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Kirk woke up at the beginning of the first shift, the equivalent of morning on the Enterprise. He pulled a sports bra over his head, struggling for a moment to get his breasts fitted into the cups, and then pulled on a pair of baggy sweat pants and a baggy sweat shirt, a pair of little trainers that look fit for a child but fit his tiny feet perfectly. Then he tied his long hair back into a pony tail, just as he’d been taught to do when he’d been a slave girl.
Bounding out of his room, he ran to Rand’s quarters and knocked on the door. She answered looking bleery and super un-excited. “I hate you!” She said.
“Come on!” Kirk chirped, running in place. “You promised to run with me!”
“Ugh!” But she came out of her room, and soon the two ran along the corridors of The Enterprise, making their way down to the rec room, where they climbed onto adjacent treadmills and started to run.
“This bra isn’t working either,” Jim Kirk said, looking down ruefully at his bouncing breasts.
“You have a lot of boobage,” Rand said. “It’s going to bounce. Get used to it, sister.”
“I think the girls are issuing me bouncy bras on purpose.”
“Why would they do that?” Rand said.
“Because they think it’s funny to see a man have to deal with these puppies.”
“I think you’re paranoid,” Rand said. “Believe me. Big boobs bounce. I should know.”
“I just wish these guys would stop staring at us.” Kirk said, slitting his eyes at a guy who had stopped and stared, but the guy just smirk and kept looking.
Rand just shrugged. “I’ve been putting up with it all–”
“I know. I know.” Kirk said, his little voice rising higher. “It’s just part of being a woman.”
They ran for a solid thirty minutes, then went over to the juice bar and got smoothies. Rand looked at the clock on the wall. “I need to go get ready. I have to report in a couple hours. You mind?”
“Go. I’ll be fine,” Kirk said.
Rand covered his hand with her own and gave it a squeeze. “You sure?”
Rand got up, grabbed her ankle and stretched. “What are you going to do all day since you don’t have a duty assignment right now?”
“I’m going to go down to engineering and investigate. Scotty has the device that was patched into the transporter to make me– this.”
“But Star Fleet has their investigators looking into it,” Rand said. “I’m sure they would have any clues.”
Rand jogged off. Kirk slipped the straw into his mouth and slurped down the rest of his protein smoothie. He saw a couple guys watching him with his lips wrapped around the straw, sucking, and they were whispering together. Kirk knew what they were thinking, saying, and it made him feel gross and violated. Again. He couldn’t even drink a smoothie in public without guys imagining him performing sex acts. It felt like he was always under attack, always being looked at and sexualized. Was it like this for women? Really?
He resisted the urge to make an obscene gesture. He was still an officer, and he had to conduct himself accordingly. But he didn’t know it he would ever drink from a straw in public again. Or eat a banana.
“Scotty!” He said as he entered engineering and saw the temperamental old Scotsman director some of his crew to position a hadron helix interpolater.
“Secure that good and then seal it,” Scotty said, then walked over to Jim, who had to crane his neck back to look up at the now taller man. Scotty had met Jim’s eyes and kept his eyes up there, much to Kirk’s relief. “How are you holding up?” Scotty said.
“Fine,” Kirk responded. “I’ve been in tougher positions than this one and come out on top.”
‘Yes, you have. What brings you to engineering?”
“I want to look at the evidence from the transporter sabotage.”
Scott considered. Shrugged. “Be my guest. I’m not sure there’s much there, though. It mostly burned up.”
‘I’ll look just the same.” Kirk said.
“This way,” Scotty said, gesturing toward a clean room. Kirk walked ahead, and he felt Scotty looking at his rear. Oh well, he thought. Scotty did better than most. They made their pleasantries and then Scotty opened up the evidence locker and left Kirk in the room alone. Kirk hooked some loose hairs behind his ear and examined the melted circuits and wires under an enlarger. He’d read the report previously, and as the report suggested he could see it was clearly alien tech. The mineral composition, the way the circuits had been formed, the remains of a few inscribings all pointed to some alien civilization that had not been identified so far.
Kirk went back to the report. After the sabotage, Scotty had found evidence of two unauthorized transports, both several hours before Kirk beamed down and found himself a female. The speculation was that some foreign agent had beamed onto the ship from a cloaked vessel, installed the alien tech to transform Kirk, and then beamed back to their own ship, escaping into deep space.
There was no way to track them or identify them, and the footage from the cameras that monitored the transporter room had been erased. Who had done it and why might well remain a mystery forever, which was not James Kirk’s primary concern. His main concern was this alien tech, and where to get some that would restore him to his own body.
