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A Genderbent Neverland Adventure

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bare essentials: Pan and Hook.  A Curious Adventure

Peter Pan and Captain Hook, eternal foes in James Berry’s mysterious Neverland.  But what happens to their relationship when Hook starts turning into a proper young woman?  There’s only one way to find out!  Take my hand and fly with me to a genderbent Neverland!

I based Pan & Hook primarily on the original play by James Berry, trying to keep the playful, child-like tone and style while also exploring the themes of the play.  If you haven’t read it, the play obsesses on the boy’s hunger and need for a mother-figure, and that holds true in my tale as well.

I have tried to create a gender bender story set firmly in the world Berry created, though with some liberties taken with the geography.  You will find pixies and pirates, Lost Boys and crocodiles!   I hope you enjoy!

 

United States           United Kingdom       Germany         Italy         Spain        Netherlands

 

Australia      Canada       India          Brazil       Mexico 

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For legal reasons, I do have to make it clear that Kim Kardashian does NOT endorse this product!  Not at all!

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Kirk XI

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In the morning, James Kirk showered, fixed his hair, pulled on his bra and panties and then wiggled into his little red uniform.  He fixed his hair again, then pulled on his boots and headed out to report to his new duty officer, Lieutenant Harriet Lubbuck.  His stomach knotted up once more of indignity of it all, assigned to Health and Morale.  A man with his skill set?  He’d taken advantage of Spock’s suggestion and gone to dinner with Chekov, and having a man with him had made all the difference.  But reporting for duty was something else entirely.  He couldn’t show up holding some man’s hand for support.

He arrived. Of course, Lubbock kept him waiting, so he sat primly in the outer office, knees together, hands in his lap.   Finally, Lubbock’s secretary told him he could go in, and Kirk got up and headed in, taking a position in front Lubbock, who was seated behind her desk.  Kirk stood at attention and said, “Captain James Kirk, reporting for duty.”

“At ease,” Lubbock said, looking Kirk over.  “Sit.”

Kirk sat and looked at Lubbock.  She had once been pretty.  He could see that, and she still had a certain attractiveness to her, though her face was etched with lines of worry and command, and her eyes were cold.  “Miss Kirk,” Lubbock said.  “Welcome to the Barbies.”

“Pardon me?”  Kirk said, surprised to hear the term come from Lubbock’s mouth.

‘Oh, I know what they call us,” Lubbock said.  “Don’t act so surprised.  In any case, you certainly fit the description.  You look like a Barbie doll come to life now, Captain.”

“You, too?”  Kirk said.  “Isn’t there anyone on this ship who isn’t obsessed with how I look? “I didn’t come here to discuss my appearance?”

“Your appearance matters very much.  I demand all of my staff dress and comport themselves with excellence at all times.   Your uniform is impeccable, but your hair is sloppy, and you will need to start wearing make-up.”

“Star Fleet does not–”

“I require all of my female staff members to wear make-up, Miss Kirk.”  Lubbock’s voice had gone cold, hard and commanding.  A bit of the West Texas accent she spent years hiding snuck back in.  “It is a part of a female officer’s proper decorum, and serves to help boost the morale of our crew.  You will not arrive to your duty station without proper makeup.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Lieutenant,” Kirk said, suddenly feeling nervous and afraid.  Lubbock’s tone triggered his training, and it was like one of the harem mistresses was giving him orders again.  ‘I’m sorry.  Please forgive me.”

Lubbock eyed Kirk, an amused little smile playing at the corners of her mouth.  “Well, I had heard you’d changed, but this is really quite something.”  She looked at him, pleased.  “Sweetie, we are going to get along fine as long as you remember to be a good little girl, is that understood?”

“Of course, Lieutenant,” Kirk said, his voice rising to a higher pitch, his speech pattern growing slightly more childlike in response to the command he be a good little girl.   His hands started fluttering as he spoke. “As you wish.”

“I’ve sent your duty schedule.  You’ll be training to teach yoga and dance aerobics at the gym, and assisting with party planning and hostess duties.”

This can’t get any worse, Kirk thought, but the smile on his face grew brighter. “Thank you, lieutenant.  I’ll do my best!”

“Of course you will. Report now to the gym.  Well, dear, that will be all.  Dismissed.”

Kirk stood, smoothed his skirt, and left.

Lubbock shook her head as she watched him walk out, his hips swaying from side to side, one arm dangling out in the most feminine manner.  So, it had been true.  The aliens had changed him and not just his body.

