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"We are preparing to enter the inversion field, Captain." "Thank you, Mr. Sulu. Spock?" "Our monitors are all ready. Systems look good." Kirk frowned. The mission, to enter a strange of energy that had appeared at the fringes of the Mulinite system and perform scientific tests to determine the properties of the field disturbed him, and not just because it put his ship at risk. The mission, he felt, could be handled equally well by a scientific vessel, and it had meant that he and his exhausted crew were forced to postpone leave for an additional week - it was the kind of decision that made him consider becoming an admiral, just so he could whip some sense into the top brass, but there was nothing for it now. The Enterprise rocked, the lights on the bridge flickered. "Mr. Sulu?" "We are entering the turbulence where normal space meets the inversion field." "Spock?" "Normal activity on all monitors. We are about to enter the inversion." Inversion. The particles in this region of space seemed to have properties opposite of normal energy, not anti-matter, but energy inside out. The probes they'd sent in had all come back without major damage, but something about the field worried Kirk. The ship shook some more, and he crossed his legs, reaching down to smooth his skirt over the sheer pantyhose that covered - skirt? He sat forward, shook his head, looked down at his black trousered legs. "Sir?" It was Janice Rand, the pretty blonde yeoman with the not so secret crush. "Nothing," he said. "Spock?" "We are now entering the field. Commencing scientific array." The sooner we get out of here the better, Kirk thought, idly examining the long, red nails on his left hand, and making a little clucking noise when he saw that he'd somehow chipped one and would need to - He shook his head. The crimson nails remained. He looked down and saw round, smooth legs, knee length heeled boots on his feet. "What?" "Fascinating," Spock said, and Kirk turned to see the Vulcan standing in a woman's blue uniform, a mass of glossy black hair piled up on his head. Reaching up, Kirk realized that he had a mass of hair of his own now, and looking to his left he saw Rand standing next to him, her own hair cut short-she was wearing a gold shirt and men's pants. "Captain," Rand said, and then her mouth just hung open as she shook her head in shock and looked down to examine her own clothes. Chekov and Sulu were both reaching up to pat at the elaborate hairdos that now graced their own heads. "Full reverse," Kirk said. "Get us out of here." Sulu turned to look back at Kirk. "What's happening?" Captain Kirk noticed that Sulu's mouth was painted with a peach colored lipstick, there was eye shadow, rouge, and he reached up and touched his own cheek, feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment at the thought that Rand had seen him-was seeing him-with his own face painted like a girl's. "Full reverse," he repeated, trying to put some authority into his voice. "Full reverse now." "Captain, I am not sure," Spock started, but Sulu, following the command, had put the engines in full reverse, resulting in the ship seeming to flash forward through the inversion field, bursting through it into normal space, the entire ship seeming to tremble as the bridge grew dark, then lit back up. Kirk looked down. He was still wearing the little mini-dress. The women's boots. He was aware of the straps over his shoulders, the fabric of a bra stretched flat against his flat chest. "Stop. Full stop. I think." "Captain?" Sulu asked. "Full stop," Kirk repeated, trying to sound more certain than he felt. He pushed forward and hopped down from his captain's chair-which seemed a little higher and deeper than he remembered-and wobbled slightly perched on his high-heel boots. Rand reached over and took his elbow, steadying him. He looked up at her-up? -- feeling a confused jumble of awkward, embarrassed and grateful, said "thanks" and gently removed the woman's hand from his arm. Part of him wanted to turn the ship around, rush back through the field, maybe get turned back to normal. "Captain." He turned uncertainly, watching Spock walk awkwardly toward him, uncertain on the high heels of his boots, his arms out at his sides, hands flat toward the floor like he was concerned he might fall. Seeing how short Spock's skirt was Captain Kirk tugged at the back of his own. "I believe that the inversion field caused us to shoot forward when you put the engines in