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“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Kirk said, sitting cross-legged on his bed in just his bra and panties, eyes closed.

“You need to look your best,” Rand said as she plucked another hair from his eyebrows, making sure they looked perfect.  “When you meet the new captain.”

Kirk shivered as memories of Finnegan’s pranks and bullying came back to him.  Half filled buckets of water on top of doors.  Cold soup in his bed.  And, as an older cadet, he’d forced Kirk to do thousands of push ups and sit-ups.  “He used to call me a sissy,” Kirk said, softly.  ‘I’d be straining, my arms like jello, chest burning, trying to get that 100th push up done, and he’d scream “you little sissy!  Do it, or I’m going to make you wear a skirt!”

‘Oh, honey!” Rand patted him on the knee.  “That was years ago.  I doubt he even remembers.  All done!”

“Thanks.”  Kirk got up and went to his mirror, frowning at the chic, slender brows Rand had given him.  He regretted it now.  It just seemed like a declaration of femininity, and every XX chromosome in his new body cringed at the thought of meeting his old enemy as a woman, because she knew what he would be thinking.  He adjusted his bra straps, reached in and adjusted his breasts, fitting them into the cups more securely.

Rand watched.  She loved seeing him get ready, fussing with his bra.  It even gave her a thrill to see him pick up his little red dress, stepping into, wiggling it up over his hips.   She smiled as she went over and put a hand on his hip, zipping him up, just the way she would do it if she were his boyfriend.  She kissed him on the side of his pretty head and said, “You need make-up.”

“Absolutely not,” Kirk answered, stepping away from her.  “It’s bad enough he stole my command.  I am not going to make myself pretty for him.”

“Pretty is power for a woman.”

“I’m not a woman.”

Rand looked at the swell of his breasts, his wide hips.   “If you say so.”

‘I do.”

She didn’t want it to end on a negative note, so she gave him a hug, then took both his soft hands and stared him in the eyes.  “I know you’re going to do great.”

Kirk smiled, eyes dropping to the side.  “Thanks,” he said.  ‘I mean, for everything.”

“Don’t forget your tricorder,” Rand said.

“Oh!” Kirk’s eyes went wide.  “i can’t believe I almost forgot it!”  He took the slender strap from Rand and slung it across his body, the strap settling between his breasts, the tricorder resting on his round hip  “Why Finnegan ordered me to start carrying one, I can’t even.”

I can, Rand thought. watching Kirk walk out the door, his hips swaying.

Kirk arrived at the Captain’s office.  His old office.  The secretary smiled at him when he walked in, and he was sure he saw some contempt in her eyes.  “Captain!”  She said.  “You look lovely!”

“Thanks,” he said, hiding his annoyance behind a bright smile.  Rand had  assured him it was normal for women to compliment each other, and he’d accepted that it was just rude for him to respond to such compliments with a shrill, Stop telling me I’m pretty!  Still, no one gushed with compliments like that for male officers, and if he was stuck as a woman, he felt that was something that needed to change.  “You’ve never looked better!”  He gushed back.  “I miss your smile!”

‘Oh,” she said.  “You.  The Captain will be with your shortly, dear.  You can take a seat.”

Kirk sat with his knees together, his tricorder in his lap.  of course, Finnegan kept him waiting, and he found himself nervously twisting his long blonde hair around his fingers.  At one point, he looked over to see the secretary watching him, an amused little smile on her face, and he felt girly and feminine and stopped twisting his hair, looking away in shame.

Finally, 10 minutes late, the door to Finnegan’s office opened and Errol came out, Finnegan slapping him on the back as he exited.  He looked at Kirk sitting there, knees together, and said, “Nice legs, cutie.” swaggering out the door.

Kirk cringed, but then stood up, knees together and without using his arms, smiling what he hoped was a confident smile– Rand had drilled into the importance of smiling regularly now that he was female– and meeting Finnegan’s eyes.  “Captain James T. Kirk reporting for re-assignment, Sir.”  The little girl voice that buzzed in his ears made him want to cry, and he had a flashback again of Finnegan forcing him to do sit ups, his abs burning as he strained, and Finnegan screaming, “10 more you pussy!”

