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Onboard the Ravenby: ScramblerJ © 2000
Chapter 2 - First days on the Raven
Walking into his room, Thomas felt the burning need to use the bathroom, and fast. He knew that whatever Mitch had done to stop his lack of control over his bladder was wearing off very fast.
Thomas almost thought he wasnt going to make it back to his room. After all, his first shift on the bridge wasnt a very enjoyable one. He was getting a headache just thinking about it.
Nothing Thomas had done seemed to be right for the Captain, and of course, he drew her watch on the bridge. His fellow Ensign, Marie Bellows, from New Mars Colony, told him on the way down from the bridge that the Captain always took the first shift of the day, and let her Commander take the second watch. She had tried to tell him that if he didnt want to be on the Captains shit list for the next two months, that hed better wear the correct uniform, and follow all the dress codes to the letter, or he was going to be knee deep in the wrath of the Captain.
As he trotted into the room on his heels, Thomas couldnt wait to be free of the damn things. For the first few hours, it wasnt that bad, but then about halfway through the day, his feet began to ache from the heels and the arch they put his feet into, and he was dying to get them off. Luckily, hed felt the suit loosen a bit during his shift, and knew that the bonding agent was dying out.
But hed have to wait to take the suit off; Thomas needed to use the bathroom, and fast.
Slipping into the bathroom, Thomas wasted no time sitting down of the toilet. He had no sooner sat down than he felt both his bladder and bowels release all at once. It seemed an eternity before he managed to drain himself. After wiping both his rear and crotch, he stood and flushed the toilet, then ran as fast as his high-heeled feet would carry him to his bedroom.
Once past the barrier door, Thomas walked over to the drawer he had put the box in. It wasnt until he had tried to loosen the suit on the walk to his room that he found that his friend had not only glued him in the suit, but also locked the metal clasp at the neck shut, and he would need a key to undo the lock. That, on top of the fact that if he didnt hurry, he was facing being re-bonded to the suit again.
Opening the drawer, Thomas saw that a small side door on the box opened.
Looking in the small door, he saw a silver, pencil sized device in the compartment. Picking it up, he touched the silver device to the upside down triangle on the neck of his uniform, and felt the lock give way. He also felt a flush of air enter the suit, much like a bag filling with water.
He saw the once thin, tightly shaped uniform expand outward. His flat stomach area bloated out, and his massive chest seemed to merge with the growing belly. He felt the tightness on his legs vanish, along with the over padded rump of his butt. Then, looking down, Thomas saw that his tiny, dainty hands had returned to their normal size, but that he still had longish looking nails. He was hoping those bastards hadnt glued nails on under the gloves.
Dropping the key, Thomas began to lower the zipper from his neck, and enjoyed the wonderful feeling of being out of the suit. The air felt great on his body, and he couldnt wait to be free of the whole uniform. Once the zipper had gotten down to just above his groin area, he stopped and reached over with one hand, and removed the glove on his left hand. A faint popping sound filled the air as he wiggled his left hand from the glove. It was covered with a fine layer of sweat, just like the rest of his upper body was. He was willing to bet hed lost five to ten pounds in the damn thing today!
After repeating the process on his other hand, Thomas then went about removing the loose leather suit from his body. It took him some time to get the now much looser uniform off his sweat covered legs, and he learned that the heels where part of the lower half of the uniform. Dropping the suit to the floor, he felt his sticky, sweaty chest, which was mixed with dry bonding agent, and took a whiff of the air. His whole room smelled like a gym locker room. A male one, too!
Taking his hand off his wet blonde chest hairs, Thomas heard a sound coming from behind him. Turning to the open drawer, he saw that the padlock on the top of the box was flashing.
Picking the box up, he sat it on his bed and touched the pad with his bare thumb. The box lid clicked open, and Thomas bent over the open lid and looked in. He saw two data pads sitting on top of something flesh toned in color.
Thomas picked up the pads, and then the flesh toned item. When the flesh like item was free, he watched as it came unrolled, and revealed what it was.
"Those BASTARDS!" Thomas screamed in his high, feminine voice.
Looking at the item in horror, Thomas saw a second suit made out as his female body. Throwing the suit as far away from him as he could, he looked down at the two pads. Only one was flashing, the other remained silent.
Picking up the blinking pad, Thomas gave a heavy sigh, trying to calm himself down, and clicked the pad.
An image of Carl appeared before his eyes.
"Well, hello, buddy!" Carl announced with a smile. "By now youve finished your first shift as Ashley Dodds, new Ensign onboard the Raven. Ill bet you thought the whole thing was over, right?" Carl asked him. Thomas groaned out loud, he just knew he wasnt going to like what Carl was going to say next.
"Im betting that Lizs sisters roomie told you while she was trying to hold back a smile, that she couldnt take the suit off, and that youd have to wear it for your first shift, right?" Carl asked him.
Thomas was right; he wasnt going to like this. But when he thought about the suit, he remembered it had been a Doctor that had told him, and not Lizs sisters roomie. Oh well, he was willing to bet the woman was going to get a kick out of telling Lizs sister that one of her junior doctors had helped him. He wasnt looking forward to Lizs sister Tonya laughing at him or telling his friends about it. He was sure they get a big laugh out of the whole thing.
"Well, Lizs sister added that little idea, and we all liked it," Carl explained.
Then Thomas saw the smile from Carls face fade a bit. And that made him feel that something bad was about to be said.
"Now, on to the bio-suit in the box," Carl began, and as Thomas looked over at the thing laying on his bed, he felt his stomach turn.
"How can I put this?" Carl said, and his face took on the look of serious debate, but Thomas was sure it was all an act.
"Now, since you cant tell anyone what is going on, and youll have to report for a second shift tomorrow, we added this sleepwear suit," Carl said, and Thomas began to add fresh sweat to his body.
"Now, dont panic, just take a shower, and rid your body of the first bonding agent; Mitch tells me that what is left in your pores will work for tonight and tomorrow morning, before washing itself out of your system," Carl added.
NO WAY! Thomas shouted in his head. They had to be kidding!
"Now, the reason youre going to be wearing this suit is in two parts," Carl stated, and Thomas couldnt help but groan again at the nightmare he was experiencing.
"The first reason is that youve by now learned that your temporary roomie is female, so this is to keep your identity safe from her," Carl added with a brief pause before going on. "The second reason is that if an emergency occurs, and you have to leave the bedroom, your male self wont walk out. Im betting youre thinking youll just stay in the room and not put the suit on, but youre wrong. See, Mitch thought you might try that, so he programmed a need to use the living spaces tonight into your implant."
DAMN! Thomas cursed in his mind. Sometimes his friend Mitch was too damn smart for his own good.
"So it looks like youre going to spend a bit of down time with your temporary roomie," Carl said, and laughed for a long period. It just made Thomas want to make his revenge all that much sweeter.
"Well, this is the last youll hear from me until I see you in a few months," Carl said, and then seemed to have one last thought. "Oh, before I forget, check the bottom of the box. Youve got a pair of fleshlike hand gloves to wear, instead of the leather gloves, for tomorrow. These should get you out of some trouble from Hale," Carl told him. "See ya later, buddy," he added, before blinking out. And like the other pads before this, Carls burnt out, destroying its memory log.
