Captain's Log Stardate 6000: I Want To Be A Man. I Want To Be A Mother Part II free porn video

Down at the outfitting room, Kirk found Spock and McCoy already fitted with their outfits for the trip: Spock wore tight blue jeans and brown, stiletto-heeled boots, a form fitting white blouse with half sleeves that hugged his firm young breasts. McCoy wore a pair of tight black slacks, a white silk blouse and a cute little peach colored coat that tapered in emphasizing his small waist: Kirk hadn't seen either one in a day and the changes were startling as each now looked as much a shapely woman as Kirk himself. Spock was putting a floppy blue hat on his head, his long hair having been taken down and allowed to flow over his ears and shoulders. McCoy, who was touching up his lipstick, had his hair pinned back in a bun. "Spock! Bones!" Kirk said, giving each a little hug. "You're coming on the mission, too?" "I can't say I am any too happy about it," McCoy said. "Spock is even more insufferable as a woman than a man. Or an almost woman." "I merely observed that the doctor might want to consider heels as at his age his behind is sagging just a bit." "Is it?" Kirk said. "Not according to doctor Chapel," McCoy answered, and Kirk noticed a slight flinch from Spock, though the Vulcan quickly regained his composure. "She is being kind," Spock observed, "not an illogical decision for someone in her position." "She doesn't have cold green blood, that's for sure." "My blood is not cold," Spock said calmly, practicing his smile, a slender hand on his hip. Kirk left the two to argue, going in for his own outfitting. The planet they were going to had developed with remarkable similarities to 21st Century Earth, something that would have no doubt warranted greater exploration if they didn't intend to get out of this universe and never come back. Much to his delight, Kirk soon found himself wearing an off the shoulder fuzzy white sweater that showed off the black bra straps against his bare, rounded shoulders and a black, knee length pleated skirt as well as super cute little stiletto heeled black boots with bows on the heels. His long blonde hair was down in a messy style the specialist told him was very much in fashion and was fixing his make-up with shades of pink and blue that were in style on the surface below when the stylist shoved purses into each of their hands and said, "Get to the transporter room. They're waiting for you." Kirk shoved his make-up into the cute little black purse he'd been given and took one last look in the mirror, teasing his hair with his long, pink lacquered nails: Rand would melt when she saw him, he was sure of it. The three men drew admiring glances, whistles and a few wolf calls from the women they passed, each of who took a quick look back to check out the three shapely round behinds that were rushing past them. Kirk checked out the other two men: Spoke was becoming a tall, willowy woman with a firm, lean body. His legs, as they liked to say, went all the way from his ass to the ground, and the tight jeans he's wiggled his way into made that clear to the world. His hips and behind were tight and athletic, his breasts high and smallish, his shoulders broad. His face, with the high cheekbones and full lips, was startling. McCoy, a little older, had a fuller, more fleshy figure and a pretty but not beautiful face, though Kirk knew that men would look at the little man's generous hips and full breasts and feel the attraction they always felt toward a women who had an invitingly womanly shape. Things are moving so fast, Kirk thought, it's like none of us has really had a chance to even think about what has happened. His mind drifted back to how he'd felt in Rand's arms, how giddy he'd felt when she lifted him off his feet. He smiled inwardly as the memory sent a jolt of pleasure through his body and he felt his nipples getting hard. It wouldn't be hard to get Rand to love him. In the transporter room, the three men found Rand, Chapel and Uhura in suits and ties. "You boys are looking great," Chapel said, welcoming Kirk with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, Chapel and Uhura doing likewise for each of the other men. Again, Kirk found himself fascinated with the changes in the women, the tall, strong, bold men they were becoming. "He's just as pretty as you said," Uhura marveled, looking Kirk up and down. Kirk looked down, blushing but pleased to realize that Rand had been praising him. And yet it just wasn't quite right. He was supposed to be the one standing their letting his eyes drift over a little female's curves, the one giving orders, the one with the deep voice and