Finnegan looked Kirk up and down, mentally undressing him, and then a smile spread across his face, pure shark, as he said, “Come into my office.”

Kirk clutched his tricorder strap with both hands, glancing at the secretary with a “help me” look.  She just smiled.

The lights in Finnegan’s office were dim, and the room smelled of cigar smoke and whisky.  As soon as the doors closed, Finnegan wrapped his arms around Kirk and held him, Kirk’s soft breasts crushing against the man’s hard, flat chest.  The hug went on too long, and Kirk wanted to break free, but he didn’t want to make Finnegan mad, and besides that his slave girl conditioning had habituated him to doing what men wanted.

Finally, Finnegan stepped away, letting his hand trial down Kirk’s arm, and then he looked Kirk up and down again, shaking his head.  “Whooo weee!  Are you ever easy on the eyes!  Wow!  And you’re James Kirk?  Or, you used to be?”

“Yes, sir,” Kirk said, trying to keep his voice calm.  “As a result of a transporter—”

“Oh, I read the report,” Finnegan interrupted.  “And Errol told me you were,” he made the hourglass shape with his hands, “but, I mean.  Look at you!  You’ve got jugs like a Bovanian Prostitute.”

“Sir?”  Kirk said, feeling like someone had punched him in the gut, his self-consciousness about his large breasts doubling as he struggled not to cross his arms over his chest.

“Cut the Sir, stuff,” Finnegan said.  “We’re old friends from the academy!  We have a prior relationship, right?  The rules are different for old friends. You want a drink?  I guess now it would be white wine?”  He kept looking over Kirk’s body, lingering on his breasts.

“No, thank you, Sir,” Kirk said, glancing back at the door, feeling claustrophobic, wanting to get away from this man, this situation, this woman’s life.  He tilted his head back to meet Finnegan’s eyes, but the other man was staring down at Kirk’s  breasts.  “Captain,” Kirk finally said, the frustration spilling over into his tone.  “I’m up here.”

“By the moons of Hordor, your tits are amazing, Kirk.  Guess it was all those push-ups, right?  Push UPS!”  He made a gesture underneath his own chest.  “What are you, a C cup?  Maybe a D?”

Kirk couldn’t believe what was happening, though he knew it happened all the time in Star Fleet.  He’d heard the guys talk.  And, truth be told, he’d bent the rules, flirting and having affairs with women all over Star Fleet, though he had never been this crude, disrespectful and — “You’re being a pig!”  He shrieked.

“Whoa!”  Finnegan said.  “Don’t let your panties get all twisted up.  Just having some fun with an old friend!  Wow!  You haven’t changed, have you?  Still no fun.”

“Sir, I’m sorry, I just feel awkward about my situation–”

“I bet you do.  Jimmie!  Those tits of yours!  Who wouldn’t feel awkward with those melons bouncing around? Am I right?  God.  Look at you!”  He laughed, slugging back a couple fingers of whisky.

‘Given my extensive experience and training, I believe I would best serve the enterprise as navigator, and–”

“Yeah.  No.”  Finnegan said, his eyes still roaming over Kirk’s body.  “That’s not gonna work.  I’m assigning you to Health and Morale.”

“The Barbies?”  Kirk said, feeling like he’d just been kicked in the stomach, resorting to the derogative term people used to describe the crew members, usually all women, responsible for planning events to boost morale as well as working in the fitness center.  They were all perky and cheerful, and mostly very blonde.  “I don’t know that I’m well equipped to be in Health and Morale.”

“You are very well-quipped now, young Miss Kirk.  Blonde.  Big tits.  All you have to do is walk down the hall in that short little dress and you improve morale for the guys.  And some of the girls, right?”

Kirk fiddled with his tricorder strap, struggling to speak out for himself, again fighting with his slave girl conditioning that made him want to shut up and obey powerful men.  “Sir, if I can–”

“Dismissed, honey.  But, my office door is always open to you.  So’s my bedroom door if you know what I mean.  Now, turn around so I can get a look at that caboose of yours.”