Who would want to do this to him? Who hated him enough to go to these elaborate means to turn him into a woman and strip him of his command?
He heard the door to the clean room hiss open and glanced back over his shoulder to see a young man entering– “Petty Officer Errol?” Kirk said, the name coming to him.
“Captain Kirk,” Errol answered with a smile. “You need any help.”
“Maybe,” Kirk said. “Do you know the access codes for the recording from the transporter room?”
‘Sure do.” Errol gestured. “Come over here.”
Kirk got up and followed Errol over, and when they approached the view screen Errol put his hand on the small of Kirk’s back and led him forward.
Kirk stiffened, looking up at the man. ‘Um, your hand?”
“Oh,” Errol said. “So sorry.” He pulled up the recordings, and Kirk leaned in to take a look. Errol stood very close, so close Kirk could feel the heat coming off the man’s body. He felt himself getting tense and nervous, but he didn’t want to seem like a –girl, so he just hooked his hair back and looked into the viewer, watching as the image of the empty room went black, and the fast forwarding until the image came on again.
Errol leaned down until his face was right next to Kirk’s. “What are you looking for?”
“I don’t know yet,” Kirk answered, He wished he could move away from the man, but he needed to be in front of the view finder. He rewound the recording and watched it again. Something was bothering him, but he didn’t know what. “Something doesn’t feel right. I don’t why, but I just feel it.”
“Women’s intuition,” Errol said.
Kirk gave him a dirty look. “This is not a good time,” he said, and then for some reason he smiled. He didn’t know why, but he just hoped maybe if he smiled and was nice, this guy would leave him alone. It didn’t work. Errol’s eyes fell to the swell of Kirk’s breasts, then came back to his face.
“You’re a very beautiful woman,” Errol said.
“Um, I am not interested,” Kirk said, feeling his skin crawl. “I’m really not.”
“Have you ever been with a man?” Errol said. “Maybe you’d like it.”
Kirk sighed and turned to face Errol, forced once more to look up into the man’s face. Kirk hated being short. “This is not the time, Petty offic– umph!” Kirk’s eyes went wide with shock as Errol’s lips covered his, and he put his hands on Errol’s chest and pushed, but Errol was too big and strong, and Kirk found himself being pushed backward onto the control panel, locked in a kiss, as Errol grabbed one of his legs and lifted him off his feet, while using his other hand to paw at Jim Kirk’s breast.
Overcoming his shock, Kirk finally resorted to some of his combat training and managed to get a grip on Errol’s fingers and bent them back viciously, bringing out a cry of pain and sending the man to his knees.
“I am your superior officer!” Kirk squealed angrily. “What you just did is a punishable offense!”
“Sorry!” Errol said, shaking his hand. “It’s just that you are so hot.”
Kirk resisted the urge to Kick the man in the face. I am an officer, he reminded himself. “Go.” He said, crossing his arms over his breasts, his knees together. “Go now, and I won’t report this.”
Errol got up and left.
Kirk felt– sick. He hated that a man had just kissed him like that, had fondled him, and he hated that he was letting him get away with it. But the truth was, he couldn’t report it. Didn’t dare. His reputation would be ruined if word got out that a crewman had kissed him, sexually harassed him, treated him like a– woman. Like the woman he was.
I have to get out of this body, Kirk thought, taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself, but his breasts heaving with each breath just brought back to him what he was now, what he’d become. He tried to watch the tape again, but the incident was playing over and over in his mind. Did I cause this? He wondered. “Did I give off some signal I’m not even aware of?”
He didn’t think so, but he couldn’t be sure, didn’t know what was expected of him now that he was a she. I told him this was not a good time, he thought. I told him i wasn’t– wait.
Not a good time. He went back to the tape, to right before the screen went black. There was the transporter room, with the time at the bottom left corner, and then it went black and– yes! He scrolled it back, millisecond by millisecond. And there it was. He’d seen the time stamp flicker– just barely– that’s what he’d caught, but now, freezing it on one frame the saboteur had missed, he saw that the time stamped had been altered to make it look like whoever had beamed on board had gone into the system and erased the feed after they beamed onto the ship.
But this one frame, this one millisecond frame, proved that the video tampering had done before the alleged unauthorized transporter activity. That meant that whoever had altered the video had already been on the ship.
And they probably still were. Kirk smiled, adjusting his bra straps, tossing his ponytail. They were on the ship. And that meant he could find them, and he could force them to turn him back into a man.
And when he was a man again he would settled things with Errol in the boxing ring, fist to fist, and Errol would find out you don’t just kiss a girl whenever you feel like it because she just might punch you in the nose one day!
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