Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!prodigy.com!prodigy.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <1986761554.20041114160213@gmx.de> From: "A.Q" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TOS "The Squire's Turn" 1/2 [NC-17] Kirk/McCoy , challenge Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-15 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Lines: 512 Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2004 15:55:03 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1100447703 209.198.142.218 (Sun, 14 Nov 2004 10:55:03 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2004 10:55:03 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85594 X-Received-Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2004 07:56:06 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: The Squire's Turn Author: Acidqueen Series: TOS Codes: Kirk/McCoy (female) Rating: NC-17 for het sex; warning: possibly clichés; challenge Summary: The Squire of Gothos has a last, unexpected gift for Author's Note: Written for Stephen's "Other Sex" Challenge. Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns Star Trek, I own my brain. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made. Archive: My own website at http://www.syredronning.de , ASCEM, all others ask, please. Acknowledgement: Thanks to Farfalla for beta'ing! All remaining errors are mine :) * Additional Log Entry, Captain Kirk Just when we thought we had finally gotten rid of the Squire and his 'parents', he briefly resurfaced to play a crude and unmotivated joke on one of my crewmembers, transforming Dr. McCoy into a woman. We tried to contact the Squire's parents or himself, but to no avail so far. Dr. McCoy is taking the unusual situation as well as could be expected. The Science Department is analyzing possible ways to retransform him, but I fear nothing short of magic - or aliens with a power far above our own - can achieve this goal. * A fascinating situation, Spock thought as they sat in Briefing Room One the next day together with Kirk and Scott. McCoy still tried to look like a man, wearing his usual uniform even though it didn't really fit anymore. Since the Squire had at least good taste in women, McCoy looked remarkably good. Long, dark hair framed a round but beautiful face with sparkling blue eyes, and the lean body had acquired rounder hips and firm, medium-sized breasts. All in all, there was only a slight similarity to the old McCoy. Spock noticed the enhanced pulses of his human colleagues, although they tried to avoid staring. "Have we achieved anything?" Kirk asked. "No, Captain," Spock answered. "All attempts to contact the aliens have failed so far. However, we are pursuing the scans and hailing attempts." McCoy stared at the table top, fingers tightly closed around a padd. "Doctor, how is your department adjusting to your changes?" Kirk asked him. "Oh," McCoy looked up. "Good. Since he didn't transform me into a squirrel or a Napoleonic canon, I can fulfill my duties without interruption." "And how are you adjusting, Doctor?" Spock asked. McCoy gave him a glare, but it lost much of its impact when delivered by fine, female features. "It's no fun to have a gender change in your middle ages, Mr. Spock. But I get along and keep hoping that I'm going to return to my normal state as soon as possible." "This might take some time, though," Kirk said. "Until then, I think we'll all handle it exemplarily. I will inform the crew of the change." McCoy sighed, but nodded in agreement. "Dismissed," Kirk said, and found himself looking at McCoy's transformed back until it vanished through the door. When Spock had left too, Scott gave him a knowing smile. "He's a pretty impressive lady, isn't he?" he said in the voice of a fellow conspirator. "Indeed, Mr. Scott," Kirk replied. "However, don't forget that it's still our old McCoy...even if he doesn't look like it." "Yes, Sir." Scotty nodded, and left. * Two days went by, during which McCoy didn't show up on the bridge, so Kirk found it was his duty to stir the lion...or lioness...in its own den. When he arrived at Sickbay, McCoy was in his office and deeply occupied with his terminal. For a moment Kirk stared at the delicate neck. It was weird to see this new McCoy - but it was also...interesting. His friend seemed to have felt his gaze on his back and turned. "Hello, Jim," he said, and got up. "Wow..." Kirk barely managed to say. For the first time since the transformation, McCoy was wearing a woman's uniform, and so Kirk got a first class glimpse of long, beautiful legs. It was definitely breathtaking. "I thought I'd give it a try," McCoy grumbled. "Those standard boy uniforms just didn't fit, no matter what I tried. But I had a hard time convincing the computer that I was authorized for a lt. commander badge. Seems there aren't many female CMOs in the fleet." "I know of exactly three now," Kirk agreed. McCoy half sat on the table, folding his arms. But where this had been an innocent gesture in the past, it looked very different today, giving Kirk all sorts of weird ideas. "Any special reason why you've found your way down to sickbay?" the doctor said, stirring Kirk out of his daydream. "Ah - no, just wanted to check on you." "Everything's fine," McCoy said. "I think the people around me have a harder time to adapt than I have." "Probably," Kirk