“But I–”

“Dismissed, young lady.  Now, out you go!”

“Yes, sir,” Kirk said, softly.  “Thank you, sir.”

‘I guess I was right about you,” Finnegan chortled as Kirk turned and walked away, feeling the man’s eyes burning a hole in his behind.  “You really were a pussy.  Or, at least you have one now, right?  Hahahaha!”

Kirk just took  a deep breath and plunged out the door, gasping with relief to be away from that man, that bully, that pig!  “That bad, hunh?”  The secretary said.

Kirk just sighed and shook his head.  “The less said the better.”

“Welcome to our world,” The secretary said, unable to resist the urge to take a little pleasure in seeing a man have to put up with — men.  “You’ll get used to it.”

“I guess. But is that a good thing?”

Kirk left the offices and headed back to his room, cringing, humiliated, ashamed.  How could he let a man talk to him like that?  Yet, what choice did he have?  Memories of past humiliations flooded into his brain, and time on the Shore Leave planet a robot Finnegan had appeared, tormenting him,  pulled right out of his wounded sub-conscious.  And now he was to be one of the Barbies planning parties and leading aerobics classes?  The whole crew would laugh at him now.  Why is this happening to me?  He wondered.  What did I do to deserve this?

Well, at least it couldn’t get any worse, he decided, and just then he felt a passing crewman reach back and pinch him on the ass.









Hockey Player to Figure Skater.


Stephen Spielberg once said that he begins with the assumption that every story has been told.  So, his goal is just to tell it better.

It is in that spirit that I set out to add my own addition to the hockey player to figure skater genre, which has been explored in both traditional and TG incarnations.  To start with traditional, we must begin with the classic skating romance, The Cutting Edge.    In this film, a tough guy former hockey player from a blue collar family gets one more chance to win gold.  The catch?  He must learn to figure skate and partner with a notoriously nasty and unpleasant young woman who is so annoying and hard to work with that not a single male figure skater on earth will partner with her.

The gender role issues come into play in various ways along with class.  The guy is ashamed of what he is doing and hides it from his family.  When he reveals his new life as a figure skater to them– under pressure– his uncle asks him “are you going to have to shave your legs?”

In the figure skating world, he becomes an agent of rebellion and change. He rails against the classical music his partner wants to use in their performance and which the movie portrays as standard to the feminine world of skating.  He demands they perform to rock music instead and wear more modern costumes.  Yet, the movie also reveals the skill and dedication that figure skaters possess, as he struggles to master the skating techniques needed, and we see the female skater take a beating when they try to learn a new move, getting up fall after fall, showing her toughness.

Yet, when they compete playing hockey, he clearly dominates her, enforcing the traditional roles.  Girls dance on ice.  Boys fight.

Flash forward to The Cutting Edge III however, and what do we see?  A total reversal as the male figure skater has to pair up with a female hockey player.

Ice Angel is a TG movie in which a hockey player is reincarnated as a figure skater and has to learn to accept and respect himself as a woman and a figure skater.  It’s actually pretty groovy.

So, here I go, and how will mine be different?  Well, my hope is that if I am true to myself and follow my gut, I will create something new within the genre simply by being me.  I have also done a lot of research, and my hope is that I can mix and combine elements from The Cutting Edge, Ice Angel and Ice Princess into something new and yet still true to the conventions of the genre.

Finally, I have a secret weapon: my frequent collaborator Anonymous, who always has some awesome ideas, and who commissioned this story in the first place.

Ultimately, though, what fuels this writing is one of my trust passions, and I hope to melt and destroy the notion that either activity, figure skating or hockey, has a gender.  In fact, both require hard work, sacrifice, pain and discipline.  And if you think figure skaters are more vain than hockey players, you haven’t met many hockey players.   Some of them spend as much time on their hockey hair as they do their skating.

Look for it in a week or so.  The title: Jumps and Spins!


Hockey Player to Figure Skater.

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Kirk walked back to his quarters, feeling shaken, the incident with Errol playing over and over in his mind.  The man’s hand on Kirk’s breast, his thigh, the unwanted kiss.  It made him shiver, and he hunched over, feeling self-conscious, vulnerable in his short dress, his long legs exposed, and the eyes of the men constantly caressing his figure.