"Those fucking bastards!" Thomas fumed out loud. He was trapped and knew it, but as God was his witness, he was going to dish out some serious payback.
Picking up both the first suit which hed just removed, and then the sleep suit, he headed off to the shower to clean both himself and the suit, before Lt. Commander Hawkins returned. As Thomas neared the door, he gave a command to the computer. "Computer, freshen up the odor of the room."
Thomas was used to his old apartment cleaning system, and just thought the computer would cycle in fresh air and remove the odor of his sweat from the room. But it did more than that. After dumping the nasty air, it added a flowery scent to the new air, restoring the feminine atmosphere it was programmed to maintain.
Thomas, meanwhile, entered the bathroom, deposited the uniform he had been forced to wear into the cleaning bin, and entered the command on the pad to remove all sweat and glue from the suit. Then he sat the sleep suit on the bathroom countertop, and entered the shower stall area. He tried to avoid the mirror, so that he would have to look at his flat blonde groin no more than he had to.
"Computer, begin daily cleaning functions," Thomas said, in a weary female tone. He was physically and mental tired, and wanted nothing more than to get some sleep, but with Mitchs command, he knew that Ashley was going to talk to her roommate for a while tonight, and deny him his rest.
That was when he made another mistake about his room computer. Again, it was programmed for a female user, and not a male one. Thomas did discover this when a containment field held him in place, and he felt the cleaning program kick in.
"Computer, stop the program at once!" Thomas shouted.
"Unable to comply with request, Mistress. This program has to run the full cleaning cycle before ending," the computer said flatly. Thomas let out a loud female groan; it was getting worse by the minute, but the sad thing was that this time, it was his fault and not that of his friends. Still, he chose to blame them, as the flowery soap washed over his body.
Then the computer started the next part of the program, and a thin yellow beam appeared in the red containment field, along with the water. As Thomas felt the zapping sensation of the beam moving up both his legs, his mind reeled as he understand what it was. Then, helpless, he stood as the beam moved higher up his body, stopping for a brief time on his crotch area, before moving up to his chest. Then, as with his lower body, the yellow beam removed all traces of his blonde body hair.
Still the field held him in place, and Thomas heard a humming noise, then felt a spray on his crotch. Held in place, he would have to wait to learn what the cleaning program had done to him; all he was wishing for at this point was that it had left him some hair down there.
The computer wasnt yet done with him, and Thomas felt an icy coolness start from his toes and run up his body, covering every inch of his flesh. And for a long period, he was blinded by whatever had covered his skin. Since the water had shut off, Thomas wasnt sure if it was going to come back on to rinse the stuff on him off. Then he felt his whole body tingle, and it felt like something was seeping into his skin. Luckily for him, his eyes became clear of the stuff over them first, and by tilting his eyes down, he was able to see a pink paste-like substance vanish into his skin. Since his head wasnt tilted down far enough to let him see his crotch, he was starting to get worried about what the shower program might of done to him.
Suddenly, the tingling feeling faded, and Thomas knew that his body had absorbed the pink goop into very pore of his body. Then the water kicked back on, along with the soap and shampoo cycle again. He felt the controlled force shield massage his body with the soap, and treat his hair with sweet smelling shampoo, and then at the end, push the water over his body to rinse him off again. It was the buzzing sound, and then the harsh stinging sensation, that drew his eyes to a green beam shooting out from the wall of the shower. His ears, by the time the beam ended, were pulsing in pain, but when a purple beam shot out, and he felt the gentle touch of it on his ears, all pain stopped.
It was only then that the computer stopped the washing program, and moved to the drying stage. After Thomas let the forced air dry his body off, he felt the force shields holding him in place vanish, and he could move again.
"Wash cycle completed, Mistress," the computer informed him.
Opening the shower door, Thomas saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror, and learned what the computer had done to him.
Looking at his now thin, arched black eyebrows, Thomas was sure that on his next duty shift, he wouldnt hear any complaints about how bad a job hed done trimming them this time. His bushy, yet slightly trimmed brows had been one of the first things Captain Hale had caught him on. Then it was the gloves, and the lack of earrings in his ears.
Well, not only would his eyebrows now pass inspection the next time, so to would his ears. Thomas noticed that in each earlobe, he had the mark of them being pierced.
"Computer, please explain to me the holes your washing program put in my ears," Thomas asked, in his singsongish voice. He couldnt wait to have his normal voice restored.
"From a scan of your body, it was learned that you have not followed ship dress code #12, requiring that all females have at least one earring in each ear at all times while on duty. Also, per ship dress code, your brows have been reshaped to conform to code #10," the computer answered.
Well, Thomas didnt like it, but there was little he could do about it now. Touching his now hairless chest, and feeling the softness of his skin, caused him to have a few more questions.
"And my body hair?" he asked. His chest felt so strange without any hair on it.
"Code #15 states that no person on the ship, unless exempt by species listing, can retain body hair. Said code also states the preferred amount of body hair for head and groin area only. Also, per sub text seven, the hair listed for head is the scalp area and eyebrow region only," the computer answered back.
Well, thats just great, Thomas thought to himself, as he again touched his now hairless, baby smooth chest.
"The program has removed cells on your person that cause said body hair growth. And lastly, applied a softening cream to your skin," the computer added.
"How long until the body hair can be re-grown?" Thomas asked, as he ran his hand back and forth over his chest. He did have to say that despite the oddness of it, his chest did feel rather nice.
"Until you have cellular reconstruction of removed cells," the computer replied.
His jaw dropped open in shock. Thomas had thought the computer meant something like a monthly removal of cells, and not permanent removal. That meant every inch of his body, from head to toe, would be hairless, except for his long raven colored hair and high feminine arched eyebrows, until he could pay for reconstruction of the cells. Would this nightmare never end?
It was then that Thomas recalled the humming sound at his crotch, and became very worried. Backing up away from the mirror so he could get a full look at his body, he noticed something strange.
His pubic hair was now shaped in a heart pattern, and worse yet, it was now black in color to match the color of the hair on his head that Carl had dyed.
"Computer, explain the change in color to my pubic hairs?" Thomas asked, annoyed at yet another change in his body.
"The program noted that your preferred hair color was a ravens black tone, and dyed the cells in said area to match," the computer told him.
SHIT! Thomas mind screamed. This was starting to spin way out of control.
"Computer, remove showering program for Ashley Dodds, and set for standard use only," Thomas commanded. He didnt want anything else to happen when he took a shower.
"Unable to comply with request. The program in use is the standard body care program for the USS Raven," the computer replied, in answer to his command.
Double shit! Thomas thought to himself. Hed have to buy a male program, and add it to his shower programming before removing the current one. He did, however, lift his right arm to his nose and take a sniff of the odor coming from it. He was guessing the pink goop was some kind of half body softener, and half flower body lotion.
Since he didnt really want to know how long it was going to last, Thomas didnt ask the computer. He was sure the answer was going to be longer than he liked.
Not seeing anything else to do, Thomas picked up the sleep suit and looked it over. The suit looked like someone had skinned a fat woman, but he was sure it would compact down to the form he had worn earlier.
