A/N: So I wrote this with my very good friend Eggy who is absolutely amazing.
Be warned this story may end up getting rather strange
This was one of those rare days when an away mission actually went well, no crazy locals trying to kill them, no poisons plants and defiantly no dooms day devices. That was until the away team were ready to beam up. The away team had consisted of Uhura, Sulu, Chekov and a handful of red shirts all coming back from a bog standard scouting mission to the planet's mainly tundra terrain. The team were beaming up in smaller groups due to a lack of space on the transporter pad. The red shirts, Uhura and Sulu went first then Chekov went second by himself. As soon as the transporter was activated to beam the young Russian up the golden light of the transporter began to fill the room when Scotty ran into the room and half grabbed, half rugby tackled the Ensign at the control desk.
"Ye cannie use the transporter!"
Through the com an ear-splitting screech filled the room and the golden light glowed on the pad in the shape of a small, humanoid figure. Before anyone could reply the Ensign appeared on the transporter pad, out cold on the floor and facing the wall. He was not moving.
"What have you done?" The Scotts man breathed "I told you cannie use the transporter"
Sulu made to move toward the transporter pad but Uhura stopped him before he could take a step up the stairs.
"Don't! You don't know what might have happened!"
"But he needs help!" The lieutenant replied with a mortified look on his face.
"Then call Dr. McCoy!" Uhura replied looking back to the motionless Ensign lying on the floor, her voice softened "And tell him to hurry."
McCoy Entered minuets later followed by Spock, who looked as emotionless as ever but who's rushed walk was so different to his usually even pacing it was impossible to not think that he was worried about the young colleague.
Bones hurried up onto the transporter pad, Tricorder in hand. The Doctor scanned the unconscious body with a wary look on his face and without touching the boy.
"Well, everything seems fine, Nothings broken, breathing is normal, heart rate is slightly raised but given the situation that's to be expected. All in all everything's normal except for heightened oestrogen levels"
McCoy placed a hand on the young Ensigns shoulder and rolled him over so that the doctor could get a better look at him but immediately recoiled at what he saw.
"I take it back, everything's not ok"
"What do you mean?" Sulu panicked
"Would somebody like to explain to me which genius came up with this?" Bones worriedly barked at the group of spectators watching him, ignoring the Lieutenant's comments
"I told them they cannie use the transporter in quick successions" CEO defended himself trying to peer around the doctor to get a better view of the body. "The whole system's been acting up ol' week, ye gatta let it cool down between transports"
Uhura glided with an air of determination up onto the transporter pad followed by Spock, before kneeling down beside the Doctor with Spock standing behind her slightly bent over in curiosity
"Oh my god" She breathed "That's bad, can you reverse it?"
"Dammit woman, why do you think I'd know?"
"Because you're a doctor"
"I've seen a lot of crazy stuff in my time but nothing as messed up as this."
Suddenly a com link with the Bridge crackled into life
"Is everything alright down there?" The voice of Captain Kirk piped up over the coms.
"No Captain, it appears that Ensign Chekov is no longer himself or should I say herself"