Fanfiction: Starship Elyssa MS AU Episode 2
Starship: Elyssa
Episode 2 - The Change
“Ugh.”
A light green shade of a person refused to get up. It took the familiar chirping of the communicator to cause her to rise. Her hand snaked out from under her pillow and grabbed the mechanical instrument and flipped it open.
“Blair.”
“It’s Roads. Emergency.”
“What kind?”
“I have muffins.”
The door opened up anyway without any help at all, a young man flopped onto the bed next to her. Blair screamed, and the man jumped back ten feet.
“WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?!”
“GET OUT!” Blair screamed, then touched her throat, the voice sounded much rougher, deeper. The young man’s mouth fell open.
“ME?! You get out! Just who are you and what’re you doing in…”
The young man stared at Blair, then touched his throat, then his chest, then looked at her.
“Alyssa?” the young man asked. Blair, the teal young man under the sheets, swallowed hard.
“Catherine?”
The young man stared at the green man and the down at his body.
“Oh my god.”
“What?” asked the green man. What else could possibly go wrong?
“I have a penis.”
_+_+_
First Commanding Officer
Name: Alyssa Blair
Age: 25
Report: Born part Orion, part human, with an acute intuition to dangerous situations, Commander Blair was elected second in command for her accurate psychological readings and aptitude tests. Combat skills above average. Knowledge of alien and human behavior extensive. Knowledge of technology limited.
_+_+_
“Personal Captain’s log 24541.1”
“I am a man now. I have no clue what happened. I woke up today, got muffins from the replicator in order to surprise Commander Blair, and little did I know that on the way from my quarters to hers, I had become a man.”
“It’s good that I still look good in my uniform, possibly better with these new skinny legs. Good thing I shaved last night. The chromosome change seems to have no effect on body hair, thank fully. Nothing worse than a hairy man in a short dress.”
“I can’t say I don’t enjoy the change. I’ve always wanted to be a boy, even when I was a little girl. To run around without the worries of the cleavage or the turbulent emotions of a female. It is very strange to have this dream come true, of all dreams.”
“CMO Leonard is shocked, confused, almost slightly amused as she gets on the case of trying to solve this dilemma. She is attractive, in a David Spade kind of a way, if you remember him from the early 2000s. Cannito’s Klingon qualities are a lot stronger as a male, including her ridges. Oh, and Teixiera? I know she’s part brazillian, but I never noticed how hot that could be as a man! I must say, I was never disappointed that the bridge was mostly made up of women, however I now enjoy having a crew entirely made up of men.”
“That reminds me. Strange enough, only the women seemed to have changed. All the men have remained the same. Which can only mean my relationship with Jack is now completely gay, instead of only half gay.”
_+_+_
“C’mon, pleaaaase?”
Jack, the pale, young man standing on the other side of the bed, in only pajama pants was clutching the tableside in fear, staring at the other young man across from him. He had short black hair, a feminine face, strong shoulders but a long torso. His legs were thin and angular as he crouched on the other side of the bed in a familiar yellow dress with Captain rings around the sleeves.
“Pleaaaaaaaase Jack?” begged the young man.
“Catherine, I’m not gay. I like your boobies much more than your penis. Wow, a sentence I never thought I’d find myself saying.”
Catherine, the young man, groaned and flopped on the bed on her manly back.
“Oh come on, look, I’m already happy.” She lifted her skirt. Jack shut his eyes tight.
“Oh my god, did not want to see that, please Roads, fix this now.”
Roads growled. She began to take off her dress, annoyed with the situation.
“Look I’m naked! Let’s do it! Come on! You must’ve been curious!” Roads was now standing as a fully nude as an acceptable male on the other side of the bed from Jack who was now pressed into a corner. Jack stared at the naked male and swallowed.
“No, I don’t think so.”
Roads came slowly around the bed.
“Oh please,” she began, a slow sashay and in a sultry male voice. “Everyone is just a little bit gay. What’re you a 1 or a 2?”
“Excuse me?” demanded Jack with furrowed brows, his mouth incredibly dry. Roads was a lot closer now, and he had to admit the nudity was distracting and his heart was beating faster.
“I promise I’ll be reaaaaaal gentle.”
A smooth hand slid over the ribcage of Jack’s left side. He went into shock when thin lips landed on his neck. He leaned into it, and it was almost a win for Roads if the rough bristle of her chin didn’t cause friction of his skin. Jack immediately wriggled and sprang away from her muscled arms.