agreed whole-heartedly, staring into some very blue eyes. "Did you even use make-up?" "A bit. Uhura showed up and gave me some tips." Kirk grinned, which made McCoy frown. "Might as well try to look 'normal', while I've got to run around like this," he said coolly. "Oh, it looks marvellous. Really." He wanted to add 'Bones', but somehow the nickname didn't fit to this sexy woman. McCoy had cut the long hair to shoulder length, but there it fell in a natural wave, shimmering in the bright illumination of sickbay. Kirk fingered his own hair. "Well, I better go back to the bridge. Care to come with me?" "No, thanks," McCoy said. "Feeling uncomfortable?" McCoy nodded. "A bit. At least with this." He tugged at the short skirt. "Maybe in a few days, when everyone's more adjusted to it. Me included." "Alright. Just remember - I miss you up there. Nobody's massaging my shoulders." Kirk grinned. "Am I your yeoman?" McCoy stated, raising a brow. "My yeoman doesn't do that either," Kirk said wistfully. "Anyway...you know you're always welcome. See you tonight after the shift, okay?" McCoy nodded and, with that promise, Kirk returned to the bridge with a feeling of relief. * "I haven't seen much of Doctor McCoy lately," Sulu noticed when he had dinner with Uhura, Chapel and Chekov a week later in the mess. Chapel looked up from her plate where she had poked at her salad. "He's still having a hard time to adapt. And to tell the truth, I have, too. He's so moody lately. Only the captain can cheer him up." "Oh, Mr. Scott, too," Chekov said. "They've had lunch together a few times last week." He dropped his voice. "Who do you think will make the race? "Tsktsk." Uhura disapprovingly shook her head. "McCoy really needs his best friends now." "I'm sure they need him too," Sulu stated with a broad grin. "I'd bet on Mr. Scott." The women frowned. "Are you betting over us, too?" Chapel asked critically. "No," Sulu said, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks. Uhura and Chapel exchanged glances over their plates. "Really, we don't." Sulu looked insulted. "But this thing with McCoy...I don't know, maybe it's because the change happened here. Or maybe because he's so unsure of himself. You know, like in those old stories. Not a woman of today, but shy and reluctant in her manners." "In a way, it's quite charming," Chekov agreed. "So you'd rather like to have old-fashioned girls around you, so that you can be the heroes?" Uhura asked. Now it was Chekov who looked insulted. "Not at all, Uhura. You know I've no problems with strong women." Sulu came to his help. "Of course we've no problems with that. But sometimes a man just wants to be the strong, assuring person to a vulnerable lady -" Uhura and Chapel exchanged another glance and, as if by command, took their plates. "Thanks for the enlightenment, guys" Chapel stated. "We'll let you dream along for a while." Uhura nodded and added, "But I wouldn't tell McCoy in your place - I think he'd knock you over your male head for it. And that would hurt even with his beautiful hands." "Uhura..." Chekov said helplessly as they left their table. Sulu shrugged. "Seems they're a bit sensitive right now." Chekov heaved a sigh. "Women!" Shaking their heads, they concentrated on their food again. * Unaware of the spreading rumors, Kirk was at McCoy's door the same night, lingering outside for a second. McCoy had been an important friend in his life for many years, but since the change, he began feeling differently for him - he just didn't know how to bring his point across. He'd tried his usual charming approach, but it hadn't help to bridge the demure walls that McCoy had erected lately. He chimed, still in thoughts. Maybe the problem was that he had been too much of a gentleman. The direct approach was usually more successful than reluctance. The door opened, and Kirk entered. McCoy was sitting on the edge of his bed, the skirt barely covering his hips. A smile spread over his face on the sight of Kirk, changing into slight astonishment when Kirk crossed the distance and sat down next to him. "Bones..." Kirk said, facing the blue eyes that mirrored many emotions right now - but not rejection. Softly but determined, Kirk put one finger under McCoy's chin and tilted his head up into a kiss. At first McCoy's reply came cautious, but with the next kiss he already fully leaned into it, answering Kirk's probing with some probing of his own. McCoy's lips were warm and inviting, and Kirk felt himself hardening. He pulled McCoy's female body into a tighter embrace, pressing one knee between his. McCoy's arms were around him, caressing over his back. Encourage by the response, Kirk let his hands slip under the skirt and began kneading McCoy's hip. "Jim..." McCoy whispered as they broke the kissing for a moment. "Yes?" Kirk murmured. "Hold on for a second," McCoy said, and slightly sat back. Then he looked at Kirk with a very serious gaze. "Better think about it, Jim - would you have done that with the male McCoy, too?" "I don't know," Kirk admitted. And he frankly didn't care much right now. "Then we'll better stop here." McCoy pulled away. "The Squire didn't change my inside, Jim. I still feel male. Heck, I am still male in my own perception. It's only the outside that changed, and if I've any say in it, I'm going to be a man again in the nearest possible