



Cadet  Survey

                                                            by  Waldo

1.  Chapter    The Problem



"Corbin, beam me up now!" was transmitted from the radio of the person
encased in the standard issue Starfleet spacesuit.  The space traveller
was standing next to a cave in a cliff face on the dying planet,
Mongol72B4 as clouds of red dust swirled around him.  In the distance a
large chunk of the cliff face was cracking and slowly separating from
the face.

After about thirty seconds, the person transmitted again "Corbin, this
planet is going to explode in less than seven minutes.  Transport me up
now.  Come on buddy, get me out of here."

After ten seconds, the person transmitted "Computer, this is Cadet
Wesley Crusher.  Activate Transport Sequence 3-13 and transport me from
this planet to the Transport Pad of the U.S. Stargazer4."

When there was no response in another ten seconds, the person
transmitted "Computer, respond.  What is occurring on the Stargazer4
that is interfering with my request?"

After about five seconds, the person transmitted "Attention U.S.
Stargazer4.  This is Cadet Wesley Crusher, security code A7Aplq4BRN.
Activate Emergency Pilot."

Two seconds later, there was a burst of static and a monotone voice
replied "This is the Emergency Pilot, U.S. Stargazer4.  State the
nature of the emergency."

"What is going on up there?  Where is Cadet Corbin?  Why is the
computer not responding?" asked a rushed Wesley as he observed part of
the cliff face fall into the valley where he was waiting, creating more
red dust to swirl around in the wind storm.

"Just a moment.  I need to collect and analyse data.  For some reason,
I am not able to directly obtain information from the main Computer.
Processing.  Processing.  Processing.  It appears that the U.S.
Stargazer4 was hit by a Class4 Meteorite and did not have it's shields
up.  Shields were down because the command pilot was repairing the Jkr4
module.  The Stargazer4 is only a 2 person, unmanned reconnaissance
long range exploration starship; the Stargazer4 has extensive damages
because of the size and destructive force of the meteorite.  Cadet
Corbin is unconscious from where he hit his head as he bounced around
the cabin.  The Main Computer has damaged processor chips, damaged data
storage banks, and has shut down most processes.  Long range radio is
unfunctional.  Because I am not able to use the main computer's
processing power, my own capabilities are limited to my relatively
small database and chip-set programming.  Unable to perform 83 percent
of most functions; and have a reliability factor of 72 percent on any
assigned task.  Is there anything else that you need?"

"Holy shit!  Transport me off of this planet and onto the ship."

"Processing.  Please Wait.  Computer Interface is down.  Alternative
connections indicate that the Transporter only has a 27 percent power
availability as a result of the damage.  Time to recharge, using solar
energy is 3.7 years.  Transporter requires a minimum of 45.3 percent
power at burst rate mode.  Request denied."

"This planet is going to explode.  Re-direct all power to the
Transporter."

"Accomplished.  Power level now 29.3 percent.  Still insufficient to
accomplish Transporter command.  Request denied."

The air was quite for about thirty seconds as Wesley thought about the
options and what could be done to get him off of the planet.  Then he
said "Emergency Pilot, does the computer databank still maintain a
record of my body's genetic DNA structure and bio-polarization patterns
from my last transport; which was when I transported down to this
planet?"

"Negative.  That record had not yet been transferred to the long term
storage sub-area and was destroyed when the computer was damaged.
However I do remember seeing some previous records with your last name
associated with them in data-bank area 2-04ZRM as I did my wake-up
analysis.  Newest record available of anyone's pattern is less than
five weeks old.  Next request.

"Emergency pilot.  Follow my explicit commands.  I order you to recall
the most recent Transporter pattern for Crusher, reload into the
Transporter, and initiate Transporter emergency sequence 4-12,
emergency override."

"Processing.  Recalled latest Transporter pattern with last name,
Crusher.  Loaded to Transporter memory.  Sequence checking started.
Sequence checking completed.  Received Class 1 Warning from
Transporter, requesting abort of sequence.  Also received other
warnings in Classes 2 and 4.  Do you want me to read the 127 different
warning messages to you?  Waiting for instructions."

"Ignore warnings.  Continue with my commands.  Security code
A7Aplq4BRN."

"Acknowledged.  Sequence procedure requires me to notify the initiator
that the requested sequence will only transport the mental
electro-magnetic patterns and re- associate those patterns with
previously recorded physiological patterns.  Sequence is a non-standard
Transporter sequence and frequently results in loss of cognition.
Waiting for acknowledgment that you are aware of the documented
warnings."

