Left

"Captain, I hear machinery to the left. I think we should see if there's anything there that could help us escape," you whisper over your shoulder.

"A hasty assumption. However, our options are somewhat limited," says fem-Spock in her annoyingly cold and expressionless voice.

"Okay, Doe, lead the way. We're right behind you," says the Captain decisively.

Silently, you make your way down the left corridor. The whirring, humming and chirping of alien technology grows louder as you near the end of the passageway. Around the corner, you find a room with large computer banks with several screens and colorful arrays of buttons and flashing lights against the walls. In the corner stands a metallic cylindrical alcove just large enough for one person to stand in. The curved inner wall of the alcove has a roughly human-shaped outline with straps attached to it at the waist, chest, and arms.

"Fascinating," you hear the Vulcan woman say behind you. Lifting up her tricorder, she scans the computer banks and alcove and studies the readout carefully. "Captain, this appears to be some sort of transformation chamber. This device scans and alters the DNA of the subject strapped inside the alcove and then alters the subject's biology on the cellular level, rebuilding tissue and organs to conform to the altered DNA."

"Spock... are you saying that this device... may be what transformed us into women?" asks fem-Kirk with a few unnecessary dramatic pauses.

"That would be a reasonable deduction, Captain," says fem-Spock dryly.

"Can you... reprogram it to change us... back into men?" asks fem-Kirk.

"I cannot guarantee success, Captain, but I believe I can program the correct sequence to..."

"Get on it, Spock," says the Captain, cutting off what was likely going to be a lengthy explanation filled with technobabble that you wouldn't understand anyway.

You stand guard while fem-Spock meticulously taps away at the control panels, occasionally pausing to take scans with her tricorder and squint at the alien text on the monitors.

"I believe I have it, Captain," she finally announces. "This genetic resequencing algorithm should transform our female genetic code and anatomy to male. However, one of us will need to be restrained inside the alcove in order to test it, and all clothing must be removed so as not to risk it fusing with the subject's tissue."

"Okay, Spock. I'll be your guinea pig," said fem-Kirk as she pulls off her gold uniform tunic, freeing her firm breasts and delicate pink nipples.

"Captain, may I suggest that Crewman Doe be the initial test subject? It would be illogical for you to place yourself at such risk, and doing so will greatly reduce the likelihood of our escape," fem-Spock interjects as the Captain slips off her underwear.

"No, Spock. I'm the Captain, and the safety of those under my command are my responsibility. I should be the one to test this thing to make sure it's safe!" fem-Kirk argues emphatically.

"The most logical way to ensure the safety of those under your command is to avoid taking unnecessary risks. Starfleet regulations state..."

"To hell with regulations!" fem-Kirk shouts back at the unflappable Vulcan. As the two of them argue, you wrestle with your own sense of duty. As a member of the Starfleet Security branch it is your duty to keep the Captain out of harm's way, but you have no idea what this alien contraption will do to you. Part of you would gladly let the Captain volunteer to be the first to be strapped into this machine, but another part of you agrees with Spock, as annoying as she is.