future." Kirk sighed and tried to appease his raging hormones. "Maybe you're right. But you're very attractive, Bones. Outside and inside," he added. McCoy grunted to spare himself a comment; he didn't quite trust in Kirk's ability to distinguish the two. "I...should leave, um?" Kirk said, and he nodded. Kirk was already at the door when realization dawned on him. He turned around. "You would've kissed me anyway?" he asked, not able to hide his astonishment. "Also as a man? I thought you were so straight." McCoy folded his hands over his well-formed knees. "Well, I'm pretty straight, but I'm not blind, Jim. And you've always been someone special to me." A faint touch of red brushed over his cheeks. "I see," Kirk said and left, wondering if he'd been the one who had been blind all those years - in many ways. * Two days later, McCoy was entering the briefing room, where Spock was already waiting for his report, with a decidedly frustrated look on his face. He barely gave the Vulcan a nod as he took a seat and threw his padd on the table. Spock tilted his head. Since the transformation, McCoy had been much less emotional than usual, probably because he felt uncomfortable in his new body. So in a way, Spock was relieved that McCoy had returned to a more 'normal' behavior, by his standards. "Doctor, you seem to be irritated," he asked. "May I ask for the reason?" McCoy gave him a brief glance and was about to shake his head, but then sighed. "I might just as well talk to you...you're the only one who didn't -" He stopped abruptly. "Ah well, forget it." Quickly pushing some buttons, he said, "Let's get started with the weekly report. Nothing unusual happening last week, the -" Spock put his hand over McCoy's, noticing his flinching. "I apologize," he said, and pulled back. "Et tu, Brutus," McCoy murmured. "I'm just not used to being handled so differently by my some of colleagues, now that I look like a woman." "I assume it is a reflex in human males," Spock said. "Or men socialized similarly," McCoy said, and met Spock's gaze challenging. "Possibly," Spock agreed. McCoy concentrated on the padd, fidgeting with the dials for a second; then he looked up again. "I'd a drink with Scotty last night. And it was pretty hard to keep him out of my lap." "You always were good friends," Spock said diplomatically. "Yeah, and that status seems to have some weird effects, now that my outside looks compatible to their sexual preference," McCoy said, disgruntled. Spock noticed the plural form, but wisely decided to ignore the implications. "Unfortunately, the probability of the sex change being permanently is 99.95% by now." "Your statistic is buggy, Spock," McCoy said. "If we meet his parents, the probability is a 100% that they'll change me back. Time's not a factor." "But the possibility of meeting them is decreasing rapidly. We have found no way to contact them. They may be anywhere in this universe - or even in another." McCoy shrugged. "Where there's life, there's hope." "Maybe you should adjust to this form," Spock said, instantly realizing that this suggestion was not welcome. "I don't fit in this body, Spock!" McCoy snapped. "I'm a man, dammit. Is that so hard to understand?" He rose from his seat, half throwing the padd into Spock's arms. "Read that report by yourself, Mr. Spock. And if you've questions, don't ask me." With these words, he left the room, almost colliding with Kirk. Giving him only an icy glare, he strode down the corridor with large steps. "What's wrong with him?" Kirk asked Spock through the open door. "The doctor's mind does not agree with his appearance," Spock said. "He is not willing to adjust to the enforced sex change." "I know." Kirk walked into the room and leaned on the table's edge. "But I can't help him. Nobody can beside those aliens." Spock nodded in agreement. "Maybe it would be helpful to refrain from personal approaches, Captain." Kirk frowned. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Mr. Spock," he said coolly, "and if I would, it's still my own business." He slipped from the table. "See you later," he said, and left. For a moment, Spock allowed himself to feel irritation; then he acknowledged it and resumed his work without giving another thought to his colleagues. * After that day, McCoy tried to fall back to his fake male state for about two weeks, wearing a man's uniform, cutting his hair crop short and stopping everything that might make him look or appear even remotely female. He couldn't remember ever having been so rude to other people - but it didn't work out. And facing himself in the mirror, he knew that with that face and body, nobody could be convinced to accept him as man. He let his fingers drift along his features, feeling as if for the first time his skin, the broader lips and thinner brows, the soft cheeks without any beard stubs. Maybe he should give it a try...but no. He shook his head. This wasn't him, and this wasn't his life. He'd stopped meeting his buddies because they'd gotten on his nerves with their comments and their flirting. And he didn't feel like hanging around with women, either, because he didn't share their themes. Which left him mostly on his own devices today, slowly making him depressed. But that would end now - he would transfer off the ship, get home and some surgery done, and get another assignment. Yes, that's what he'd