Star Trek The Second Life of Janice Lester
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Ever wonder what happened to Dr Janice Lester following the events of
'Turnabout Intruder'? (corrected and amended)
STAR TREK: THE FINAL FATE OF JANICE LESTER
by BobH
(c) 2014
All characters herein are the property of Paramount Pictures
*
"I don't like this, I don't like it at all," grumbled Leonard 'Bones'
McCoy.
"You surprise me, Bones," I chuckled, familiar with the other man's
temperament after years of serving alongside him.
"I'm serious, Jim. This technology was outlawed for a reason. No good
can come of using a device Khan Noonien Singh had a hand in designing."
"The Eugenics Wars happened a long time ago."
"And we managed to get along just fine without using one of these
infernal contraptions in the intervening years. We should carry on doing
so. The damn things are evil."
"It's her choice, Bones," I said. "No one is forcing Janice Lester to
undergo the process."
He merely grunted at this, and said no more as we continued along the
corridor from where we'd beamed down from the Enterprise to the room
where the procedure was to take place. Bones seemed even grumpier than
usual - if such a thing was possible - and I wondered if this was a
result of us being on Elba II again. The very need for an asylum planet
where the Federation could keep the few remaining citizens that were too
criminally insane to be treated even by our advanced medical technology
had to weigh on a Doctor like him. We had previously visited this world
less than a year ago, bringing drugs that it was hoped would cure the
remaining inmates. Now we were returning with a device whose use in the
past had been considered a war crime.
"Do you know how Captain Garth and the others are responding to the
drugs we delivered last time we were here?" I asked Bones.
"Pretty well, according to the reports I've seen. When the course of
treatment is done we should be able to close this facility down at last,
and good riddance."
At the end of the corridor we were greeted by Donald Cory, planetary
governor and director of this underground asylum, who shook our hands
enthusiastically.
"Captain Kirk! Doctor McCoy!" he said, "it's really good to see you both
again."
"You too, Governor," I said, "assuming it is you."
"Oh, it is," he chuckled, "this time."
During our last visit, Captain Garth had taken Cory's place, taken me
prisoner, and attempted to sieze control of the Enterprise.
Cory led us to a room in the center of which was a glass-walled chamber.
In the center of that chamber was the device, which looked like a high-
tech version of the barbaric electric chairs they had used to execute
people back in the primitive hell that was the twentieth century.
Strapped into it was Doctor Janice Lester. Catching sight of me she
grinned.
And suddenly there she was again, the beautiful woman I had loved during
the year we'd spent together at Starfleet. It had ended badly. I blamed
myself, one more regret in a life that already held too many.
"I beamed down with the device earlier and set it up as you ordered,
Captain," said a voice from behind me, "but I cannae say I approve."
"Noted, Scotty," I said, as the Enterprise's chief engineer came into
view, "but we do what we must."
"Och, but brainwashing, Captain? You do know these things were used to
overwrite the personalities of captured troops so that you could then
turn them against their former allies?"
"I know my history, Mr Scott."
"Aye, well on your head be it then. I never thought I'd see the day when
one of them would be used again."
Leaving Scotty at the door, Bones and I entered the chamber.
"Hello Jim, Doctor McCoy," said Janice.
"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this Doctor Lester?" asked
Bones.
"I am," she replied, "absolutely. I wouldn't have requested it if I
wasn't. And thank you for facilitating things, Jim. Starfleet wouldn't
have even entertained the use of the device for this purpose if the
request had come from anyone below the rank of Starship Captain."
"I owed you," I replied.
I doubt if anyone else would see it that way, but I did. I felt guilty
about the way things had ended between us, at starting the long spiral
into madness that had led to Janice and her lovestruck colleague Dr
Arthur Coleman using that ancient alien machine on Camus II to swap our
minds. She became me, I became her, and things might have stayed that
way if I hadn't managed to somehow snap our minds back into our own
bodies through sheer mental effort.
"I assume you're happy with the memory and personality template you
created?" said Bones.
"Yes," said Janice. "It's a drastic solution, but I'm convinced that
only by overwriting my current, destructive personality with a newer,
better one can I truly be well again. I wouldn't be pursuing this path
if I didn't. I spent a long time working on the template, creating a
version of Janice Lester that's more submissive and feminine, one that
revels in being a girl and desires nothing more than a strong man to
make a home and start a family with."
"I guess that explains what you're wearing," I said.
Janice had on a tiny, barely-there dress, high heels, and full make up.
From the impressive cleavage on display she had also had her breasts
enlarged since arriving on Elba II. This wasn't like the woman I'd known
at all.
"I may not like it now," said Janice, staring down at herself with some
distate, "but after the process I'll love it. Instead of wanting to be a
man, I'll want a man to carry me off to bed and have his way with me."
"You understand you'll need to be completely immobile for the process to
work," said Bones. "The slighest movement could be extremely dangerous."
"The wrist-straps and head-strap are not enough by themselves, I know,"
replied Janice, "hence the paralytic. They've agreed to let me
administer it myself when we're ready to start the process."
She opened her right hand to reveal the air syringe she was holding that
would fire the drug into her wrist when she pressed the trigger.
"I see," said Bones, frowning. "The paralytic will immobilize you but
though unable to move or speak you'll still be able to see and hear. Are
you okay with that?"
"I am."
"Then I guess we're done here. I'm ready to certify that you fully
understand what's about to happen, that you are submitting to the
procedure of your own free will, and that you are mentally competant
enough to do so."