Plunging into his quarters, he sighed with relief as the door wooshed shut, and he could finally relax, no longer feel embattled.  He sat down at his desk, knees together without even thinking about it, and tossed his long, blonde hair.  Who had done this to him?   He started to cycle through the names and faces, trying to figure out who had not only motive but means.  Nothing.

He checked his messages, he found orders to report to see Captain Finnegan that afternoon, as well as messages from Spock, McCoy, Uhura and Rand, all checking up on him to see how he was doing.  He realized he could still taste Errol, and he got up, disgusted.

How am I doing? He thought.  Terrible. He gargled some mouthwash, trying to get the taste of Errol out of his mouth.   Spit it out.  Gargled some more.  Then he thought he could smell Errol’s sweat on his body, and he didn’t know if this was all just female hysteria or not, but once the idea got into his mind he felt disgusted and dirty, so he took a quick shower, and then sprayed himself with some of his old cologne.  He felt like crying. Screaming.  How am I doing?  How do you think?

The only one he trusted to share his feminine struggles with was Rand.  They’d been… close before his change, and she’d been there helping him adjust to his new life even from the beginning.  The others, he needed them to continue to see him as the man he’d been, and would be again.

Should I ask Spock to help me investigate?  Kirk wondered.  The thought made him feel warm, and he imagined himself in Spock’s powerful arms, looking up into his–

No!  Kirk pushed the thought away.  He’d been struggling with his feelings for Spock, ever since, back on Rammerham, Spock had rescued him.


The warrior had carried Kirk to a cell and unceremoniously plunked him on the floor.  He sat there in his little red uniform, staring at the long, shapely legs spread out before him, the small, dainty hands, the full, heavy breasts.  He was stunned.  It all seemed impossible.

After a time, he got to his feet, standing unsteadily.  His whole body felt wrong.  His legs were too long, he had what felt like a mountain of hair piled on top of his head, and of course there was impossible weight of his chest.  He walked around his small cell, trying to get used to the feel of walking in this new body, in these boots, these clothes.  He found himself tugging constantly on the short dress.  He felt naked.

The cell wasn’t much.  A cot, a toilet, a sink.  Looking up, he saw a camera following him around the cell, and he imagined the guards, the men, ogling him, and he crossed his arms over the swelling of his soft, new chest.

What had happened?  Why had he transported down in this body?  He looked in the mirror, and quickly looked away.  The face he’d seen?  It was– beautiful. Feminine.  Young.  It shocked him to see her with her big,  wide eyes, and full lips, and to realize that kissable face was him.

Death.  The guard had told him the penalty for a woman to speak was death.

Well, how am I going to get out of this one?  He wondered.  And where was his crew?  He examined the bars, looked for any means of escape.  Found nothing. He lay on the cot, trying to pull his dress down, to keep his legs together, so the guards wouldn’t have anything to look at.  He’d never had to worry about it before, but he’d never worn a tiny little dress, either.  He decided he needed to think through the situation, wait for an opportunity to present itself.  Was it the stress?  The shock of finding himself in a new, female body?  He didn’t know, but he plunged into a deep, troubled sleep and only woke up when he heard a man bellow, “Wake up!”

Kirk snapped awake, initially confused by the weight of his breasts bouncing on his chest, the sight of his long, coltish legs, exposed by his dress.  Then it all started to come back to him, the slap, being taken prisoner.  He pushed a few strands of hair away from his face with his slender hands and sat on the edge of the cot, his knees together.

The man leered at Kirk, letting his eyes roam across his body.  Then, he met Kirk’s eyes and smiled, like a shark.

‘I am a Federation Officer,” Kirk started, wincing at the high-pitched sound of his voice.  He didn’t even sound like a woman, but a girl.

“Shut up! The man said “And listen to me if you want to live.”

“I want to talk to my ship,” Kirk continued.

“No,” the man said, setting his briefcase down, adjusting his suit.