“Can’t do this! I’m sorry!” he bolted toward the shower.
“Oh sweet jesus, I wouldn’t protest if you we were both girls!” shouted Roads over the sounds of the water hitting the floor of the stall.
“That’s cause you’re bisexual! I’m not! Fix it!”
_+_+_
“…Be sure to get the results from Patterson’s prostate exam. I don’t want to have to stick my finger anywhere else….”
The brunette, Dr. Shannon Leonard, paused. She noticed her nurse was staring at her, having dropped the tray of medical equipment. He was tall, lanky with straight blonde hair that was rather long for protocol, and he was dressed in a blue shirt and black pants, standard medical nurse uniform. But he was staring at her? Why was he staring at her? Shouldn’t he be getting back to work…
Leonard took a moment to see if it was something she had done by looking at her body, and that’s when she realized her breasts were missing, suddenly replaced by a flat chest. Another was that, as she touched her chin, she had a bit of a bristle. She was still the same height, but had a different build according to her height. Then she noticed the weird lump between her legs. She touched it and Jacobs the nurse flinched in fear. She looked up at him, shocked by her discovery.
“Holy shit! I’m a man!”
Jacobs jumped back at least three feet.
“Quick! What do we do?!” he demanded in a panic.
Leonard stared at him.
“I don’t know. I have to pee!” she exclaimed, trying to leave the room. She stopped and turned around to stare at a still frozen Jacobs.
“Wait, I don’t know how to do it standing up!” she exclaimed. Jacobs paled.
“Oddly enough, I knew this day would come,” the words escaped Jacob’s lips before he even knew it.
“What?”
“NOTHING! I… I … I can help…you?” asked Jacobs. Leonard stared at him suspicious, but grateful. He followed her to the restroom where she stood in a stall, and Jacobs faced the other direction, deliberately not looking. Silence passed between them.
“Chase, how do I-”
“You point and shoot,” he told her grimly.
Another pause.
“How do I… shoot?” Jacobs smacked his face in shame.
“Is there like a trigger-”
“You know how to pee, just point, and feel the pee.”
There was a pause then the sound of water running.
“Oh hey.”
_+_+_
Helmsman Kissel was in the middle of work when suddenly, someone turned in his chair and a thin, small boy flopped into his lap.
“Wait, what?” he started, confused, especially, when the thin arms of the boy weaved around his neck and tender lips gave him a small peck on the cheek. Kissel stared at the boy in his lap and glanced around to notice that everyone was staring at him in the bridge.
“Hey, Shea,” cooed the small boy. Kissell stared at the young boy in his lap, then used his large hands to move the boy off of his lap.
“Okay, I don’t know who you are-“ Kissell easily moved the boy off his lap and stood up holding the smaller young man by the shoulders. The boy struggled.
“Sheaaaaaa, what the hell?” The boy pouted looking confused and irritated. Kissell stared at him. Small face, small arms, thin legs. Curly black hair, long and pulle back in a pony tail. Wearing tons of facial jewelry, including dimple piercings? And wearing a dress?
“Danaaaaaaaa?” he asked in a slow whisper. The boy stared at him, one eyebrow raised.
“Yeaaaaaaah?” the boy asked. Kissell continued to stare, lips parted.
“You can’t be…?” he asked, staring down at the young man’s frame. The young man broke away.
“Look, I just know you were feeling like crap so I just wanted to cheer you up, but if you’re going to be crap-crazy-”
“Officer Dana, have you checked your genitals in a while?”
The young man looked to the side to give the brown curly haired Navigator an annoyed look, then he consciously glanced down and did a double take.
“I don’t know what you mean, I- oh my god!”
Dana Hood had become a man. She glared down and groped her flat chest, her boney hips, her knees beyond her dress.
“What the hell?!” she cried out. The Navigator twirled around in his chair with a smug look on his face.
“In fact, would all the women of the ship take a moment to check the nature of their sex?” he asked.
There was a long silence before suddenly a frenzy of whiney male voices responded.
“Fuck, I’m a man, too!”
“Oh god!”
“PENIS!”
_+_+_
“What if it is just a blow job?” begged Roads against the shower door. A muffled “I‘M NOT EVEN GOING TO DIGNIFY THAT WITH A RESPONSE” came through to her ear. She groaned again when the chirp of the communicator came up.
“Roads here.”
“Captain, we have a situation in sick bay.”
“What is it?”
“Do you remember Stewart?”
Roads paused.
“She’s become a man, hasn’t she?”
“And she’s still with child.”