the hard, firm chest, not standing here in a skirt and bra, blushing because someone thought he was pretty. "I think you embarrassed Jamie," Chapel said, putting her hand on his back. "You'll be alright." Rand stepped over and put a protective arm around Kirk's waist, leading him toward the transporter. "We need to get on with the mission." Each of them was given a communicator and a phaser, the men slipping the items into their purses while the women tucked them away in the pockets of their coats and pants. McCoy was given a tricorder which he slung over his shoulder, the strap crossing between his breasts. As the transporter flashed and the transporter room was replaced by a small, brick alley, Kirk looked over at Rand and smiled. "What should we do now?" "Stay with us," she answered, leading them out into a busy city street. Kirk wondered what was going on. Why all the subterfuge? The mystery? Why not just contact the people on the planet and ask for the crystals? He started to ask, but decided it wasn't his place and instead scurried behind Rand and the other women, clutching his purse to his side as they rushed through the busy pedestrian traffic. Being so much smaller, he felt the rush of people more intimidating and troublesome than he had when he was a man. He looked ahead and saw that Rand just walked and people got out of her way, and so he hurried to get closer to her so she could keep the path open. It was hard to keep up, being so much shorter and in heels, and he wanted to ask Rand to slow down, but again he felt that she was the Captain, and it really wasn't his decision. Besides, he thought it would make him seem weak. "Could you slow down?" Spock called from next to him. "What?" Rand glanced back. "Could you please slow down? It's hard for us to keep up." Rand smirked toward Uhura and Chapel. The three slowed their walk. "Better?" "Much better," Spock said. Kirk looked at him with admiration. It gave him the courage to ask the question he'd been wanting to ask. "Why all the secrecy, Captain Rand?" He asked. "Why not just ask for the crystals?" "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that," Rand answered. "You just trot along, and I'll tell you when I need you." Uhura snorted. McCoy gave Kirk's elbow a squeeze and rolled his eyes. Women. Kirk felt ashamed and decided that maybe he had better keep quiet, but Spock pressed on. "It is a logical question, Captain Rand, and it would be helpful to us if we knew the nature of our mission." Rand slowed down, and led the whole group over to a deserted area on the sidewalk. "Gather round," she said, and they all formed a circle. "Okay. This planet does not have relations with the Federation in this universe, by their own choice. So, we can't contact them and ask for the crystals. Second, they are currently at war, and monolithium crystals are kept under strict control. So, we are following non-interference protocols even thought this isn't our planet and seeking to find a way to get at the crystals in a non-obtrusive manner. Okay, boys?" "Ummmm," Kirk started, but then stopped, shaking his head. "Never mind." "Go ahead, Jamie. What is it?" "Well, don't we use dilithium crystals?" "If we did you'd be wearing pants right now," Rand answered, and the women all laughed. "I don't get it?" "In this universe men are women and women are men, Jamie." "Oh," he said, putting his fingertips gently to his cheek. "I am so dumb! In this universe power comes from monolithium?" "You betcha," Rand answered, "at least the kind of power we need to get back to our own universe." and grabbing Kirk's soft little hand in hers, she pulled the little man behind her saying, "Now let's go." and not waiting for an answer. Kirk, being pulled along behind Rand, felt the usual excitement of the mission, the thrill of not knowing how they would do what they had to do but that somehow, someway it would get done, and the thrill seemed different and almost better now that it would be Rand who took the lead, and he would watch her and help as he could, provide support wherever possible. It was ? thrilling ? to be in the presence of someone so confident, so decisive, and Kirk could feel an almost electric charge go from her big, calloused hand to his. The excitement didn't last long. Rand led them to a lounge, handed the maitre de some cash and said, "Get a table for these pretty ladies and make them comfortable. I'll be back with the other gentleman in a few hours." Disappointed, Kirk turned to Rand, who put her hands on his hips and pulled him close. He tilted his head back so he could look in her eyes. "What?" "We're going to do a few things. We'll call you if we