“I have rights!”  Kirk had meant the words to come out forceful and commanding, but instead he had sounded like a teen girl about to have a hissy fit.  He cringed, putting his hands to his throat, feeling his breasts pressed together between his arms.

“You are a woman, and you have no rights on Rammerham,”  the man said.  “This isn’t your precious Federation, with all of your absurd notions of equality.  However, in the interest of avoiding an interplanetary crisis, I am here to offer you a deal that will save your life.  So, do you want to listen or do you want to die?  Nod or shake your head.  I think that is your custom?”

Kirk felt ashamed of his voice, and so he just nodded.  Besides, talk of the Federation reminded him he’d come here on a mission.  He needed to do what he could to salvage that operation, even if it meant he had to put the little issue of his sex change aside for the moment.

“Good girl,” the man said.  “So, here’s what’s going to happen.  You will called before Khan Rammerham.  He will sentence you to death.  You will beg for your life, and offer to join his harem and serve him as his slave girl.  It will help if you can cry.  He likes to play the hero.”

Harem?  Slave girl?  The words sounded impossible to Kirk’s ears.  He was a man.  Had been a man.  How could?  What?  “A slave girl?  Harem?  Me?”  He said softly, his eyes wide.

“Khan saw you on the video.  You’re sexy.  Got nice tits and a hot temper.  He likes this in his women. ”

The man picked up his briefcase and walked away, leaving Kirk there feeling more vulnerable and disrespected than he had ever felt in his life.   Slave girl?  A tight, strangulated laugh escaped from him.  It was all so insane.  Like the plot of an old 21st Century Fan Fiction.

No, he decided, shaking his head.  No.  If it came down to it, he would rather die than agree to join Khan Rammerham’s harem and- pleasure him.  The thought– revolted him. Sickened him.  A slave girl?  A harem girl?  How all of Star Fleet would laugh at that news.  No.  Jim Kirk was not meant for that end.

Where are you Spock?  Scotty?  He wondered.  I need you to get me out of this.  He lay on his side, fighting against a strange and powerful impulse to cry.  He pushed the feelings inside, refused to acknowledge them, and instead focused all his will on one thing: his impeding death.  He would not lose his nerve.  He would not agree to his own utter humiliation.

A short time later a group of women arrived, primping Kirk and dressing him for his trial.  They took his hair down, brushed it, made up his face and dressed him in traditional Rammerham female attire.  He just let them do what they wished, thinking the whole time about the trial, and how ashamed he would be to die as a woman, but that it would be better than to become another man’s pleasure slave.  It seemed an impossible sitation, but he would Kobayashi Maru it.

but this time, the Kobayashi Maru manuever would end in one death:  his own.






Kirk VII

Kirk VI

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Kirk woke up at the beginning of the first shift, the equivalent of morning on the Enterprise.  He pulled a sports bra over his head, struggling for a moment to get his breasts fitted into the cups, and then pulled on a pair of baggy sweat pants and a baggy sweat shirt, a pair of little trainers that look fit for a child but fit his tiny feet perfectly.  Then he tied his long hair back into a pony tail, just as he’d been taught to do when he’d been a slave girl.

Bounding out of his room, he ran to Rand’s quarters and knocked on the door.  She answered looking bleery and super un-excited.  “I hate you!”  She said.

“Come on!” Kirk chirped, running in place.  “You promised to run with me!”

“Ugh!”  But she came out of her room, and soon the two ran along the corridors of The Enterprise, making their way down to the rec room, where they climbed onto adjacent treadmills and started to run.

“This bra isn’t working either,” Jim Kirk said, looking down ruefully at his bouncing breasts.

“You have a lot of boobage,” Rand said.  “It’s going to bounce.  Get used to it, sister.”

“I think the girls are issuing me bouncy bras on purpose.”

“Why would they do that?”  Rand said.

“Because they think it’s funny to see a man have to deal with these puppies.”

“I think you’re paranoid,” Rand said.  “Believe me.  Big boobs bounce.  I should know.”

“I just wish these guys would stop staring at us.”  Kirk said, slitting his eyes at a guy who had stopped and stared, but the guy just smirk and kept looking.