_+_+_
Roads showed up sickbay in the same yellow dress also hating the fact that the whole trip to the sick bay she had gotten cat calls from several women transformed into men. Maybe a whole crew of men was not such a hot idea in the beginning.
The sickbay was full of patients who were exhibiting “male like” symptoms. CMO Leonard was having to push them all out, telling them “You have to deal with it until I can come up with a cure.” Nurse Jacobs seemed to be having the worst day ever as he pushed manly woman after manly woman out the door as Leonard moved to work on another crew member’s dire case of “morning wood.” Roads just barely managed to squeeze by.
“I’m sorry, er, guys, but Dr. Leonard can’t-”
“Chase! Chase, it’s me.”
The 20-something male in the blue nurse uniform frowned as he looked Roads up and down.
“Oh geez Captain not you too. Put some freaking pants on at least.”
“Fuck that, let me in.”
Roads brushed past Jacobs into the sickbay and followed the route to the maternity ward. It was not often, but also not unusual for women to find themselves pregnant during a mission. Sometimes it was an accident and other times intentional. Usually, after a child was born, the mother and her child, or the father and his child, would have to take leave for the remainder of the mission until the child was of proper age to be schooled. It was a complicated situation in which Ensign Amanda Stewart found herself in.
Roads found her room. She was accompanied by Dana Hood, Head of Security, Lauren Teixiera, head of Engineering who also happened to be knitting, and Shannon Leonard, Chief Medical Officer. All of the people in the room were a handsome group of males.
“Oh God, Captain, put some pants on, shit,” cursed Teixiera before going back to her purling.
“Ah, I’ll think about it. What’s the situation?”
“Stewart is fine. She’s not into labor just yet, but we fear it may be quite soon. We need to find out what caused this change and how to fix it before her water breaks,” explained Leonard.
“Okay, well we have to prepare for the situation when we can‘t.”
“If we can’t, then the baby is going to suffocate. There is no exit it can reach. We’ll have to do an emergency C-section.”
“Oh, well then problem solved,” said Roads nonchalantly.
“Captain, you don’t want it to come to that. There’s a reason we don’t cut people up anymore, and it’s because of all the danger that comes from exposing the insides of a body. Plus,” said Leonard in an aggravated tone. “I don’t think you’ve noticed but male bodies are a lot, A LOT different from females bodies. Their bodies are not meant for child bearing. Just having a child in her now is doing considerable damage to her other bodily organs.”
Amanda Stewart chewed her bottom lip nervously then looked up at the curly black haired man next to her. “I am really hungry. Dana, could you get me something?”
Dana moved from leaning on one foot to the other. “Er…sure thing, honey. What you want?”
Leonard whirled around. “No! Don’t feed her! We might have to do surgery in the next-”
Hood stared at the man pointing at her as if she did not just tell her that. “I’m getting her a sandwich, dammit.”
Leonard made a frustrated noise and turned to Roads. “This is a serious breach of command! Roads, you have to figure this out, or we are going to have a huge problem on our hands.”
Roads nodded slowly. “I know. I’ll get right on it. Meanwhile you keep trying to find a cure.”
“Alright.”
Roads departed.
_+_+_
“Captain’s Log, supplement.”
“The situation has gotten incredibly serious now. Although the change has been seen as both amusing and annoying, it has now proved to be hazardous to the condition of my crew.”
“Amanda Stewart, one of our soon to be mothers, has also experienced the change, and we are lucky that the child is still in stable condition. Yet, both she and the child are in danger from the state of her body. The child still needs a vagina in order to exit.”
_+_+_
“Konei! Report!”
The words left the Captain’s mouth as the entered the bridge in black pants and a long yellow sleeve command shirt. The male vulcan whirled around, his short straight hair and his demeanor completely serious.
“All the crew seems to be male now, Captain. Around 0800 hours this morning, every female crew member experienced a transformation into men. Legs got longer, faces got more masculine, and er…”
Konei stopped herself, her lips making a thin line for her hidden feelings. Roads stared at the vulcan male expectantly.
“And….” she started for the vulcan male to finish, with the roll of her wrist.
“….genitals changed.”
“You can say penis, Konei.”
Konei stared at the Captain.
“That’s an order, Konei.”
Konei moved her mouth.
“Penis.”
The Captain grinned and raised her hands to the members on the bridge.
“All together now!”
“PENIS!” joined the other masculine voices. Konei’s cheeks gave a green blush.
“Captain. I do not understand the point of this,” she confessed roughly.