reverse, launching us through the field and into a parallel dimension much like the one we encountered previously." "Our evil selves?" "Yes, but clearly this one has a different set of rules. Inversion." "I think, maybe, that we should just go back through the inversion field and get back to normal," Kirk said, thinking that Spock looked ridiculous with long hair all braided on top of his head, lipstick on his mouth. "I don't know. What do you think?" "Captain," Chekov said. "We have completely lost deflector shields and ship systems all over the Enterprise are functioning at below standard performance." Kirk spun, almost losing his balance. "What?" "We are being hailed, Captain. By a Klingon warship." Lost deflectors? Klingon warships? "Oh, I can't answer them looking like this," Kirk said, biting his lip. He stepped gingerly to his chair, tugging at one of his earrings. "What do they want?" "They want to talk to the captain," she answered. "The Klingon warship just armed their weapons," Chekov said. "Sulu?" "We are down to impulse engines only." Kirk reached over and pressed the intercom to the engine room. "Scotty, could you please give me a report on the deflector shields?" "Everything's been turned upside down, captain. We have issues in every system. It'll be hours, maybe days before we restore systems. Sorry." "Urgent hail from the Klingons, captain. They demand an answer now." Kirk looked around, frightened. Not my ship, he thought, my crew. Shields were down. The ship was crippled. What can I do? He looked at Spock, at Sulu. "What should I do?" He said out loud. "I can't think." "Captain," Rand said. "Leave the viewer off and speak to the Klingon over audio only communications." Kirk sighed and gave Rand a grateful smile. "Thank you," he said. "Thank you." He would have given her a hug if he weren't afraid to walk in his heels. "Uhura, open audio channel to the Klingon ship." "Channel open, Captain." "This is James T. Kirk of the Starship Enterprise. Please cease your approach to our ship. I repeat, please don't come any closer. Or we might have to - just don't come any closer. Please." Kirk wasn't even aware of the strange looks his crewman gave him. "Say pretty please," a gruff Klingon voice came back. "Pretty please?" Kirk answered. The Klingon laughed. "Full stop. Disarm weapons systems." There was a momentary pause. "State the nature of your business." Kirk looked to Rand. She nodded. "We are on a scientific mission to examine a space anomaly." "There have been some strange ships coming out of that field captain. Some craft that don't seem to recognize the treaty between our peoples. Very strange behavior. I'd suggest staying away from the thing." "Well, um, we recognize the treaty?" "Yes, I am familiar with this ship. Our sensors indicate extensive damage to your ship. Can we help?" Kirk frowned. "Can you help?" "Yes, captain. Can we help?" Rand signaled that he should stall for a moment. Kirk nodded. "Give me a moment." "As you wish." Rand signaled for Uhura to turn off the pick up. "We are in an alternative universe, Captain. We do not know the full nature of Klingon-Federation relations." "Rand is right," Spock answered. "Given our lack of knowledge, the most logical course of action would be to provide them with minimal knowledge of our situation-and our ship." "Rand?" "I agree with Spock. Tell them that we are affecting repairs now." "Okay - oh, wait. Maybe I should ask Scotty what he thinks first?" "Just tell him now," Rand said. Kirk started to respond, but by the firm look in Rand's eye, it just seemed like she really knew what he should do, so Kirk nodded again and smiled gratefully up at Rand. "Okay." "Uhura," Rand said. It annoyed Kirk that Rand was giving orders, but he thought it better to avoid any kind of confrontation. Maybe he'd take her aside later and talk it over nicely. "We are affecting repairs now. All is fine." "Okay, Captain. If you are sure." Kirk looked up at Rand. She gave him a thumbs up. "I'm sure," he said relieved. "Thank you so much anyway." "Just one more thing," the Klingon said. "Yes?" "What happened to the Captain Rand who used to be in charge of the Enterprise?" Kirk felt his heart flutter. Rand shook her head, her eyes distant as if she were waking from a dream, put her arm around Kirk's shoulder and whispered in his ear "Tell him that Rand is still the captain. She's just off-bridge." Kirk shook his head and tried to pull away from Rand, but the woman tightened her grip on his shoulder and hissed, "Say