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Captain Rand sprawled out on the bed, her head propped up on a pillow,
arms behind her head, obviously pleased with herself as she recounted ?
with a few little details left out lest it should upset little Yeoman
Kirk ? the meeting with the Klingon and the plan to get the crystals.
Kirk was sitting, his hands in his lap, Spock stood at the window,
Chapel at his elbow. The others were in chairs around the room.
"So, we should be able to waltz in there, take the crystals and walk
right out without a problem," Rand said. "Nice work, eh?" She winked at
Kirk.
"Very nice," Kirk had to admit. "But why do we have to wait until
tomorrow night to get the passes?"
"They're locked up in the building. She can't get them until she goes
to work the next day. She's actually working as a receptionist. What a
come down for a Klingon, eh?"
The men all glanced away, a little embarrassed at their own "come
downs" in terms of status, but none of the women seemed to notice. With
a glance at Uhura and Chapel, Rand went right into her next big
announcement. "Now, I am a little worried about all of you," she said.
"You're a lot more vulnerable now than you're used to and so I want us
to pair up so that each of you will have a woman to protect you in case
something happens."
"Like what?" Bones asked, suspiciously.
"The Klingons are not necessarily to be trusted. I am worried they may
try to kidnap one of you in order to gain leverage over us. Or even to
bring back with them to our universe for greater political gain."
"Do you have any indication that they have such a plan?" Spock asked.
Uhura spoke up. "We were tailed back to the hotel by a couple of the
girls."
"It's true," Chapel said. "So they know where we are."
"That doesn't seem to support the kidnapping scheme," Kirk said,
sourly, folding his slender arms under his breasts. "I think I would be
more comfortable sharing a room with one of the other men."
"Well, I didn't want to scare you, Jim, but the Klingons were
particularly interested in knowing if the legendary James Kirk was
here, like them transformed into a woman."
"You didn't tell them?" Kirk asked, pleased that she had used his male
name. Rand saw the flash of satisfaction.
"No. But they suspect. They know you would never allow yourself to be
left behind on such an important mission. Even ? well, even like you
are now."
"It really is for the best," Rand said, putting her hand on the small
of Spock's back. Spock gave her a quick little smile, and the hand slid
lower.
"I don't like it," McCoy said.
"Me, either."
"Well, the decision has been made," Rand said, "and it's just about
time for us all to turn in. Spock and Chapel, you will be in the third
room. McCoy and Uhura, you will be in the middle."
As soon as the others left, Kirk stood, glaring. "Don't think I can't
see right through your little game," he said angrily.
Rand smiled. "I am hoping that in addition to providing greater
security, our arrangement might also allow us to get to know each other
a little better. I won't lie to you about that. Is it really so wrong?"
"Jan, I am a man. A man inside this body. I am still the captain and I
will be the captain again when we get back to our own universe. I can't
be what you want me to be."
Rand stepped closer, Kirk held his ground, staring angrily up into her
eyes. "I still love you," Rand said. "Maybe even more now that you're ?
like this."
"This isn't me," he answered, looking down at his body, a confusion of
emotions again flooding through him. The word love ? why had it
affected him so?
He let Rand take him in her strong arms, allowed her to bring his head
to her hard, flat chest. "I want to protect you, Jim. To be strong for
you. I want to love you and make you happy, as you are now."
"I know," Kirk said. "I know. But..."
"Shhhhhhssss," Rand answered. "Don't talk. Just let me hold you for
awhile. You can do that for me, can't you?"
Kirk didn't answer, but just let his arms slip around her waist as he
pulled himself closer. It felt good to be here, in her arms, to feel
protected, to feel safe, to feel loved. He couldn't think it through,
couldn't understand it. It was just easier here, in her arms, and he
felt like letting go.
Rand had clothes for the night and next day beamed down. "Did you
arrange this with them in advance," Kirk asked, holding up the pink
satin pajamas and the little white robe that had been sent down for him
to wear to bed.
"I would have ordered lingerie for you," Rand answered from the
bathroom, where she was toweling off after showering.
Rand came out of the bathroom with nothing but the towel at her waist.
Kirk glanced back at her from the dresser mirror, where he sat as he
put his hair up, and took in the powerful shoulders, the mat of curly
blonde hair on her chest.
"It's all yours, cutie." Rand said.
Kirk hurried into the restroom, his cheeks burning.