“Neither do I. You’re 19, right? I don’t understand you,” said Roads with a roll of her eyes. “But that’s why I love you.” The Captain gave her a manly side hug. Konei cleared her throat, blushing a bright green now.
“Symptoms of the change include irritability, strengthened libidos, and -”
“Yeah, yeah, get to the point,” urged the Captain. Konei glared at the Captain.
“Impatience,” finished Konei. The Captain stared at her confused, but chose not to make comment on the matter.
“Any suggestions on how this may have occurred?” asked Roads. Konei seemed to give a shrug-like respsonse.
“There are species where the male can change sex in order to fill in the needs of reproduction, and even some species can commit to the opposite transformation. I can see how a biological metamorphosis could have occurred at the same time, much like your female human menstrual cycles, but seeing as how all of us our of different variety, this could not be natural,” stated Konei. “I have reasons to believe it could be the effect of a spore released on the ship from one of many of Gregory Isom’s projects.”
“All at the same time? A spore could do that?” asked Roads, leaning against the railing of the bridge.
“It’s… possible. This is my only theory, so far,” admitted Konei.
“Okay, explore that option. Confine Isom to his quarters for now,” ordered Captain Roads. With a “Yes sir,” Konei was out the door, and Roads slid into her chair, and tapped the console, about to get in touch with her first officer when the green man appeared from nowhere.
“Captain!”
Roads jumped.
“Blair! Jesus,” she groaned, covering her eyes. The pale green man had his long red hair swept into a ponytail behind her and was dressed in a male blue uniform, that was pressed and clean like it had never been used before.
“Yes, anyway, we have a huge problem,” she began.
“Yeah, I can see that,” gestured Captain to Blair’s tenting crotch in her new male uniform. Blair panicked, patting it down quickly.
“Goddammit! This is what I came to talk to you about,” she cursed through clenched teeth. She got incredibly close to her ear as if what she was about to tell Roads was something suspiciously wrong and would upset the crew. “A ship this big wasn’t meant to have this many men. Are you aware of Lord of the Flies?”
“Yeah, like 8th grade English class, what’s the big deal?” asked Roads.
“Well, the boys couldn’t run an entire island by themselves. The situations ended in gore and guts, and let me tell you, we’re about to experience that.”
Roads stared at her.
“You lost me.”
“Oh my god, okay, look, what do you get when you cram a bunch of horny, irritable men into a closet.”
“You get horny, irritable, gay men.”
“Exactly. The bodies of the male can’t handle the turblant emotions and feelings of a woman. We can hide our horniness easily, but a man can’t, they hump things, they get erect. We also cry, hate, and get serious, and those emotions can’t possibly work with a body this responsive. If we don’t figure it out soon, we’re going to have real chaos on our hands, possibly even mutiny.”
Roads stared at her.
“Oh fuck,” murmured Roads.
“I know.”
“Konei’s at Greg’s. Tell her what you just told me and work on figuring out what caused this, I’m -”
Static came on, and a light lit up on the arm of her chair. Hood’s voice came in.
“Captain, we have a situation on deck four! We’ve been locked out of engine control!”
“On my way!” Roads cut communications and turned to Blair as she stood up. “For now, counsel any woman suffering from extreme symptoms, and -”
The ship made a sudden swerve and shook all around them. Roads wasn’t used to her lanky legs and fell back against the chair then slid across the floor. Blair joined her unwillingly, her elbow going directly against her nuts.
“FUCK!” she yelped. Blair scrambled to get away.
“SORRY!” she apologized, bracing against the control pad.
“Kissell!” shouted Roads, in anger.
“It’s not me, Captain! They’ve turned off the engines!” Kissell was frantically trying to gain control of the helm again.
“In the middle of fucking warp?!” shouted Roads, annoyed. She helped Blair get up and limped her way toward the exit. She turned, cupping her bawls in agony.
“McQuarrie, take the fucking con!”
_+_+_
Chief Medical Officer
Name: Shannon Leonard
Nickname: “Shannonigans”
Age: 26
Report: Assumed chief medical status after the death of CMO Frederick Collins, Doctor Leonard has taken over sickbay with understanding and dedication to all patients. She is assertive and aggressive of her authority over the well being of those in command. Knowledge of medical sciences extensive.
_+_+_
“Open the door, McKenna!”
Roads was banging on the door of the Engineering control, with Teixiera pressed right beside her, her ear to the door. There was no sound, and this had been the third time.
