Chapter 3

Doctor McCoy was awoken the next morning by the sound of his communicator. He groaned as he stretched his arm toward his bedside table to blindly search for the device. Finally he felt the cold metal and grabbed it.

"McCoy here."

"BONES! Is this some kind of a joke?!"

The Doctor opened his eyes. He looked at his clock. 5:30 in the morning.

"Jim, this better be damn important."

"Where did you put all of my clothes?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh, so it wasn't you who took all of my clothes and replaced them with man's clothes? Nothing fits!"

McCoy sat up. He had not considered this. Wait, Jim's clothes had fit her yesterday. Could it be because she had been wearing them when she had been transformed?

"What about the clothes you were wearing yesterday?"

"What about them?"

"Can't you wear those?"

"Bones! Those are dirty! Now give me back my clothes! Did you seriously have to steal all of my underwear too?!"

"Dammit Jim! I wouldn't go anywhere near your underwear! I didn't take your damn clothes!"

"Then who did? Besides me only three people have access to my room. You, Spock and Rand. I know Spock would never do anything as tasteless as this and Rand has no reason to steal my things. So that leaves you."

"Jim, why the hell would I go through the trouble of stealing your clothes?"

"I don't know! Revenge for my always being in sickbay?"

Bones groaned, "I don't know what to tell ya kid. Keep looking."

Without waiting for Jim to protest McCoy shut his communicator and got out of bed. He needed to speak to Spock.

McCoy banged on Spock's door. Wake up you damn hobgoblin.

After a few moments Spock opened his door and gave the doctor a curious look.

"Doctor? To what do I owe your visit?"

"Jim thinks someone stole all of her clothes."

"I fail to understand how this relates to your presence at such an early hour."

"Dammit Spock! We said we were going to go along with her delusion, but reality made no such agreement!"

Spock's eyes widened in realization, "the Captain's clothes and belongings correspond to his male physique and are therefore incompatible with his current form. Perhaps we could replicate come female clothing for the Captain and present the garments to her as her own. I shall ask Nyota for her assistance in this matter."

Bones nodded, "that sounds like a good plan. We can get Rand to put the clothing in Jim's room cause I am sure as hell not giving them to her myself. She already thinks I am the one responsible."

"Why would the Cap-" Spock was cut off by the sound of movement coming from the bathroom.

"Spock? Are you awake?" Both men froze at the sound of Jim's voice. "Spock, have you seen my hairbrush?"

"Doctor I believe we will have to resume our conversation at a later point."

Another shout came from the bathroom. "Spock I am coming in, so you better be decent!"

"Please excuse me Doctor." Spock quickly said as he shut the door.

McCoy was left standing in the deserted hallway reflecting on what just happened. He and Spock had been reduced to sneaking around behind Jim's back. What was worse, McCoy and Spock had somehow become accomplishes in a plan that involved keeping the truth from Jim. Dammit. Jim is going to kill us when he gets back to normal!

"Spock! I can't find any of my things!" Jim came into his chambers through their shared bathroom. It now seemed inappropriate for him to share a bathroom with his Captain, but Jim was clearly not bothered by it. She was only wearing a standard Starfleet black undershirt that hung loosely on her body. Her long hair hung loose at her sides and looked slightly disheveled. Spock tried to ignore Jim's peculiar choice in clothing but he could not deny he found it distracting.

Jim did not notice the Vulcan's discomfort and continued talking.

"By the way, why is the bathroom so messy? I mean I know you are a neat freak, so you couldn't have made that mess. I was sure I cleaned after myself yesterday . . . Oh! Please don't tell me I have always been a slob and just now realized it!" Jim's eyes widened in horror at the thought and she ran her hands through her hair. Something Jim always did when he was nervous.

Spock could only stare at the woman in front of him. The honest answer would be "yes Jim, you have always been a 'slob' and I have always cleaned up after you." But Spock felt like that answer would only cause the Captain emotional distress. So he decided to ignore the question.

"Captain, I would be happy to assist you in locating your belongings."

"Thanks Spock." Jim gave him a soft smile. "I feel like I should have noticed last night but I was to preoccupied with all the stares I got from the crew yesterday. But anyways, my first clue should have been when I couldn't find my pajamas. I thought I had just misplaced them but clearly that wasn't the case. I mean, all I had to sleep in were –"

Jim stopped mid sentence as she realized she was standing in front of her First Officer in nothing but a T-shirt and underwear. A warm blushed started to creep up her face.

"Umm, you know what. It's fine! You don't have to do that. I'll ask Rand later. I'll see you on the bridge." Jim practically ran out of the room before Spock could even respond.

Spock stared after her, 'fascinating.'

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