because the Transporter has insufficient power to transport me back to the ship, I have instructed the Emergency Pilot to initiate Transporter emergency sequence 4-12, emergency over-ride. This sequence concentrates on the mental facilities of the selected individuals and ignores the physicality characteristics. The mental characteristics will be merged with a previously recorded physical and DNA pattern. In other words, my body will not be transported; only my memories and brain patterns. I have instructed the computer to find the latest Transporter pattern for myself and to load that pattern into the Transporter. The Transporter sequence will merge the transported portions with the database recordings of my body. I understand and recognize that initializing this procedure can result in a lower cognition pattern. I accept that in ordering this Transporter sequence that I may have a reduced mental process or faculty of knowing, which may affect my mental capabilities so that I do not have normal awareness, perception, reasoning, and judgment. However, I do not have any other choice. Emergency Pilot Initiate Transporter process, then initiate Escape sequence 1- Rager-4 to get the ship out of this exploding planet's range. Crusher out." "Acknowledged. Initiating." Down on the planet, Crusher looked up at the sky through his spacesuit visor. For only a brief moment, he had the opportunity to think about his decision. Although it was possible to do what he requested, all Starfleet procedures prohibited the Transporter process. He knew and accepted the potential fact that he would never be the same person again. Chapter 2 - The Implementation There was the familiar mental buzzing as the Transporter grabbed him, the momentary darkness and void when his atoms were disassembled, and then the buzz in his ears as he was re-assembled on the small ship's Transporter pad, which was nothing more than a small area just behind the Pilot and Co-pilot chairs. As he re-gained control of his body, he felt himself falling to the hard floor. The small transport pad was dark as was the rest of the ship where all power had been transferred to the Transporter equipment. He could feel the ship jerk as the Emergency Pilot guided the ship away from the planet. In the dim starlight, he could see the control panel and front window. The only light on the ship was coming in from the window. He reached out and found a ledge to help him balance himself as he stood. He felt very light-headed from the transport, but if that was the only bad effect, he was very lucky. Using the wall to balance himself, he walked to the front of small ship. In the dim light, he could see a body slumped down in the pilot chair and he knew that it was Corbin. There was no hologram image of the Emergency Pilot, only the computer voice. Small ships did not have the holograph equipment and could only provide an audio voice of the program which ran on a small, separate computer system. He sat down in his chair and fumbled in the dark for the control panel. With no Main Computer, he would have to guide the ship in the dark. He could see a small green-lit display and watched as it recorded the ship's present position and distance. After watching it for five seconds, he knew that he was far enough away from the planet and found the control membrane. As he pressed the very familiar buttons, the ship slowed and turned so that he could see the planet that he had been standing on, only seconds ago. As he watched, there was an explosion and the planet exploded into a gigantic fireball. He watched until the only thing left was a very large dust cloud. Then he reached for the control panel and starting pressing membranes to restore power and lights to the pilot area. As the lights came on, he smiled as the lights lit up the interior of the small spaceship. Then he turned his head slowly and his momentary glee faded as he looked at the unconscious body of Ensign Corbin. Corbin's face was pale and there was fresh blood on his forehead. As Wesley looked at Corbin, a lock of long red hair fell across Wesley's face. With one quick motion, he pushed it back up on his head. As he did that simple reflex motion, he realized that something was wrong. His hair had always been the normal dark, short cadet hairstyle. He didn't have long red hair. He looked down at his body and realized that he was wearing a Starfleet officer's uniform instead of his normal cadet uniform. The uniform he had on, had a black and red tunic instead of the normal black and yellow tunic. And there were two very obviously female breasts underneath his tunic. He turned his head rapidly looking at the spaceship windows for a reflected image. As he turned his head quickly, another lock of long red hair fell across his forehead. Looking at the window, he could see a reflected image of the person sitting in the command chair. The person sitting in the chair was him, but the image being reflected was the image of his mother, Doctor Beverly Crusher. "Emergency Pilot", he said in a high pitched voice that he immediately recognized as his mother's voice, even with the slightly different tone caused by his anxiety. "Activated. Standing by." "This is not my body." "Evaluating. Processing. Correct assumption. Reviewing the internal documentation associated with the specified Transporter database file indicates that the DNA structure is a copy of Doctor Crusher. Is something wrong?" "Yes, you damn computer." he screamed in a high pitched voice, recognizing that he was panicking. He took a deep breath and said in a controlled voice "This is not my body. I requested my body's pattern." "Negative. Replaying command" From the speakers, he heard his normal male voice as the replay said "Emergency pilot. Follow my explicit commands. I order you to recall the most recent Transporter pattern for Crusher, reload into the Transporter, and initiate Transporter emergency sequence 4-12, emergency over-ride." Then the Emergency Pilot's voice said "This is the most recent Transporter pattern for Crusher from where she visited this vessel six weeks ago. There are several patterns in the storage database and there was a pattern for Wesley Crusher that is two weeks older. However, your command required the most recent Crusher pattern that was in the databases that were not destroyed. Per your explicit instructions, that pattern was determined to be the last pattern for Crusher and it was loaded into the Transporter per your explicit commands. Waiting for instructions." "Activate Emergency Doctor program." "Cannot maintain multiple Emergency programs. Shutting down Emergency Pilot program. Activating Emergency Doctor program." Two seconds later, the speaker voice continued but changed tone "Activated. Good Day. This is the Emergency Doctor program. How may I assist you, Doctor Crusher?" "I am not my mother. Review the most recent ship logs." "Processing. Processing. Identification modified. How may I assist you, Cadet Crusher?" "I