Kirk went to the gym.  He hadn’t been here since the change, and as he walked in he glanced through the glass to the free weight area and saw men– big, strong men, lifting weights, their bodies slick with sweaty.  One of them glanced at him and Kirk gasped and turned away, feeling his heart racing, his skin blushing.  He crossed over to the front desk for the fitness rooms, where the group classes were held, and soon he found himself directed to a fitness studio where a small group of women was stretching and chatting.  He saw the instructor and wanted to run:  Melody Gregorious, a pretty little Greek girl with a super tone, fit body.  He’d spent more than one night getting to know that body, and now he walked up, feeling like his breasts were ten feet in front of him.

Melody, who’d been talking to one of the students, turned and saw him and said, “Oh.  My.  God.  Are you seriously James Kirk?”

Kirk realize with a start that he was now looking eye to eye with the cute little woman, and he smiled and rolled his eyes. “Believe it or not,” he said, jarred by the realization he also now had a softer, higher pitched voice.  “It’s me.”

“You’re so pretty,” Melody said, looking at him, her face pained.  “I’m so sorry.  It must be terrible.”

Kirk shrugged, shaking his head.

“You were such a man, and now look at you.  You’re one of the hottest girls on this whole ship.  I can’t even imagine how hard it is for you.”

“I see there is still no filter,” Kirk said, realizing that all the women in the room had stopped and were listening.

“What?  Oh!  My god!  I’m sorry!  That was rude, wasn’t it?”

“Can we just maybe focus on the task at hand?”  Kirk said.  “I am here to train as an aerobics instructor?”

“Of course, sweetie.  Of course.  You can observe today, and maybe I will work with you after class.  It’s a lot of dance, modern but also ballet, so I am sure that will be new and uncomfortable for you.”

“Actually,” Kirk said, remembering, “I am a trained dancer.”

“You?”

“Yes.  it was part of my… service.”

His mind went back to that first day on the planet.  He’d been led to the harem quarters.  The door had swished closed, and he’d found himself surrounded by women, mostly young, some older.  They glanced at him and then went back to what they were doing.  He was just another girl to them.  One of the older women came up to him and said, “Come on.  Time for your training.”

Kirk followed, wondering what his training would entail, but not too worried about it.  Whatever they made him do, he wouldn’t be here long enough for them to ingrain any habits.  He was sure Spock would get him out.   The woman led him to a room and indicated for him to sit down in a padded chair with armrests.  The room was sparse, with just a screen mounted on the wall and a control panel with blinking lights.

Kirk laughed.

“What’s so funny?”  The woman said.

“It’s just– I find it ironic that harem’s have boring instructional videos, just like every other job.  That’s all.”

The woman only smiled and gestured toward the chair once more.

Kirk sat, and as soon as he did metal bindings sprung out, pinning his wrists and ankles.  “I’m not going to try and run,” he said, but then he felt a metal cap rise and snap into place over his head, and cold, metal probes press against his temples.  “What’s all this?”

“We don’t literally train our girls anymore,” the woman said, lighting a cigarette and going over to the control panel.  “We download everything directly into your brains.”

“Wait!  No!”  Kirk struggled against his bonds.

“Let’s start with that walk of yours.”

“No!  Please!”  Kirk said as his mind began to fill with images of women walking in bare feet, flats, heels.  If it was changing him, he didn’t sense it.  It just seemed like he was watching a montage.  The women all moved so gracefully, it was actually quite impressive.  He relaxed.  Maybe it didn’t work on humans.

“And your speech patterns.”

This time his mind was filled with the sounds of women talking, but all of them breathy and flirty, with high pitched voices like tea kettles.  Very sexy, and he felt calm and peaceful as he listened to them, even happy.  He had always loved the sound of women’s voices, anyway.

“And now, how to dance.”

His mind began to fill with images of women dancing, all different styles from all over the galaxy.  A warm calm came over him, and he even found himself smiling.  Dance was such an amazing art form.

“There,” the woman said, snickering, almost to herself.  “Now you love to dance.”

I always loved dancing, Kirk thought, smiling.  Ever since I can remember!  He imagined himself dancing for a room full of men, for his crew, and the thought thrilled him more than anything he’d ever felt in his life.  He loved dancing for men, driving them wild with lust, making them slaves to his gorgeous body!  It was the best feeling ever! dancerhappyfancy

He giggled as he imagined the whole thing.  The machine didn’t work!  There was no way they could change him!  He was James T. Kirk, and he always would be!

