You Volunteer to Go First

"Mister Spock is right, sir. I should go first," you hear yourself say. You sound remarkably calm considering how your stomach is tying itself in nervous knots over the prospect of having your DNA rewritten and your organs scrambled, but your sense of duty outweighs your sense of self-preservation. Before fem-Kirk can object, you strip off your red uniform tunic and underwear and step into the alcove with an air of confidence you wish you actually felt.

"Get out of there, mister! You don't know what that thing will do to you," shouts fem-Kirk.

"I'm sorry sir, but your safety comes before mine. I'm just doing my job," you respond truthfully. For a moment she opens her mouth to argue, but then closes it again and nods in resignation.

"Okay Doe, you win. Come on, let's get you strapped in." fem-Kirk steps into the alcove with you to fasten the restraints around your waist, chest, and arms. Her naked body presses against yours in the tight space as she tightens your straps. You feel a wetness between your thighs as the feel of her flesh against yours inadvertently stirs your arousal. As she steps back, you almost feel sad to leave this feminine body behind.

"I'm ready," you say after taking a deep breath and bracing yourself for whatever is about to happen.

"Initiating transformation sequence... now," announces fem-Spock as she presses several unlabeled buttons on the control panel. The whirring noise grows louder and louder until it is the only thing you can hear. The circular floor and ceiling of the alcove illuminate, and a tingling sensation crawls along your skin. An ice cold lump forms in the pit of your stomach. You feel like the muscles and bones in your body are being kneaded like dough. Your chest feels like it's being pulled tight like the head of a drum, and a sharp pain rips through your crotch as if something is forcing its way out. You try to cry out in pain, but your lungs are frozen and your jaw feels like it's wired shut. Your head spins and your vision blurs. Darkness creeps in at the corners of your sight. Gradually, the whirring fades and the lights dim. All strength leaves your body as it goes slack in the restraints.