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Star Trek: the Original Five Year Mission continues…
Season Four
Episode One:
"ONE MORE TURNABOUT"
Documented for Star Fleet data archives
by Lt. Commander Caleb Jones
CAPTAIN'S LOG: STARDATE 4031.2
It has been a over a week since Spock, Bones, Scotty and I were found innocent of
trying to take over the Enterprise. Once we proved that Janice Lester had taken over
my body and my mind had been returned to the correct body, the crew recognized
the possession for what it was and the charges were dropped. Unfortunately, we
underestimated the strength of the device that had swapped my mind with Miss
Lester. It was far more powerful than even Dr. Lester had imagined.
As we began our trip to StarBase 12 to deliver our prisoners into custody, I
woke up one morning back in the brig, and back inside the body of Janice Lester.
You have to give Janice credit. She used her sudden freedom and my body to steel the
Galileo II shuttlecraft from an Ensign preparing a routine survey flight. She would have
escaped with my male body if Spock hadn't been on duty on the bridge. His highly
trained Vulcan mind sensed something was amiss as the pilot flew by the bridge and
locked a tractor beam onto the vessel.
Since the unwilling exchange had reocurred, Spock and I decided to return to the scene
of the crime to restore my body and mind to the same, original owner!. When Spock,
Bones, and I beamed down, we were shocked to find the machine in pieces, destroyed.
Apparently, Janice had no intention of returning to her own body. StarFleet has
agreed to send a science vessel to study the planet and try to dredge up more
secrets of how to swap bodies but it could take years to accomplish. I could be
stuck with this unwanted, female form for years.
Spock thinks the best solution may lie with the transporters. They have been used
to filter out poisons and other foreign objects inside human bodies. They even
split my body, the male one, into two bodies a few years ago and merged them back
together into one. Spock estimates it will take one year, and three and one half
months before I can consider undergoing a reasonable attempt to get my body back
via transporter technology.
We have been ordered back to earth without delay so StarFleet can consider how to
handle this strange turnabout of minds. Admiral Delikov ordered Mr. Spock to
command the enterprise until our return to headquarters. Once there, Star Fleet will
retest me to ascertain my fitness for command now that I am no longer the same
man I was when this mission began. During the trial, Janice had asked me if I
expected Star Fleet to simply give me command of the Enterprise. It would
appear the answer is no, just as she surmised.
I will have to earn my command all over again.
I am still locked within the body of Janice Lester as of this report.
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG: STARDATE 4032.8
Doctor McCoy has asked me to keep a detailed personal log so he can monitor my
emotional state. Since I may possess this new female body for years, and perhaps
the rest of my days, the first thing I did was to ask Doctor McCoy to see if my new
body was indeed fit for command. He ran the same tests he had run on my real
body when Janice was hiding inside of it. I no longer had the same strength I had
in my male body, but it was fit enough for StarFleet requirements. I have begun a
regimen of exercise and diet to bring it to peak condition as soon as possible.
Bones designed an exercise program to strengthen the soft spots of Janice's body and
various drugs to eradicate the effects of the low level radiation which Dr. Lester
applied to her own body as a part of her mad plan to steal my own body from me.
Bones says that my current body will be as fit as any female body can be by the time
we dock the Enterprise in Federation spacedock orbiting Earth.
Right after my exam by the doctor, Nurse Chapel spent the better part of a day
going over the requirements and needs of my new feminine physique. I reluctantly
paid great attention to her lecture, since I obviously had no choice but to
learn how to maintain the body I was in. There was much to learn. I knew the
basics of biology, of course but there were so many small details and some major
health care differences between the sexes of which I basically was unaware.
Women are truly more complicated creatures and I was now one of them!