 

Kirk X

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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.

FINNEGAN!

MEN!

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?”

Kirk nodded.

‘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.”

 

Kirk IX

He’d been prepared to die that day as he headed off to his trial, where he’d been given two choices: 1) death and 2) to become slave girl to the Rammerham.  Death had seemed the easy, obvious choice.   He’d lay down on his narrow cot, still not used to the soft, shifting nature of his new body, and calming his breath, had begun to say goodbye to everyone, to everything, to all the people who had mattered most.

“Captain,” he heard the deep, familiar voice say.

“Spock?”  He answered in his soft new voice, sitting up, covering himself with his tiny arms as best he could.  “What are you doing here?”

Spock kept his eyes on Kirk’s new face, curiously regarding the young woman who sat before him.  “I have come to consult with you about your impending trial.  As my,” he glanced at the guards, “property, I have a legal right on this planet to your protection.”

Kirk caught the glance and nodded.  “Of course.”

The door opened and Spock entered.  Kirk stood, craning his neck back to look at his old friend, and he felt small– and naked.  “Good to see you.”

“And you.”  They sat on the bunk, side by side.  “Forgive me for what I am about to say.”

“What?”

“I feel I need to ascertain the truth of your identity.  This situation has complicated negotiations, and there are many probabilities to suggest you could be an imposter.”

Kirk nodded.  He understood.  He could barely believe he was this girl, so how could anyone else?  “What do you want me to do?  Share some secret from my past?  Tell you codes for the Enterprise only the captain would know?”

“I can obtain absolute certainty through the use of the Vulcan mind probe.”

Kirk hesitated.  Spock had mind probed him before.  That was true.  But it seemed– he felt more vulnerable now.   Spock would see his plans, and he would try to stop him.   Yet, maybe there was a chance this could all be fixed.  If anyone could do it, Spock could.   Kirk looked up at Spock and nodded.

Spock gently places his fingers along Kirk’s face and head, and Kirk his skin tingle at the man’s touch.  Then, the Vulcan began to press his awareness into Kirk’s brain, so soft and gentle, and yet so firm.  Kirk had resisted, pushed back, but then it was almost like he could hear Spock whispering, relax.  It will be okay.  Let me in.   And Kirk had; he’d released, with a soft sigh, and then he’d felt his mind merging with Spock’s, their essence flowing together, and entwining, and Spock glimmered like a diamond, shining so bright, and Kirk felt safe and protected, and when the mind meld ended, a tear rolled down Kirk’s cheek, and he couldn’t stop himself from taking Spock’s hands and squeezing.

Spock did not respond to Kirk’s emotional display, but stared down into his eyes and said, “You must not accept death, Jim.”

“What choice do I have?  I can’t live as another man’s slave, let along a slave girl.  You know what he’ll expect of me.”

“It will buy us time.  It will give me a chance to free you.”

“But what if you can’t?  Or what if before you do I become his– mate?”  Kirk’s voice cracked at the last word.

A hard, angry fire filled Spock’s eyes for a moment, but he quickly regained control of himself.  “I will not allow that to happen.”

Kirk’s heart fluttered, and he got that tingly feeling everywhere.  “Oh, Spock.”

“You must trust me.  I will protect you.”

“Okay,” Kirk said, now openly weeping.  “I’m sorry,” he said, wiping at his tears.  “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“It’s because you are a female,” Spock said, standing.  “Your biology makes you more prone to tears.”

Spock left.  The guards came and escorted Kirk to the courtroom, all the way ogling his body.  He had not been used to men looking at him like that, and it made him feel queasy and sick.   He was made to stand in the center of the room, and he glanced around to see Spock, Uhura, Rand and the rest of the landing party watching along with a large number of the men of Rammerham.  The judge came in wearing a horned helmet and some kind of animal fur cloak.

“You spoke in the presence of a man after being ordered to silence.  I find you guilty. The sentence is death. ”  He raised his gavel, pausing, waiting for Kirk to beg for mercy.  But, he couldn’t do it.  He couldn’t bring himself to beg these savage pigs to allow him to serve as a slave girl, and so heartbroken that he had to betray his word to Spock– poor Spock!– he merely dropped his head and stared at the floor, waiting to hear the gavel pound and sound the end of his life.

“Wait!”