must get my body back. What can be done?" "Processing options. Nothing at this time. Resources to split the merged components back into individual components and then blend the mental facilities into a reconstructed DNA carbon copy of your real body, are not available on this ship. Only a Starfleet base hospital would have those resources. How may I assist you?" Wesley slumped in his seat and tapped his now, long, slender fingers against the control panel. He stared at the long, manicured fingernails, coated with the bright red fingernail polish as he wondered why it took him several seconds to recognize that he was not in his body. Then he remembered that a projected potential problem would be mental confusion. He said "Please examine this body for physical and psychological problems." "Processing." There were several light patterns emitted from the hidden medical instruments and he felt a warmth as his new body was examined. Then the computer said "Processing complete. Diagnosis is excellent for a 42 year old female body. No problems noted in examination. How may I assist you?" "Examine Cadet Corbin." "Processing." The same several light patterns emitted from the hidden medical instruments as Corbin's unconscious body was examined. Because this was only a two person ship, it did not have the extensive holographic facilities that the Enterprise had; and the Emergency Doctor/Pilot programs were voice only; with limited main computer interface. Then the computer said "Cadet Corbin has a concussion. Diagnosis is favorable for complete recovery. Immediate recommendation is to bandage the cut on the forehead and to let him sleep, until such time as consciousness returns." "No shit, sherlock." said a very disgruntled Wesley. "Processing. There is a trace of recent urine in Cadet Corbin's trousers but traces of feces were not observed. Do not understand sherlock request." "It's an old earth saying. Deactivate. Emergency Pilot. Activate." "Processing completed. Waiting for instructions." "Plot a course for the nearest Starfleet Base Hospital. Activate Long Range Communications." "Course plotted. However, review of resources indicate that the Stargazer4 does not have sufficient power to reach destination. Recommend alternative guidance. Unable to activate communications except for short range emergency channel. Waiting for instructions." "Shit. Don't you have any good news?" "With the main computer down, I am unable to determine good news from bad news. Waiting for instructions." "Determine location of nearest Starfleet docking facility." "Located. Site also beyond range of current power. Only location within range is Valjorn-Alpha, a Ferganie Gambling Resort on a large docking spaceship." "Set course for Valjorn-Alpha and guide us there. I am very tired, have a headache, have been on my feet for over 30 hours and need to sleep for awhile." "Acknowledged." Wesley put his arms around Corbin and lifted, but was not able to lift him up because of his new weaker body's limited strength. After trying twice, he started pulling and dragged the unconscious Cadet back to the work area. There were only four rooms on this two man spaceship, the command room, the bunk/kitchen room, the work area, and the bathroom. He managed to drag the body on top of a table and as he spread the body out before securing it to the table, he noticed the bulge in the trousers. If Corbin had been dead, then there would be a reasonable scientific explanation for the example of Rigor mortis. Corbin had quite a boner under the trousers. Wesley stared at it for a few moments, feeling very funny as he looked at it; as if he had never seen an erection before. Wesley stood and almost fell as he realized that his balance was still off. Using the wall as a guide, he walked back to the bunk and laid down on his bunk. He was feeling very tired and needed to sleep. He didn't feel like undressing and would sleep in his clothes. He laid down and rolled over on his stomach which was how he normally went to sleep. But as he rolled over, his breasts bunched up under him and felt uncomfortable. He pushed and pressed them, trying to adjust them so that they felt more comfortable, but he quickly discovered that he could not get comfortable lying on his stomach. As soon as he rolled over so that he was lying on his side, he went to sleep, curled up in a little ball on his bunk. Chapter 3 - Nochuck "Cadet Crusher, wake up." said a voice that seemed distant. Slowly Wesley opened his eyes and looked up at the bottom of the bunk above him. A very familiar sight to someone that had be in space all of his life. As he looked at it, he slowly started stretching as he tried to wake up. Suddenly his eyes popped open as he remembered the weird dream that he had. With one quick glance at his chest, he recognized that it was no dream when he saw the breasts under the black and red Starfleet tunic. "Shit." he said, hearing his mother's voice. Then he laughed as he thought about what she would think, if she thought that word was being spoken by her lips. His mother did not like profanity, which was one of the reasons that he used it on an occasional basis. Her lips. Her lips are now his lips. For the first time, he through about the full impact of the transformation. Yesterday, he had been so worried about getting off of the planet, leaving his body behind, discovering that he was in someone's else body, and Corbin's injury to really think about his situation. To be transformed into a woman is one thing, but to be transformed into your mother is completely different. How do you explore your mother's body, knowing that sooner or later, you will have to discuss this with her? The most natural thing to do, would be to explore this new body and it's associated female sexual desires. To take the body and cruise the other side of the street, releasing all inhibitions to explore the mysterious side of the feminine world. But how do you do that, in your mother's body? The fact that she was a Starfleet officer did not enter into the equation. After all, if this had been Counselor's Troi's body, he would already be undressed and waiting on a dildo from the replicator. No, he would have to maintain high standards while he was in this body, or he would never be able to look his mother in the face again. He stood as the Emergency Pilot's voice said "Per your instructions, I have guided us to Valjorn-Alpha. Do you wish for me to negotiate docking authorization?" "Yes." As Wesley stood, he recognized that there was still some slight dizziness but not as much as earlier. And that his body had to pee. While the feeling felt almost the same, there was just a little difference. When the need to pee started, it had a more intense feeling, that he usually didn't get until much later. He walked into the bathroom and looked at his image in the mirror. It was clearly his mother's body and face that was being reflected back to him. Except that the eyes did not have their usual calm