it." "Ummm... Rand is still the captain. She is just-right now she's off bridge. Sorry." "She? The Rand that I knew was a man." "This is Kirk, out," Kirk said suddenly. Rand gently ran a knuckle along his cheek as she let him go. "Rand? The Captain?" Kirk said, a cold dagger of fear stabbing at his heart. "I'm the captain. This is my ship." He tottered on his heels, stepping away from Rand, his arms forward and to this side as he tried to keep his balance. "Look at her uniform," Spock said. Kirk looked at Rand's uniform, saw the captain's stripes on her sleeves. He looked down at his own, and saw that they were lacking. "A yeoman," he whispered. "But this isn't my uniform. Rand, please," he said, almost begging, "you know that I am the captain." "The inversion field changed more than just our clothes," Rand said, sliding easily into the captain's chair. "Get out of my chair," Kirk shrieked, feeling powerless, overwhelmed, confused. His eyes began to sting with tears. "Spock," he said, "help me. Chekov. Sulu. I am the captain, not her." But even as he said the words, they sounded false to him, like he knew they couldn't be true anymore as he stood there in his dress, the tears flowing from his eyes causing his mascara to run. He looked at Sulu and Chekov, their painted mouths were open in shock and surprise at seeing the captain cry and throw a fit. "Every other word is please," Rand said. "And you apologized to the Klingon. You can't make a decision." "I am the captain," Kirk yelled, stomping one of his little, booted feet. "Get out of my chair." Spock put an arm around Kirk and pulled the captain in for a hug. Kirk fought, just for a moment, and then surrendered to the hug, resting his head against Spock's chest. Spock turned Kirk so he faced away from the captain's chair. "I'm the captain," Kirk murmured. "This is my ship. Please help me, Spock. Tell her I'm the captain." "There, there," Spock whispered. "Everything will okay. Let's go now." "Take her down to medical bay," Captain Rand said. "See what Doctor McCoy can do." Spock nodded, taking Kirk's hand and leading him to the elevator. Kirk, his head down, still sniffling, left the bridge without another word, without looking back. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Kirk tried to smile. "You'll help me, right?" He said. "To get my ship back?" Spock looked at Kirk, the mascara running down his cheeks, thin, feminine eyebrows beneath of massive of platinum hair braided and piled on his head. "Based on the changes I observe in you," he said, deciding it would be best to be blunt. "I do not believe that at this time you can serve as captain." "You're betraying me? You're joining Rand in mutiny?" "In this universe Rand is the rightful captain. More importantly, she has greater leadership qualities than you at present. Our best chance to return to normal status is to allow Rand to lead." "I'll get my ship back with or without you," Kirk said. "I do not believe you are capable of regaining control of this ship, captain. You can't even control yourself." "I thought you were my friend." "I am, and as a friend I must tell you that you are now better suited to serving this ship as a yeoman. As am I." He held out his own sleeve, Kirk noted the missing stripes. "How can you accept it? It isn't real. These aren't our uniforms. Not our ranks. I am the captain. You are the first officer." "And yet when Rand gives orders, you obey." "I-I was embarrassed. Look at me. I feel ridiculous." The doors to the elevator opened. Kirk hesitated. "Spock, I don't need sick bay. Let me go back to my quarters. Rest. I just need some rest." "You intend to go to your quarters, find a male uniform and return to the bridge to reclaim your command." "You can see right through me," Kirk said with a shy little smile. "Let me go. Please?" "My orders are to take you to sick bay." Kirk crossed his arms over his chest and stared Spock right in the eyes. The Vulcan looked back, impassive. Kirk blinked first, sighing theatrically and rolling his eyes. "Fine," he said. "Whatever." Spock took his hand. "Come on. I promise the doctor will give you a lollipop after he sees you." "I should be mad at you," Kirk said. "But I'm not. I don't know how I feel." Kirk wiped his cheeks. He knew that his make-up was ruined and both wished he had a chance to touch it up and hated himself for even considering it. "I don't know what to do," he said. "I am the captain, and yet I am not the captain. I can't - I can't lose my ship, and yet I