need you." "I want to help," Kirk said. "You will, but just not yet." Rand reached up and brushed Kirk's hair back from his face, leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She looked down and let her eyes linger briefly on his breasts, before reaching up and hooking her fingers under one of his bra straps that had slid a little down his shoulder, pulling it back up. "Be good now." "Kay," he answered feeling flush, watching Rand and the women disappear then turning to see McCoy and Spock staring at him, their arms crossed over their chests, feet tapping. "Someone has a little secret to tell us about," McCoy said. "It is normal behavior for Earth females to discuss their relationships with friends," Spock added. "We expect all the details." Seated by the Maitre'd, the three men pulled their compacts out of their purses and checked their make-up while Kirk spoke, telling them about the elevator, the kiss, and how he hoped to somehow use Rand's attraction ? he decided to avoid the word love ? to regain control of the ship. McCoy shook his head. "You looked like you were swept away a little, Jamie." Kirk started to insist that McCoy call him by his proper name, but glancing around at the nearby tables thought maybe it was better to use the more feminine form he was stuck with in this universe. "Captain Rand is becoming a handsome male ? I believe the old earth lingo for her would be dashing," Spock observed. "It is only natural that he ? and perhaps others of us ? should feel some attraction." Bones smirked. "You getting the hots for Rand, too, Spock? Maybe the female physiology will finally break down that damnable Vulcan reserve of yours. I'd like to see you all hot and bothered." "There are biological imperatives in all of us," Spock answered, "and I am half human. But I suspect you will be exhibiting hot and bothered behaviors before me." The waiter came. The men ordered, Kirk dithering over what to get to the point where Spock finally ordered for him. "I'm not sure that I like just being left here while the girls take all the risks," Kirk said after Spock plucked the menu from his hand, passed it to the waiter and sent the young man on his way. "It's a shock, isn't it? To suddenly find ourselves so ? diminished?" McCoy said. "The nature and rapidity of the changes are remarkable," Spock said, puckering as her fixed his lipstick. "I find myself vastly more interested in what women are wearing than previously, and as we were walking my attention was drawn to the clothes and hairstyles of the various females we passed in order that I might assess my relative fashionability." "What if this is forever?" Kirk suddenly asked. "What if we can't get out of here? If we have to spend the rest of our lives like this?" "I've wondered the same thing," McCoy said, covering Kirk's hand with his own. "Things have happened so fast that I haven't really had time to deal with the changes and alterations, and I know my mind has changed as my figure has developed. Today, now, in the midst of the crisis - well, it isn't so bad. But forever?" "I believe that outcome extremely unlikely," Spock said. "I'm just worried is all," Kirk answered. "It's just that..." "What?" McCoy said. "Are you afraid we won't be able to get the monolithium crystals?" "Not that exactly," he said, hooking a strand of hair behind his ear. "I am worried that maybe Rand will, well she and the other women won't want to give up the power, the strength. I mean, what if I had the choice when I was a man? Would I have chosen to become a woman? To lose my authority? Everything? Of course not. I don't even like it now, even with the way I've changed." "But it may be that for the women the change is as discomforting as it is for us." "In my estimation, the most likely cause of our remaining in this system would be either the emergence of some unforeseen threat, or a positive decision by Captain Rand that she preferred to remain captain of the Enterprise." "Unforeseen threat? Like what?" Kirk said. "If I knew, it would not be unforeseen, Jamie." Kirk shook his head and almost covered his eyes with his hands?keeping them away to make sure not to mess up his make-up but making the gesture. "I am so dumb," he said. McCoy laughed. Spock raised an eyebrow. The waiter came with appetizers, and as he started to eat Kirk wondered what unforeseen circumstances might thwart their plans. *** She was tall, with fistfuls of dark black hair tumbling down over her shoulders. Her black eyes were wide and innocent and her mouth fleshy and red. Rand felt her heart drop from her chest as the receptionist looked up, smiled and said, "Can I help you?" "I was wondering if