He noticed that the suit was like his uniform. So he was forced to slide his feet into the feet of the sleepskin, and slowly pull it up over his body. Almost at once, Thomas became aware of how warm his now encased flesh was becoming, and was going to hate sleeping in the suit. He had to wiggle a bit to slide the suit over his waist. It was then that he noticed that the suit left his crotch exposed, and he could feel the cool air on his groin region, and the hot confinement of the rest of his lower body.
Then he slid both arms into those of the suit, and pulled the remaining loose skin of the suit up over his body. Once he had it on, and saw the fat fingers it made on his hands, Thomas noted in the mirror a small brown zipper just above the suits belly button. Reaching down with his fingers, he was forced to struggle as he pulled the zipper up with the fat, loose fingers of the suit. The zipper stopped at his collarbone, and he heard a clicking sound that told him the suit was now locked shut.
Looking back up at his reflection, Thomas struggled to hold in his laughter. From the neck down, he looked like a woman that had just lost a lot of weight, with her flesh drooping on her body. Then, slowly, the suit began to tighten on his body. He felt his belly being crushed down, back to the very tiny shape it had held in the uniform. He felt the suit wrap around every part of his body, and grow tighter and tighter with each passing second.
Then, after what seemed like hours but in reality was only a few minutes, it stopped, and Thomas found himself face to face with the naked image of one Ensign Ashley Dodds. There wasnt a single sign of sagging or droopy skin on her taut, elegantly sculpted body and petite hands.
With a heavy sigh, he opened the door to the bin he had placed the wet, smelly suit in, and retrieved it before leaving the bathroom. The foul odor from before was gone. Thomas also noted that his body now felt very cold; it was if the suit wasnt even on his body. He then felt the pull of his implanted memories, telling him to put on his nightie.
Thomas couldnt wait to get back at Mitch for his programming.
Walking into his bedroom, he could hear the sound of the other data pad going off, but the burning need to cover his naked body took hold, and Thomas slipped on the pair of light pink panties and matching nightie. Looking at the wall mirror, he was able to see that the transparent garment barely covered the nipples on the bio-sleepwear he was now wearing. He walked over to the pad, and picked it up.
Taking a deep breath, Thomas touched the button and hoped that this data pad would at least help him out of this nightmare.
It was the image of his alien friend, Mitch.
"Welcome, Ashley, to the last of our messages," Mitch started. "By now, you should be dressed in the pink nightie. It was the one Liz picked out for the programs first and only night you will have to sleep as Ashley," his green skinned friend added.
Thomas sure as hell hoped so.
"After tonight, the bio-suit for sleeping will break down and dissolve itself, so make sure you put it in a disposal unit after removing it," Mitch told him.
Well, at least Thomas wouldnt have to store the damn thing, or see it again.
"Not much else to tell you on this pad, but after seeing this place, the small disc that will come out the back for you to place into your room computer terminal will be my last gift to you, my friend," Mitch ended, and when the image faded, Thomas knew it was now destroyed.
A clicking sound told him that something was opening on the back of this pad, and Thomas flipped the pad over. Just as Mitchs message said, a small gold disc appeared.
Dropping the pad, Thomas walked over to his terminal and opened the drive unit. Carefully sliding the disc into place, he touched the ENTER button, and watched the disc vanish.
"Do you wish to display your file, Mistress Ashley?" the computer asked him.
"Yes, Computer, run data file," Thomas commanded. He wanted to know what Mitch had sent him. Was it a way out of this mess?
"Greetings, Thomas," said the image of Mitch. For the first time in a long time, Thomas saw his alien friend smile.
"I suppose, though, from the way you appear, I should have said, greetings, Ashley. No, this is not a way out of your little problem," Mitch told him.
Great! thought Thomas to himself. Then what good was it?
"This is a file telling you where I got the name Ashley Dodds from, and who she is," Mitch added.
That got Thomas attention. Was the woman whose name he was forced to use a real woman?
"No, she is not real. In fact, Thomas, she is one of my fantasy women," Mitch said, and chuckled. Thomas let out a very unladylike groan.
"First, I removed my normal mental programming for her, and gave her your template," Mitch added, which caused a second groan from Thomas, and he saw his computer screen split in half, one side displaying Mitch, the other a file image of Mitchs Ashley Dodds.
Like him, the girl had long black hair, but her face was the picture perfect image of a woman. She had a small, upturned button nose, high cheekbones, a round face, and like all of Mitchs fantasy women, this Ashley was sporting very full lips. Thomas cursed the day Carl got Mitch hooked on coming up with these dream women for the guys at the Academy.
"Ashley?" came the voice of Thomas roommate, Lt. Commander Hawkins.
Tired, and not wanting to hear or see the rest of Mitchs gift for a while, Thomas spoke up. "Computer, end program, and save under Ashley Dodds personal file," Thomas said. Hed just look at it later. Much later, say a year from now, when seeing or hearing anything about this dream girl didnt piss him off.
However, his command linked this one and only file on Ashley Dodds to the one Thomas hadnt seen the Doctor create.
"Ash?" Lt. Commander Hawkins asked, from behind the barrier field at his doorway.
"Coming, Maam," Thomas said, as he put away the box and his uniform. Once that was done, he headed out to the living room, urged on by the implant commands Mitch had programmed into his mind.
The one thought racing thru his mind was that he had only one more day of this nightmare, and then it would be over.
How wrong he was.
While Thomas was in his room, his roommate, Lt. Commander Hawkins, was waiting outside his door, thinking about her temporary roommate.
Lt. Commander Carol Hawkins tried not to sigh when her roommate called out Maam to her. She knew the young girl was worried about getting off on the wrong foot with someone in command, but Carol had never been one to let those under her call her by rank or Maam when off duty.
One thing was sure; Carol was going to have to set this girl straight. She just hoped the poor dear finally took Captain Hales advice, and complied fully with the ships dress code. If not, the poor cute thing was going to be on the Captains shit list for a very, very long time.
The sound of the barrier field humming off told Carol that the girl had joined her.
Carol looked at her roommate, and felt her heart go out to the young Earth girl. She felt her crotch moisten at the sight of the short, raven haired girl wearing the little pink nightie walking out of her room. She loved the long wavy mane of raven hair that spilled over the girls shoulders.
Carol felt she was right, and that this girl was going to be someone special. She was going to do her best to win the young girls heart, and make sure the girl joined her once her quarters where completed, as her new lover.
She had seen the girls attraction to the Captain, and was sure the Captain was well aware of the young Ensigns feelings toward her. But Carol knew that the Captain seldom considered a crewmember as a lover, instead seeking lovers from outside her crew. Carols former Captain had told her all about the amazing Captain Ayesha Hale.
Still, there were rumors that the Captain had once taken a crewmember as a brief lover from time to time. Carol just hoped that her Captain wouldnt pick now as one of those times.
Looking at the young woman, who stood bashfully in front of her in the transparent gown, Carol eyed her future, but soon to be actual lover.