Later, the room was dark accept for a little bit of hazy light from the
street lamps outside that seeped around the blackout curtains. Kirk lay
on his side all the way over at the edge of the bed. He heard the
sheets rustle, felt Rand moving close.
"Jan?" He said. "Please..."
"I am not going to try anything," she said, putting a hand gently on
his waist, letting it slide up the side of his soft, round hip. "I just
want to be close to you."
Kirk felt a tingle, started to argue then stopped. He felt so confused.
He wanted her to stay away, to stop touching him, and he also longed
for it, her caress, her attention. Her love.
"In the morning," Rand said, touching a loose blonde curl that hung
down against his long, slender neck. "You will be a woman."
"I am trying not to think about it."
"And I will be a man."
Kirk didn't say anything.
"Are you scared?" Rand said quietly.
"Yes," Kirk whispered. "Are you?"
"A little."
Kirk turned over, trying to see Rand's eyes in the dark. "Really?"
"Yes. It's all so new. So strange. And ? I have enjoyed being a woman.
I'm not Dr. Lester."
"You just ? it's just that you seem so ? well, different. You seem like
you are enjoying becoming a man more than I am enjoying becoming a
woman."
"You shouldn't be surprised by all that, Jim."
"Oh?"
"When you were a man, did you ever let it show when you were afraid?"
"No," Kirk admitted. "I didn't."
"In this universe, Jan Rand is a man, captain of a star ship, trained
from the time he was a boy to act a certain way. I am becoming that
man. It seems to be part of that process."
"And in this universe Jamie Kirk is a woman, a yeoman, a woman who was
trained to act a certain way ever since she was a little girl. And I am
becoming that woman, and I don't like it."
"Is it really so bad? Or are you projecting some of your old male
biases toward women onto yourself now?"
"I am losing myself," Kirk answered, ignoring the question. "I am
losing the man who would be out there right now, taking risks, doing
everything I can do to save my ship. I am sitting in a bar, flirting
with guys, and that's terrible, but just to the me that is fading,
disappearing, not to the Jamie Kirk I am becoming. She's used to being
pretty and leaving the decisions up to other people in her life. She
loves to wear pretty clothes and she is more interested in finding a
husband than being leader, a woman of consequence. I am becoming her."
"You are special, Jim. You will always be special." She reached out in
the darkness a few lose strands of hair from his face, let her hand
rest on his smooth cheek. Jim's eyes were wide and sparkled even in the
dim light. "You will always be the greatest starship captain the
Federation has ever seen."
"Oh, Jan," he sighed, covering her hand with his own. "Kiss me, please?
Kiss me so that I'll be glad I'm becoming a woman. Can you do that?"
Rand gathered Kirk into her arms, running her hands down his smooth
back as she kissed him, and kissed him and kissed him until he fell
back onto his pillows, dizzy with pleasure, reaching up to let his hair
down, burying his hands in the masses of curls even while Rand
unbuttoned his pajama top, cupped one his breasts and brought the firm
nipple into her hot, damp mouth. Kirk squirmed with pleasure, gasping,
as Rand caressed the inside of his smooth thigh with her other hand.
"Oh my God," he whispered. "Oh my God. Oh my God."
They fell asleep entangled in each other's arms.
***
Kirk woke first, coming gently out of a vague, pleasant dream, aware of
Rand's arms around him. They were spooning. The bright sunlight that
now snuck through the edge of the blackout curtains told him that it
was morning. Carefully, trying not to wake Rand, he let his slender
hand slip down between his thighs and gently ran his fingers over the
soft hair and then the lips of his vagina.
He had expected it. He had told himself he was ready for it. But it
still sent a shock of dismay through his system, a sudden jolt of fear
and disgust. It was gone, and not just gone. He was now one of them.
Women. Females. Weak. As if to confirm it, his vision grew blurry with
tears, and stifling a sob he slipped from the bed as carefully as he
could and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Tears
still falling down his cheeks, he covered his mouth with his hands and
stood looking at himself in the mirror, the long blonde hair tangled
from the night's games framed his smooth face. He let his hands drop,
and looked at himself, standing there in his pink silk pajamas, the top
still hanging open, the full breasts, larger than they'd been the day
before, swaying on his chest, his pink nipples hardening in the cool
air. His hips were wide, his legs still perfect. But none of this was
what he both needed to see and was afraid to look at.