Kirk looked up, shocked, to see that Spock had risen.  “As the owner of this female, I offer my life in her place,” Spock said.

“No!”  Kirk screamed.  The crew all around Spock was staring at him in shock, looking back at Kirk, their eyes wide.

“Are you sure?”  The Judge said.   “There will be no appeal.  My judgement is final.”

“I am sure,” Spock said.  “I can not allow her to die.”

“Very well, then I do hereby–”

Kirk stared at Spock, tears once more pooling in his eyes, and he sank to his knees, and cried out, “Let me join the King’s harem!  Please!  I beg you!  I want to serve him as his slave girl!”  He sank forward until his forehead was on the ground, prostrate before the judge.

“Very well.  It pleases me greatly to see this arrogant female humble herself before the great King.  I will be merciful.  You are now the property of the King, and you will seek to serve him in every way.”

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The guards picked Kirk up off the floor and led him away.  He kept his eyes down, his hair falling around his face like a  curtain.  He could not stand the thought of looking at any of his crew now that he was a harem girl, a slave, another man’s woman.

 

Kirk VII

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Kirk walked back to his quarters, feeling shaken, the incident with Errol playing over and over in his mind.  The man’s hand on Kirk’s breast, his thigh, the unwanted kiss.  It made him shiver, and he hunched over, feeling self-conscious, vulnerable in his short dress, his long legs exposed, and the eyes of the men constantly caressing his figure.

Plunging into his quarters, he sighed with relief as the door wooshed shut, and he could finally relax, no longer feel embattled.  He sat down at his desk, knees together without even thinking about it, and tossed his long, blonde hair.  Who had done this to him?   He started to cycle through the names and faces, trying to figure out who had not only motive but means.  Nothing.

He checked his messages, he found orders to report to see Captain Finnegan that afternoon, as well as messages from Spock, McCoy, Uhura and Rand, all checking up on him to see how he was doing.  He realized he could still taste Errol, and he got up, disgusted.

How am I doing? He thought.  Terrible. He gargled some mouthwash, trying to get the taste of Errol out of his mouth.   Spit it out.  Gargled some more.  Then he thought he could smell Errol’s sweat on his body, and he didn’t know if this was all just female hysteria or not, but once the idea got into his mind he felt disgusted and dirty, so he took a quick shower, and then sprayed himself with some of his old cologne.  He felt like crying. Screaming.  How am I doing?  How do you think?

The only one he trusted to share his feminine struggles with was Rand.  They’d been… close before his change, and she’d been there helping him adjust to his new life even from the beginning.  The others, he needed them to continue to see him as the man he’d been, and would be again.

Should I ask Spock to help me investigate?  Kirk wondered.  The thought made him feel warm, and he imagined himself in Spock’s powerful arms, looking up into his–

No!  Kirk pushed the thought away.  He’d been struggling with his feelings for Spock, ever since, back on Rammerham, Spock had rescued him.

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The warrior had carried Kirk to a cell and unceremoniously plunked him on the floor.  He sat there in his little red uniform, staring at the long, shapely legs spread out before him, the small, dainty hands, the full, heavy breasts.  He was stunned.  It all seemed impossible.

After a time, he got to his feet, standing unsteadily.  His whole body felt wrong.  His legs were too long, he had what felt like a mountain of hair piled on top of his head, and of course there was impossible weight of his chest.  He walked around his small cell, trying to get used to the feel of walking in this new body, in these boots, these clothes.  He found himself tugging constantly on the short dress.  He felt naked.

The cell wasn’t much.  A cot, a toilet, a sink.  Looking up, he saw a camera following him around the cell, and he imagined the guards, the men, ogling him, and he crossed his arms over the swelling of his soft, new chest.

What had happened?  Why had he transported down in this body?  He looked in the mirror, and quickly looked away.  The face he’d seen?  It was– beautiful. Feminine.  Young.  It shocked him to see her with her big,  wide eyes, and full lips, and to realize that kissable face was him.

Death.  The guard had told him the penalty for a woman to speak was death.

Well, how am I going to get out of this one?  He wondered.  And where was his crew?  He examined the bars, looked for any means of escape.  Found nothing. He lay on the cot, trying to pull his dress down, to keep his legs together, so the guards wouldn’t have anything to look at.  He’d never had to worry about it before, but he’d never worn a tiny little dress, either.  He decided he needed to think through the situation, wait for an opportunity to present itself.  Was it the stress?  The shock of finding himself in a new, female body?  He didn’t know, but he plunged into a deep, troubled sleep and only woke up when he heard a man bellow, “Wake up!”