my associates and I could tour the facility," Rand said, her eyes drifting down momentarily to the full soft breasts that nestled in the open collar of the woman's blouse. Rand looked back up quickly, but the receptionist gave him a knowing little wink. "Due to security measures enacted as a result of the war," the woman said, jotting something on a little yellow note, "all tours have been suspended. You can't go beyond this room without a government issued security pass. Your name is?" The question caught Rand off guard. "I'm James Kirk," she said, using the first name that popped into his head. The woman's eyes widened and she smiled broadly. "James Kirk? What company are you here representing?" Rand admired the cool, coffee and cream complexion of the woman, the rich sexiness in her voice. "We're an investment firm. Look, if we can't have tour I guess we'll just thank you for your time." The woman stood, and Rand found herself appreciating the wide hips, the tiny waist. Her throat got dry and she tugged at the collar of her shirt. "Thanks anyway." The receptionist gestured for Rand to step closer. "I want to tell you something private," she said. Rand glanced at Uhura and Chapel. They shrugged. She leaned forward, and the receptionist stuck the little Post It note on the tip of her nose whispering, "I hope Kirk is a beautiful woman now." Rand stepped away, plucked the note from her nose and shoved it in her suit pocket. "Yes. I mean, well, yes and thanks. Have a good day." The woman sat primly back down at her desk, crossing her legs in her little gray skirt and waving. "Goodbye." "What was that all about?" Chapel asked as soon as they made their way back outside. "Was she coming onto you or what?" "That woman was a knock out. I don't even have a thing yet and I could feel it getting hard," Uhura added. "I know what you mean," Rand answered, fishing the note out of her pocket, a smile growing on her face as she skimmed the brief contents. "I thought I was going to pass out. I've never had a woman come on to me like that before." "What's it say?" The two women said, crowding in to try and see. "It seems," Rand answered, holding the note out to them, "that we have Klingon company from our own universe." "And she wants to meet you at a bar tonight for drinks after work?" "Yes, so it would seem. Whoever she was, whoever she used to be, she knows about the Enterprise. Maybe she can help us." "I'm not sure you should meet her," Uhura offered. "This could be some kind of trap." Rand thought about the twinkle in her eyes, the promise in that smile. The fullness of her breasts. "I'll meet her," she decided. "You'll back me up." The other women had already learned that it made no sense to argue when Rand had made a decision and merely nodded. "What do we do in the meantime?" Chapel said. "I wonder if she used to me a man?" Rand said. Uhura and Chapel looked at each other. "No. I mean, the way she was smiling at you?" And then they both laughed. "This universe does change people." "The Klingon crew we ran into when we first entered this world had a male captain, but most Klingon ships in our universe are all male." "She must have been a man before," Uhura said, intrigued. "But what a change. I wonder if our guys are going to be the same?" "Let's hope so," Rand answered. "It would be fun for a day or two. Or a night." "Are you serious?" Chapel said, though the tone of her voice suggested she'd been having the same thoughts. "Are you going to try and get in Kirk's pants?" "The composition of this landing party is not an accident, my friends. In another day or so, I expect the changes will be complete. Yeah, I'd like to take him for a roll in the hay once or twice." "The way he was looking at you back at the restaurant?" "I know," Rand said with a chuckle. "And I have only just begun to fight as it is. The change isn't even complete. I'll have him in a sundress baking cookies in no time." The women all laughed. "What now captain? Should we go back and get the men?" "Not just yet. Let's find a spot where we can call the ship without risk of being observed. See if they can find out about these government passes, maybe manufacture some. We'll arrange a hotel. This mission is going to take a couple of days even if it doesn't take a couple of days," she finally said as they headed down the road. "You two ought to think about giving it a whirl too." "Gross," Chapel said, again unconvincingly. "It might be good," Uhura said. "I've often wondered what it's like on this side of the fence. And I can't take my eyes off Spock's ass." Chapel snorted, checked her watch. "Why don't we find the public library? Call the ship from