appearance; but appeared a little terrified because of his very uncomfortable new situation of being in a foreign body. And the lips were very tense, which he had not seen in many years. As he studied his new, but very familiar face, another difference noted, was that she was always very impeccable in her appearance; and this version of her was wearing a Starfleet uniform that looked slept in, the face had no make-up, and the hair was a mess. He turned away from the mirror and stared at the commode. He had limited personal experiences with women's bodies but he had closely studied the differences between the sexes in his Academy medical classes. He knew that there was no way that a female body could pee standing up. He turned around and backed up to the commode. Then with two thumbs tucked into the trousers waistband, he pulled the trousers down to his ankles and sat down on the commode. The function of peeing brought the desired relief. Although he was used to peeing three to four times a day, it felt different to be sitting on the commode; and it felt as if the pee was coming out in a more powerful stream. When he was finished, he folded some tissues and spread his legs. He knew from his classes that women had to wipe and to wipe from the front to the back to prevent possible infections. Or was it from the back to the front? Shit. Real shit. All he needed to do, was get some E.coli bacillus into the vagina area and he could get an infection. Thinking logically, he wiped from the front to the back. The first touch of the tissue to the vagina area caused him to make an involuntary jump. That area was more tender and sensitive than he had expected. He slowly and gently touched the tissue to the inner lips of the vagina, letting the tissue blot the wetness. As he touched himself, he discovered that the touches and strokes to his body also produced unusual and very pleasant sensations. He began touching his vulva, feeling his body slightly jerk as he touched himself in this new and wonderfully feeling private area. As he nudged his clitoris with his thumb, he could feel it swelling and minor shocks of pleasurable intense feelings flood through his body. He dropped the tissue into the water, wanting to feel the tender skin against his fingers. With his long fingernail, he slowly and gently traced an imaginary line along the lips of the vagina, causing him to shake as the very unfamiliar pleasure coursed through the vagina, up into some secret spot deep inside him. With one thumb, he was nudging the clitoris and with one of his fingers, he was gently forcing the finger deeper inside the magical feeling vagina lips. As his finger penetrated to the first knuckle into the very tight space, he jerked and shook with excitement as he felt a very unfamiliar but pleasant warm dampness seeping from his vagina. He could feel his passion build as he stroked faster, and deeper into himself. As he caressed the folds of his labia, he felt various sensations course through his body that could only be described as waves of pleasure in warm waves. He recognized that he was jerking as some of the pleasure waves caused him to jump from the intensity of the shock. With his other hand, he started cupping and squeezing the breasts through the tunic and bra. Then he felt a urgency building deep inside him and slowly flowing down toward his finger. Contractions began in his lower stomach and groin area and began to rapidly build up. As his groin pulsed with the ecstasy, he abandoned himself to the pleasure and concentrated only upon that wonderful feeling that was flowing through his body. Then he took a quick breath and held it as he jerked one more time and every muscle in his body tensed. A very intense super wave of pleasure that he could only compare as a tsunami to a normal ocean wave, flowed from deep inside him to every inch of skin of his body. A burning, wonderful, sensation coursed through his body. Every module of his being seemed alive and responsive to that feeling. His breasts seemed so full and stretched as he could feel the nipples trying to push through the Starfleet issued bra. As quickly as that feeling hit him, another sensation of warm wet deliciousness filled him. He had experienced his first orgasm as a woman. He was sitting on the commode, his eyes shut, his legs spread, a finger buried deep inside his vagina, his breath gasping, every inch of skin was tingling, and a wonderful feeling of relaxation was flowing through his body. Then Wesley was interrupted from his reverie by the Emergency's Pilot voice as it stated "Procedures established. Docking authorized and docking procedures initiated. Air lock to the spaceship will open in 10 minutes." He jerked open his eyes and shuddered, trying to regain control of his body again. He pulled his finger out, hearing a slight pop sound as it exited the tight and damp vagina lips, leaving him with a suddenly empty feeling. He smelled the heavy, musky smell for the first time and realized that it was coming from him. He grabbed another handful of tissues and blotted, knowing that he wanted to do more exploring, but didn't have the time. He stood and pulled the Starfleet issued panties and trousers up. Standing in front of the sink, he looked at the image of his mother being reflected back in the mirror. While it was still her very familiar face being reflected, it was so different from the face that he had studied just three minutes ago. The eyes looked so alive and twinkling with life. There was a warm blush to the skin, that he had never seen before. He picked up his hairbrush and quickly tried to brush some neatness into the hair and restore his demeanor to a more normal mien. Never having hair longer than three inches, he was unsure how to brush it and make it look like the way that she liked to wear her hair. After several strokes of the brush to his very long unfamiliar hair, it did not look as nice as when she did it, but it was acceptable for his purposes. He took a quick glance at himself and smiled as he realized that he had just thoroughly enjoyed masturbating his new female body. Masturbation is an accepted practice in Starfleet, because of the long voyages through space and limited availability of sexual partners. Every since that President had been caught masturbating on the White House balcony at night, the social planners had included training in masturbation techniques to make the act more acceptable in today's society. In Starfleet, all cadets were taught that the other sex should be respected as people, not as pretty faces and sexy bodies. But when it came time for masturbation, they were to be used as a fantasy image to help them with masturbation. He remembered sitting in one training class on the Enterprise as his mother discussed masturbation techniques with the crew. After all, she was the ship's doctor and it was part of her responsibility to provide that training to the crew. While it felt awkward to be sitting in that class, hearing