Kirk snapped awake, initially confused by the weight of his breasts bouncing on his chest, the sight of his long, coltish legs, exposed by his dress.  Then it all started to come back to him, the slap, being taken prisoner.  He pushed a few strands of hair away from his face with his slender hands and sat on the edge of the cot, his knees together.

The man leered at Kirk, letting his eyes roam across his body.  Then, he met Kirk’s eyes and smiled, like a shark.

‘I am a Federation Officer,” Kirk started, wincing at the high-pitched sound of his voice.  He didn’t even sound like a woman, but a girl.

“Shut up! The man said “And listen to me if you want to live.”

“I want to talk to my ship,” Kirk continued.

“No,” the man said, setting his briefcase down, adjusting his suit.

“I have rights!”  Kirk had meant the words to come out forceful and commanding, but instead he had sounded like a teen girl about to have a hissy fit.  He cringed, putting his hands to his throat, feeling his breasts pressed together between his arms.

“You are a woman, and you have no rights on Rammerham,”  the man said.  “This isn’t your precious Federation, with all of your absurd notions of equality.  However, in the interest of avoiding an interplanetary crisis, I am here to offer you a deal that will save your life.  So, do you want to listen or do you want to die?  Nod or shake your head.  I think that is your custom?”

Kirk felt ashamed of his voice, and so he just nodded.  Besides, talk of the Federation reminded him he’d come here on a mission.  He needed to do what he could to salvage that operation, even if it meant he had to put the little issue of his sex change aside for the moment.

“Good girl,” the man said.  “So, here’s what’s going to happen.  You will called before Khan Rammerham.  He will sentence you to death.  You will beg for your life, and offer to join his harem and serve him as his slave girl.  It will help if you can cry.  He likes to play the hero.”

Harem?  Slave girl?  The words sounded impossible to Kirk’s ears.  He was a man.  Had been a man.  How could?  What?  “A slave girl?  Harem?  Me?”  He said softly, his eyes wide.

“Khan saw you on the video.  You’re sexy.  Got nice tits and a hot temper.  He likes this in his women. ”

The man picked up his briefcase and walked away, leaving Kirk there feeling more vulnerable and disrespected than he had ever felt in his life.   Slave girl?  A tight, strangulated laugh escaped from him.  It was all so insane.  Like the plot of an old 21st Century Fan Fiction.

No, he decided, shaking his head.  No.  If it came down to it, he would rather die than agree to join Khan Rammerham’s harem and- pleasure him.  The thought– revolted him. Sickened him.  A slave girl?  A harem girl?  How all of Star Fleet would laugh at that news.  No.  Jim Kirk was not meant for that end.

Where are you Spock?  Scotty?  He wondered.  I need you to get me out of this.  He lay on his side, fighting against a strange and powerful impulse to cry.  He pushed the feelings inside, refused to acknowledge them, and instead focused all his will on one thing: his impeding death.  He would not lose his nerve.  He would not agree to his own utter humiliation.

A short time later a group of women arrived, primping Kirk and dressing him for his trial.  They took his hair down, brushed it, made up his face and dressed him in traditional Rammerham female attire.  He just let them do what they wished, thinking the whole time about the trial, and how ashamed he would be to die as a woman, but that it would be better than to become another man’s pleasure slave.  It seemed an impossible sitation, but he would Kobayashi Maru it.

but this time, the Kobayashi Maru manuever would end in one death:  his own.

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Kirk VI

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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?”

“Yeah.”

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.”

“I’m not.”

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.

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“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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James Kirk did not like the way his uniform fit.   As he looked at himself in the mirror, he turned to his side to examine his profile, turned back to face himself directly, then turned around and looked back over his shoulder.  He groaned, tugging at the hem of his little uniform, trying to pull it down lower on his thighs, but it was all futile.  The little red mini-dress hugged his now full breasts, and clung to his wide, round hips.

He couldn’t hide his figure, and boy did he ever want to.   He could even see the outline of his bra through the materiel, and when he let his eyes drift down to his long, coltish legs in the dark tights, and then the high boots that encased his rounded calves, he felt sick at the thought of walking out of his quarters and facing the crew like this, as a she, in this body.  With these breasts.  He shook his head, looking at them perched on his chest.

He was pretty sure the girls had issued him some kind of push-up bra that lifted them and made them seem even bigger than they were, presenting them to the world like an invitation. When they’d taken his measurements they’d teased him about his d-cups, promised him most of the women on the Enterprise would be jealous of his breasts.

Maybe, but he felt pretty sure the women were going to love the irony of seeing him, the playboy captain, now with an hourglass figure, and forced to wear the same demeaning uniform as a woman.  How many of them had he flirted with, hit on, and now he was as pretty as any of them, and they had to laugh when they saw him.  He knew it.

As for the men?  He knew what they would be thinking when they saw this body.  He turned to the side again, looking at his curves, the way his behind swayed and rose, so inviting, and the way his breasts hovered in front of him.   He shivered at the thought of the men checking him out, looking over his shape, the same way he used to do when he was still a man.

I am a man, he thought, tugging on the hem of his dress again.  I will always be a man.  I don’t care what body I find myself in, what uniform the Federation makes me wear. I. Am. A. Man!  He felt the bra straps digging into his shoulders, the weight of them heavy in the cups of his bra, and he became aware of the tightness of his dress, the feeling of the tights on his smoothly shaven legs.  His head spun.   Could he still be a man with this tiny waist?  These small arms?

But I am, and I always will be.  The intercom buzzed, and Spock’s voice called out, “Captain?”

“Captain here,” Kirk responded, his new voice sounding like a little girl’s, especially compared to Spock’s deep tones.  Kirk grimaced, hating the way he sound, wondering why his body had to be so extremely womanly, so intensely feminine.  But, of course, that had been no accident.

“I just thought it prudent to remind you that your hearing begins in ten minutes.”

“I am aware,” Kirk answered, annoyed that he sounded to his own ears like a petulant child.   He searched for the right placement, the right tone. “I mean, I know.”

“It would not look good if you were late to your hearing.  There is a belief among human males that one of the qualities of a female is the need to take a very long time to get ready.”

That’s because it does take longer for us to get ready, Kirk thought, hooking his hair behind his ear.  He realized he’d just thought of himself as a woman, but he pushed the thought away.  “I’m leaving now.”

Over on the counter in front of his bathroom mirror he saw a selection of cosmetics he’d been issued been issued along with his new uniform: mascara, blush, lipstick, nail polish.   He’d insisted he didn’t need them, but the girls had placed them in his basket anyway, insisting it was regulations.

There was no regulation requiring him to actually use them, to paint his face.  It would be hard enough to get the High Command to take him seriously dressed like a waitress, he thought, let alone if he painted his face just like some girl.

And yet the woman on his ship had always worn make-up, had felt pressured to wear it even when it was impractical for their jobs.  Had he been part of that?  He’d never said so. never told any of them they they had to make themselves pretty, but had it been in his attitude?  Had they known he valued them based on their attractiveness and felt the only way to get ahead was to be pretty?

He’d think about it later.  Once more tugging on the hem of his little dress, Kirk bounded out of his quarters, quickly measuring his steps to keep his breasts from bouncing, and then he did his best to assume the air of command he’d honed for all these years, to walk and compose himself in a way to say– I am still Jim Kirk.  I am still your Captain.

As the cool air of the deck washed over him, and his nerves jangled at the thought of his upcoming hearing, he felt his nipples getting tight and hard, pushing at the stiff cups of his bra.   He got on the elevator and took a position between two security officers, each of whom now towered over him, making him feel that sensation that he was a child once more.  He didn’t wan to re-enforce it by speaking, but he had to, and so he said, “Gentleman” and tried not to wince at the pretty little voice that came out of him.

“Sir,” the officers responded.

Sir.  Kirk felt good to hear that word.  Sir.  He was still Captain James Kirk.

And then he sensed it, the eyes of the security officer falling to his behind, burning a whole in it.  He wanted to say something, to reprimand the man, but his body tensed up, and he couldn’t speak, couldn’t say anything, because he didn’t want to acknowledge that he was a woman, and that he was being mentally undressed by a man, and that it made him feel– scared.

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Okay.  Just a little fanfic interlude I had intended as a paragraph, but which turned out longer.  Anyway, as we pass from the holiday season into the New Year, I am publicly pledging to write more often!!!!!  I think for a blog to be vital and useful to the reader, it has to be updated regularly, and look for that to happen!  Including with some awesome fan fiction!!!!

I am seriously thinking about doing a Rey is Darth Vader series.  What say you?