Rand just shrugged.  “I’ve been putting up with it all–”

“I know.  I know.”  Kirk said, his little voice rising higher.  “It’s just part of being a woman.”

They ran for a solid thirty minutes, then went over to the juice bar and got smoothies.  Rand looked at the clock on the wall.  “I need to go get ready.  I have to report in a couple hours.  You mind?”

“Go.  I’ll be fine,” Kirk said.

Rand covered his hand with her own and gave it a squeeze.  “You sure?”


Rand got up, grabbed her ankle and stretched.  “What are you going to do all day since you don’t have a duty assignment right now?”

“I’m going to go down to engineering and investigate.  Scotty has the device that was patched into the transporter to make me– this.”

“But Star Fleet has their investigators looking into it,” Rand said.  “I’m sure they would have any clues.”

“I’m not.”

Rand jogged off.  Kirk slipped the straw into his mouth and slurped down the rest of his protein smoothie.  He saw a couple guys watching him with his lips wrapped around the straw, sucking, and they were whispering together.   Kirk knew what they were thinking, saying, and it made him feel gross and violated.  Again.  He couldn’t even drink a smoothie in public without guys imagining him performing sex acts.  It felt like he was always under attack, always being looked at and sexualized.  Was it like this for women?  Really?

He resisted the urge to make an obscene gesture.  He was still an officer, and he had to conduct himself accordingly.  But he didn’t know it he would ever drink from a straw in public again.  Or eat a banana.

“Scotty!”  He said as he entered engineering and saw the temperamental old Scotsman director some of his crew to position a hadron helix interpolater.


“Secure that good and then seal it,” Scotty said, then walked over to Jim, who had to crane his neck back to look up at the now taller man.  Scotty had met Jim’s eyes and kept his eyes up there, much to Kirk’s relief.  “How are you holding up?”  Scotty said.

“Fine,”  Kirk responded.  “I’ve been in tougher positions than this one and come out on top.”

‘Yes, you have.  What brings you to engineering?”

“I want to look at the evidence from the transporter sabotage.”

Scott considered. Shrugged.  “Be my guest.  I’m not sure there’s much there, though.  It mostly burned up.”

‘I’ll look just the same.”  Kirk said.

“This way,” Scotty said, gesturing toward a clean room.   Kirk walked ahead, and he felt Scotty looking at his rear.  Oh well, he thought.  Scotty did better than most.  They made their pleasantries and then Scotty opened up the evidence locker and left Kirk in the room alone.  Kirk hooked some loose hairs behind his ear and examined the melted circuits and wires under an enlarger.  He’d read the report previously, and as the report suggested he could see it was clearly alien tech.  The mineral composition, the way the circuits had been formed, the remains of a few inscribings all pointed to some alien civilization that had not been identified so far.

Kirk went back to the report.  After the sabotage, Scotty had found evidence of two unauthorized transports,  both several hours before Kirk beamed down and found himself a female.  The speculation was that some foreign agent had beamed onto the ship from a cloaked vessel, installed the alien tech to transform Kirk, and then beamed back to their own ship, escaping into deep space.

There was no way to track them or identify them, and the footage from the cameras that monitored the transporter room had been erased.   Who had done it and why might well remain a mystery forever, which was not James Kirk’s primary concern.  His main concern was this alien tech, and where to get some that would restore him to his own body.

Who would want to do this to him?  Who hated him enough to go to these elaborate means to turn him into a woman and strip him of his command?

He heard the door to the clean room hiss open and glanced back over his shoulder to see a young man entering–  “Petty Officer Errol?”  Kirk said, the name coming to him.

“Captain Kirk,”  Errol answered with a smile.  “You need any help.”

“Maybe,” Kirk said.  “Do you know the access codes for the recording from the transporter room?”

‘Sure do.”  Errol gestured.  “Come over here.”

Kirk got up and followed Errol over, and when they approached the view screen Errol put his hand on the small of Kirk’s back and led him forward.

Kirk stiffened, looking up at the man.  ‘Um, your hand?”