there and in the meantime see what we can learn from the morgue? Or is this society advanced enough to have some kind of Internet?" "I believe if the development parallels earth's as close as it seems to that this planet will have an Internet," Uhura answered after a moment's thought. "It appeared back in the late 20th Century in Earth's development. But if I remember my studies of primitive communication systems it was mostly just filled with porn." "There was enough demand for porn to foster the creation of a world wide computer network to distribute it? What kind of perverts were they back then?" Rand winked. "The same kind as we have today. Let's go." *** When Rand and the others did return to the restaurant, she was surprised to find that the boys had moved to the bar where they were chatting and laughing with a small group of men. Kirk was perched on a stool, sipping a drink, his skirt riding up on his thigh, and a man stood very close to him, leaning against the bar in such a way that he almost had his arm around Kirk's small body. Rand felt a stinging at her temples. Her face grew red. She walked over to the bar, took the drink from Kirk's hand, put an arm around his shoulders and looking right in the man's eyes said, "We have to go." Kirk glanced guiltily at Rand and said, "We were just talking, it's not?" Rand took his hand and helped him off the stool. "Grab your purse." "Maybe she doesn't want to go with you," the man said. Uhura and Chapel stepped forward, but Rand gave them a glance and stepped toward the man, almost chest to chest. Kirk's hands went to his face and he made small sound. "Don't, I mean..." "The lady is going with me," Rand said, staring into the man's eyes. "Do you have a problem with that?" McCoy and Spock had both frozen, their mouths open, waiting to see what would happen. Chapel put a hand on McCoy's small shoulder and whispered, "It'll be okay." He glanced up and offered Chapel a grateful smile. Spock started digging his purse, as if he weren't even paying attention. Uhura sidled up next to him and put a hand on the small of his back, not speaking. The drunk's eyes were glassy, and he threw his shoulders back. "Yeah I have a problem with that." Rand's hands flashed so quickly that Kirk didn't even really see what happened. The other man stumbled backwards and fell to floor as the bartender shouted, "Get out of here before I call the police." Rand threw some money on the bar, and as she grabbed Kirk roughly by the arm and dragged him toward the door. Kirk resisted for a moment, but Rand shot him an angry glance and he surrendered, his eyes on the ground as Rand led him out of the bar. The moment they were out the door, though, he squirmed away. "Let go of me." "What?" Rand said. "You didn't have to act like that. We were just talking." "If you think that guy just wanted to talk, you're dumber than I thought." "Don't call me dumb," Kirk said, stomping his foot. "I was trying to protect you," Rand said, glancing back at the other women, exasperated. "And if you'd gotten yourself arrested? Then where would we be? Captain?" Rand nodded. "Is that what this is all about? You're still pissy because you're the one in the skirt?" "It would probably be best," Spock said, "if we continued this in a less public place." "He's right," Uhura chimed in. Rand turned on them, started to speak then nodded. "Right. Let's get to the hotel." "Hotel? Why are we going to a hotel?" McCoy asked. "Patience, Nurse McCoy," Rand said. "I'll explain everything to you and the other 'men' when we get there." *** Kirk, Spock and McCoy found themselves sitting alone in a hotel room, left alone again. The women had explained that their efforts to manufacture security passes had failed, but that they'd made a contact at the SciTech facility housing the monlithium crystals and would we back later ? hopefully with good news. Then they'd rushed off, Rand pausing only momentarily to say, "Stay in the room. That's an order." Kirk sat, examining his nails. McCoy was stretched out on the bed. Spock stood at the window, his hands clenched behind his back as he stared at the street below. "I hate this," Kirk finally said. "They were hiding something." "They couldn't stop smirking when they talked about this contact they'd made," McCoy said. "A bunch of little boys with a big secret." "If they had a tree house, we wouldn't be allowed there either." "Perhaps there are ways we can still assist them," Spock said without turning around. Kirk didn't seem to hear. "It's another ? it's a woman. I could just tell." McCoy sat up. "Did you get that feeling, too?" "It was all over their faces." "Typical," McCoy said. "There