Kirk III

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“I am James T. Kirk,”  Kirk started, trying his best to tune out the sound of his tea kettle voice, “and I am, as Doctor McCoy testified, a woman.  We meet here today to judge my fitness to serve as captain of the star ship Enterprise, a position I have held for two years.

“And, why, I ask, has my fitness become an issue?  Not due to my performance, nor due to my health nor for any reason for which their is precedence for removal of a star ship captain.  My fitness has become an issue because when star fleet named me captain, I was a man.  And now, as we can all see, I am most certainly a woman.  Or, I have the body of a woman.  But has it changed me mentally?  Has it made me somehow different from the man appointed captain of this ship, and who served in that role with distinction?”

He took a few steps and turned slightly away from the cameras, as if pondering, though he had worked the whole speech out.  He didn’t see all the eyes of the tribunal drop to his behind, then his long, bare legs.

Kirk turned back to the cameras.  “Am I the same man I was inside?  That’s the question, isn’t it?  Because, if I am the same man, then there is no reason to make a change.  The man I was has done this job.  Is he still in here, in this body?”

He nodded, paused, and then said, “The answer is no.  I am not that man anymore.”

He saw the looks of surprise on the faces of the old men, and hid his own smile.  “Oh, the psyche evaluations say nothing has changed.  And I have all my memories and training.  But I am not the same James Kirk.   I am now a woman, and I have lived as a woman, and I can not claim to be the same man I was; however, I can insist that I am now a better person!”

He was getting excited now, and he paced, glancing at Rand, seeing her nod, glancing at Spock and seeing him allow a momentary flash of emotion to creep through.  “I am uniquely qualified to captain this ship because I now understand my entire crew.  I have lived as a man in a man’s body, and I am now living as a woman in a woman’s body.  My crew consists of men and women.  The various species that populate our universe most frequently exhibit sexual differentiation.   Who better to contact those new civilizations than a person, a captain, who knows what it is to be male and female?  Captain, and, yes, at one point, slave girl?”

He punched his fist into his palm.  “Star Fleet made the right choice when they assigned this ship to me, and I say that choice is even better now that I stand before you, a young woman, ready to be the first female to captain a star ship in this, the greatest federation, the universe has ever known!”

The crew stood and applauded.  Kirk stood at attention, his big, brown eyes sparkling with pride and hope.  When the applause died down, the leader of the tribunal said.  “Excellent speech, honey.  You did very well.  This tribunal has determined that Captain James T. Kirk will be replaced as Captain of the Enterprise. ”

“What?”  Kirk said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“She will retain her rank and pay grade, but will be reassigned in the chain of command to a subordinate position as determined by her new commanding officer, Captain Sean Finnegan.”

Sean Finnegan?  My tormentor from my academy days?  Inside, Kirk felt his stomach turn, felt himself grow sick, but he retained his mask of calm.  “Thank you,” he said.  “I will serve with honor.”

“Very good, Miss Kirk.  You are a lovely girl, and I am sure you will be an asset to the crew.  Good day.”

As soon as the screen went blank, crew members came up to console Kirk, and he heard them, but only from a distance.  His body felt suddenly like a prison, and the tight, constricting dress, the feeling of his bra straps digging into his shoulders, it all brought back to him the sudden, shocking reality that he had lost his ship, he was no longer captain.

Eventually, as people began to disperse, Rand appeared, gathering him into her arms for a sisterly hug.  “I’m so sorry!  It’s so unfair.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Kirk admitted to her in a small, almost whisper.  “I never expected to lose her.”

“Come,” Rand said, taking his hand.  “Let’s go to my room, and we can drink some wine and talk all about it.  Would you like that, sweety?”

Kirk nodded.  ‘Yes.”  Holding Rand’s hand, he followed her from the room, eyes down, feeling like he’d lost everything, and that he would never know happiness again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kirk III

Kirk II

 

As Kirk turned the corner to the hearing room, trying his best to put behind him the memory of getting checked out by the men on the elevator, he saw Janice Rand waiting for him outside the door.  He instantly felt a sense of relief, and they shared a smile as Janice rushed up to him and gathered him into her arms for a hug.

“Look!  We match!”  She said, holding the red sleeve of her dress next to his matching sleeve.

Kirk touched her on the elbow.  “Thanks for being here for me!”

“Of course.  We’re besties.  You ready for this?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Kirk said, once more tugging at the hem of his uniform, feeling hyper aware of his bare legs.

Rand grabbed his hand and said, “Don’t let them see you doing that inside.  It makes you look insecure.”

“Oh.  Okay.  Thanks.”  He hugged her again.  She’d been a godsend since his change.  Some women in her position probably would have reveled in seeing a former lover who’d scorned them turned into a woman, but Rand had been right there to help him, supporting him relentlessly as he struggled to deal with his new sex.  He was lucky to have her as such a good friend.