My male body seemed to be very low maintenance compared to the requirements
of my new anatomy. I tried persuading Christine for almost a half an hour after she
wrapped up her presentation to accept that I had no intention of requiring the
birth control shot she wanted to give me, nor any plans of needing it for the
foreseeable future. As I argued with her, Bones walked in, heard the tail end of
our conversation, grabbed a hypospray, and implanted the birth control supplement
into my rear end.
I felt weird rubbing the spot on my wide rear end where he gave me the shot. I
doubt I will ever get accustomed to having so much more flesh in that area. Not
to mention what is always in front of me now on my chest. As much as I enjoy
seeing an attractive bosom, looking down upon one every time I look at myself is
overdoing it. And I could definitely do without feeling a bounce or jiggle
whenever I move my upper chest. Over the past few weeks since I first found
myself in this strange new shape, I have only begun to understand it. At least I
don't have to wine and dine a woman before I can touch her in her more private
areas. Those areas are available whenever I want now. Still, it is just not the
same feeling anymore. Nurse Chapel helped me learn about my new biology,
but there are some things I will have to discover by myself, in private.
Lt. Uhura agreed to help me change my wardrobe. It seems none of my Captain's
uniforms fit me adequately anymore, and I refuse to wear the dresses that Janice
seemed to prefer when she had this body. I don't want to wear any of her
clothes. The person who wore them was the woman who violated my very soul.
We managed to recycle and redesign my uniforms to fit my current form.
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG updated: STARDATE 4033.2
I managed to convince Uhura to stop trying to talk me into wearing short skirts.
I even tried on a couple of them for an hour or so at her insistence, and wore
one to dinner that night, but I just didn't feel right wearing them. The
snickering of a few of the men and the looks from some of the other men didn't
help much. I haven't gotten used to the way the men on the ship look at me now.
I know very well how a pair of pretty legs can effect a man.
Uhura and so many other female crewmembers might enjoy short skirts and
dresses, and I would be the first to admit to finding them attractive on women.
They may well be the latest in fashion styles, as Uhura pointed out to me, but I
have worn pants all my life and I have no intention of changing this pattern for
the sake of a feminine fashion. I'll take the comfort of a pair of pants over style any day.
Uhura also gave me some pointers on how to manage the breasts I have been forced
to deal with. She and I apparently are the same size in the breast area, though
her waist is quite smaller than mine is now. The exercise regimen Bones has
prescribes should fix my slitght weight problem soon. Since I am off duty, getting my
new body fit and healthy is my only task until I go before Star Fleet for their evaluation.
I did not know that women's underwear were too delicate to be replicated properly.
Uhura has loaned me a few of her bra's until we get to a StarBase and she can take
me shopping for new clothes. I find them very uncomfortable but I do have to admit
that a good bra will be a necessity as long as I remain in Janice's somewhat
well-endowed body.
As long as I get a few chances to see Uhura's magnificent body unclad, I am more than
willing to listen to her advice. Note that I said 'listen'. I am not taking her
suggestions in yet another matter. I refuse to wear makeup. It seems unnecessary,
and my face feels strange when she puts the stuff on. I agreed to wear
small earrings since there were already holes in my ears, and I know many men
who wear one or more earrings, but that's my limit. I'm nowhere close to being
ready to look as feminine as Uhura. I may be a woman in body now, but I am still
a man in my mind, and I intend to stay that way.
It's a shame we never shared more than a kiss between us, months ago, though.
Uhura is a wonderful woman and a good friend I can count on. Sadly, I no
longer have the proper equipment to make her happy. I had always hoped that
there would come a day when we would get closer, but I never expected it to be
as "bosom buddies." At least she remains a faithful officer and a friend, and now
she is a confidante as well.
She is teaching me some additional exercises that will get this body in better shape.
Janice must have let her body go to waste expecting to get my toned form. Damn, I
miss that body I had. I worked hard to keep it in top condition and now I have this
soft, frail shape to call my own. When our minds temporarily returned to their
proper bodies, I tried to tell her she should accept the handicaps as well as the
benefits of being a woman. Now I have to follow my own advice and do the same.
