Spock held it up in the light, each hand firmly clamped on the shoulder of the costume. "It's a prototype Captain. Unstable at best, but a plausible way for gathering Intel."

Kirk ran a finger down the soft material and smiled. As he withdrew his hand Spock began to fold it up. "Spock, I think I'm looking forward to this mission."

It was a bodysuit made of special fabric, now lying on the briefing room table, and the latest 'toy' Starfleet scientists had cooked up. The Enterprise's mission was to drop off Kirk and pick up on the political advisors. With this suit Jim would be able to change shape into anyone and anything. It was to help exchange positions.

The intercom beeped and Uhura's voice filled the room. "Sir we are with an hour of orbit range. You are okay to put on the suit now."

Kirk clapped his hands together, "Thanks, I'll be in transporter room two in sixty minutes. Kirk out." With playful eyes he turned to Spock, "Want to help me get dressed?"

It was a one piece suit that responded to the wearer's mental commands. Kirk slipped in easily, and there was no problem as Spock pulled the zipper upwards. Invisibility, once comfortableKirk thought to himself. He turned around and looked Spock in the eye, but to his surprise Spock looked everywhere but him. "Captain?" the Vulcan started to pace around the room.

An image of Spock appeared in his mind and he could feel a small electrical pulse as the suit changed. Spock turned around and raised an eye brow, "FasCINating."

Kirk kept as straight a face as possible. "Indeed. Captain?"

"Sir? What manner of jest is this?" Spock asked.

"Jim, please, I know the suit must make you excited, but do not engage me in childish pranks," Kirk said, it was becoming harder for him not to laugh.

"There's only one way to settle this then. Can you square 636?"

"What a logical solution," Kirk had to admit, but the sound of his own voice sent him into Spock sounding laughter. The real Spock blinked, "25.129, Captain."

In a moment Jim looked exactly as himself, if you subtract the suit. "Sorry Spock, but it was pretty realistic."

"Indeed," Spock said walking towards the door, "Should we go to the bridge now."

Suddenly a slight tremor went through the ship, making Kirk trip. In turn he flew against the table. A surge of electricity went through him and hundreds of imagines flew past him.

When he stood up Spock's eyes bulged. "I'm fine Spock," he said shaking his head a little. "Sir," Spock was walking toward him, "Speak up."

Then Kirk noticed his vision was covered in a grid, and his peripheral vision was all plastic. It was also increasingly hot, and there was a heavy weight on his shoulders. The first couple of steps he took were wobbly, his balance was completely off. He shouted, "Okay, Spock I take it back, something is weird here. Maybe you should call McCoy…"

" Jim," Spock walked toward him and held up one of Kirk's hands, "you sir, are a giant polar bear."

Kirk's jaw dropped as he looked at the furry white paw in front of his vision. James T. Kirk, he thought, envisioning him self. His fur ruffled but no change, his voice stayed muffled as he said, "Do you think the Romulans will notice?"

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to be continued if people like.