her discuss different techniques, it somehow was Ok, because the topic had been blessed by Starfleet. At that time, Wesley was very familiar with the male masturbation techniques and the subsequent feelings. And now, he had experienced what a female feels. True, it was not the complete sensation, because it was an hurried experience while sitting on a commode. Wesley opened the door to the bathroom and saw Corbin sitting on the table, where Wesley had secured his unconscious body. Before Wesley could say anything, Corbin said "Doctor Crusher. What happened? Where is Wesley?" "Walt. It's me. I am Wesley. There was a Transporter error." Corbin looked straight at him, but Wesley could tell that Corbin was unable to comprehend what Wesley had just said. So Wesley continued "You were unconscious. The planet was getting ready to explode. The ship was damaged. I instructed the Emergency Pilot to transport me up, but there was not enough power. I had the Pilot initiate Transporter emergency sequence 4-12, emergency over-ride; with what was supposed to be my latest DNA database record. Only it selected the DNA database record for my mother. It merged my memories and thought patterns into her body." A faint smile began to appear on Corbin's face, then a look of terror as it finally soaked into his injured brain. "Fuck. They will flunk both of us as punishment for this. You for doing sequence 4-12 and me for being on the same ship. Tell me that you are shitting me." "Wish I could. But it's the truth. While you were unconscious, I instructed the Pilot to set course for the nearest Starfleet Base Hospital, but it is out of range of our crippled ship. We are getting ready to put into Valjorn-Alpha for emergency repairs and re-fueling." "Shit and double shit. My older brother told me about that place. It is nothing but a space whorehouse. Starfleet personnel, much less Cadets, are prohibited from going there." "Can't help it. It is the only place within range. We will land, request their help and then leave as soon as possible." Corbin was silent for a moment and then asked "Did you tell them what happened to you? About the Transporter goof?" "No. I have not had any communication with them yet, only the Emergency Pilot." "Wes, the fewer people that know about that, the better off we are going to be. I suggest that we modify the ship's logs so anyone doing a scan will think that you are the real Doctor Crusher." "I can't do that. What if they need a real doctor?" "Then we tell the truth. Look, Wes, right now you are a freak. Not only are you a merged entity, but for all practical purposes, you are your mother. You are in a clone of her body, with her DNA structure that will fool any identification system. And your mother is a respected Starfleet officer in a very sensitive position. You know how politically correct our government is, and what they might do to her and to you, if this turns into another embarrassment. You have no choice but to pretend to be her. While it will raise some eyebrows that she visited Valjorn-Alpha, it would raise a lot more if her son in her body, visited Valjorn-Alpha." Wesley was silent for a moment, knowing that Corbin was right. Any hint of scandal was enough to ruin a Starfleet career. His accident and resulting transformation would be blown out of proportion, especially because his first stop was at Valjorn-Alpha. "You are right. I do have to impersonate her." "Good decision. Computer. Modify ship logs to reflect personnel changes. Cadet Wesley Crusher is on assignment at Tarus-Balak and Doctor Beverly Crusher is on board. Our mission, is to transport Doctor Crusher to the nearest Starfleet Base Hospital. Because our ship was damaged, we are going to stop at the nearest occupied base, which is Valjorn-Alpha. As soon as our ship is ready for travel, we will proceed to the Hospital destination. Move the portion of the ship's logs that recorded the 4-12 Transporter sequence to a database area that cannot be accessed by an outside vessel scan. Corbin out." "Ship's logs modified." "Thanks, Walt." "Don't worry about it. I am sure that I can think of some way that you can pay me back. After all, we have been shipmates for almost 40 straight earth days on this training mission so far. Just you and me with no sexual relief, except for masturbation. I know that if the problem had happened to me, that you would also be thinking the same thoughts that I am thinking now." As the implication of what Corbin was hinting, sunk in, Wesley replied "NO. I can't and won't do it. This is my mother's body. I can't do that with her body." "It's not her body. It's a carbon copy of her body. And the only people that would know about it, would be us. Remember how horny we got, when we got that very personal message from Cadet Makadat. She knew that we were bouncing off the walls, out here in la-la land and sent that message on purpose to tease us." "No. You have to remember that I am really a man and will soon be back in my normal body." Corbin took a deep breath and said "Part of our mission is to survey and examine uncharted areas that are expected to disappear soon. We are supposed to be curious about anything and everything. Right now, you are the most unexplored object in this galaxy. You have the body of a beautiful woman, and you expect me to treat you as an ordinary space cadet. How about just letting me just look at the boobs? After all, Wes, we are shipmates and are supposed to look after each other. If you had drawn Makadat as a partner, you would have been banging her from day one. It would only be natural because of the different body needs and if you didn't bang her, they would send you through a psyche review. After forty days of boring survey work, I need some relief. Think about what you are doing to me, as you prance around here, with your boobs jiggling under that uniform, and your body emitting that heavenly, slightly musky female smell." Wesley's face turned red. Then he asked "You can't smell me, can't you?" "This is a very sterile ship. As soon as you opened the bathroom door, I could smell you. But then, I thought that you were your mother. Wait a minute. What were you doing in the bathroom, to cause your body to have such a strong smell? Were you porking your new female body?" "It's none of your damn business, but I had to pee." "Pee. Shiiiitttt. Well, baby, the next time you have to pee, let me be the commode." "Corbin. Stop it. Now." "Yes, my dear Beverly." Wesley turned and walked forward, taking his seat at the command console. After about two minutes, Corbin came forward, sat down in his chair and said "Wes, I am sorry. I don't know what came over me. I understand your position and will try to respect your rights. Hard as that might be. But ever since I woke up and saw you standing in that doorway, I have had an erection and can only think about what a good fuck you could be." "You had the erection while you were unconscious." "How did you know?" "I could see the damn