do. It took him fifteen minutes to write the appropriate transfer request and another ten before he finally sent it. It took Kirk exactly five until he stood in his door. "You really want to transfer?" he said. "Yes." McCoy stood up, facing his captain on the same level. "Why?" "You know why." Kirk stepped closer, and McCoy held his breath as he faced the intense gaze. "Len..." Kirk said, using the more neutral nickname he'd fallen back to instead of 'Bones'. "Why can't we try?" He closed his hands around McCoy's upper arms, left and right, and for a moment McCoy was hard pressed just to fall into those eyes and to remain as he was, female in appearance. But it would be a fake persona who would participate in a fake relationship with Jim Kirk. And he couldn't do that. "Because you're not seeing me, Jim. It ain't my shoulders you're touching, and it weren't my lips you kissed that day," McCoy whispered. "But I see you, Len," Kirk said. "Much better than I ever did in the past. I've known you for so long...that's my only explanation why I missed it." "It?" "This..." Kirk leaned forward, but McCoy twisted out of his grip. "Get out of here, Jim," he said roughly. "Len -" "And stop using that goddamn name!" McCoy snapped. "If you can't use my real nickname, just stop using one altogether." He saw Kirk's wounded eyes, and his anger crumbled. "Jim, please, sign my transfer and let me go," he said more softly. "There's no other solution. I can't keep going like this." Kirk stared at the floor, his shoulders heaving. "If you really want to transfer, I'll sign the request," he finally said. "But I wish we could find some other way." "There's none, short to finding some handy aliens to transform me back." "Alright." With a sharp turn, Kirk left. In frustration, McCoy sagged on his seat - and knocked one of his fragile glasses from the table down on the floor. It shattered into a dozen pieces, much like his own life. With a sigh he knelt down, picking up the pieces of broken glass with his irritatingly slim fingers. Maybe he'd get better along with this body if the Squire hadn't transformed him into some beauty queen - as it was, he felt twice as alienated with his features. The door chimed, and he said, "Come in" without looking up. "Let me help you, Len," Scotty said, and knelt down beside him to collect some pieces. McCoy remained silent, ignoring the nagging thought that Scotty wouldn't have done that for the male McCoy. Soon, it wouldn't matter anymore. "Um, I'm sorry for what happened on that evening two weeks ago," Scott murmured. "I was a tad inebriated and somehow...well. You know I've always liked you a lot." McCoy rose to his feet. "Never mind, Scotty, you weren't the only one with that problem," he said, and walked out into the corridor to throw the glass into the recycler. When he returned, Scott was standing in the middle of the room, his glass pieces lying on the table. "Len..." he said, floundering, and McCoy already knew what would follow. He shook his head. "Scotty, please, don't say anything. I've written my transfer request and will be leaving as soon as possible." "Oh," the Scot said, and fell into a brief silence. "That's really a pity," he finally said. "You're sure about this?" "Very sure," McCoy said, and put the remaining glass pieces into his palm, one by one. "I see." Scott nodded in understanding. "But anyway, what I really came for was that I wanted to invite you to the engineering deck Halloween Party, like every year." McCoy shook his head. "I don't think I'll come." Scott nodded again. "It's alright, Len. I wish I could help you, but..." "Nobody can besides that Squire, Scotty. It's alright." He walked out and threw the other pieces into the recycler too, ignoring some curious gazes from passing crewmen. Behind his back, Scott's steps vanished. * TBC in part 2 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. 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NewMessage: Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.pas.earthlink.net!elnk-nf2-pas!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newshub.sdsu.edu!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <892280638.20041114160220@gmx.de> From: "A.Q" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TOS "The Squire's Turn" 2/2 [NC-17] Kirk/McCoy, challenge Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 592 Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2004 15:55:05 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1100447705 209.198.142.218 (Sun, 14 Nov 2004 10:55:05 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2004 10:55:05 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85595 X-Received-Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2004 07:56:11 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Part 2/2 "The Squire's Turn" [NC-17] K/Mc * It was the night of the Halloween party, and Uhura was dressed to kill, using her natural color to go as "Amazonia, Ruler of the Jungle". The costume, which consisted of a bustier, shorts and a very high, feathery head decoration, displayed enough to leave men drooling in her wake, but was still decent. Simply perfect for such a night. However, something weighted heavily on her and so, instead of going right down to engineering, she took another corridor that led to McCoy's door. She chimed until he answered her call. Even