CAPTAIN'S LOG: STARDATE 4035.6
The Enterprise has moved into Earth's orbit and docked with the Federation
maintenance base. Janice has been returned to custody on earth. Now Star Fleet
and I are debating what to do with my command. They want me to return to Earth
and accept a desk job. I refuse to admit defeat, and that is what I would do if I agree
to their wishes. Spock and all my command officers support my staying on as Captain.
Janice was correct. She could never have been a Captain, but not because she was
a woman, as she tried to tell everyone for the past decade. There are three women
in charge of Star Fleet ships as I write this. I guess I will be the fourth if I get my ship
back. I would be a member of a minority. I think that was the first time I have
smiled since I lost my… male body. A minority to be sure, but hardly the total
absence of female commanders Janice so violently protested against by stealing my
body.
Janice never got a command because she was paranoid, and mentally unstable. That
was the reason I stopped seeing her as well, and the cause for her eventual dismissal
from Star Fleet. I thank God every morning now that it was a psychological disorder
and not something wrong with her brain. Dr McCoy has run every test imaginable,
and some he dreamed up especially for these strange circumstances, and found
nothing wrong with me that a proper diet and exercise won't cure. The radiation
this body was exposed to was minor, just enough to insure our taking Janice off
the planet and aboard ship. It would seem, in her madness, she was unable to bring
herself to kill her former body. I suppose I should be grateful to her to still be alive
and getting a clean bill of health from Bones.
StarFleet Medical has reached the same conclusion as Bones.
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG: STARDATE 4035.9
I have finally come to an agreement with StarFleet Command. They will allow me
to continue as Captain. Spock will become my Number One officer in addition to
his other duties. He will command all off ship activities involving the unknown
until I regain full and complete mastery of my new body.
I still have problems with some of my reactions. I keep a list of things I need
to work on. For starters, few of my self-defense techniques will work as well
with my new female body. My arms seem much weaker. While walking presents
me few difficulties, whenever I try activities I excelled in as a man, I seem to run
across problems with my sense of balance. These hips and my rear still seem so…
big. The movement of my breasts, even when confined by a bra, is a constant
distraction. And my fists and feet are tiny compared to my male extremities.
Uhura has promised to teach me more feminine methods of self-defense, but until
I learn them, it does seem a wise, though regretful, decision to allow Mr. Spock
to lead the away teams. Many Captains divide authority between the second in
command and themselves, but it has always been a personal decision if the
Captain is healthy. I have no choice. I have to follow StarFleet orders. It took all
the pull I had just to keep command of the Enterprise during encounters in space.
There was one other condition Star Fleet Headquarters insisted upon.
Since James T. Kirk has so many enemies who would like nothing better than to take
advantage of this situation, StarFleet has insisted my crew and I address me by the
name Captain Janice Lester when non-crewmembers are present. They have spread
the word that Janice was finally cured a few years ago and been promoted to
temporary command while Captain Kirk takes a well deserved vacation in an
isolated and private location. To me it is somewhat of an embarrassment,
but they consider it a preventative measure.
It looks like Janice will get her deluded desires after all. Janice Lester will
be the captain of the Starship Enterprise for the immediate future. A woman will
be in command. But that woman will be me, James T. Kirk.
To paraphrase my new Number One officer, may we both live long and prosper!
The End.
***************************
That's all for this episode folks!
If anyone else cares to write an adventure of "Miss Kirk, feel free!
Maybe we can tell the whole story of the five-year voyage now
that we know why StarFleet and NBC really shut down all further information
after the Turnabout adventure.
Just don't put Kirk back in his own body, and follow the orders Star Fleet
dictated in the last few paragraphs. Keep 'em flying!
Caleb Jones
And please send reviews if you read the story! Thanks!
with the exception of all Star Trek related material and characters,
which Paramount owns. I am just borrowing them for entertainment purposes.
