The door to Kirk’s room swooshed closed, and he collapsed onto his bed with a full body sigh. It was– the whole thing– unbelievable.
How could they think they could treat him the way they did? The groping, the ogling, the condescension. I am James Kirk, he thought. One of the best captains Star Fleet has ever seen. And a crewman just slapped me on the ass?
Don’t they know who I am?
Could a change in body completely undue all the great work he’d done? Could it unmake him?
There could be no doubt about it anymore. Yes, it could. Yes, it had.
And now, assigned to the Barbies? It was the worst, most humiliating assignment possible for him. Finnegan was a genius at abusing others, that was for sure. But what could Kirk do? He had no recourse. Finnegan was his commanding officer, and he had his orders. He’d lost control not only of his ship, but his life, and it felt like someone had kicked him in the belly, repeatedly. He thought he might throw up. He had no way to gain control unless he– resigned?
He sat up, clutching his pillow to his chest. Yes. That’s what he would have to do. It was the only path left to him to save face. Resign from Star Fleet. He would go somewhere on the far fringes of the galaxy, change his name, become a whole other person. He looked at the communicator on his desk. He had to tell to Spock. It wouldn’t be right to just ghost on his old friend. He summoned up his courage and resolve, and tapped out a brief message: Spock. Please come see me when you have the time. We need to talk.
He clicked SEND, and then he noticed a message in his Inbox, from Dr. Janice Lester. The Subject Line read Hey, Girl. Had word spread so far? So fast? She just wanted to taunt him, no doubt, and so he deleted the message, and then cleared his Delete Box as well.
He was hungry, but after getting groped and then slapped on the butt, he didn’t feel safe going out into the ship alone anymore. He knew it was weak, or made him feel weak, but he just didn’t have the energy, so he sat down, opened up a file and started to write his letter of resignation. It hurt, more than anything he’d ever done, but even as he typed he could feel his breasts pressing against his biceps, heavy and soft, reminding him of his sex, and all the limitations it placed on him.
He’d finished the letter and started to go back over it, looking for typos, clearing up a few sentences, when his doorbell buzzed. He looked to see Spock outside, and said, “Enter.” The door opened and Spock stepped in, leaning on the wall, regarding Kirk with those cool, blank eyes.
Kirk swallowed and met Spock’s eyes. “I guess you got my email?”
“I did,” Spock said. He kept leaning there on the wall, looking at Kirk, who started to feel– antsy. Uncomfortable. He looked away, fidgeting with his hair.
The silence continued on, and finally Kirk said, “Well? Aren’t you going to say anything? This is goodbye.”
“No,” Spock said. ‘It isn’t.” Finally, he walked into the room.
“What do you mean?” Kirk said as Spock approached, towering over him.
“Sit down,” Spock said in a deep commanding voice. It was clearly an order.
Despite himself, Kirk found himself sitting, knees together, hands in his lap. Obeying Spock sent a euphoric, tingling sensation through his whole body that scared him. “Spock, what–?”
“Don’t talk. Listen,” Spock said, and just the tiniest bit of anger seemed to seep through his voice, his expression.
Kirk started to talk back, but before even a sound got out of his mouth Spock’s jaw tightened, and Kirk just closed his mouth and sat there, hands in his lap, staring up at Spock with wide, frightened eyes. Spock had never spoken to Kirk like this, had never acted liked this toward him, and it rattled him, confused him.
“You are not going to resign,” Spock said. “You are going to march down to your new duty assignment, you are going to meet your new commanding officer, and you are going to execute your new duties with the same degree of passion and excellence as you have displayed throughout your career in Star Fleet. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Kirk peeped, sounding like a child who’d just been scolded.
“Really,” Spock said, “I do hope you will get these feminine emotional outbursts under control.”
“I– I will,” Kirk said, and then not understand why, he apologized. “I’m sorry.”
Spock sat across from Kirk now. “Good. Now, tell me how I can help.”
Kirk felt his heart flutter. “Help? Oh. Um. I don’t know. I’m not sure, I mean, you’re busy, and I am probably just being foolish.”
“Are you having trouble with the men?”
‘The male of your species can be rude and aggressive, insensitive. The scientific explanation for the behavior remains muddled and controversial. However, what I can state for certain is that your breasts to waist ratio, your birthing hips, radiant skin and hair all convey to the males on this ship that you are a fecund female, ripe for producing off-spring, and as such they will be attracted to you and seek to mate with you if possible.”
The blunt talk, the description of his body– Kirk felt himself flush. Did Spock really think all these men wanted him to have their babies? It seemed– gross and absurd. “Spock? I don’t think–”
“What if we could find a way to shield you from males eager to impregnate you?”
“What do you mean?”
“We can try to arrange for you to have an escort at all times when you need to go to places where harassment is likely to happen. The mess hall in particular.”
Kirk shrugged and shook his head. “No. I’ve been kind of doing that with Rand, but I see women walking alone on the ship, eating alone sometimes. I can’t let myself be, um, more of a girl than a girl?”
“They were raised as females. They have learned how to deflect and reject male attention. Also, few present as ripe an opportunity for mating, or as inviting a female form. I’ve decided. We, your friends, will arrange to make sure you don’t have to spend much time alone in public. I will make arrangements and send you a schedule of your available escorts.”
Kirk felt himself melting, a warmth spreading through him that Spock was being so protective, caring, and even as clinical as it was, hearing Spock talk about his body and his fertile female nature gave him goosebumps and once more filled his head with the pleasant confusion of emotions.
“Spock, I just, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” Kirk said, twisting his hair around his fingers, crossing his legs and pushing his shoulders back. “You’re such a good friend.” He reached out and touched Spock on the knee.
“As a female,” Spock said, “You will naturally respond to my gestures of caring and protectiveness by becoming aroused. I hope you understand that these are biological reactions programmed into you now that you are female.”
“Biological? Aroused?” Kirk’s eyes went wide with shock and pulled his hand off Spock’s knee like it was a hot stove. “I was just saying thanks.”
“You were displaying the behaviors of a female in heat,” Spock said. “But do not worry. I will not tell anyone, and– well—”
“What?” Kirk said, surprised to see the calm, commanding Vulcan suddenly tongue tied. It was– Kirk found it endearing, and he smiled brightly. “Tell me!”
“The human side of me likes it.”