The girl was not totally stunning. Carol noted a few flaws when she first saw the girl, and even now, she could still see some. She did note, however, that the girl had finally taken the time and shaped her brows into twin, high arched brows. Still, there were a few things about the girl that prevented her from being perfect. Take the slightly large nose on her face, or the bit of mannishness to her face. It didnt bother Carol, shed had other lovers, both male and female before, and the girl was a mix of both. If anything, she had to say the girl had eyes that called out to a persons soul.
"Hello, Maam," her roommate said.
That was yet another thing Carol loved about the girl. Her voice, it was so musical, and she found herself wondering what that voice sounded like in the heat of passion, when she cried out as her body was racked with a shattering orgasm.
She vowed to find out.
"Now Ashley, please, when were not on duty, call me Carol," she said to her. Carol saw her soon to be lover give a faint smile. It warmed her heart to see the girl smile at her.
"Yes, Maa...Carol," the girl, Ashley, said to her, with a blush on her face.
Carol put on one of her own smiles to calm Ashleys nerves. It was clear to her that the girl was nervous about something. She could tell that Ashley was flirting with her, otherwise, why hadnt she put on a robe to cover her thin nightie? Not that she was complaining about getting to see the almost naked form of her roommate.
"Well, let me change, and Ill join you back out here," Carol offered. She hoped the girl didnt get so nervous that shed bolt back to her room.
After walking into her room, Carol sat at the edge of her bed, then reached for and removed her high heeled boots. Then she stood up, and reached for the zipper of her jumpsuit at the collar, and began removing her uniform. She felt the cool air of her room on her warm flesh. Wiggling her way out of her suit, the top of Carols uniform briefly lay on her hips, as she walked over to her dresser.
She just had to see if she had an outfit as eye catching as the one Ashley was wearing.
Opening the drawer, Carol found her selection and smiled. She bet Ashley was going to love what she had picked out. She felt the fire in her lower region grow hotter. And she could feel the lips of her vagina leak out some of her juices. She had to calm down.
Carol turned to the small bowl next to her bed, and eyed the round pink ball pulsing behind the glass. She reached in with her hand, and felt the warm fleshy globe, licking her lips. She wanted so much to show Ashley what a HeZar sack could do, and the joy the young Ensign could get from it. Carol jerked her hand back as she felt the HeZar sack begining to open, and once the scent of her arm was gone from the bowl, the sack returned to its neutral state. Her burning desire was overheating her mind, and she needed to calm herself.
Turning around, Carol threw her selection onto her bed, and grabbed the leather uniform at her hips and pulled it down off her body. Once free of the hot leather uniform, she tossed it to the side and stood in her black-laced panties and bra. Her nipples where on fire, and the heat of her crotch was soaking her panties. Slipping her left hand into her panties, Carol teased her labial lips and wet her fingers. Pulling her hand back out, she saw the light blue liquid on her fingers and put them to her mouth. Tasting her juices, she smiled. She had entered her Patak, and now her monthly fluids where starting to flow. This was better than she thought. Ashley was definitely going to be hers!
Grabbing her dark green robe, Carol slipped it over her sweaty body, picked up the outfit she was going to wear, and popped back out into the living area.
She saw Ashley in the small cooking area of their shared quarters, and ran off to the bathroom.
"Im stepping into the shower, Ashley," she called out.
Locking the bathroom door, Carol sat her outfit down and removed the robe. Then she reached behind her, and after unclasping her bra, let it fall to the floor. Finally, she slid her fingers under the top of her black panties, and pulled them down her legs. She turned and saw her reflection in the mirror behind her, and her large, erect nipples. She was dying to let her new young friend suck on those nubs of flesh. She tilted her head down, and looked at her hairless crotch, and the light blue juices on her thighs. She was overflowing, and had to calm herself down.
Stepping into the shower, Carol gave the desired setting for her personal shower use, and let the cool water soothe her need. After she let the program run its course, she stepped out of the shower after the drying process, and looked over at her outfit. She picked up the small green panties, and slid them up her legs, nestling them over her sex. She could already feel the moistness returning to her crotch as her mind began to think about having its way with young Ashley. Next, she put on her own transparent nightie.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Carol saw Ashley walking toward her.
"Excuse me, Carol," Ashley sang to her in that voice, and entered the bathroom Carol had just left.
Turning to the barrier, Carol asked the girl a question. "Ashley, dear, would you like something to drink?"
"Yes, thank you," Ashley answered.
Carol walked to the kitchen area, and asked for two Zorian wines. Once the drinks where produced, she looked over her shoulder to the bathroom, and noted that Ashley was still in it.
Carefully, she slid her left hand into her panties, and began teasing her sex. She felt her hand become wet with her juices, but kept on going; finally, she felt the opening of her egg sack deep inside her womb, and almost immediately she could feel the liquid seeping down through her passages. As the hood of her clitoris opened, she felt it release its blue fluid on to her hand. By now, her breath had become shallow, and Carol was in need of release, but fought back her desire. First, she needed to have Ashley taste her, and then shed have all the pleasure she needed.
Removing her hand, Carol held the gooey, blue covered fingers over Ashleys drink, and let the blue slime drop into the girls drink. She then added a couple of fingers to mix her secretion in with the drink, and then washed her hands. She had timed it just right, as Ashley came out of the bathroom as Carol turned with the drinks.
"Here," she said, handing the young girl the spiked drink.
Carol felt a bit bad for taking advantage of a young Earther like Ashley, but she wanted the girl, and didnt want to waste all sorts of time chasing the girl around the ship like some lovesick Kempar. Besides, it wasnt like she had mated with the girl. After all, Carol wasnt going to feed Ashley her Patak egg. If she did, the human girl would become her wife.
Not that it was a bad idea, but Carol wasnt sure if she wanted to be mated just yet. Maybe if she and Ashley fell deeply in love, then she would mate with the girl before her tour was up. For now, she would have fun seeing how long the girl could fight the need to resist the Patak fluids. She was betting a day or two, tops. After all, that is how long her father made it, before caving in to her mother.
"Thanks, Carol," Ashley said to her, and Carol watched as the girl took a large drink of the wine. She fought back the urge to laugh when she saw Ashley smack her lips, tasting the hidden fluid in the wine.
"Its good, what is it?" she asked her.
Carol smiled. "Oh, just plain old Zorian wine," she lied.
Ashley wrinkled her forehead a bit at that. "Funny, it tasted different," the girl said, and took another drink.
Carol hadnt counted on Ashley having tasted Zorian wine. It was rather hard to come by in Earth Sector.
"Oh, its a new strain," Carol used as an excuse.
That seemed to put the girls mind at ease, and the two went into the living area, and sat down on the couch. The wine loosened the girl up, and they began to talk about their pasts. Carol noticed that at times, Ashley seemed to pause and her eyes seemed to get a far off look before she would answer a question about her past. She put it off to the effects of her Patak now in the girls system.
She did note that the girls nipples had become erect halfway into their conversation, and that Ashley squirmed a bit now and then. Carol also watched in amusement as the girl drained the last bits of the wine, and licked the glass clean. It almost made her push the girl to the ground, and take her right then and there, but she fought her urge, and grabbed the girls glass.
"Like a refill?" she asked as she leaned forward, letting Ashley look deep into the cleavage of her bosom.