He slipped out of his top first, slipping it from his smooth, rounded
shoulders, and then taking a deep breath, he slipped his pajama bottoms
over his hips, letting them slide down his smooth legs to pool on the
floor. He looked at himself down there, felt the room spin, and sat
down on the toilet, almost slipping in and jumping up with a yelp?
turning to see that Rand had left the seat up.
Jim Kirk sank weakly to the floor, her face in her hands. You knew this
was coming, she thought to herself. You knew you would wake up today as
a woman.
And yet somehow the reality of it all just seemed suddenly
overwhelming. The breasts, the soft voice, even the heels and purses
and skirts had been unmanning, embarrassing to the old Kirk, but as
long as she was still technically a man she had clung to that last
shred of her superiority, her identity ? and now? She thought about
what she had felt when she had reached down between her legs. What she
had seen in the mirror ? and what she had not seen. She didn't want to
face Rand now ? not like this.
And yet, more than ever she wanted to be held, to be held by Rand, to
feel safe and protected by her man. He loves me, she thought, wiping at
her tears. He loves me and will always love me ? even like this. Won't
he?
There was a gentle knocking at the door. "Are you alright?" Jan Rand
asked, concern in his voice.
"Yes," Jamie called back, noting that her voice had gotten even a
little softer, a little more feminine. "I'll be out in a minute."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
She stood. There was no way that she could let Jan see her like this?
her eyes all puffy from crying. She slipped her pajamas back on, fussed
with her hair as much as she could, put the toilet lid down, and sat,
getting control of herself, waiting until she would look her best when
seeing her man, really, for the first time.
***
Spock came out of the bathroom wearing a black lace bra and a fringe
thong. She stood at the foot of the bed, her hands in her hair, as she
arched her back, her hips swaying back and forth. Her lips were painted
with wet red lipstick, and her eyes smoldered with naked passion.
Chapel lay on the bed, looking at the high, firm breasts, the hips, the
beautiful, sensuous woman Spock had become and said, "You sure about
this?"
Sparking slinked onto the bed in a feline crawl and said, "This is a
rare opportunity for both of us to experience something that few of our
gender ever experience."
She crawled up Chapel's body, letting the tips of her breasts brush
against his belly then his chest as she planted a long, sloppy kiss on
his mouth, straddling him, the soft flesh of her thighs tight against
his rock hard ribs. Rand let his hands cup Spock's soft, round rear.
"That kiss didn't strike me as a very logical thing for a Vulcan to
do," Chapel teased.
"Why not?"
"I expected a little more tongue."
"Then let me try again."
***
McCoy sat in her bathrobe, dabbing her toast into the yolk form her
eggs.
Uhura, on the other side, was sawing at a piece of steak.
They glanced at each other when the rhythmic thumping began to come
from the room next door shared by Spock and Chapel. Uhura grinned.
McCoy grinned back, hiding her jealousy.
"Is that what I think it is?" Uhura said.
McCoy blushed. "I don't think they're playing chess. Gross."
"I am surprised that Chapel would do it."
"Chapel? What about Spock?"
They went back to eating in silence, but as the thumping was joined by
masculine grunts and female groans, Uhura snickered.
McCoy giggled.
And then they both burst out laughing.
***
Kirk sat on the edge of the bed, smiling up at Rand, who was sitting
across the room. "It's pretty hard for you?"
"Yeah," Kirk admitted, idly playing with a strand of his long blonde
hair.
"It'll get easier."
"Maybe we'll get out of here before that happens."
Rand looked at the little woman on the bed, looking so vulnerable, so
confused, so scared. Jacked up on testosterone, he schemed and planned
the day before to bang Kirk that morning, as soon as the former captain
was a female. And the response he'd gotten last night, the thrill he'd
gotten from making out with her, well, that had only made the need more
urgent.
But now ? he loved Kirk, more than he ever had, and he knew it would be
wrong even to try at this point. He would have to give her time. He
walked over and gave Jamie a quick little kiss on her cheek.
"I love you," he said.
Kirk didn't know what to say. She just gave Rand a little smile and
watched him disappear into the bathroom.
***
Spock and Chapel lay on their backs, sweaty, tired, relieved. "That was
strange," Chapel said. "I'm used to being the catcher."
"Strange?" Spock asked, a hint of feminine concern in her voice.
Chapel gave her a reassuring touch on the arm. "You were great. It's
just that I'm used to being the girl is all."
Spock smiled. "It is an interesting experience to make love as a
female."