No one may resell this story for money. Ask me if you want to archive it.
I may say yes and allow you to beam it aboard your site!
Star Trek: the Original Five Year Mission continues…
Season Four
Episode One:
"ONE MORE TURNABOUT"
Documented for Star Fleet data archives
by Lt. Commander Caleb Jones
CAPTAIN'S LOG: STARDATE 4031.2
It has been a over a week since Spock, Bones, Scotty and I were found innocent of
trying to take over the Enterprise. Once we proved that Janice Lester had taken over
my body and my mind had been returned to the correct body, the crew recognized
the possession for what it was and the charges were dropped. Unfortunately, we
underestimated the strength of the device that had swapped my mind with Miss
Lester. It was far more powerful than even Dr. Lester had imagined.
As we began our trip to StarBase 12 to deliver our prisoners into custody, I
woke up one morning back in the brig, and back inside the body of Janice Lester.
You have to give Janice credit. She used her sudden freedom and my body to steel the
Galileo II shuttlecraft from an Ensign preparing a routine survey flight. She would have
escaped with my male body if Spock hadn't been on duty on the bridge. His highly
trained Vulcan mind sensed something was amiss as the pilot flew by the bridge and
locked a tractor beam onto the vessel.
Since the unwilling exchange had reocurred, Spock and I decided to return to the scene
of the crime to restore my body and mind to the same, original owner!. When Spock,
Bones, and I beamed down, we were shocked to find the machine in pieces, destroyed.
Apparently, Janice had no intention of returning to her own body. StarFleet has
agreed to send a science vessel to study the planet and try to dredge up more
secrets of how to swap bodies but it could take years to accomplish. I could be
stuck with this unwanted, female form for years.
Spock thinks the best solution may lie with the transporters. They have been used
to filter out poisons and other foreign objects inside human bodies. They even
split my body, the male one, into two bodies a few years ago and merged them back
together into one. Spock estimates it will take one year, and three and one half
months before I can consider undergoing a reasonable attempt to get my body back
via transporter technology.
We have been ordered back to earth without delay so StarFleet can consider how to
handle this strange turnabout of minds. Admiral Delikov ordered Mr. Spock to
command the enterprise until our return to headquarters. Once there, Star Fleet will
retest me to ascertain my fitness for command now that I am no longer the same
man I was when this mission began. During the trial, Janice had asked me if I
expected Star Fleet to simply give me command of the Enterprise. It would
appear the answer is no, just as she surmised.
I will have to earn my command all over again.
I am still locked within the body of Janice Lester as of this report.
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG: STARDATE 4032.8
Doctor McCoy has asked me to keep a detailed personal log so he can monitor my
emotional state. Since I may possess this new female body for years, and perhaps
the rest of my days, the first thing I did was to ask Doctor McCoy to see if my new
body was indeed fit for command. He ran the same tests he had run on my real
body when Janice was hiding inside of it. I no longer had the same strength I had
in my male body, but it was fit enough for StarFleet requirements. I have begun a
regimen of exercise and diet to bring it to peak condition as soon as possible.
Bones designed an exercise program to strengthen the soft spots of Janice's body and
various drugs to eradicate the effects of the low level radiation which Dr. Lester
applied to her own body as a part of her mad plan to steal my own body from me.
Bones says that my current body will be as fit as any female body can be by the time
we dock the Enterprise in Federation spacedock orbiting Earth.
Right after my exam by the doctor, Nurse Chapel spent the better part of a day
going over the requirements and needs of my new feminine physique. I reluctantly
paid great attention to her lecture, since I obviously had no choice but to
learn how to maintain the body I was in. There was much to learn. I knew the
basics of biology, of course but there were so many small details and some major
health care differences between the sexes of which I basically was unaware.
Women are truly more complicated creatures and I was now one of them!