"Yes, please," Ashley answered her in that wonderful voice.
Carol went back to the small kitchen area of the room, and again fixed the girls glass with both the wine and the blue liquid from her sex. This time, she added two large drops, and thought about a third, but left it at two so that she could return to the living area.
Something odd struck her about Ashley as they began talking again, once Carol gave the girl the refilled glass. Earlier, Ashley would pause before answering a question, but by the time she let the girl finish the second spiked glass, she noticed that the brief pauses became fewer and fewer. She and Ashley soon found themselves talking about their pasts freely, and the more she talked to the young, shy girl, the more Carol wanted her.
"I need to use the bathroom," Ashley told her, as she rose to her feet.
Carol saw the glazed look in the girls eyes, and the erect nipples on her large chest. She also saw that Ashleys breathing was deep, and that she was licking her lips rapidly, trying to taste more of the spiked juices.
Standing up, Carol made her way to the kitchen and the wine with Ashleys empty glass. She was going to give the girl one last drink, and then head for her bed. More and more urgently, She felt the need to jump the girl, but she wanted to make sure the girl was getting good and bonded to her fluids before taking her. That way, she wouldnt feel the heartache she had felt when her last lover left her.
Opening her robe, Carol slid her finger into the soaking wet panties, and into her sex. She dumped five large drops into Ashleys glass, mixed the spiked juices into the wine, and returned to the couch before her roommate.
Thomas licked his lips, and felt something gripping him. He was a bit buzzed from the wine, and saw that Carol had yet a third glass for him. Hed drink this one, and then head to bed. Still, it did have a nice taste to it. Thinking of it, he licked his lips again, and looked at his sexy roommate.
God, if he was in his male form, hed jump her right now. Hell, the way he was feeling right now, he just might do it anyway! Thomas couldnt remember the last time he was this horny!
Sitting down, he grabbed his glass and took a large drink from it, and savored the wonderful flavor of the wine, unaware that with every drink, he drew closer and closer to wanting more and more of the hidden fluids in it.
Carol let Ashley finish her drink, and then returned to talking about their pasts. She learned that Ashley had tested the third highest on the fight simulator at the Academy, and that the girl had even broken a record she herself had set years ago. That made her want the young woman even more.
Slowly, Carol slid her arm around Ashleys shoulders, and began to stroke her arm affectionately. She was pleased to hear the girl moan softly, and moved closer to her soon to be lover.
The smell of her sex was filling the air, and Carol could tell by the deep breaths that Ashley was making, that the girl was smelling her sex, and the juices between her legs. She also knew that in the back of the young raven haired girls mind, a connection to the spiked fluids in her drink and the odor of Carols sex had been made.
She brought her hand down to the girls full right breast, and began toying with it. She listened to the dreamy, soft moans of the young girl. Then Carol felt the girls head come to rest on her shoulder, and could hear the soft gentle sound of the girl snoring on her shoulder. She barked out a laugh at the girls reaction. It seemed the wine had been too strong for the girl. Still, this worked out for Carols plan better than she had hoped.
Gently pushing the sleeping girl back, Carol reached one of her hands down to her wet panties, and slid them into her sex. After toying with herself for a bit, she again brought out a handful of blue liquid, this one heavier than any of the others. She brought her covered hand to Ashleys nose, and let the girl take a deep breath as she slept. She watched as her roommates face wrinkled up, and a small dreamy smile filled the girls face as she took in the powerful odor of Carols Patak juices.
Then, softly, Carol smeared a large drop of the blue liquid under the girls nose, so that it would fill her every breath for the night. Then she added the rest to Ashleys small thin lips, and even let the girl suck on her finger just to let Ashley have yet another taste of her Patak flow. She was pleased at how Ashley sucked on her fingers like a newborn to its mothers nipple, and watched the girl for a bit just to study the reaction she was having to the juices.
Carol saw the girls slightly large nose flare and take in a deep breath, which drew the odor of the Patak into her, and the absentminded licking Ashley did with her lips just to renew the taste in her mouth. She knew that with this, and one more night of the same,
Ashley was going to fall deep into her web of desire for the young Ensign. She could hardly wait.
Then once all that was done, Carol shook the girl until she awoke, and told her it was time for bed, and that she had to be on duty at oh seven hundred, while Ashley was on at nine hundred hours.
Thomas staggered into his room. Each step he took seemed to take forever, and it caused him to take several deep breaths. As he took those breaths, his nostrils were overcome with a powerful female odor, but his drunken mind put it off as the fragrance of the room, and not the blue juices on his face. Still, he licked his lips and was rewarded with the sweet taste his body was slowly starting to crave. Somehow, he managed to make it to his bed without falling asleep on his feet, and set his alarm. Then, once his now long raven mane touched the pillow, he was sound asleep.
In her bedroom, Carol smiled, as she lay naked on her bed and brought herself to much desired relief. As she came one last time, she pictured herself in bed with the young raven haired beauty, and Ashley licking at her sex in hopes of getting a reward and a taste of her juices. It was the perfect image for her to fall asleep to, leading to some very peasant dreams.
Thomas pulled himself out of bed after the computer woke him up, and felt a strange warmth fill his body. Recalling that the suit he was wearing had some kind of weird half-life, and would dissolve into nothing, he arose out of bed and walked over the mirror above his small dresser. He looked at the large mounds of flesh under the nightie he was wearing, and saw what appeared to be sweat on it. He also saw by looking down at his left arm and hand that they, too, were covered with a layer of sweat. Rubbing his fingers together, he felt a spongelike feeling, and saw a flesh colored piece of the suit fall off his body.
"Computer, time!?" Thomas asked in panic. He just hoped Carol was gone. He didnt want to think of how he was going to explain who or what he was, just yet. At least this would all end today, as he knew by late that evening, the ship would dock at Gentra Station, and his nightmare would be over.
"Eight hundred hours," the computer said, giving Thomas the answer in Earth standards. Thomas felt a wave of relief fill him as he recalled that Carol had told him that she going on duty at seven hundred hours.
Forgetting his robe, Thomas walked out of his room and into the bathroom, all the while aware that his suit was breaking down rather quickly. He had thought the suit would wait until it was off to break down, but it was clear now that was not the case.
Passing through the bathroom doorway, Thomas quickly peeled off the now soaking wet nightie, and opened the stall to the shower.
"Computer, start shower program," Thomas yelled, as the oozing flesh-suit began to fall off his body. It was only then that Thomas recalled the ships listing for the standard cleaning program, and what he was going to have to put up with.
"Program activated. First, removal of synthetic covering, and then full cleaning session," the computer answered, as beams removed the melting suit from his flesh, while holding him inside a controlled force field.
Again, Thomas was forced to let the computer follow its program, and clean his body as if he were a woman. Thomas was going to have to make a mental note to program in a special personal program like Carol told him about last night. He didnt want to go thru his whole tour on this ship having to remember what shower program to use on him every time he used the shower. So, after washing his body with the flowery soap and shampoo, he was free of the shower program and able to leave the shower. As he left the stall, he noticed the last bits of the suit draining out of the bottom of the stall. One last clue about his nightmare fading away.