"You seem so good with the change," Chapel said. "Don't you find any of
this ? disconcerting? Embarrassing? I can see the embarrassment in Kirk
and McCoy, but you just seem like ? a girl you."
"I am a female me. I suspect that the female Spock in this universe is
not as different from me as the female versions of Leonard and Jim are
from their old selves. And, whatever emotional turmoil may affect me as
a result of this change, I can control."
"You didn't seem to be able to control one emotion just now," Chapel
said, fondling one of Spock's breasts.
Spock raised a slender eyebrow and smiled at Chapel. "There is a level
of lust which is merely an expression of one's biology. In any event,
one experiment is hardly enough for me to make any valid observations
about the differences between making love as a man and a woman."
"I love when you talk dirty, little girl," Chapel said as Spock climbed
on top of him. "Should we experiment a little more?"
"Where do you want to start?"
"How about here?" Chapel put his hands on Spock's firm breasts and
squeezed.
Spock threw her head back, the pink tip of her tongue visible as she
sighed with pleasure, tossing her thick black mane and diving in to
meet Chapel's lips in a long, hungry kiss.
***
McCoy was putting on her make-up when the banging started again. "That
slutty little Vulcan tramp," she said, carefully blending her eye
shadow.
Uhura just shook his head. "I couldn't even look at the thing," he
admitted. "Let alone think about using it."
McCoy giggled. "I can't even imagine doing ? IT ? with a man."
"I feel the same way about doing it with a woman."
Despite her jealousy of Spock over Chapel, McCoy felt relieved that
things had worked out the way they had. She wasn't ready for a kiss,
let alone sex. Her body, well it had its own mind in some ways. She
caught herself looking at Uhura, at how tall he was, the little cleft
in his chin, how handsome he looked in his suit and tie. But that was
just ? well, she chalked it up to biology. And just because she could
see that Uhura was a handsome guy, that didn't mean she wanted to kiss
him. She had felt longings for Chapel ever since the change began, but
she also had no intentions of ever acting on them. So it was better ?
safer for her ? to be here in this room with Uhura, who'd been a
perfect gentleman all night.
Finished with her make-up, she slipped on earrings, a necklace and a
bracelet. Anyway, she thought, in another day they would be back in
their own universe, in a few more days back in their own bodies, and
then this would all seem just like a dream.
"I'm relieved that I don't hear any banging from the other side," Uhura
said.
"I don't think Jamie would ever do that," McCoy said, standing up and
smoothing her skirt.
"Not with Rand?"
"Not with a guy."
"Let's check on them." Uhura opened the door. "After you, Nurse McCoy."
McCoy said, "Thanks." and offered a pretty, feminine smile.
Uhura put a hand on his back and walked him to the room next door.
McCoy started to pull away, but she appreciated that Uhura was just
being a gentleman and decided not to risk offending him. It felt nice,
she decided, so why not just enjoy it?
***
The crew gathered. The women were all dressed prettily. McCoy wore a
houndstooth skirt and matching jacket that complimented her clean
scrubbed, country-girl looks. Spock wore a more sophisticated black
pencil skirt with a matching jacket over a white silk blouse. Kirk wore
a white silk halter dress with a red flower pattern. The men were in
slacks and blazers. McCoy had shot Spock a knowing glance as she had
entered, and Uhura had grinned at Chapel who raised his hands in an
unconvincing "who, me?" gesture.
"Uhura, Chapel and I are going to go down and check out the meeting
location. We'll figure out a way to secure the area and prevent any
tricks by the Klingons. I want you girls to wait here until we're
back."
"We want to help," Kirk said. "You shouldn't make us just wait here all
the time."
"I agree with Jamie," McCoy said.
Rand smiled. "You will help, but right now as far as I know, none of
the Klingons knows a thing about you. If they don't know what you look
like, you will be more useful to me tonight."
As soon as Rand and the men had left, McCoy grabbed Spock by the hand,
brought her over to the bed and said, "Tell us all about it."
"What?" Kirk asked.
"Do you want to tell her what or should I?"
Spock grinned, hooking her hair behind her ear. "Chapel and I had sex
this morning."
"You didn't!" Kirk said, sitting on the bed herself.
"Twice," McCoy offered.
"Twice?" Kirk asked.
"Twice."
"Details," Kirk laughed. "Details."
As Spock began to tell her story, the other two women leaned in close,
flushed and giggling, wondering what it would be like for them.
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