after almost four weeks, it was hard to adapt to the sight of this female McCoy, Uhura thought. Not the least because she - he - looked gorgeous, something even the male uniform and McCoy's unhappy face couldn't spoil. For a moment, Uhura wished the Squire would return and grant her a wish. But then, probably he'd mutate her into an elephant just for the fun of it. "Hello Uhura," McCoy said, and remained in the door frame. "And to make it short - I won't go to the party." "Darling," she said, and McCoy frowned. "Leonard, you're going to leave this ship tomorrow. Everyone would love to meet you once again before that. It's not fair to ignore everyone around you, even your friends, as if we've done something wrong." Black eyes locked with blue ones, but Uhura wasn't in Communications for no good reasons. Her appeal was just the right mixture of inflicting a bad conscience in McCoy without evoking instant rejection. "Alright," McCoy gave in. "At least I'll listen. But I won't promise anything." She walked into the room, and as she turned around, she caught McCoy's eyes resting on her hips. "Um, sorry," McCoy said, blushing. "Hey, I dressed for that effect!" Uhura said, and laughed. "You really like it when men look at you like that? I can't handle it," McCoy admitted. "Oh, I don't always like it. When I'm all professional and Starfleet officer, I want them to focus on my abilities. But when I'm going to a party, I want them to fall on their knees for me." Uhura smiled broadly. McCoy smiled, too. "You'll achieve that for sure." Uhura sat down on the bed and patted the space next to her. "Leonard, come here." "Yes, mommy," the brunette who was McCoy said with a twinkle. Uhura took the white, long fingers into hers. It gave an interesting contrast in colors. "I thought it would be a great idea if you'd dress up tonight too. I mean really dress up. A friend of mine has a rubber catsuit which would fit you perfectly." McCoy made a face. "Uhura -" "Shhh," she said, and put her fingers on his lips. "See it as costume, Leonard. See it as the perfect drag. Men and women will lust after you, and you can turn down every single one of them." "Big fun," McCoy muttered. "Oh, yes! You'll be hit of the night, Leonard. I'd bet all my credits on it." "And what exactly would the drag include, besides that catsuit?" "High-heels - but not too high, don't worry," she added, as she saw his brows climb. "And of course, some colorful makeup. With your complexion, blue and light red are the colors of choice." McCoy looked unconvinced. "For me, Len. For your friends. Everyone will be around tonight." She rubbed along his arm; she had never minded touching a woman, and this mixture was definitely intriguing her. But she was too intelligent not to notice that she, like everyone else, was walking on thin ice with McCoy concerning everything even remotely connected to sexuality right now. "Please," she said and fluttered her eyelashes. McCoy melted, because, in the end, he was only a man. "Alright, Uhura, you got me." He sighed. "That's my boy," she smiled, and guided him to her room to work her magic. * The party was barely started and already a success. Engineering was full enough to burst: people in inventive costumes filling the already overheated room, animated chattering filling the air. However, when the door opened to reveal Uhura and another woman, admiring silence spread along their way. At the bar, Kirk's jaw dropped as McCoy drew closer on the side of Uhura. More than one head taller than the communication officer, he was walking in narrow steps, which made his hips roll in the style of a fashion model. A black rubber catsuit displayed every bit of the marvelous body for perfect show, and the makeup in McCoy's face only enhanced his striking features. At first, Kirk managed to keep away from McCoy. Determined he went up from his bar stool and walked around, exchanging nice, meaningless words with members of his crew. But the longer he tried, the harder it became. He didn't want to see men flirting with McCoy where he hadn't been allowed to - and most especially not Scotty. He wished the engineer all the best, but McCoy was his. In a quick decision, Kirk turned into a man with a mission. He slowly circled toward the group where McCoy was standing to join their talking. He was charming, he was enchanting, and soon everyone fell under his spell - including McCoy. From there, it didn't take much to shuffle McCoy away from the others and onto the dance floor. "People will start talking, Captain," McCoy stated in a slightly slurred voice, but his steps were still sure even on the higher heels. "I don't mind," Kirk said. "And per regulation 133c I can choose any senior officer for a dance." "There's no such reg," McCoy said, his eyes searching Kirk's features. "What do you want, Jim?" "You." Kirk guided McCoy into a more complex figure of the dance. McCoy had a hard time to follow, and it took half a minute before he was facing Kirk again. "Why?" McCoy asked. "Because you're a marvelous, humorous, caring person." McCoy twisted his full lips, shaking his head. "I didn't think you'd be so lousy at flirting, Jim. Give it another try." Kirk tightened his grip, forcing McCoy closer. Their lower bodies rubbed together with every step, but thankfully the room was quite dark and the dancing floor quite full by now. "You're