am not sure how to fight or even if I should. I have to get out of this uniform," he finally said, plucking at the hem of his skirt. "And a hair cut," he touched his mass of hair with the tips of his fingers. "I feel like I have ten pounds of hair on my head. Of course, no one will follow a captain dressed the way I am." "My orders are to take you to sick bay." "Can't you at least let me put on some normal clothes? Don't you want to put on some normal clothes?" "If my observations and deductions are correct, captain, what we are currently wearing is normal for us now." "You mean in this universe men wear what we think of as women's clothing?" "Not at all. I believe that the changes in us are not yet complete. I believe that we are turning into women." The door to sickbay whisked open, and Spock and Kirk walked in to find McCoy in a little blue uniform, checking the vital stats on an unconscious crewman who lay sleeping. "Doctor McCoy," Spock said. "Nurse McCoy," he answered ruefully. "The doctor is seeing a patient in the next room." "Can you perform a full check on yeoman Kirk?" McCoy didn't comment on the use of the title yeoman, but merely patted one of the beds and signaled Kirk to sit down. "There's nothing wrong with me," Kirk said, sitting down on the edge of one of the beds, "that wouldn't be fixed with a haircut and a pair of pants." "You look like you've been crying." "It was-I just lost it for a sec." Spock examined the ship's computer while McCoy performed the exam. After, the three gathered. "James, your body has undergone significant physiological change. You now have four times the estrogen that would typically be found in a healthy woman your age, there have been changes to your skeletal frame and your corpus collosum has developed more like that typical in a healthy female. You have also lost height and mass- everywhere but on your head." Kirk glanced at Spock, who merely nodded. "Have you looked at other crewman?" "A few. The one sleeping here fainted. When he woke up he was so hysterical that I had to sedate him. Similar changes to yours. I found the same changes in myself." "What were the changes to the skeleton?" Spock asked. "The most obvious is in the ribcage. We each gained a rib." "So your skeletons are more like those of human female now?" "They are those of human females, Spock. I'd say it's the damndest thing I ever saw, but I've seen a lot of damnable things over the years." "What of the women?" Spock asked. "The opposite changes. Testosterone surge. Male skeletal formation. The rest." "Spock thinks that our sexes are reversing," Kirk said somewhat derisively. "I don't know if it will go all the way to reproductive systems, but you and I are more like women now than we were when we got up this morning. I see significant activity in the Muellerian Ducts on all the male patients." "Meaning?" Kirk asked. "When a female infant develops, her Muellerian Ducts turn into her uterus, her fallopian tubes." "Female sex organs," Spock added. Kirk gasped, unconsciously drawing his knees together. "Looks like maybe you were right, Spock. A uterus?" He put a hand gently to his belly, thinking about females and their cycles. Did this mean that he would--? He didn't even want to think about it. McCoy gave Kirk's shoulder a little squeeze. "Don't look so grim. We'll get back through the inversion field and safely male before you know it." "I-I guess I just hope so." "Before you leave, let me see if the doctor wants to see you." "Bones? What are you talking about doctor? You are the doctor. Doesn't it bother you to just start fluttering around here playing Florence Nightingale in your little dress while the real nurse gives you orders?" McCoy pursed his red painted lips. "Um, you know, it really doesn't. It actually just seems natural to me. I find it hard to make decisions since the change. Wait here. I'll consult with the doctor." Madness, Kirk thought, watching Bones walk daintily back to the office. Kirk got up and checked his face in the mirror. His eyes were losing the redness and puffiness from his crying spell, but his make-up really did need a touching up. He reached up and fussed a little with his elaborate platinum hairdo. Doctor Chapel walked in and greeted Spock. "Yeoman Kirk, I understand everything checks out." "Captain Kirk," he responded, turning and facing the doctor, feeling small and vulnerable. He leaned to one side, a hand on a hip, one knee bent toward the other. "Well, if you have any more crying spells or feel a little, oh