thing trying to poke a hole in your trousers. I suggest that while we are getting the ship repaired, that you get yourself laid." "I plan to. And I suggest that you get laid also. If not by me, then by someone on the resort. If you take a moment to think about it, you will realize that you have a very brief opportunity to do some personal research into sexuality and the differences between the sexes. As soon as we get to the base hospital, they are going to put you back into your normal body and you will lose that opportunity forever." Wesley knew that Corbin was right, but he was torn between his respect for his mother and his natural curiosity. When Wesley didn't respond, Corbin continued "Sequence 4-12 affects the mind and that is why it is forbidden by Starfleet regulations except in extreme emergency situations. At this moment, you don't know if the reason that you feel so strange is because of 4-12 or all those female hormones flowing through your body. No matter what you do, you will be forgiven because of the known side effects. For all practical purposes, you are a female and I will treat you as a female; as will everyone that you meet. I suggest that you ignore your hangups and let your body decide what it needs. Well, my dear Doctor Crusher, it looks like we are getting ready to dock. Shall we go greet our hosts? Don't forget that you are the senior officer." They stood in front of the airlock and waited for the familiar hiss as it opened. Corbin stood beside Wesley and one step back, because that was the normal position for Starfleet personnel. As it slid open, a Ferganie stood on the other side of the air lock. "State your identification and business on Valjorn-Alpha." said the unsmiling Ferganie. "I am Doctor Beverly Crusher of the Starfleet U.S.S. Enterprise. This is Cadet Walter Corbin and our ship has been damaged. I need some temporary repairs and power to get to the nearest Starfleet Base Hospital." The Ferganie looked at his console, smiled and said "Identification verified. What brings the famous, and I might add, very beautiful Doctor Crusher to my poor establishment. I am Nochuck, the Host of this space recreation center." "My ship was damaged during a meteorite shower. I need to have my ship repaired and charged so that I can reach the nearest Starfleet base hospital." "We have limited facilities but I am sure that we can help you. We are not a Starfleet repair facility, but once payment has been authorized, we can repair your vessel." "My Long Range Communicator is broken. Take me to your Communication Center and I will request payment authorization from Starfleet." "I am only a poor man and do not have those facilities. My guests come here to relax and I have never found a need to procure those very expensive communicators. No, if you do not have a purchase order authorization with you, it will take at least two sleep cycles to obtain the necessary paperwork through the Interworld Hop Network." Wesley looked at the little Ferganie and frowned as he realized that delaying tactics were being used against him. Before he could think of a way around this, the Ferganie sniffed twice as if there was something in the air that he was smelling, looked closely at Wesley's face and let his eyes drift down from the face, pausing at the breasts to stare as if he could see through the uniform, and then proceeding rapidly to the intersection of Wesley's trouser legs. Then a smile appeared on his face as the pitch and tone of his voice changed. He continued "You are welcome to stay on your ship, or you can reside in one of my humble quarters and enjoy the companionship that is available here. I will waive the normal fee for visiting here. The only thing is that you must abide by my rules, which were established to maintain discipline and health during my customer's visit." "I am not here for companionship. I will stay in my ship." "I hope that you don't get cold, because your power indicator is very low and I don't have authorization to charge your power fuelcell yet. Besides, my establishment has a much more pleasant environment for relaxing. If you have been in a situation that can cause stress, then you should prescribe for yourself some time to relax and re-collect your thoughts. As a doctor, you know that my suggestion completely conforms to Starfleet standard procedures." Wesley knew that he was being maneuvered into a no-win situation. He replied "You are very right. I will accept your generous offer to stretch my legs." The Ferganie grinned and said "Excellent choice of words. A lot of people come here to stretch their legs. Please come with me." as he stepped aside and bowed. The three of them walked down the corridor to the end, which had two doors. Nochuck said "A lot of my paying customers would be upset if they saw a Starfleet uniform while they were on holiday. Therefore, uniforms are banned. Even in your case. Doctor Crusher, if you will step through that door, my assistant will meet you and offer you appropriate clothing for my resort. Also she will ensure that you are free from disease. I have a very strict health standards and require medical evaluations for anyone going through those doors, out into the general population. I will escort your pilot to the Men's area." Wesley looked at the door and walked toward it, knowing that there was no choice. As the door automatically opened and shut after him, Wesley saw a Brokian female waiting for him. The female was the typical exuberant Brokian, which means that she was almost seven feet tall with firm 50DDD breasts, tight belly, and firm ass. The Brokian females were the stereotyped Amazon love goddesses of the galaxy and the image that Wesley had used for years as his fantasy to help him masturbate. As Wesley entered the room, he could only stare at her fantastic body that was very evident under the loose robes that she was wearing. The woman smiled and said "So good to meet you, Doctor Crusher. I am NaNita and will be your guide while you are here. Please step into the changing room, undress, and take a quick shower. Is there any particular type of dress that you would like to wear while you are here. Or if you desire, you may go unclothed. That is how I choose to dress, when I am in the resort." "Thank you. Could I have something to relax in? Nothing formal or fancy. Perhaps an exercise suit or some sweatsuits." "I know just the thing. I'll be waiting." she replied. Wesley stepped into a small dressing room. On the wall was a full length mirror. As he looked at his reflected image, he knew that this was the moment that he had been dreading; yet desiring. After all, this is his mother's body. It would be a very different thing if he had wound up in Counselor's Troi's body. He sat down, pulled off the shoes, then stood and removed the tunic. Below the tunic, he was wearing a standard issue Starfleet uniform bra, which he was very aware of because of it's tightness around his chest. He pulled the trousers off and stood, looking