the hottest woman onboard. I want to throw you on the floor, tear that second skin apart and make love to you." He circled them into an ever darker corner, where he forced McCoy into the slowest slowfox ever, their bodies tightly wedged together. No woman had ever been able to resist this physical approach. But McCoy wasn't just any woman. "It wasn't that good either, but better than the first one," McCoy stated rather coolly. "And I'd like to be able to breathe, thank you." He slid out of Kirk's grip. "Don't go," Kirk said and held him back. "Honestly...Bones....I can't really say what went into me. But I found I'm jealous of Scotty when he talks to you, and I can't help it. You're very important to me. I want to share more with you than a drink once in a while, or a girl on a shoreleave. I want you." McCoy heaved a sigh. "Or is there already something going on with Scotty?" Kirk asked, searching McCoy's face in the dim light. "There's nothing going on with anyone, Jim. Not since I'm in this body." "You didn't try out anything?" Kirk asked, astonished. "Not even on your own?" McCoy shrugged. "A little. But it didn't feel right." He didn't pull away from Kirk's hand on his shoulder anymore. The hand stroked up to his neck, then caressing his chin. They drew closer again, although McCoy wasn't quite sure how. "Bones..." Kirk whispered softly, his lips so close that they blew a small wind along McCoy's face. "Let me please you. Make love to you." A tongue licked along his ear lobe, tickling and arousing. McCoy closed his eyes, for a moment just relishing in the touch. The drinks he'd had earlier produced a welcome, dampening layer, silencing his conscience that voiced the many reasons why he hadn't accepted Kirk's offer in the first place. He opened his eyes and faced an expectant gaze. "Let's get out of here," was all he said. * They barely made it into Kirk's quarters where they locked the door and went right into action. "You feel so great," Kirk murmured between kisses. "So wonderful. And your breasts. Great. The most beautiful breasts I've ever seen." Kirk fingered them through the tight fabric as he pulled him close into another very open-mouthed kiss. With effort, McCoy pulled back enough to speak. "Let me tell you something, Jim," he stated. "First," he poked Kirk's chest, "we've known each other for more than a decade, so stop buttering me up. Second, remember that I am no virgin. Third, if you keep saying 'breasts', I'll run away and scream. So can we please, fourth, come to the fucking point before I change my mind and screw it all and get never screwed by you?" Kirk took hold of McCoy's finger. "I'll give you some screwing, Bones, my lady. But I like some foreplay." He pulled him closer and into another kiss, stopping any possible further tirade that may lie on those full, red lips. McCoy answered with equal passion, which made their standing arrangement a bit shaky. "Fuck foreplay," McCoy murmured, and grabbed Kirk's buttocks hard. Kirk gave him a grin. "I want you to have good sex." "I'm about to have it. Hell, the one thing I always envied women for was that they didn't have to think about lubrication," McCoy said. "And so I want it to be quick -" he groped Kirk's hips "- and hot and hard." He moved his groin in an unambiguous gesture. Kirk found this logic convincing, and the idea of having sex right on the spot suddenly very appealing. With shaky fingers he captured the handle of McCoy's lever and pulled it down. "No underwear," he noticed. "I was too slim for Uhura's stuff." Cautiously, McCoy peeled his upper body out of the suit. "It looked better without anyway." Kirk went down on his knees to open the lacing on McCoy's shoes and help him out of them. Then he pulled the suit down McCoy's legs and removed it. McCoy returned the favor, quickly undressing Kirk. Seconds later, they lay on the bed. Kirk caressed McCoy's shoulders and arms. "You're so sexy. So hot." He bent his head to suck at one nipple. McCoy moaned, stroking his hair. "You're hot too, Jim." Kirk's hand slipped down and cupped McCoy's labia. "How does that feel?" he asked. "Interesting...better than when I've tried." McCoy tilted one leg to allow for a better angle. With two fingers, Kirk probed deeper. "You're pretty wet already," he stated. "What do you expect when you've flirted with someone all evening?" McCoy muttered. "Besides, pot and kettle and all." His hand had found Kirk's genitals and rubbed along the hard shaft. "Sorry. Maybe I thought you wouldn't be quite that...functional." Kirk pulled out again and rubbed his wet fingers over the clit. McCoy gasped. "Wow - keep doing that." He pressed his face onto Kirk's shoulder as Kirk pursued stimulating the receptive spot until McCoy's breathing became labored. "It looks as if everything's in best working order," Kirk said, equally amused and turned on by the arousal that openly showed in McCoy's features. McCoy's grip on Kirk's erection had eased for a moment, but now he stimulated harder, stroking the shaft and the glans with skilled fingers. "Careful, or there won't be any fucking," Kirk gasped. "Did you have sex with a man before? It feels like." "Hmmm, twice. But actually, that's just my own preferred technique." "You never cease to amaze me." McCoy raised his head, meeting his gaze. "Let's do it, Jim," he said. "Now." "Old-fashioned?" "Old-fashioned." McCoy