you know, hysterical, just come back and we'll give you a sedative." "I don't appreciate the condescending tone." "I am your superior, yeoman. And I will not tolerate your attitude." Kirk glanced at McCoy and Spock. They were each looking at him expectantly. He started to speak, saw the anger in Doctor Chapel's eyes, and lowered his lashes. "Yes, doctor." "I expect an apology," Chapel said. "I'm sorry doctor," Kirk answered pulling at the hem of his dress. "It won't happen again." His face was burning, and he fought back tears of shame and anger. Doctor Chapel stepped forward and gave Kirk's arm a squeeze. "It's okay, yeoman Kirk. You're a good boy, and I like you." Kirk smiled up gratefully at the tall woman, hooking a strand of hair behind his ear doing a happy little knee bend. "Thanks." As the door to sickbay closed and the two started walking toward the elevator, Kirk made a chopping motion with his hand. "Don't say a word." "You could not stand up to her, James. The changes in your system, the estrogen, have made you too emotional." "I am going to get back command of my ship," Kirk said. "And then we'll see who's crying." *** Spock left Kirk off at his room. It was no longer a spacious captain's suite, but a small little cell with a narrow cot and place to store clothes and little else. Kirk looked through his closet and drawers- nothing but women's uniforms, bras and panties, sheer stockings. The counter in front of the room's little mirror was cluttered with brushes and bottles of make-up. On the walls hung pictures of family, now all altered, the men with long hair and painted faces, the women smug and confident in jackets and ties. The only nightclothes were a dainty silk gown in smoky black that was actually transparent. Kirk, opting to just sleep in his dress, sunk down onto his cot with a sigh. He would need to go to have a new uniform issued, scrub off the make-up, get a haircut. Reassert his fading masculinity. But first, he just wanted to sleep. It had been such a trying day. He though about taking off the bra he could feel on his chest, maybe slipping off his panties, but he was just too tired to worry about it. He didn't even bother to take his boots off. As he drifted off to sleep, he heard Rand come on over the intercom. "This is Captain Rand," her voice said, the title grating on Kirk's sleepy mind. "As you all know, there has been a drastic change in the crew as a result of our passing through a what we are calling a space inversion and entering an alternative universe. Many of us now have found new assignments, and because changes have made these assignments appropriate, we must accept them and do our best in our new roles. In order to limit confusion, the dress code will remain as it is currently outlined in the main computer. That is, slacks and shirts, hair above the ears for women. In addition to their now standard uniforms, men will be expected to observe all the requirements of the dress code as it now applies to them - light make up, tasteful jewelry. I know this is a trying time for us all, but I know that this crew is the most professional crew in space, and I trust you all to make the necessary adjustments to conform with regulations as they now stand for you." "She's loving this," Kirk thought, hugging his pillow to his chest as his head grew heavy with sleep. "I must regain control of the ship. I simply must." Kirk woke, hot and sweating. His head was cloudy, and he knew that his sleep had been restless, troubled with dreams, though he couldn't really remember them aside from the fact that he's been falling, constantly falling. He sat up with a start and felt a strange jiggling on his chest. Looking down, he saw that the front of his dress was now pushed out by two small breasts, little tiny hints of breasts really, like a young near teen girl would have. They filled the little bra he'd fallen asleep in. Swinging his legs off the bed, Kirk wandered over to the little mirror above the sink and looked at his small, perky breasts. His face grew flush. How would he stand up to Rand now, with the little breasts swelling out the front of his dress? He could also see that his shoulders and arms had lost more muscle, becoming more the rounded, slender limbs of a female. His hips, meanwhile, had the slightest of feminine flares. And so how am I going to do this? He wondered. Walk onto the bridge in my dress, shake my little tits for Rand and ask her to pretty please let me be captain of the ship? Obviously, it was going to