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.