“Okay, it doesn’t matter anymore, get out of the way, Captain,” ordered the Brazillian boy as he motioned with his hand for Roads to move. Teixiera finally set down her knitting, and motioned for Jack to give her the lazer torch. She began cutting through 9 inches of titanium steel, at an extremely slow pace. Roads gave Jack a hopeful look.
“So you’re still not-”
“No,” reiterated Jack, with a bit of an annoyed tone in his voice. Road’s hopeful expression fell, but she leaned toward Jack anyway, and even though he resisted, she pressed a kiss to his chin.
“I’m sorry about all this,” she apologized, encircling her muscular arms around his waist. In her male body, she was now a bit taller than him, but with a thicker torso than him, and larger arms. Jack sighed and leaned into her hug, but not hugging her back.
“It’s okay,” he answered.
“That’s all sweet and cozy, but I need you over here, Habenicht!” ordered Teixiera. Jack pulled away without much force and helped Teixiera make headway in taking apart the door to Engine Control. Roads watched them with appreciation and worry. Suddenly, Hood was at her side.
“We have a situation in the rec lounge,” was all she had to say before the two of them were heading down the hall with some speed.
True enough, it was a situation. Currently, what appeared to be was three men, two wrestling on the ground, and one hovering, attempting to intervene but failing horribly. Instead of ushering them apart however, the crowd around them was egging them on like some jock fight in a high school cafeteria.
“What in the blazes is going on?!” Roads demanded of the man she turned around. The man grinned at her.
“The Klingon has finally lost it,” he explained before turning around to continue watching. Hood gave Roads a worried look, but Roads was too pissed to even return it, to pissed to even comprehend handling this situation according to protocol. Hood elegantly placed two finger into her lips and whistled as loud as she could.
“ATTENTION ON DECK!” The Head of Security shouted over the cries, and the voices began to drown to the awe of command. The circling hurricane of men around the fighting duo began to disperse to Road’s angry march followed by Hood’s toward the center. They backed away from a sense of embarrassment and general shame. Roads came to the fighting duo, well, more like Cannito holding a man by the gruff of his shirt and repeatedly punching him in the face. His blood was beginning to hit the floor with a loud splat after splat.
“Cannito, stop!” commanded Roads as she grabbed the half-klingon man by the shoulders. He turned to her, her reaction at first infuriated, but as Roads kept her gaze, her anger slowly descended. She looked confused and turned to see that she had thoroughly obliterated this man’s face. He managed to struggle with his arm for her to let go of him, and he collapsed backwards into Hood’s arms.
“What happened? How did it happen?” asked Roads.
“I don’t know. I just. He just… he just skipped me that’s all. We were in line for the replicator and he just, skipped me. And I guess I got upset,” explained Cannito shocked by her own words. She turned to Roads with fear and worry.
Hood had summoned medical bay and two boys in blue had come to cart the injured man to the med. He was groaning in pain. Roads watched the man leave a trail of blood spots, and she looked down at Cannito who had taken the time to sit down in a chair. She was just staring at the foot scuffles of blood on the floor.
“Roads, you know me. I am not normally like this.”
Roads sighed and looked at the mess on the floor, rubbing her palm on her chin and across her lips. Her palms were annoyingly sweaty.
“I know. I know,” she admitted.
“They’ll never stop now. It was bad enough, now it’ll only get worse,” groaned K’haiht’lin, she leaned back in the chair in exhaustion and depression. Roads gave her a comforting look.
“Hey. It’s not your fault. Head back to your quarters now. We’re figuring this out.”
After Cannito retired to her quarters, Roads checked on the progress of opening up engine control. Texiera still seemed to be in hard work of cutting around the gadgetry to release the hold on the doors.
“No luck?” asked Roads. Teixiera gave her a dirty look. Of course not.
“Right. Er. Are you…feeling any different?” asked Roads nervously.
“You mean other than the actual balls between my legs now? I’m as right as rain,” she explained as she turned back to burning a complicated line drawing.
Roads was now confused, but it wouldn’t matter a second later.
Chirping.
“Roads here.”
“Stewart’s water just broke.’
A long pause.
“Her water can’t break, she’s not a woman,” replied Roads.
“EXACTLY. She’s a MAN, and she’s going to FUCKING labor! WHERE ARE YOU?!”
“Look, we have been locked out of the engine room. Some of the crew are suffering from strengthened personalities. This is at the top of my list, but I’m working as fast as I can. Keep Stewart in condition for as long as possible. We’ll have this figured out soon! Roads out!”