is something more to it," Spock said. "You didn't think they were talking about a woman?" "On the contrary. I agree with your assessment. However, I believe there is something else they were hiding." "Any ideas?" "No." It was quiet for a time, and then McCoy finally sighed and said, "I was hoping maybe we would be back to our own universe before another day passed. I think that tomorrow we'll probably be fully changed." "Women," Kirk said. "It's strange to think about. I mean, I'm almost there now, but to be fully a woman, and for Rand to be fully a man. It ? I don't know. It makes me feel, well, a little nervous." "I believe that Rand is still very much in love with you," Spock said. "The over reaction at the bar was proof of that." "No kidding?" McCoy answered. "I do not jest," Spock said. McCoy groaned. "I meant ? never mind." Kirk hooked his ankles together and rocked gently in his seat. "That's what makes me nervous. I mean, if she thinks that I am going to let her make love to me ? as a man ? well, that's just not going to happen. And beating up that guy. She jeopardized the whole mission." "It was kind of sweet, though," McCoy said, remembering Chapel and how protective she'd been. "I mean, in an old fashioned barbarian caveman kind of way." "The human male will instinctively protect his mate," Spock said. "It is more a result of a biological impulse to protect his ability to procreate than any sort of noble gesture on his part. Rand was simply responding to a normal biological imperative?" "Just shut up for once you skinny bitch," McCoy said. "For once," Kirk said, "I agree with McCoy." "Most illogical," Spock answered. "Humans are like that." "And, according to common belief, human females even more so." "You're half human, Spock. Don't forget that. I wonder what will happen to your crazy Vulcan reproductive cycles now?" "It will be an interesting phenomenon. I wish now that I had studied the development of half human females. In any case, I wonder if we should really just sit here?" "I hate just sitting here," Kirk said. "But, well, orders are orders. I don't think it would be a good idea for us to just go running off without permission. We might get in trouble. Rand would get mad," he finished in a small voice. "For now," Spock said, "following orders would seem the more prudent decision." "And that means that I am going to treat myself to a nice, hot bath while we wait," McCoy said. "If I'm not back in three hours, wake me." Kirk flipped on the television. The first channel he turned to was a documentary on some kind of woman's channel about pregnancy. He leaned forward curiously and watched. *** "So," Rand said sliding into the booth across from the Klingon woman, "what's this all about?" The woman patted the bench next to her. "Sit a little closer. I don't want anyone to overhear our conversation." Rand drank her in again ? the full lips, the dark, sparkling eyes, the mounds of soft, flowing hair. She was wearing a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps now and Rand admired the woman's smooth, round arms. "Is this business or pleasure?" She asked, accepting the challenge in the woman's eyes and sliding around the booth. Rand stopped with about six inches between her and the Klingon, but the woman slid over until their hips were touching, the perfume on her body intoxicating as Rand stole a glance at her breasts. "Business can be pleasurable. For both of us. Drink?" "Sure." She signaled to the bartender, and a waitress came over with a rocks glass half full with some kind of whiskey. Rand took a quick sip and then returned her gaze to the beautiful woman's face. "So, you were a man before the change," Rand said. "Am I supposed to buy this sexy girl act from you now?" "You were a woman," the Klingon answered, "and yet you can't seem to take your eyes off my breasts. We change in this universe, not in ways we want, but we change." "I can't deny that," Rand said, enjoying the woman's candor, her confidence. "So what should I call you?" Rand said. "Why don't you call me Corrina? It comes from an earth word for maiden." "Fine then. What's this all about?" "Your name?" "Rand." Corrina reached up and ran her fingers through the short hair on the back of Rand's head. "Rand? I like that. You have a man's name though I know that you must have been a woman before you were given this body, and the fire and passion of a man. I am drawn to those things, things I once had." Rand felt herself getting lost in the woman's eyes, her own body electric with desire. The feelings surging through her were distracting her, clouding her mind. "Let's get to the point. We need monolithium crystals. You