“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.