My male body seemed to be very low maintenance compared to the requirements
of my new anatomy. I tried persuading Christine for almost a half an hour after she
wrapped up her presentation to accept that I had no intention of requiring the
birth control shot she wanted to give me, nor any plans of needing it for the
foreseeable future. As I argued with her, Bones walked in, heard the tail end of
our conversation, grabbed a hypospray, and implanted the birth control supplement
into my rear end.
I felt weird rubbing the spot on my wide rear end where he gave me the shot. I
doubt I will ever get accustomed to having so much more flesh in that area. Not
to mention what is always in front of me now on my chest. As much as I enjoy
seeing an attractive bosom, looking down upon one every time I look at myself is
overdoing it. And I could definitely do without feeling a bounce or jiggle
whenever I move my upper chest. Over the past few weeks since I first found
myself in this strange new shape, I have only begun to understand it. At least I
don't have to wine and dine a woman before I can touch her in her more private
areas. Those areas are available whenever I want now. Still, it is just not the
same feeling anymore. Nurse Chapel helped me learn about my new biology,
but there are some things I will have to discover by myself, in private.
Lt. Uhura agreed to help me change my wardrobe. It seems none of my Captain's
uniforms fit me adequately anymore, and I refuse to wear the dresses that Janice
seemed to prefer when she had this body. I don't want to wear any of her
clothes. The person who wore them was the woman who violated my very soul.
We managed to recycle and redesign my uniforms to fit my current form.
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG updated: STARDATE 4033.2
I managed to convince Uhura to stop trying to talk me into wearing short skirts.
I even tried on a couple of them for an hour or so at her insistence, and wore
one to dinner that night, but I just didn't feel right wearing them. The
snickering of a few of the men and the looks from some of the other men didn't
help much. I haven't gotten used to the way the men on the ship look at me now.
I know very well how a pair of pretty legs can effect a man.
Uhura and so many other female crewmembers might enjoy short skirts and
dresses, and I would be the first to admit to finding them attractive on women.
They may well be the latest in fashion styles, as Uhura pointed out to me, but I
have worn pants all my life and I have no intention of changing this pattern for
the sake of a feminine fashion. I'll take the comfort of a pair of pants over style any day.
Uhura also gave me some pointers on how to manage the breasts I have been forced
to deal with. She and I apparently are the same size in the breast area, though
her waist is quite smaller than mine is now. The exercise regimen Bones has
prescribes should fix my slitght weight problem soon. Since I am off duty, getting my
new body fit and healthy is my only task until I go before Star Fleet for their evaluation.
I did not know that women's underwear were too delicate to be replicated properly.
Uhura has loaned me a few of her bra's until we get to a StarBase and she can take
me shopping for new clothes. I find them very uncomfortable but I do have to admit
that a good bra will be a necessity as long as I remain in Janice's somewhat
well-endowed body.
As long as I get a few chances to see Uhura's magnificent body unclad, I am more than
willing to listen to her advice. Note that I said 'listen'. I am not taking her
suggestions in yet another matter. I refuse to wear makeup. It seems unnecessary,
and my face feels strange when she puts the stuff on. I agreed to wear
small earrings since there were already holes in my ears, and I know many men
who wear one or more earrings, but that's my limit. I'm nowhere close to being
ready to look as feminine as Uhura. I may be a woman in body now, but I am still
a man in my mind, and I intend to stay that way.
It's a shame we never shared more than a kiss between us, months ago, though.
Uhura is a wonderful woman and a good friend I can count on. Sadly, I no
longer have the proper equipment to make her happy. I had always hoped that
there would come a day when we would get closer, but I never expected it to be
as "bosom buddies." At least she remains a faithful officer and a friend, and now
she is a confidante as well.
She is teaching me some additional exercises that will get this body in better shape.
Janice must have let her body go to waste expecting to get my toned form. Damn, I
miss that body I had. I worked hard to keep it in top condition and now I have this
soft, frail shape to call my own. When our minds temporarily returned to their
proper bodies, I tried to tell her she should accept the handicaps as well as the
benefits of being a woman. Now I have to follow my own advice and do the same.