know that. Did you call this meeting because you can help because if not I need to move on." "We can help each other, Rand," Corrina said with a little laugh. "You see, we have been trapped in this universe for over a year." "A year?" "We have not been able to get the crystals." "This could be a bigger problem than I thought. Security is that good there?" "It is good, and there have been other complications." "Such as?" "In this society, women do not hold positions of authority. There is not a single female who is authorized to access the high security levels of that facility." "Why not?" "All of the usual reasons. The very things I would have said about females back before I became one. They think we are weak, both physically and mentally. They believe that we would be more easily manipulated. We are more prone to tears, to feminine emotional entanglements that cloud our little heads. That has made it much harder for us to gain access to the kinds of tools we need to gain entrance to the base. I was able to get a job there as a receptionist, but the chances of getting much higher are very slim, especially with false identities." "Couldn't you just blast your way in?" Corrina looked away. "We - tried that - in another city in the enemy state to this one. It did not go well. We are ? females now, females of a certain temperament, and we are not the warriors we once were. That is why..." and she reached over at this point and put a small hand on Rand's thigh, "that is why I need you." Her voice grew desperate now, husky, and her eyes just brimmed with the threat of tears. "You must help me get the crystals." Rand felt herself falling for the woman, an urge to comfort and protect her overriding her fears and concerns. She took the woman's hand in her own and kissed it. "What can I do?" Corrina smiled ? perhaps a little too quickly, but Rand ignored it. "We have security passes. A strong man such as you, well, you could use the pass to get into the facility, steal the crystals and help all of us escape from this terrible universe. Couldn't you?" "How do I know I can trust you?" Corrina's lips parted, she closed her eyes and whispered, "Kiss me." Rand saw the soft pink of her tongue behind the white teeth, leaned in, putting an arm around the woman's neck and kissed her, deeply, longingly, a shudder passing through both their bodies as the kiss ended, Rand aware of the weight of the woman's breast against her side, the hardening of her nipples. Corrina stared up into Rand's eyes, one hand gently against her chest. "What does your heart tell you?" Rand let one of her hands fall to Corrina's thigh. She caressed it as she stared at the woman's eyes, her mouth. "I trust you," Rand said. "I'm not sure I have a choice." "Good." Rand pulled away, took a deep breath, another shot of whiskey. "How soon can you get me the passes?" "Tomorrow?" "Good. Then should I meet you here?" "Why don't you come back to my place tonight?" Corrina said with a playful little smile. "I am not yet ? we have only been here a few days." "You mean you are still a woman? Where it counts?" "Yes," Rand admitted, feeling ashamed and confused that she felt ashamed. "Then meet me at my place tomorrow," Corrina said. "You will be ready by then." Rand started to argue, but just sat silently as Corrina used her lipstick to write her address on a napkin. Rand wanted the woman ? badly ? and she wanted to take her as a man. Something inside her urged her not to let herself get sidetracked, to be cautious, to stay in control, but her denial flooded in and as she took the napkin and stood to leave she told herself she wouldn't give in to temptation, she would get the passes and leave, but as she gathered Corrina into her arms she reached down, tilted her little chin up and gave her a long, lingering kiss full of promise. Corrina stood as Rand backed away, one hand on her hip, the other lost in her black mane as she tugged on an earring, her eyes lowered. "Wow," Chapel said as the three met up after. Uhura high-fived Rand. "That was some kiss you laid on her." "All in a day's work," Rand said, swaggering down the street, wiping Corrina's lipstick from her mouth with the back of her hand. "So, what's the deal with the crystals?" "I'll fill you in on the details as we walk back to the hotel," Rand said. "But I can tell you right now that she tasted as good as she looked." Uhura and Chapel laughed. Rand filled them in on the plan, and as they reached the elevator he turned to them and said, "Now on to conquest number two for the night." Uhura and Chapel just wagged their heads. "You are really turning into a regular dog, Captain." "Yeah, I am, aren't I?"