Out of the shower, Thomas saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was reminded of the flat feminine crotch he now had, until Tonya was able to apply the solvent to remove the bonding agent on him. He was also able to see that due to the suit dissolving away under the controlled force field, his body had been forced to retain its feminine shape until now. So, slowly, he watched as his body broke the mold of a womans waist, and slowly his body fat began to spread back out into his true shape.
That done, Thomas wrapped the towel around his waist, and bent down to pick up the wet nightie. It had a rather flowery odor to it from the dissolving skin suit, and he wasted no time in placing the suit in the wall cleaning unit, and set it to remove both the odor and the stain from the melted suit from the cloth. He half toyed with the idea of just dumping the suit into a waste unit, and let it be vaporized, but let the thought go; besides, maybe hed save the nightie for the payback he was planning for his friends.
Clean and out of the flesh suit, Thomas walked back to his bedroom. His thoughts centered mainly on getting out of the nightmare he was in, and how all this was going to be explained to the Captain after he was back in his male form. With Carls fathers stepsister off the ship, he wasnt too sure if the Captain was going to take the joke, plus there was the fact hed have to deal with Carol, and how she was going to react to having spent a day with a male dressed as a woman. He felt a blush fill his face as he recalled how the Lt. Commander had flirted with him last night, thinking he was a girl, and doubted that she would take the joke at all. Still, he only had less than fourteen hours left in this nightmare, and then he could go on with his life, and plan his revenge on his dear friends.
Payback was definitely going to be one hell of a bitch for his friends!
Stepping past the barrier field of his room, Thomas nose was assaulted by the same foul odor the nightie had. He looked at the bed sheets, and sighed. He had forgotten about waking up in the melting suit, and knew he was going to have to remove the sheets and clean them, as well. He also saw a large wet spot where he had been sleeping. He knew that part of it was the melted synthetic skin, and the other was from his urine during his sleep. He had to get rid of his bladder problem before it caused him any more trouble!
Thomas walked over to his dresser, and opened the drawer that he had placed the other nightie and panties in last night, before going out to talk with Carol. He then picked up the special hand gloves, and put them on his hands before removing the leather uniform from the drawer. The hand gloves fit loosely on him, and he was forced to fumble with the uniform as he put it on.
After pulling everything into place, he picked up the small silver pen-like device, and placed it to the locking mechanism, then felt the uniform begin to reshape him once again. The suits refitting lasted about two painful minutes, until once again, Thomas was back in the form of Ashley Dodds, newly assigned Ensign on the USS RAVEN, now with hands that would be acceptable to her captain.
"Time?" Thomas inquired, as he looked at the soiled bed.
"Eight hundred hours, forty minutes, Mistress Ashley," the computer answered.
Thomas groaned out loud. He was running dangerously late for his second day of duty on the ship, but he couldnt leave the bed in the shape it was in now. If he did, he knew that by the time his shift was over, the now foul smell would only be greater, and take longer to clean. So, he began removing the sheets, and then returned to the bathroom and to the cleaning unit. He saw that the nightie was now clean and removed it, then shoved the dirty sheets into the unit, and set it to clean. After that, he returned the now clean nightie to his room, and tossed it into the still open drawer.
"Refresh room," Thomas ordered, as he left his room and made his way out of his quarters and to the bridge. He just hoped he wasnt going to be late, as the high heels of the uniform he was wearing clicked down the hall toward the lift station to the bridge.
Carol turned as the lift doors to the bridge opened, and her roommate walked out. She winced before the Captain even spoke.
"ENSIGN DODDS!" the Captain barked at the late girl.
"Y-Yes, Maam?" her roommate stuttered. Carol shook her head. It was bad being late, but then calling the Captain Maam instead of Captain was just digging a deeper hole.
"Can you tell me what time your duty is to start?" the Captain barked again. Carol could tell by the tone in her Captains voice that she was very upset. She noticed that at least Ashley had not worn gloves today like yesterday, but she also saw that the girl lacked makeup or earrings to complete the requirements for the dress code.
"Nine hundred hours, Maam," Ashley answered, and again made the mistake of not using the Captains title.
"Correct, ENSIGN Dodds," the Captain said, stressing the rank to the girl. Carol noticed her roommate blush, and bet the girl had finally seen her error, but it was too late. She did smile to herself, noting how cute Ashley looked when she blushed.
"Computer, add fourteen points to Ensign Dodds file for failing to report to duty, and failure to comply with ship dress code," the Captain said, and turned her head from Ashley to the reports that the Yeoman was passing out.
Carol was happy to see her roommate stay silent as her punishment was handed out, and then after only a brief pause, saw her take her place at the ships controls.
She turned to the young Yeoman that was handing out the reports, and saw the second note about odd security breaches in some of the computers on the ship. Carol was happy to see that Chief Hamilton was looking into the cause of this breach, saying it might have something to do with an error that first showed up in medical. Still, she made a note to the Yeoman, saying that she was going to do a search herself, and see if perhaps the error might be a spy onboard the ship, instead. After that, she took her position at ships security station, and went about her duty. From time to time, she would look up at Ashley, and think about taking the young girl to bed.
Thomas was not making a good impression. First, he was late, and then he was told that he still was in violation of the ships dress code, and lastly, he had messed up twice in calling the Captain Maam instead of her rank. Then, on top of all that, as he was helping to pilot the ship through space, Thomas saw that it was off the course that should be taking them to Gentra Space Station; instead, they had gone two days in the other direction. And just when he thought it couldnt get any worse, Thomas felt a strong pressure placed on his bladder.
Looking up from his command station, Thomas turned and faced the Captain. "Captain, permission to leave my duty station and use the head," he asked, hoping that he could and wouldnt have to deal with losing control of his bladder in his seat.
After a long pause, the Captain looked at him before answering. "Granted," she said, and then turned back to the reports she had been studying.
Quickly, Thomas rose and walked in the high heels of his boots to the head area on the bridge. Once behind the barrier field, Thomas sat down on the toilet and released his bladder into the bowel. Then, mumbling a few heartfelt curses at his friends, he wiped himself and stood again. Before leaving the bathroom, he knew it was going to be a long day, as he would be forced to use this restroom several times before his duty was up.
Once hed finished, Thomas returned to his station and checked all the sensors to make sure nothing had gone wrong while he was gone, then looking over at the other Ensign, Thomas saw that it was Marie. Leaning over, Thomas whispered in a quiet voice to his fellow Ensign.
"Where are we going?" he said softly, forgetting that not all the ears on the bridge were human.
"Computer, assign nine more points to Ensign Dodds file," the Captain said in a harsh tone. Thomas jumped in his seat at the sound of her voice.
"Had you been on time, ENSIGN, you would have known that we are heading for the Jirlo home world, to pick up this ships new second in command," the Captain told him.
Thomas remained silent until he was again forced to deal with his bladder problem. Hoping his speaking out of turn hadnt done any serious damage, he turned in his seat and looked at the Captain. He saw his roommate Carol shake her head at him that it was not a good time to bother her.
"Captain?" Thomas asked anyway. His bladder was dangerously close to release. He almost regretted speaking when the Captain looked up and her eyes narrowed at him.