"Thank you, Doctor. Would you mind giving me a minute or two alone with
the Captain before we begin?"
"Of course. I'll step outside."
Bones left the cubicle, but he and Scotty watched us through the glass
intently, alert for anything Janice might try - though what threat a
woman securely strapped to a chair might pose I couldn't imagine.
"Just the two of us," smiled Janice, "alone again at last."
"What is it you want, Janice? An apology?"
"That would be nice but no, not an apology."
"Then what?"
"I want to know how Arthur is."
"Doctor Coleman? Your partner-in-crime finally goes on trial next week.
You might have got off by reason of insanity, but he'll have to pay for
his part in hijacking the Enterprise."
"He'd get a much shorter sentence if you spoke on his behalf, maybe even
a suspended one."
"Probably, but why would I? Anyway, never mind him, what about you? For
someone in an asylum you seem sane enough right now."
"I do, don't I? Funny, that."
"What you attempted was certainly crazy enough."
"I stole your body because I wanted to captain a starship, something
Starfleet doesn't allow women to do. It's amazing that we've come so far
technologically yet regressed socially. I think the feminists of
previous centuries would be very disappointed in us."
"I agree," I said, "but these things tend to go in cycles - two steps
forward, then one step back. There are already signs that things are
changing again."
"I know, but too late for me. I'm out of Starfleet and I've missed my
chance."
"You got to briefly captain the Enterprise when you were me," I said,
"and you made a mess of it."
"True," she replied, "but I did so intentionally."
"What are you talking about?"
"When the machine on Camus II switched our minds it created a link
between us that I knew would enable me to read your memories and absorb
your skills. The catch was that this took time, and I wouldn't have what
it took to command the Enterprise until then. I needed the mind switch
to establish the link, but I couldn't fully take advantage of it until
I'd had time to absorb all your knowledge. It's what used to be known as
a classic catch-22. So I deliberately made a mess of things, acting like
I'd completely lost control, and allowed you to temporarily switch us
back."
"'Temporarily..?'"
"Yes. It was all an act, even my apparent attempt to strangle you after
we swapped places. Once the switch has been made by the machine it can
only be undone by the machine. We're still connected. We have been since
I switched our minds on Camus II. I've now absorbed all the skills and
knowledge I need to take your place permanently."
There was a brief hissing sound as Janice pressed the trigger that fired
the paralysing drug into her veins, then I felt a moment of vertigo as
the entire world seemed to momentarily lurch, everything turning white.
When my vision cleared I was looking up into my own face, unable to
move.
"Goodbye, Janice," said Janice Lester, now back in my body, "I hope
you'll find happiness as the feminine, submissive woman you're about to
become. I'll certainly be happy knowing that's who you are. I think it's
going to look really good on you. And that's not all. Though Arthur
Coleman was just a means to an end, someone whose help I needed, he does
genuinely love me. So it seems only fair he should get the girl, should
win the prize he worked so hard for. That's why for the new 'improved'
Janice Lester personality I created he's her ideal man, while she's the
Janice Lester he's always wanted. You're going to be his reward from me
for his loyal service."
Try as I might I could not move a muscle and so had no way of signalling
what had happened to those watching, or of expessing my rising panic.
Seeing the fear in my eyes, Janice smirked and kissed me on the
forehead. She then lowered the cowl of the device down over my head.
"Okay, Bones," she said, as she stepped through the cubicle door, "let's
get this thing done so I can get back to the Captain's chair on the
Enterprise, back to where I belong."
Unaware that anything was wrong, Bones remotely activated the device.
Instantly, I felt alien thoughts, memories, and desires flooding into my
mind and overwhelming my own, forcing them out.
If I could, I would have screamed.
*
"Wake up, honey."
I was roused from my slumber by someone gently shaking my shoulder. I
opened my eyes and smiled up into that familiar, craggy face.
"'Morning, Arthur," I said.
"'Morning, gorgeous," he replied, leaning down to kiss me.
I held his head when he did, and what he'd intended as a brief peck on
the lips turned into something longer and more satisfying. Eventually he
broke away, laughing.
"No fair," he said, "You're going to make me late for work! It may not
be much of a job, but it's the only one I could get as a convicted
felon, and I can't afford to lose it."
Naked, he turned to his closet to pull out a clean uniform.
"The Enterprise is in the news again," he said. "Seems James Kirk got
into an altercation with some Klingons on one of the Federation's border
worlds. He came off best, of course."
"He always does."
"Yeah. I still can't get over him speaking up for me at my trial like he
did. If not for him I'd now be serving time in a penal colony. And then
he not only agreed to give you away at our wedding last year but
selected and paid for your dress as a present. He told me he wanted you
to be the most beautiful, most feminine bride anyone had ever seen, and
you were. He really is a great guy."
"Yes, he is."
"Do you ever regret what's happened, Janice, being denied a life among
the stars, I mean?"
"No, I'm happy here on Earth," I said, "being a home-maker and being
with you. I think maybe it's what I was meant to be."
I laid a hand on my distended stomach, smiling happily.
"And in a few weeks time I'll be a mother."
I could hardly wait.
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The End
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Note: This one has been in the back of my mind for decades. It is
literally the oldest idea I've had for any story I've posted on FM. As
you may have noticed, I'm currently writing a series of short, tightly
focused stories as a writing exercise, and it occurred to me this would
fit there nicely.
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