take more than a haircut for him to win back his authority, his-manhood? Whatever. It seemed hopeless, but he couldn't surrender. He wouldn't. The Enterprise is mine, he thought, cupping his tits, pressing on them as if he could push them back into his chest. I will win her back. He heard his tummy growl and wanted to go to dinner, but he didn't want to go to the mess hall alone. Not like this. Besides, he wanted to talk with someone who might help him get the ship back, so he got onto the communicator and called McCoy. "Do you want to get together for dinner?" "Sure? What time?" "Give me half an hour or so," Kirk said. "Fine. I'll meet you at your quarters." An hour later Bones sat prettily on the edge of Kirk's cot, his womanly legs crossed at the knees, his hands in his lap. Kirk was sitting at his mirror, fussing with his make-up. "You look great," Bones said. "Let's go already." Kirk's hands fluttered as he talked. "Oh, I just can't seem to get my eye shadow blended just right." He turned. "Rand thinks she's cute ordering us to keep up the act, but if I am going to do it I am going to do it right. She won't get the satisfaction of seeing me looking anything but perfectly made up." Bones smiled. How could this insecure girl, because that was already what Kirk had become, really think that she could be captain of the Enterprise? If only he would accept his station, Bones thought, but the whole time he'd been fixing his hair and putting on his make-up, Kirk had chattered on and on about getting command of the ship back and taking them back through the inversion field, restoring their manhood. Bones just let the little one chatter. What good would come from confrontation? Finally, Kirk slipped on a pair of earrings, stood up and smoothed down the front of his freshly donned uniform and turned to face Bones with a big smile. "I'm ready!" "You look great," Bones said. "As fresh as a daisy." Kirk glanced over at the other man's small breasts. "I feel so silly walking around like this," he said, "with these. I wonder what the women will say?" It didn't take them long to find out. The women, taller and feverish with testosterone, let their appreciation show. On the way to the mess hall, Kirk heard no less than three whistles, two women murmur "nice legs" as they walked past, one "nice ass" and one "he's gonna have some nice tits when he grows up." Kirk and Bones each blushed beneath their make-up, walked close together and smiled ruefully at each other with each call and comment. "I guess we're going to have to get used to it," Bones said at one point. "At least for now." "If I were still captain the women wouldn't dare." Bones patted the little man on the back. "You'll be captain again soon, but right now you're just a pretty little yeoman and the women are horny. Don't take it personally." "A yeoman and a nurse," Kirk said. "It's just so---" he couldn't think of a word and just shook his head, smiling vacantly. "You're doing a lot better on your high-heels," McCoy noted. Kirk did a little twirl and smiled prettily. "Thanks. You are, too." "Forgive me if I don't spin." Kirk did another twirl and grabbed McCoy's hand. "Come on you old biddy." Kirk and McCoy got their food, found a place in the corner and ate. Kirk found himself glancing around the room, trying to see who else was there and how they'd changed. Which of the men were becoming pretty, which weren't. Bones, too, found himself checking out the rest of the room with something other than scientific curiosity. The men were all looking meek and shy, almost cringing in their little dresses as they tried to ignore the glances from the women, who were talking loud, laughing. They were all between genders, with the women taller, their chins and faces more masculine, their arms and legs more muscular. The men, of course, with their lavish hair and little feminine uniforms, their lipstick and rouge, looked far more girls than the girls looked like boys, but it was clear they were each becoming the other. He marveled at how much bigger the women seemed to him. It made him feel like a child to be so much smaller than half the population of the ship. Kirk finally managed to focus, putting his hand over McCoy's and learning forward. "So, are you with me or against me?" Bones, who'd been looking over at a tall, broad shouldered woman who was amusing the other girls making some kind of joke, looked back. "What?" "For me or against me?" "James, you're asking me to commit mutiny." "No, I'm not. I am the captain