"Yes?" she said to him in a sharp tone.
"I need to use the head again," Thomas said, and felt his face turn red.
"Denied," the Captain said flatly, and returned to her reports.
"But..." Thomas began to say, but stopped when she looked up at him. The look in her eyes told him one more word was going to get him in serious trouble. Then he saw Carol do something from her station, and turn to the Captain.
"Captain?" she said, as she looked at her command pad and then at the Captain.
"Yes, Carol?" the Captain said in a softer tone.
"I should mention that Ensign Dodds told me last night that her Academy friends gave her a drug that makes it so she needs to use the bathroom quite often," she said.
Thomas knew that was a lie; he didnt recall telling her that last night. He saw the Captain look at him, and then at Carol.
"I have a report from the Doctor detailing it," Carol said to the Captain. Thomas knew that must have been how Carol learned of that; it seems that the doctor that had helped him yesterday must have made a report about it.
"Very well, you my use the head from now on without bothering me, just make sure to tell Ensign Bellows youre leaving, and shell man the ships healm while youre gone. I dont have time to be bothered every time you need to go," the Captain said, and then narrowed her sharp eyes at him.
"I guess this is why you where late for duty?" the Captain questioned.
It was his chance, but Thomas wasnt about to lie to her. "No, Captain, it was not," he said, and saw a brief smile on his Captains lips before the stern commanding face returned.
"Very well," the Captain said, waving her hand to the head before looking back down at her reports.
So from then on, whenever he needed to use the facilities, Thomas would whisper to Marie that he was leaving, and then retreat to release his bladder. By the end of his duty section, Marie was able to take over without him saying a word, as the timing of his uncontrolled bladder showed a definite pattern to the bridge crew.
Thomas had just finished relieving himself, and was changing over the control of the ship to the next duty section, when the Captain spoke to him again. "Ensign Dodds," she said, getting his attention.
"Yes, Captain?" Thomas answered, looking up at the striking figure of his commanding officer.
"Please report to the Doctor after your shift, and have her see what can be done about what your friends did to you. I cant have you leaving the bridge this often if we come under attack," she added, and before Thomas could answer, she and Carol left the bridge to go prepare for the arrival of the new second in command.
He and Marie both rode the transport tube from the bridge, and before heading to the Doctor, Thomas stopped by his room and grabbed the key to his suit. Then he made his way to the medical section of the ship.
Walking into the infirmary, Thomas saw a woman working at one of the tables. He saw that the woman was dressed in a black and gray uniform, the gray making a V down the backside of her uniform, and no doubt, in the front as well.
"Chief?" Thomas said in his annoying female voice. Hed have to put up with that voice until Tonya came aboard the ship. He wasnt going to be looking forward to going on duty with that voice. He also needed to find a way to get to his funds, and get access to a new uniform before going on duty.
"Yes?" the Chief answered, as she looked up and saw Ensign Dodds. Thomas looked at the woman in her mid-thirties, with short black hair that matched his own dyed hair, and smiled. She was cute, but he saw the wedding band on her finger.
"I need to see the Doctor," Thomas said, looking around the room. He saw two nurses, but not even a junior doctor on duty.
"Im right here," said the voice of who Thomas thought was the same junior doctor whod seen him yesterday, as she popped up from the other side of the medical bed.
"Umm, I need to have you look me over," Thomas said.
"Sure," the Doctor said, and began walking over to the next table. Thomas followed her.
Once they crossed the center of the room, Thomas saw the Doctor pick up a small scanning device. "I need your name," the Doctor told him.
"Ensign Dodds, Maam," Thomas answered, and saw the woman enter something into her pad. He wondered what she was doing. Thomas had yet to tell her with why he needed her help.
"Sorry, I just need to check things over before we go any further. Yesterday, I found out that some of the readings I took had the wrong findings," the Doctor said to him with a chuckle. "It seemed for some odd reason that all the scanners wanted to identify testicles as ovaries, and I gave our head engineer a scare after saying HER ovaries where fine, and SHE could have a baby. It took the engineers wife two hours to calm her spouse down. So the Chief and I have been fixing the glitch in the system all day," the Doctor said with a smile as she ran the scanner up and down his feminine looking body. Once she was finished, the Doctor looked at her findings, and smiled.
"I see," she said, and entered something else into her pad.
"Umm, what?" Thomas asked.
"Ill make a note to change your file, and note your correct sex," the Doctor said, as she leaned close to him, causing Thomas to blush deeply. He just hoped that no one else heard the Doctor say there was an anomaly to what his sex appeared to be.
"Thank you," Thomas whispered to her, and looked around the room. The two nurses were far away, and the Chief was putting the cover panel back on the medical table near the door.
"I need your help fixing the chemical in my system that makes me urinate every hour and a half," Thomas said with a blush. The Doctor made more notes in her pad.
"Could I have a privacy field, please?" he asked, feeling his face turn bright red. He was willing to bet it was brighter than ever before. The Doctor smiled at him, and hit the key on the console, raising the orange field around the table.
Doctor Angie Davis smiled to herself as the young man opened his palm, and revealed a small silver pen. She had to say, this male was really going all out to comply with ship standards; he looked very natural, with only a few signs of his true sex showing through. It was clear to her that the young man wanted to appear as naturally female as he could.
She made a point to help the poor dear as best as she could.
Angie saw the young Ensign touch the pen to the collar of the uniform, and was amazed to see the leather uniform lose its feminine shape. Perhaps she was wrong about the boy, and he wanted to remain male, she thought as she watched him strip off the garment. She noticed even the hands were fake, and revealed large male hands once the gloves were off the Ensigns body. It was then that she saw something that told her that she had been right about the young man. Between his legs was a feminine looking crotch. When she raised the scanner to the crotch area, causing the young man to blush again, she saw that the boy had used some kind of cheap bonding agent that wouldnt last very long, and that hed have to undergo repeated bonding during his tour.
Angie made a note on her pad that the boy had no female hormones in his body, and that he wished to retain his true sex in all but form. Carefully, she turned to the main console and entered her findings as she pulled up the Ensigns file. She noted several demerits from the Captain, as well as a very detailed note about the boy in his file; it seemed the poor young man had messed up with the Captain. Angie saw this, and knew she had to help the poor boy just like she had helped her husband and many others since coming onboard. As with him, she made sure to enter into the medical log that the boy wished to retain his manhood, but seemed happy having a female body.
With annoyance, Angie saw her screen jump a few times as the Ensigns file was pulled up. It was as if the computer was still acting up, even after she and the Chief had spent hours fixing the problem with it. Finally, she was able to get his complete file up, but just as she was about to look at it, the young man spoke up.
"What do you need me to do?" he asked, while trying to cover his naked crotch.
Angie had to chuckle at that. "Just hop up on the table, and Ill get you fixed up," she said, as she walked over to a small table to get the medicine shed need to help the boy.
When she turned around, Angie saw the young man was lying on the table, and then she walked over to it and pushed the button on the end of the table, thereby turning on the force shields to hold the young man down as she and her machines did their respective jobs.
"W-What are you doing?" the young man asked her, in a panicked voice.