CAPTAIN'S LOG: STARDATE 4035.6
The Enterprise has moved into Earth's orbit and docked with the Federation
maintenance base. Janice has been returned to custody on earth. Now Star Fleet
and I are debating what to do with my command. They want me to return to Earth
and accept a desk job. I refuse to admit defeat, and that is what I would do if I agree
to their wishes. Spock and all my command officers support my staying on as Captain.
Janice was correct. She could never have been a Captain, but not because she was
a woman, as she tried to tell everyone for the past decade. There are three women
in charge of Star Fleet ships as I write this. I guess I will be the fourth if I get my ship
back. I would be a member of a minority. I think that was the first time I have
smiled since I lost my… male body. A minority to be sure, but hardly the total
absence of female commanders Janice so violently protested against by stealing my
body.
Janice never got a command because she was paranoid, and mentally unstable. That
was the reason I stopped seeing her as well, and the cause for her eventual dismissal
from Star Fleet. I thank God every morning now that it was a psychological disorder
and not something wrong with her brain. Dr McCoy has run every test imaginable,
and some he dreamed up especially for these strange circumstances, and found
nothing wrong with me that a proper diet and exercise won't cure. The radiation
this body was exposed to was minor, just enough to insure our taking Janice off
the planet and aboard ship. It would seem, in her madness, she was unable to bring
herself to kill her former body. I suppose I should be grateful to her to still be alive
and getting a clean bill of health from Bones.
StarFleet Medical has reached the same conclusion as Bones.
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG: STARDATE 4035.9
I have finally come to an agreement with StarFleet Command. They will allow me
to continue as Captain. Spock will become my Number One officer in addition to
his other duties. He will command all off ship activities involving the unknown
until I regain full and complete mastery of my new body.
I still have problems with some of my reactions. I keep a list of things I need
to work on. For starters, few of my self-defense techniques will work as well
with my new female body. My arms seem much weaker. While walking presents
me few difficulties, whenever I try activities I excelled in as a man, I seem to run
across problems with my sense of balance. These hips and my rear still seem so…
big. The movement of my breasts, even when confined by a bra, is a constant
distraction. And my fists and feet are tiny compared to my male extremities.
Uhura has promised to teach me more feminine methods of self-defense, but until
I learn them, it does seem a wise, though regretful, decision to allow Mr. Spock
to lead the away teams. Many Captains divide authority between the second in
command and themselves, but it has always been a personal decision if the
Captain is healthy. I have no choice. I have to follow StarFleet orders. It took all
the pull I had just to keep command of the Enterprise during encounters in space.
There was one other condition Star Fleet Headquarters insisted upon.
Since James T. Kirk has so many enemies who would like nothing better than to take
advantage of this situation, StarFleet has insisted my crew and I address me by the
name Captain Janice Lester when non-crewmembers are present. They have spread
the word that Janice was finally cured a few years ago and been promoted to
temporary command while Captain Kirk takes a well deserved vacation in an
isolated and private location. To me it is somewhat of an embarrassment,
but they consider it a preventative measure.
It looks like Janice will get her deluded desires after all. Janice Lester will
be the captain of the Starship Enterprise for the immediate future. A woman will
be in command. But that woman will be me, James T. Kirk.
To paraphrase my new Number One officer, may we both live long and prosper!
The End.
***************************
That's all for this episode folks!
If anyone else cares to write an adventure of "Miss Kirk, feel free!
Maybe we can tell the whole story of the five-year voyage now
that we know why StarFleet and NBC really shut down all further information
after the Turnabout adventure.
Just don't put Kirk back in his own body, and follow the orders Star Fleet
dictated in the last few paragraphs. Keep 'em flying!
Caleb Jones
And please send reviews if you read the story! Thanks!