at the mirror for a moment. It had been awhile since he had seen his mother in this state of undress. He reached up and unfastened the bra, dropping it on the pile of clothes. Then he leaned against the wall as he stepped out of the panties and stood naked in front of the mirror. He noticed that the panties were damp from where he was still wet inside and was leaking slightly. "Not bad." he whispered under his breath as he looked at the firm breasts that were still riding high on his chest, the flat tummy, and the beautiful set of vagina lips hiding behind the reddish pubic hair. The breasts had mild lines where the bra had indented the soft tissue. He turned slowly and looked at the tight and firm ass, the sleek legs and the overall nice feminine shape that was reflected back at him. Then he realized that he was prancing around naked in front of a mirror that could be a two-way mirror. It would not surprise him for Nochuck to be on the other side of the mirror, watching and examining what Nochuck thought was a female. Chapter 4 - NaNita's guided tour The shower had felt good. Almost too good. His nipples grew hard as his skin made contact with the steaming liquid. He smiled to himself as he looked down at the female breasts bobbing from his chest. He took the wash cloth in his hand and washed his new skin vigorously, so much so that the skin glowed with the circulation. Just touching his new body aroused him. Closing his eyes, he used his soapy palms and fingers to lightly knead his breasts, feeling the nipples grow into rock-hard rubber nubs. He quickly found that he enjoyed it more, as he lifted and squeezed his breasts in a rougher and vigorous manner. This punishment had now blossomed into pleasure. He would alternate pressing his breasts firmly together, then roll them around using the soap lather as a lubricant; then pulling and squeezing his hard nipples. As he did this, his breathing became faster and he began to loose control of what he was really supposed to be doing in the shower. One hand eased down between the wet pubic hair, finding the hungry pussy lips. As he stroked himself with one finger, the other hand was still playing with the hard nipples, alternating between the two nubs. Then he heard a faint noise, drawing him back to reality. This was Nochuck's ship and he most likely had spy cameras planted all over the place. The thought of recorded images of his mother masturbating herself in the shower, floating around the galaxy, brought Wesley back to reality. When Wesley was finished showering, he stepped out of the shower and found a NaNita sitting on a bench waiting on him. For just a brief moment, Wesley felt a moment of panic as he realized that he was naked and there was a seven foot tall amazon watching him. Or watching a female body. Wesley walked calmly over to the bench and picked up the towel and started drying his body with the towel. NaNita was smoking a cigarette, which had been banned from Starfleet over a century ago; but was still available on the black-market. She said "Hope you don't mind if I call you by your first name, but we don't have titles here. I examined your uniform and obtained the sizes, which I used in selecting appropriate clothes for while you are here. Your Starfleet clothes are being cleaned and will be waiting for you. I was very surprised when I examined your official bra and panties. How do you tolerate such rough material next to your delicate skin? Just holding them in my hands to find the size marker, was enough to make my skin itch." "You get used to it. Please call me...Beverly or Bev." NaNita stood and continued "Beverly is a pretty name. After you dry, join me in the next room and I will fix your hair, give you a manicure, a massage, help you dress, put on your make-up, and then will give you a tour of our resort as I take you to your quarters." She walked out of the room, leaving a hazy trail of smoke from her cigarette, that aggravated Wesley's nostrils, but at the same time seemed relaxing. He finished drying, and put on the robe before walking into the next room. NaNita was naked and was rubbing lotion on her body. Wesley stopped as he stared at the naked giantess standing beside the table. Her proud, muscular breasts were glistening from the light coat of oil that she had already applied to herself, and her nipples were firm and pointing. This woman had the firm, muscular female body that he used to dream about and to fantasize about as he masturbated himself to sleep in his cabin. His body could feel the intense animal magnetism building between them. Most of her breast flesh was a dark tan but around each dark nipple was a small creamy-white triangle where the nipples had been protected from the sun's natural tanning. Wesley had only seen pictures of purposely tanned flesh because Starfleet regulations prohibited exposing one's flesh to potential damage from sun rays. The selected tanning increased the sexiness of her breasts. He slowly walked over to the table and started to lay down. NaNita reached for the belt around the robe and tugged on it as she said with a slight smile on her lips. "You need to undress. There are only us women in this room, Beverly. It will take a lot of oil to soak through this robe, to reach your skin." With the robe open, he realized that he would have to continue his masquerade and accept the actions that were being forced on him. He didn't resist as NaNita gently pulled the robe down his shoulders and let it drop to the ground. Then he laid down on the table and watched as she poured lotion into her hands. She moved close to him and put her hands on his shoulders as she flexed her shoulder and chest muscles slightly. She picked up his arm and started rubbing the warm oil into the skin as she asked in a hushed voice "And what do you like to do and experience when you visit a Relaxation Resort?" "I have never been to one before." he responded honestly. She smiled, put down the well oiled arm, picked up the other arm and replied "We will have to make sure that you see and experience everything. Do you think that my muscles make me look unfeminine?" She stood above him, tall, proud, and powerful. He looked at her broad, wide chest and large firm breasts pouting proudly from her chest before he replied. "No, I like my women to be in good shape....I mean, I like to see women with good bodies...I mean that women with muscles are nice to look at." NaNita laughed and replied softly "I know what you mean. While most Brokian women have nice bodies, I like to think that my body is the best. I love having beautiful muscles and showing them off." She was rubbing oil on his arm and she moved his arm so that his hand was touching her thigh. She rubbed his hand against her thigh and said "Do you like the way that my thigh feels? A former lover called them, thighs of steel. As you touch it, how does if feel knowing that it belongs to a woman? A woman that know how to give and receive pleasure that a man