of this ship. Rand is the mutineer." "Even so," Bones answered, "I'm not sure how I can help you. I seem to be-just a little more passive then I used to be." "I just need to know that if you can help me, you will." McCoy looked at Kirk, trying hard to remember the man he'd been just a day before, before the long platinum blonde hair, the make-up, the girlishness. Maybe that Kirk was still in there somewhere, maybe. In any case, the pretty little man was McCoy's friend, wasn't he? And didn't McCoy owe him his friendship and loyalty? "I will," McCoy finally said. Kirk came around the table and gave McCoy a sisterly hug and a peck on the cheek. "I just knew I could count on you," he said, sitting back down. "There's one more question I have for you." "Yes?" "Earlier, when you said that we were developing - you know. A uterus?" "The Mullerian Ducts are active in us and developing as they would in a developing female, maturing into a uterus, fallopian tubes and-well," he leaned forward and whispered "and a vagina." Kirk squirmed uncomfortably. "Does that mean that I could, um, that I'll have-" "A baby?" McCoy guessed. "No. Well, that to, but I guess I am really wondering, well, worried about, something else. You know. The little monthly visitor?" McCoy shook his head. "I'm afraid so." Kirk sat back and shook his head, his face blushing so deeply McCoy could see the color right through his make-up. "We have to get out of here before that happens." "I couldn't agree with you more." The two men, finding themselves craving chocolate, decided to split a piece of chocolate cake over coffee, and after eating and a little more chit chat, the two got up and headed for the door. "Oh nurse," the handsome jokester Nurse McCoy had been watching earlier called, "I've got a pain in my groin. Can you kiss it and make it better?" "In your dreams," McCoy said, looking back over his shoulder. The women all guffawed. "Nice ass," the jokester called back weakly. McCoy gave it a shake and said, "Kiss it." *** Back in his room, Kirk slipped into his gossamer nightgown, took his hair down and sat on his bed, brushing out the thick, golden locks that splashed down over his smooth, round shoulders and tickled the tops of his little tits. He was due to report for duty on the bridge first thing in the morning, and he wanted to think of some way he could seize back control of the ship. He ran the brush through his hair again and again, slowly and gently, letting his mind wander. Plans flitted through his mind-he could come on the bridge with a phasor, stun Rand and--- But he remembered how Sulu and Chekov had looked at him, how Spock had told him that he wasn't fit to command anymore. He couldn't stun the entire crew. He sighed. Tits and all, he thought, I am still more of a man than Rand. I have more experience. I have been tested. She, she, well... he thought about how she had taken control on the bridge, about her strong arms about his shoulders, the feel of her hand on his soft cheek. Rand must still love me, he thought idly. She always loved me. Maybe I could use that against her? He smiled, getting up and walking over to his mirror, looking at his pretty face, the long golden hair, the small breasts nestled in his gown. Of course, that was it. He would seduce her, give her what she had always craved and then use it to destroy her. Giggling, he did a little twirl. I'll show her that I am the better man, he thought, and get back command of the Enterprise. *** The next day, Kirk woke, groggy. Again, he had been kept awake with strange dreams, dreams where he was running, falling, scared as he raced from some unknown danger, always in a skirt and heels. He rolled out of bed and inspected the nightly changes. His breasts had continued to blossom, now bobbing on his chest still those of a girl, but an older girl of maybe sixteen. His hips had further rounded, and his shoulders and arms and legs were now fully the soft, round limbs of a female. His nose had gotten more pert, his lips fuller, his face now that of a girl. Down below he was still technically male, but he touched his stomach gingerly, feeling real or imagined shiftings in his tummy as his womb formed, his ovaries took shape. He had gotten up and hour and a half early, and by the time he had fixed his hair, dressed and done his make-up, he barely managed to get to the bridge in time, his clip board on his sassy curve of a hip, his shoulders back and breasts out as the elevator doors swooshed open and Rand turned to see him