Sickbay

After a relentless battery of tests, blood samples, tissue samples, and injections, you're finally able to get some rest. The nurse gave you a libido suppressant until your hormones stabilize, and your head is finally feeling clear for the first time since changing back into a male body. On the bio-bed next to you, Ensign Calhoun is resting peacefully. The readout above his head show his hormones are finally levelling out. The Captain and her science officer have been in the medical lab with Dr. McCoy for a few hours now working on a way to reverse the transformation process. You are just about to dose off when the lab door opens. Out walks the Doctor and fem-Spock, now wearing a properly fitting blue-skirt uniform, followed by a smiling Captain Kirk, his male body fully restored. Instinctively, you and Calhoun both sit up and look in their direction.

"Captain!" you both say in unison. The relief you feel from seeing him fully recovered and his male physique restored is mixed with a pang of guilt over what you did to him when he still had a woman's body.

"Gentlemen, it's great to be back. Thanks to Mr. Spock and Dr. McCoy, I feel like my old self again," the Captain says as he claps his hand on Dr. McCoy's shoulder and gives fem-Spock a playful tap on the ass.

"Captain, I... I'm sorry, I..." you blurt out, your guilt getting the better of you. Unsure how to apologize to someone for using them as a fuck-toy, you let your words trail off and look down in embarrassment. He walks over to your bio-bed and sits down next to you.

"It's okay, Doe. I know why you did what you did. You don't have anything to feel guilty about. Besides..." He leans over and whispers in your ear, "A part of me enjoyed it." Your eyes widen at the Captain's admission as he stands back up and turns to you again. "...but don't tell anyone I said that, Crewman. That's an order, understood?"

"Understood sir," you respond crisply.

"Alright, Calhoun. You're next," says Dr. McCoy brusquely. "Come on, let's put your body back the way it was before you beamed down."

"Um, Dr. McCoy...?" Calhoun asks hesitantly, his voice a little shaky. You've never seen Calhoun look this nervous about anything before. "I think I would rather stay... like this."

"You mean, keep your male anatomy? Are you sure that's what you want?" the Doctor asks.

"Yes," Calhoun says with a little more confidence. "It's something I've secretly wanted for quite some time, long before this mission. I never truly felt comfortable in my body before. Now my body just feels... right to me."

"Well, there's no medical reason why you can't stay the way you are now. If it's what you really want, I don't need to keep you here any longer. You're free to go." He turns to you now, "You too, Doe. You're both cleared for duty. Now, go back to your quarters and get a good night's sleep. Spock?" He turns to the Vulcan and signals for her to follow him as he walks back to the lab. She moves to follow him, but the Captain stops her.

"Um, Dr. McCoy, it's... getting late and I... need to go over some... details... with Spock in my quarters. Perhaps you should... get some sleep and... take care of Spock in the morning," the Captain says in his weirdly dramatic way of speaking. He looks at the two of them. Fem-Spock raises an eyebrow. the Doctor raises an eyebrow back. Kirk flashes a mock-innocent smile.

Dr. McCoy shakes his head and turns away. "Fine," he says exasperatedly, muttering under his breath as the Captain leaves with his femme first officer in tow. "Goddamn kinky Vulcan sex shit." He then turns to you and Calhoun and scowls in your direction. "Why are you two still taking up valuable bed space? Didn't I tell you you're clear for duty? Get the fuck out of my Sickbay!"