can never provide." She tensed her leg under his hand and he shuddered as a tremendous flash of pleasure flowed from deep within his vagina throughout his female body again. The muscles under NaNita's tanned skin bulged with strength as she tensed her muscles. She rubbed his hand against their deep muscular cuts letting Wesley feel the hard slabs of power. Wesley had to bite his lips to keep from moaning in ecstasy from that simple touch. If he had been in his normal male body, he would have a tremendous erection at this moment. Instead he was all wet inside and feeling all these strange electric waves shooting through his body. She moved his hand up and rubbed it back and forth against her muscular midsection. Then she bent over slightly and pressed his hand against her big beautiful breasts standing out proudly over her heavily muscled ribcage. As Wesley's hand touched her breast, he jerked as he felt himself become even more wet inside. Slowly, she eased upon the table and positioned herself so that her knees were on the table with his female legs between her muscular legs and she was above him in a sort of pushup position as she straddled the woman who she thought was Doctor Crusher. NaNita embraced the much smaller female body under her, rubbing her oily chest and hanging breasts against his smaller, white female breasts. Her melon-sized breasts hung down. Her firm breasts were pushed up against his chest; as she started gently squeezing him between her legs and body, using her body to rub oil onto his body pinned underneath her massive body. Wesley put his arms around her feeling the rippling muscles of her back. NaNita leaned over so her mountainous mammaries were inches above his face. She smacked his face with her swinging boobs and mashed them against his waiting lips. He started kissing her magnificent breasts as they moved around his upper body. NaNita moaned slightly, parted her lips and broke his lips from her breast as her mouth locked onto Wesley's mouth. Quickly she started pushing her tongue into his mouth. As they shared a long, passionate kiss, their tongues intertwined as their hands explored each other's bodies. The kiss lasted over a whole minute, and by the time they broke, Wesley was shaking and quivering from the wonderfully weird and pleasant sensations that were now in control of his body. NaNita was kneading Wesley's smaller and more normal female breast. Wesley felt the nipples grow hard and pointy. He was breathing heavy as NaNita slowly moved her hand over Wesley's naked body, exploring the smooth curves of his Transporter clone of his mother's breasts. NaNita whispered "You have such tender skin between your thighs. Spread your legs, Beverly. You'll feel so much better if you spread your legs." as she lightly stroked Wesley's dark red pubic hair with the balls of her long fingertips and rolled off Wesley so that NaNita was lying on the table beside him. Wesley put his hand on her side and let his fingers drift around her body as he explored this wonderful female body lying next to him. He began with the strong muscles of her shoulders, down the broad expanse of her lats, out briefly to her triceps, and continued down her Amazon body. His hand found the narrow taper of her waist, then drifted down between her legs to briefly touch the insides of her thighs. Their bodies were wrapped around each other into a loving embrace. Their touching flesh transmitted each other's desire for the other; as they jointly let their pussies and legs intertwine, rubbing against each other. Wesley felt his legs spread as NaNita continued whispering in his ear "I will help you learn how to find the deepest source of pleasure within your body. Most people today know absolutely nothing about how to really please themselves or anyone else. They do not communicate with their partner as to what feels good and what does not feel good. Let me show you what I like. Massage my breasts. Cup them in your hands and stroke my nipples with your thumbs. As you do that to me, you will see that it brings pleasure to both of us. Oh, that feels so good. Keep doing that. Now gently roll my nipples between your fingers. Gently at first, then I want you to get rougher." "Oh! That feels sooooo good! Now I want you to kiss my neck. Massage my neck with your lips. That feels good, but I don't like to be that wet. Now let your lips and tongue trace a path down my body as you kiss my stomach. Find my belly button and bury your tongue deep inside it, giving me a hint of things to come. Yessss. Now slowly work your way back up to my boobs. Kiss each one slowly but don't let your lips touch my nipples yet. Let your lips tease me as I savor each passionate kiss. Then attack one of my nipples. Oh, god, that feels so good. Now alternate sucking and kissing on them with your lips. How do my breasts taste?" Wesley paused only long enough to grunt "Delicious." "Good. I want you to kiss me all over. Make me feel good!" Wesley kissed her face, starting with the forehead. Then he dropped down to her cheeks, then a full and passionate kiss on the lips, using his tongue to probe the inside of NaNita's mouth as Wesley nibbled on her lips. Then Wesley moved back down to kissing and nibbling on NaNita's chest and stomach. As Wesley's face was buried between NaNita's huge breasts, NaNita said "Now, it's my turn to please you. Roll over on your back. Your naked body looks so nice. It feels so nice to be naked. I love walking around naked, letting people look at me and knowing that they want me. You should try being naked while you are here. Now let me show you how to give yourself pleasure. I am going to touch you, Beverly as you have never been touched before. Do you want me to touch your pussy." Wesley moaned "Yes" as his legs spread. Gone was the fever resolve to protect his mother's modesty, that he had felt when he was arguing with Corbin on the ship. In it's place was another resolve, a stronger feeling that wanted to explore this new body and strange feelings. To let this amazon woman teach him about the wonderful mysteries of female sex. Somehow, it felt right, having the woman of his dreams make love to him. NaNita's hand moved between Wesley's legs, and immediately started massaging Wesley's clitoris. NaNita whispered "Close your eyes. Let your body become peaceful. Try to relax as I stroke your beautiful little clitty. That's it. I can see a broad smile on your face as I touch you. Think about how much you are enjoying being here with me, lying next to me. I will be with you as long as you are here. I will teach you how to play with yourself. As you play with yourself, I will be with you, inside your mind, helping you find pleasure. As you masturbate, you can pretend that it is me masturbating you. You will love it remembering how I did this to you. You love to masturbate, don't you, Beverly?" "Yes", Wesley whimpered back finding it difficult to talk. "I enjoy it too. I enjoy lying my bed and remembering someone