rolled on his back, spreading his legs. Kirk moved to kneel between them. For another moment he caressed along the inner thighs with his fingertips, then placed one hand down on the mattress next to McCoy's body and shifted his weight onto it. With his other, he guided his erection into the warm, soft place. McCoy lay quiet, his eyes half closed. "Everything alright?" Kirk asked, concerned. "Yeah...just unusual. Get it on." Kirk began rocked against him, rolling his hips on the way. McCoy's eyes dropped, and he groaned quietly. "Not bad...not bad at all." "I can do better...wait a second." Kirk sank back on his knees, half slipping out. "Raise your legs. Put your ankles on my shoulders." After McCoy did as suggested, Kirk leaned on the legs, pushing deeper again. "Yes...that's better." McCoy took a rattling breath. "Fuck me, Jim. Fuck me like you've never fucked before." "Will - do." With his usual energy, Kirk began pushing and pulling in a regular rhythm, putting all his weight into the movement. Their joined gasps and groans filled the room, increasing as the speed went higher, the impacts harder. Sweat began covering their bodies, streaming down their foreheads and pooling on their upper lips. Fingers got hold on Kirk's nubs, and it was like an electric shortcut down to his groin. He wouldn't last much longer. "You're close to coming?" he asked. "Bones?" McCoy opened his eyes. "What?" "Are you coming?" McCoy frowned. "I...I've no idea. It feels great, but I don't know how to find the trigger. Just keep going, will ya?" "Alright," Kirk said, but shifted to get one hand free to stimulate the clit again. "No, Jim," McCoy said some seconds later. "It feels much better with all your weight. Stop fixating on this orgasm stuff. Just keep going. I loved it just as it was." "Whatever you want, Bones," Kirk said, half relieved and half disappointed. He lay fully on McCoy again, wedging the slim legs between their chests. Their eyes locked, and then he thrust into the welcoming female body with all his might. His hips working with breathtaking speed, he pierced McCoy into the bed and gave him the hard, hot fuck he'd wanted. In the end, Kirk's lids dropped and his body involuntarily jerked, rhythm decaying to erratic shoves as he came. He pounded into McCoy a few more times, then halted his movements. With a happy sigh, he pulled out and sank down on the bed next to him. "Bones..." he murmured, and found arms wrapping him tightly. His lips kissed the skin in closest reach, and it turned out to be McCoy's shoulder. "Thanks, Jim," McCoy said, and kissed him fully. "My pleasure." Kirk stroked one of McCoy's breasts, covering the hard nipple with his palm. "Did you like it?" he asked. "It was great," McCoy said, tightening his embrace. "Top notch, Jim." They remained arm in arm for a while, slacked against each other. "I gotta go," McCoy finally murmured, barely able to keep his eyes open. Kirk put his arm around his chest. "Just a minute." And McCoy gave in, soon drifting into sleep. * It was some hours later, but still far before the alpha shift when McCoy woke up again. His head hurt in the aftermath of the party and the alcohol; this body just couldn't stand as much as his male one, and he should've known it. His limbs and another spot were aching too, but that came more from the special kind of sport he'd participated in. He turned his head and looked at Kirk. The captain's reputation was more than earned. It had been great sex...and it wasn't Jim's fault that it had nevertheless felt weird and unnatural to him. It just didn't work, McCoy decided, and sat up with a sigh. "Bones..." Kirk murmured sleepily, and captured his arm. McCoy tenderly removed his hand. "I've got to go, Jim." "But I don't want let you go." Kirk gave him a clearer gaze. McCoy stood up, putting some distance between them. "It was great, Jim. Without the alcohol, I wouldn't have done it, but I don't regret a thing. But it still wasn't me, Jim. I still have to leave." With effort, McCoy put on the catsuit again, but took the shoes in his hands. He'd enough of heels for quite a while. Kirk rubbed his forehead. "Will you came back after the treatment?" "I don't know. I thought it would be better to start somewhere else...new places, new faces." McCoy swallowed hard as he saw Kirk's frown. "Sometimes things don't work out the way we want it," he said with all the determination he could summon. "You're very important to me, Bones," Kirk said. "You'll leave a big, empty spot here." McCoy smiled. "Thanks for not saying that I'm breaking your heart. We had a pretty nice thing, and, hey, our friendship will last even with some parsecs between us." "It will." Kirk sat up. "Your leaving is scheduled for 1000?" "Yes. Just enough time to pack the rest of my things," McCoy said. "I'll see you in the transport bay - right?" Kirk nodded. "Of course." With a final nod, McCoy turned and left. * At the appointed time, the transporter bay was empty with only Kirk at the console, who'd decided that he'd handle this particular scene on his own. "Bones," he said, eyeing his friend who was carrying a large bag, "you won't think about it again?" "No, Jim," McCoy said sadly. "It wouldn't work out, and you know that too." "Alright." Kirk nodded. "A kiss...?" he asked and drew near. McCoy gave in, and so they shared some last intimacy. Then the doctor