“Oh,” Errol said.  “So sorry.”  He pulled up the recordings, and Kirk leaned in to take a look.  Errol stood very close, so close Kirk could feel the heat coming off the man’s body.  He felt himself getting tense and nervous, but he didn’t want to seem like a –girl, so he just hooked his hair back and looked into the viewer, watching as the image of the empty room went black, and the fast forwarding until the image came on again.

Errol leaned down until his face was right next to Kirk’s.  “What are you looking for?”

“I don’t know yet,” Kirk answered,  He wished he could move away from the man, but he needed to be in front of the view finder.  He rewound the recording and watched it again.  Something was bothering him, but he didn’t know what.  “Something doesn’t feel right.  I don’t why, but I just feel it.”

“Women’s intuition,” Errol said.

Kirk gave him a dirty look. “This is not a good time,” he said, and then for some reason he smiled.  He didn’t know why, but he just hoped maybe if he smiled and was nice, this guy would leave him alone.  It didn’t work.  Errol’s eyes fell to the swell of Kirk’s breasts, then came back to his face.

“You’re a very beautiful woman,” Errol said.

“Um, I am not interested,” Kirk said, feeling his skin crawl.  “I’m really not.”

“Have you ever been with a man?”  Errol said.  “Maybe you’d like it.”

Kirk sighed and turned to face Errol, forced once more to look up into the man’s face.  Kirk hated being short.  “This is not the time, Petty offic– umph!”  Kirk’s eyes went wide with shock as Errol’s lips covered his, and he put his hands on Errol’s chest and pushed, but Errol was too big and strong, and Kirk found himself being pushed backward onto the control panel, locked in a kiss, as Errol grabbed one of his legs and lifted him off his feet, while using his other hand to paw at Jim Kirk’s breast.

Overcoming his shock, Kirk finally resorted to some of his combat training and managed to get a grip on Errol’s fingers and bent them back viciously, bringing out a cry of pain and sending the man to his knees.

“I am your superior officer!”  Kirk squealed angrily.  “What you just did is a punishable offense!”

“Sorry!”  Errol said, shaking his hand.  “It’s just that you are so hot.”

Kirk resisted the urge to Kick the man in the face.  I am an officer, he reminded himself.  “Go.” He said, crossing his arms over his breasts, his knees together.  “Go now, and I won’t report this.”

Errol got up and left.

Kirk felt– sick.  He hated that a man had just kissed him like that, had fondled him, and he hated that he was letting him get away with it.  But the truth was, he couldn’t report it.  Didn’t dare.  His reputation would be ruined if word got out that a crewman had kissed him, sexually harassed him, treated him like a– woman.  Like the woman he was.

I have to get out of this body, Kirk thought, taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself, but his breasts heaving with each breath just brought back to him what he was now, what he’d become.  He tried to watch the tape again, but the incident was playing over and over in his mind.  Did I cause this?  He wondered.  “Did I give off some signal I’m not even aware of?”

He didn’t think so, but he couldn’t be sure, didn’t know what was expected of him now that he was a she.  I told him this was not a good time, he thought.  I told him i wasn’t– wait.

Not a good time.  He went back to the tape, to right before the screen went black.  There was the transporter room, with the time at the bottom left corner, and then it went black and– yes!   He scrolled it back, millisecond by millisecond.  And there it was.  He’d seen the time stamp flicker– just barely– that’s what he’d caught, but now, freezing it on one frame the saboteur had missed, he saw that the time stamped had been altered to make it look like whoever had beamed on board had gone into the system and erased the feed after they beamed onto the ship.

But this one frame, this one millisecond frame, proved that the video tampering had done before the alleged unauthorized transporter activity.  That meant that whoever had altered the video had already been on the ship.

And they probably still were.  Kirk smiled, adjusting his bra straps, tossing his ponytail.  They were on the ship.  And that meant he could find them, and he could force them to turn him back into a man.

And when he was a man again he would settled things with Errol in the boxing ring, fist to fist, and Errol would find out you don’t just kiss a girl whenever you feel like it because she just might punch you in the nose one day!

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Kirk VI

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