Angie shook her head. This one seemed frightened.
"Relax, I just need you to remain perfectly still so I can remove the bonding agent on your groin, and retrieve your testicles," she said, calming the young man, but also using this time to key in a command to flood the boys system with sedatives to calm him down.
"Oh," the young man all but mumbled, as the drugs now entering his system began to work.
Angie turned on the large machine hanging above the table, and set the requested commands into the unit. A chime told her that the injector next to the table was finished with the blocking agent, and she walked over to get it. At the table, she also picked up one of the coin-like gel packs filled with a synthetic female hormone that would help the young man feel relaxed in his soon to be female form, but not impair his manhood in any way. Just like the chief engineer, this boy would look like a woman, but be able to perform as a man in bed.
Once she was back over to the table, Angie laid down her tools, and pushed the command to clean off the boys groin area for her to work. She saw the boys manhood fall free from its imprisoned bond. Angie then picked up the injector, and pushed her hand into the field around the young mans body. As her hand passed harmlessly thru the field, due to the fact that she was part of the medical staff, she injected the boys left and right testicles with the blocking agent, and then brought her hands back out of the field.
That shot would do two things for the young man. First, it would prevent any bleeding of the synthetic hormones into his system, and second, it would prevent the bio-reducer from permanently damaging the size of his cock or balls.
Next Angie picked up her laser scalpel, and cut a small hole in the left hip of the boys body, then placed the gel-pack in it. Then she used the laser to repair the cut, and heal the scarred flesh. With that completed, Angie turned in her seat, and pushed the button that started up the machine overhead.
"There, now we can get you into a more feminine body, dear," Angie said, as the purple ray of the machine kicked in, covering the boys body with its fine glow of energy. A narrow pink beam of light filled the center of the boys body, focusing its power on the limp piece of flesh between his legs.
"Hey, Angie, come here for a second, will you?" Chief Hamilton asked from behind the field.
Looking back, Angie saw that the pink beam had shut off, having done its work, and the purple beam of the cellular reconstructor was working its magic on the rest of the body, so she saw no reason now for the field, and shut it down.
"Kaila, finish this up, will you?" she said, as she went to join the Chief over at the main computer terminal by her desk.
Thomas was freaking out. He couldnt move a muscle on his body, and he could feel the strange light affecting his body. That, and he could recall the Doctor saying something about giving him a more feminine body.
From the corner of his eye, Thomas saw a young, blue skinned Toraran walk up to him. Nurse Kaila Tsku looked at the readout display on the human before her. She saw that the file listed the human as male, but could see that he had asked the doctor to give him a female body. She saw the screen in front of her jump a bit before going back to normal, and hoped the Chief would finish working her magic on the operating systems soon. It was starting to get on her nerves, the way every machine seemed to have a mind of its own lately.
Turning around, Kaila saw that the doctor had left the lid off the jar containing the synthetic hormones. Looking back over at the small display screen, Kaila saw that the human wished to be completely female, and that several of the readings on the file were not matching what the Doctor had entered. Picking up two gel-packs, Kaila used one of her other three hands to enter in the correct settings for the human, and then walked over to the soon to be female form of her fellow crewmember. She loved helping others find their hearts desire for what should be their correct sex, and would welcome her new sister when everything was finished.
Since the machine altering the human was set for human DNA, Kaila didnt have to shut it off so that she could insert the hormone gel-pack into the humans body, and then have to restart the machine. After placing the two packs into the right hip of the human, and healing the cut she had to make on his flesh, she turned to the keyboard and entered the last set of commands that would transform the human.
Suddenly, however, the humans mouth opened, and the machine began to hum oddly at her.
"AHHHHHH!" the human cried out, and Kaila saw the machine going haywire on her. Quickly, she tired to shut it down. But whatever was affecting some of the simple functions of the medical center chose this moment to affect larger, more important machines.
"DOCTOR, COME QUICKLY!" Kaila shouted, as she saw the readout table on the human change from what she had seen before, and saw her error.
Angie heard the sound of panic in her nurses voice, and left the Chief alone to see what was going on. Halfway to the table, she saw the machine over Ensign Dodds was showering the boy with purple and green beams of light, and that was not what she had programmed into the machine.
Running over to the table, Angie saw that the first part of the program she had entered for the Ensign had worked. He now had the breasts, waist, and bone structure of the female he had designated himself as, but his body was undergoing more changes. The breasts grew a bit larger, and she saw that the young officers face was undergoing major changes. Changes she had not entered into the program.
"What did you do?" she asked her worried nurse.
"I just completed what I thought was a total gender change to him, but then the file changed, and showed what you had entered, but I cant get it to stop!" her nurse screamed.
Angie panicked now, herself. As fast as she could, she brought up both what she had entered, and what the machine was now doing, and tried to find a way to stop it from finishing the job. She could see major damage was done to the young mans body, that might take one of the cellular machines of Wikhm IIV to restore him to what he had been before. She also saw that the Ensign had undergone some earlier changes to his body that might prevent any cure from what her machines were now doing to him.
After some careful study of what was going on, Angie saw that nothing she was doing seemed to be helping the seemingly ex-male, and worse, his life signs had dropped in the last few seconds; they showed no signs of going back up. Moving from that screen to the other side of the table, she changed her focus from stopping the machine to saving the Ensigns life, but she managed to give one last command before focusing all her attention on his life.
"Mel, jet your ass over here, and shut that fucking machine off before it kills the poor Ensign!" she yelled, as she began entering commands into the computer, and prayed that it would do its job and help save his life.
Thomas felt pain fill every cell in his body. He felt different, and could see the twin soft pink mounds of flesh jutting out farther from his chest than the suits had done. He knew that the machine had done something to him; it made him look like a woman, but what else had it done? He had heard the nurse sob, saying that she thought the Doctor wanted him totally female. From the pain he was in, he sure felt like his manhood had been ripped from his body.
Suddenly, a new face filled his vision. It was the face of the Chief; Thomas hoped that the Chief could undo the damages to his body.
"Shit, what in the hell is going on!?" the shorthaired Chief yelled, and Thomas wished he could answer her.
Angie saw Chief Hamilton look at the screen, and then at the Ensign. She could see the fear in the young womans eyes.
"Fucking shit!" Chief Hamilton swore, as she began to hit several buttons on the table command pad, but when that didnt work, Angie saw Mel duck under the table, and could hear her tearing open an access panel.
She just hoped that they were in time. The Ensigns life signs were dropping fast, and it was all she could do to keep him alive long enough for Chief Hamilton to work her magic. Suddenly, she saw the green light reappear over the body of her patient.
Thomas could now hear the sounds of bones breaking, and could feel them changing under the color of the purple and green beam. Something had caused the green beam to go back on for some reason, and he opened his mouth to let out one last cry, before darkness overtook him.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried, in the blood curdling voice of
Ashley Dodds, as his world became total black. His last thought was that all he hoped now was that he could wake up from the darkness. Male or female, Thomas vowed mentally that he would survive, somehow, onboard the Raven. Somehow, he would find a way, no matter what.
Then he fell into a deep, death-like sleep, as three bodies fought above him to keep him alive.
End of part two
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