“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.”
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.”
“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.