Roads cut off comunications. She found Konei discussing something urgent with Eli.
“Anything?” she asked, her voice all hope and eagerness. Konei and Eli both betrayed no emotion.
“We have nothing. All we can hope for is-”
“Captain, Emergency!”
The voice from communications rang out.
“What is it?” asked Roads, somewhat irritated to the nearest screen.
“We are drifting into a storm. Our bio readers tell us it will have an adverse effect to certain molecular structures of the people on board what do we do?” demanded the voice.
“Fuck it, let me talk to her.”
“Fine, fine!”
There was struggle, and suddenly McQuarrie’s face came into view.
“Captain.”
Roads stared at him, confused. “McQuarrie.”
“We are currently in an uncharted area of space. No ship has ever mapped this area before, therefore we have nothing to show for the effects this area might have on us,” confronted McQuarrie over the screen.
“I’m listening,” replied Roads.
“Look, I’m just going to throw this out there: We’ve been passing through one whole anomaly.”
Roads stared at him. “What?”
“We think we’ve been flying through space? We’re actually just in one giant anomaly jello mold, and I think it’s been having an effect on the fairer sex to turn them into the only standard of life it knows and supports and that’s men. What Ensign Brown thinks is a storm, is actually just normal space.”
“Then we need to get the engines on as soon as possible and fly the fuck out of here! McQuarrie, set navigation out of this amoeba!” ordered Roads.
“Aye Captain!” McQuarrie shut the screen, and Roads rushed out the door to the sickbay. In a milisecond, she was deep in the maternity ward. She found Stewart crouched on the bed, heaving and breathing. Leonard was frantically working around her and Jacobs was twisting and cringing as Stewart held his hand in a death grip. When she walked in, Leonard looked up at her angrily.
“What the hell are you doing here?! You should be back at the con-”
“It’s a space anomaly!” Roads shouted at the top of her lungs. Leonard stared at her in shock. “McQuarrie and Kissel are gonna get us out of here as quick as possible. Meanwhile, just keep your head above water, ‘til we’re out!”
The faint sound of the chirping came on through the wailing and the heavy breathing.
“Captain, we’ve busted through the engine room! It was a bunch of fucking fuckers!” shouted Teixiera over the communicator. Roads plugged in her ears to listen
“What, I can’t hear you!” shouted Roads over the wailng. A PADD hit her in the back of the head.
“GET THE FUCK OUT!” screamed Stewart. Roads ducked out just as she heard Leonard yelling at Stewart.
“Stewart, this equipment is for medical uses only-”
Texiera’s voice came in again, this time all in caps lock.
“STUPID BITCHES WERE FUCKING AND LOCKED THE DOOR!”
The voice was so loud and that Roads pulled the comm far from her ear and cringed in pain. She choked to the speaker part.
“Tone it down now. So it was just a lark?” she asked.
“I know! But Blair tells me an overactive libido is an effect of the change! We’re dismissing them to their rooms for now. The Engines are back on!”
“Good, McQuarrie must be-”
But her response was wavered when a sudden repulsion of the ship which sent her flying against the back of the wall. The force of the speed only confirmed the fact that McQuarrie had set navigation and Kissel had acted on it. When it returned to normal, she whirled over to enter the ward.
Sitting on the bed was a small woman, squeezing the hand of man. Roads looked down and true enough her flat chest had been replaced her breasts. Her outfit was a lot looser around her shoulders and tighter around her waist.
“I’ve never been so happy to see my own breasts,” said Roads as she groped her own chest.
“Roads, what the hell are you d-” Leonard stopped herself when she noticed why she was harassing Roads. She immediately turned to finish her arrangements, getting out the supplies needed for a successful delivery. Roads rushed back to the bridge. When the doors swung open all the men and now the women looked relieved
“Captain! We are normal again!” said a deadpan Konei, but the slightest curve of her mouth hinted to Roads that she was elated for the news. Roads grinned.
“McQuarrie, return to a normal warp. Kissel, steady as she goes.”
_+_+_
All was well on the ship again. Roads had returned to her short skirt uniform, Cannito was back to her calm and cheerful self, and Leonard had resumed duties without problem. Roads was sleeping in bed, body wrapped around a male figure clothed and comfortable. Her communicator chirped, and her hand slapped the small mechanism. She flipped it open and held to her ear.
“Roads.”
“Captain.”
It was the weak and satisfied voice of Stewart.
“I just wanted to thank you.”
Roads smiled and groggily replied.
“Boy or a girl?”