He walked into the hearing room.  Familiar faces sat in a semi-circle facing a series of screens:  Doctor McCoy, Nurse Chapel, Spock, Scotty.  Rand took a seat in the gallery, where a small group of her young women friends waited.

Kirk looked at the screens, where the withered, craggy faces of the Starfleet Commission arranged to determine his fitness for command waited, looking bored.  Not a single woman, Kirk noted, without surprise, but the first time in his life ir seemed very relevant that this decision, like most, would be made only by men.

Kirk took a position in the center of the room.

“Captain James T. Kirk, this tribunal has been gathered… blah … blah… blah… it’s decision will be final.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do,” Kirk answered, cringing at the sound of his high-pitched little voice as it came back to him over the room’s sound system.   He turned and went to his seat, facing another challenge– sitting in his mini-dress.   He found what he’d learned was the right distance while practicing with Rand, then kind of knelt into the seat, keeping his knees together.  The last thing he wanted to do was give the whole room a crotch shot to look at.

Doctor McCoy went first, putting up some x-rays and brain scans.  “So, in conclusion, medically speaking, Captain Kirk is a perfectly healthy young woman exhibiting no signs of physical or mental trauma.  In the opinion of this doctor, she is fit to serve.”

It felt strange hearing himself referred to as a young woman, a she, but Kirk figured for the time being he would have to get used to it.  Meanwhile, he gave McCoy one of his trademark crooked smiles.   Thanks, he thought.  Thanks.  It means the world.

Scotty testified as to his conduct since the change, particularly as it related to his behavior on Ram V, where he’d first been turned into a female.  “The Captain behaved in a manner consistent with her personality and leadership style throughout the mission.  I didn’t see any change at all in her mind. ”

Finally, one of the zombies spoke. “According to your report, this young lady agreed to serve as a slave girl.  Is that correct?”

Young lady?  Kirk didn’t like the sound of that, nor the inquiry alone the lines of his time as a slave girl.  It couldn’t bode well.

“You have to understand–” Scotty started, but the inquisitor cut him off.

“IS THAT CORRECT?”

“Yes, sir,” Scotty answered through gritted teeth, gripping the arm rests of his chair.

The men looked at Kirk, letting his eyes fall across Kirk’s body, lingering along his long, bare legs. “Slave girl,” he snorted.  ‘Hmmpf.”

“Wait,” another skeleton said, seeming to wake from a stupor.  “Did you say she agreed?  Or, was she forced?”

Scotty swallowed and glanced at Kirk apologetically.  “She agreed, but–”

“That’s enough.  I’m ready to make a decision.”

‘I’ve heard enough,” the others agreed.

The three put their heads together and started murmuring.   Kirk could tell it wasn’t going to go well.  He stood.  “Excuse me?” he said.  His voice sounded small, apologetic, feminine.

The men ignored him.

“Excuse me!” Kirk shouted, trying to put some power behind his tea-kettle voice.  Rand shook her head.  This would not go well.  He was still acting like a man.

The men all stopped, looking at him angrily.  “Young lady,” the lead inquisitor said.  “I’d advise you to sit yourself back down, shut up and know your place.”

“I know my place,” Kirk said.  ‘It’s on the bridge of the Enterprise.”

“Young lady,” the man repeated.  “You are out of line.”

“With all due respect,”  Kirk said.  ‘I am entitled to make a statement at my hearing prior to a decision being rendered.”

The skeleton zombie frowned.  “Very well.”  He waved his hand.  “Make it quick.”

Kirk took a deep breath, throwing his shoulders back, his chest out.  This is it, he thought.  Your whole career and future are on the line.  Time for Kirk to do what he does best.  Time to Kobayashi Maru these geezers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kirk II

Let There Be Blur on Earth!

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Happy New Year everybody!   I feel like 2017 saw an unprecedented- at least here in America– continuation of the blurring and redefining of gender norms and identities.  There transformations have come about as a result of the species evolving, and largely due to the continued evolution in the roles available to women.

Of course, throughout history there have been strong women who defied the gender roles expected of them.  And throughout history there have been versions of masculinity far outside the lines of what it became in America for at least the last hundred of so years.

Since recorded human history there have been cultures where men were expected to be passionate and emotional, where men danced and made wore, where men wore what to modern American eyes looked like dresses.

To open our eyes to history is to realize that what it means to be a man or a woman has always changed and evolved.

Social evolution is out greatest asset, as we can change our social customs to match our evolving world in a generation , whereas the biological evolution take a lot longer.

Sadly, we still have those who fear change; these are usually weak, fear bound people terrified of their feelings who cling to artificial modes of past conduct as proof against the reality, observed so long ago, that the only constant is change.

Let’s have a great year evolving, daring, experimenting and above all else dancing!  There has never been a better time to be YOU!

Let There Be Blur on Earth!