walk prettily onto the bridge. "Good morning Yeoman Kirk," Captain Rand said, running her eyes up and down his small, feminine body, letting them linger on his breasts, caress his long, bare legs. "Good morning, Captain," Kirk said, surprised as the softening of his voice that had taken place overnight, but distracted and pleased at the look of hunger he thought he detected in Rand's eyes. Rand, he noticed as he approached, had grown taller still, her shoulders becoming broad and gnarled with muscles, her chin becoming more a wedge of granite than a thing of bone. She was actually bigger and more muscular than Kirk had been before the change, and the only lingering sign of her former self were the small mounds of breasts that still pushed at the front of her shirt. Standing next to Rand in the chair, Kirk felt small and girlish, felt the heat of masculinity radiating from Janice Rand, and felt his own body suddenly grow hot with confusion and strange, unnamable desires. Kirk handed the clipboard the Rand. Rand looked Kirk right in the eyes and held the small man's gaze. Kirk looked away quickly, feeling himself blush. Looking up at the screen, Kirk was surprised to see that the Enterprise was orbiting a strange planet. "Um, excuse me, sir?" Rand didn't answer, but looked over and approved the reports from the previous day, approved the duty assignments for the coming day and then looked at Kirk again. "Did you want to ask me something?" "Yes?" Kirk said. "Go ahead. Don't be afraid." "Well, I was wondering why we're in orbit around that planet. Shouldn't we be, well, I was just thinking that, well-" "Can you get me some coffee? Two creams, no sugar?" "Oh," Kirk said, humiliated. "Of course, sir." He started to turn, stopped and almost curtsied. "Will there be anything else?" "Not just now, Yeoman." Kirk rushed off to get the coffee, hurried back and stood eagerly next to Rand's chair as the big woman took a sip. "Excellent," he said. "You make one heck of a cup of coffee." "Thank you, sir," Kirk said, feeling himself flush with pride even as he struggled with the sense of masculine shame. He wanted to ask about the planet, but Captain Rand had made it clear-after all, Kirk said to himself, I am just a girl- But I am not a girl, he said to himself. I am not a yeoman. I am the rightful captain of this ship. I need to stand up for myself. But he couldn't work up the courage and instead stood meekly next to Rand as she watched the image on the screen, as the science officer-a tall, lanky woman-performed some task, as the two women who had replaced Sulu and Chekov went about their business. I'll just listen, he thought. I'll find out what's happening, make my move later. It's this damn uniform, he thought again, feeling the cool air of the bridge against his bare legs. It emasculates me. "Captain," the science officer finally said. "I have identified a source for the Monolithium Crystals." Rand hopped to her feet. "Great news. I'll assemble a landing party. Meet me in the transporter room in one hour." He put his hand to the small of Kirk's back. "Come with me," he said. Kirk followed along, an electric feeling at his back where Rand's hand gently lay, guiding him toward the elevator. "Where? What?" "You are going to join me on the landing party which will go to the planet below in search of an energy source that will work in this crazy, mixed up universe. Does that sound good to you?" "Yes, sir," Kirk said, smiling brightly up at Rand. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Rand swept the little man into her arms. Kirk felt his knees go weak as his soft breasts pressed into Rand's firm belly, as he felt her powerful arms around his shoulders, his waist, as she leaned down and met his wet, crimson lips in a deep, powerful kiss that left Kirk clinging to Rand for support, stars flashing in his eyes. Rand hooked her hands under Kirk's armpits, lifted him up and gave him a little shake, almost like a doll, then set him down on his heels, still weak at the knees, trembling. "You get your pretty little behind down to fabrications for planet suitable clothing and meet me in the transporter room in one hour, okay Jamie?" Kirk nodded as the doors swooshed open. "Yes, um, Captain." "Hurry now," Rand said. And Kirk, his head swirling and his body electric with pleasure almost skipped down the hall. A confusion of thoughts, feelings and sensations swirled in his pretty little head - and not one of them had anything to do with getting back control of his ship.