that pleased me. And you are pleasing me. You are a very quick learner. I think that we will both remember this. Tell me what you want me to do to you, my dearest Beverly?" "Masturbate me. Play with my pussy." Wesley said through clinched lips. "Yes, my dearest. I am going to put my fingers inside you. You will like to feel my fingers inside your pussy. You will like feeling my fingers slide in and out of you. You will feel the most wonderful pleasure that is possible. As I slide my fingers in and out, you will want more and more until you explode in the most intensive orgasm ever. A very powerful orgasm. Tell me Beverly, do you want me to bring you to orgasm?" "Yes." Wesley grunted as his body jerked again. NaNita's long finger had not entered his vagina yet, but was just floating around the pubic hair as she talked. "Good. I want to share that very intimate and special feeling with you. In a moment, I am going to gently enter your delicious pussy and to help you have the most intensive orgasm that you have ever experienced. Can you feel the pleasure of anticipation spreading over your body? Can you feel it spreading out from your pussy? Down your legs? Up into your belly? Through your breasts? Do you feel it, Beverly?" "Yes." NaNita's fingernail was gently prying against Wesley's pussylips. "I won't enter you until after you have made yourself very wet and released the first wonderful burst of female wetness. You must relax and let your body prepare for me. I know it wants to. I can feel it getting ready to burst with a very intensive orgasm. Let your whole body come for me. Get ready, my beautiful Beverly Crusher. I am ready. Are you ready to come for me?" "Yes." Wesley groaned as he thrashed on the table. Then from deep inside, he felt that now welcomed first indication of orgasm. Every muscle of Wesley's body tightened as he waited for that magical moment. Then he felt NaNita's finger spread his vagina lips and press deeply into his vagina. His body felt like it was going to explode. His body arched and pleaded for release. "You've got a nice firm body. Do you like having your sensitive nipples kissed and nibbled?" "Gaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddddd", He moaned, feeling his hips bucking in time with the rhythm of NaNita's finger sliding in and out of his vagina. Every cell began screaming causing his whole body to jerk and thrash, at odds with his head flailing from side to side. For what seemed like minutes, Wesley was tore apart by the most intensive feeling that he had ever experienced. NaNita had moved her lips so that she was nibbling on each of Wesley's breast sensitive underside. Then his body quivered all over and he went limp, feeling the warm feeling of NaNita's finger deep inside him. A flood of female honey began gushing down onto her finger and down his leg. He was drenched in sweat and his very feminine face beamed with contentment. "Close your eyes, let your body relax as you remember how you come for me. You love to come. You will feel this again and again as we play with each other. Now I am going to share with you, one of my favorite pleasures. After I play with myself, I love to rub my finger against my lips and to suck on my finger, as I taste my wonderful joy juice. Let me share my finger covered with your pussy juice with you." Slowly, NaNita's finger pulled out from Wesley's vagina and moved up to Wesley's open mouth. NaNita's finger were drenched with juice. Wesley opened his mouth and NaNita inserted her coated finger into Wesley's open mouth. As her finger entered, Wesley wrapped his lips around her finger and gently began sucking on her finger as his tongue licked the wonderful tasting juice from the finger. It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted as he sucked the finger dry. For several minutes, they laid on the table, slowly and gently caressing each other. Then NaNita said "I have to get ready to go to work. Come with me and help me take a shower. Then we will dress each other." Chapter 5 - The Resort It felt like a dream. A dream that he did not want to wake up from. It did not feel strange to have this incredible sexy woman make love to him, because it had occurred so many times in his past dreams as he masturbated himself. It did not feel strange that he was now in a woman's body or that he was experiencing intense sexual feelings that he had never dreamed of. It did not feel strange that he wanted more. They had taken a long, slow shower together, playing with each other and bringing each other to mutual orgasm in the shower. Just thinking about the way that NaNita looked, with her firm wet body glistening under those shower lights, so muscular yet still so feminine, with a trail of hot sweet nectar running down her solid steel thighs. Standing up, NaNita's breasts had been level with Wesley's mouth and he had stared at the last drops of water hanging from each firm nipple; just waiting for his mouth to re-wrap around the heavenly boobs. Every cell in his body felt absolutely satisfied. Then NaNita had led the body of Beverly Crusher into another room, using a gentle kiss on each still throbbing nipple. The person inhabiting that body was Wesley Crusher, but it was no longer the Wesley Crusher of 48 hours ago. This new person had the memories of Wesley Crusher, the body of Beverly Crusher and the smoldering sexual desires that neither of them had ever experienced before. While the real Beverly had enjoyed being a woman for all of her 42 years, this new Beverly was trying to catch up on the pleasures of being a woman in only a few days. This new Beverly gladly answered to the name Beverly because it fit his new attitude and desires. Gone was his resolve to protect his mother's image. In it's place was the strongest desire that he had ever experienced in his life - the desire to experience sex as only a woman can experience it. NaNita had examined the female Crusher body with a tricorder and determined that the body was in excellent shape, except that the last birth control medication had been given almost six months ago. Wesley accepted the medication without any hesitation; that he would have refused just hours before. NaNita also remarked "Most 42 year old women have noticeably sagging breasts, but your breasts had the Devarkina Process about three years ago, which would keep them looking this firm and nice for another sixteen years. Otherwise they would be hanging down, like two large udders." "Well, after all, I am a doctor and have to take care of myself. Let's go back to your place and make love for the next two days." he replied. "I can't. I have other visitor's where I must fulfill their fantasy. And your next two fantasy's have already been scheduled." "Next two? I never expressed any desire for a fantasy." NaNita looked at a clock and said "Every person is scanned as they approach our resort, using a modified Bakorum process. This process evaluates the visitor and records the three major sexual fanta