turned and climbed the transport platform. Kirk went to the console and readied himself to pull the triggers. "I'm ready," McCoy said, expecting the uncomfortable tingle of the transporting to rush through his body. But instead, the two men were shocked by an explosion that rattled the room. When the fog vanished, the colorful figure of the Squire stood between them, a broad smile on his face. "Romance, tragic, trials and tribulations, love and pride!" the Squire stated theatrically. "But how could I know that you would take this gender thing so serious!" He wiggled his fancy costume. "Man, woman - it's all the same in the end." He snipped his fingers and, instead of the Squire, there was suddenly a lady in medieval frock. "If it needs a bit of adjustment to get two people together, why not doing it?" "Because we humans don't like to be toyed with, and you should know that?" McCoy glared at him. "Ah," the lady said, and instantly re-mutated into the Squire. "If I had asked you, you would've said no! And that's no fun!" He disappeared and rematerialized next the console. With a knowing look he linked arms with Kirk. "See, Captain, I received those vibes in you both, and I thought, friends for so many years, and still - there is something lacking! And so I decided to accelerate your way to enlightenment." "Alright, Mister, you had your catalysis. Can you now please change me back into my old body? Because I really don't care for this one!" McCoy stated sharply. "How ungrateful," the Squire growled. "I've used my time and wonderful imagination to find a perfect female visualization!" "I admit, the body's really nice," Kirk agreed. "But it's just not McCoy, so please, Squire, do him a favor and do your magic." "If you really want that..." the Squire said, inhaling the pleading gazes from them, "I...will do so!" With a puff of gray smoke, the female body on the platform was substituted by the old, well-known and very grumpy McCoy. "So rest you well, my poor, limited friends. And may you pursue your boring life - maybe I will visit you again in a century, to see if you have developed." With another overly staged huff of red, the Squire vanished. "Ah, wonderful," McCoy said, touching and testing his male body. "Permission to stay on board, Captain?" "Permission granted, Dr. McCoy. Welcome back," Kirk said. They'd have a hell of a welcome-back party tonight... * Kirk gave McCoy a full two days to adjust to his normal life. Only then he went to see him, entering the cabin without forewarning. It was almost a deja-vu. McCoy sat on his bed, and his features lit up when he saw Kirk. However, this time it wasn't a woman, but a man; a man he'd known for years, shared many bright - and some darker - moments with. And the man who had still the memory of their night together. Kirk sat down next to him, meeting McCoy's eyes. "I've thought about the Squire's words," Kirk said. "Obviously it wasn't just any joke, was it? He'd noticed some vibes from you...and from me, obviously." McCoy shrugged. "I don't know. It's not as if I've been dreaming about you night and day." He looked at him, and Kirk took in the well-known features, the homely face that could glow when McCoy smiled...which he didn't enough. But maybe he, Kirk, would be able to change that. "Well," Kirk said, and pulled McCoy closer. "Maybe you didn't, but I've done lately." He kissed him, taking in the difference to the kisses they had shared before and then dismissing them as irrelevantly. McCoy's lips still felt warm and soft against his, and they opened to him as he probed deeper. "You're sure you're not trying to prove something?" McCoy whispered when they came up for some air. "You don't have to do that, you know" "I know," Kirk said. "And I won't be a woman ever again." "Not a problem." He caressed over McCoy's slim, male hips. "I know what I want." McCoy closed his eyes as Kirk patted his groin. "And you're pretty convincing, Jim," he said in a low voice. "You probably wouldn't believe me if I said you leave me cold?" "Not at all," Kirk stated with a grin. "And while we've done it quick last time, I think we should make it last very long tonight," he added, and shifted McCoy on his back. "Fine with me," McCoy said. "It will take a while for me to believe all of this anyway." He dreamily caressed through Kirk's hair. Kirk laughed. "In a way, you're cozier as a man than as a woman." "Of course. In that female body, I had to prove to everyone including myself that I was still a guy. Now I can just be myself." "Soft and sweet," Kirk teased him. "Yes." McCoy's fingers delved under Kirk's shirt, stroking the hairless chest. "Mushy McCoy..." Kirk strategically placed one knee between McCoy's legs. "As long as I'm in my right body, I don't mind," McCoy agreed. "But you shouldn't forget -" With one quick movement, he flipped Kirk on his back, pressing his bulge into the other man's groin. "I'm not a woman anymore." "I think I can get used to it," Kirk winked, and rocked against his friend. "It feels unusual, but good." McCoy smiled, but then sighed deeply. "There just one thing I hate." "Yes?" Kirk frowned. "I think I've to thank that damn Squire for his coup," McCoy stated grumpily. With a hearty laughter, Kirk pulled his friend into a kiss, silencing them both efficiently for a long time. *** ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: