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My Very Own Gender Swap: A Branching Choices Gender Transformation Romance by [Belle, Alyson]

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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.