"Understand.  Record for broadcast.  This is Cadet Wesley Crusher.
Cadet Walter Corbin and I were assigned to survey planets with unstable
cores and to plant survey equipment.  This was the last of five
assigned planets.  I transported down to the planet to set up survey
equipment.  While setting up the survey equipment, this planet was hit
with strong solar flares, causing me to seek shelter for a couple of
hours in a cave.  Now my equipment indicates that this planet's demise
is going to occur within the next couple of minutes.  My team member is
injured and unable to assist in recovering me from this planet.  The
computer is unfunctional and the Emergency Pilot has limited
functionality.  Because the Transporter has insufficient power to
transport me back to the ship, I have instructed the Emergency Pilot to
initiate Transporter emergency sequence 4-12, emergency over-ride.
This sequence concentrates on the mental facilities of the selected
individuals and ignores the physical characteristics.  The mental
characteristics will be merged with a previously recorded physical and
DNA pattern.  In other words, my body will not be transported; only my
memories and brain patterns.  I have instructed the computer to find
the latest Transporter pattern for myself and to load that pattern into
the Transporter.  The Transporter sequence will merge the transported
portions with the database recordings of my body.  I understand and
recognize that initializing this procedure can result in a lower
cognition pattern.  I accept that in ordering this Transporter sequence
that I may have a reduced mental process or faculty of knowing, which
may affect my mental capabilities so that I do not have normal
awareness, perception, reasoning, and judgement.  However, I do not have
any other choice.  Emergency Pilot Initiate Transporter process, then
initiate Escape sequence 1-Rager-4 to get the ship out of this
exploding planet's range.  Crusher out."

"Acknowledged.  Initiating."

Down on the planet, Crusher looked up at the sky through his spacesuit
visor.  For only a brief moment, he had the opportunity to think about
his decision.  Although it was possible to do what he requested, all
Starfleet procedures prohibited the Transporter process.  He knew and
accepted the potential fact that he would never be the same person
again.


2.  Chapter    The Implementation



There was the familiar mental buzzing as the Transporter grabbed him,
the momentary darkness and void when his atoms were disassembled, and
then the buzz in his ears as he was re-assembled on the small ship's
Transporter pad, which was nothing more than a small area just behind
the Pilot and Co-pilot chairs.

As he re-gained control of his body, he felt himself falling to the
hard floor.  The small transport pad was dark as was the rest of the
ship where all power had been transferred to the Transporter equipment.
He could feel the ship jerk as the Emergency Pilot guided the ship away
from the planet.  In the dim starlight, he could see the control panel
and front window.  The only light on the ship was coming in from the
window.  He reached out and found a ledge to help him balance himself
as he stood.  He felt very light-headed from the transport, but if that
was the only bad effect, he was very lucky.  Using the wall to balance
himself, he walked to the front of small ship.

In the dim light, he could see a body slumped down in the pilot chair
and he knew that it was Corbin.  There was no hologram image of the
Emergency Pilot, only the computer voice.  Small ships did not have the
holograph equipment and could only provide an audio voice of the
program which ran on a small, separate computer system.  He sat down in
his chair and fumbled in the dark for the control panel.  With no Main
Computer, he would have to guide the ship in the dark.  He could see a
small green-lit display and watched as it recorded the ship's present
position and distance.  After watching it for five seconds, he knew
that he was far enough away from the planet and found the control
membrane.  As he pressed the very familiar buttons, the ship slowed and
turned so that he could see the planet that he had been standing on,
only seconds ago.  As he watched, there was an explosion and the planet
exploded into a gigantic fireball.

He watched until the only thing left was a very large dust cloud.  Then
he reached for the control panel and starting pressing membranes to
restore power and lights to the pilot area.

As the lights came on, he smiled as the lights lit up the interior of
the small spaceship.  Then he turned his head slowly and his momentary
glee faded as he looked at the unconscious body of Ensign Corbin.
Corbin's face was pale and there was fresh blood on his forehead.

As Wesley looked at Corbin, a lock of long red hair fell across
Wesley's face.  With one quick motion, he pushed it back up on his
head.  As he did that simple reflex motion, he realized that something
was wrong.

His hair had always been the normal dark, short cadet hairstyle.  He
didn't have long red hair.

He looked down at his body and realized that he was wearing a Starfleet
officer's uniform instead of his normal cadet uniform.  The uniform he
had on, had a black and red tunic instead of the normal black and
yellow tunic.  And there were two very obviously female breasts
underneath his tunic.  He turned his head rapidly looking at the
spaceship windows for a reflected image.  As he turned his head
quickly, another lock of long red hair fell across his forehead.
Looking at the window, he could see a reflected image of the person
sitting in the command chair.  The person sitting in the chair was him,
but the image being reflected was the image of his mother, Doctor
Beverly Crusher.

"Emergency Pilot", he said in a high pitched voice that he immediately
recognized as his mother's voice, even with the slightly different tone
caused by his anxiety.

"Activated.  Standing by."

"This is not my body."

"Evaluating.  Processing.  Correct assumption.  Reviewing the internal
documentation associated with the specified Transporter database file
indicates that the DNA structure is a copy of Doctor Crusher.  Is
something wrong?"

"Yes, you damn computer." he screamed in a high pitched voice,
recognizing that he was panicking.  He took a deep breath and said in a
controlled voice "This is not my body.  I requested my body's pattern."

"Negative.  Replaying command"

From the speakers, he heard his normal male voice as the replay said
"Emergency pilot.  Follow my explicit commands.  I order you to recall
the most recent Transporter pattern for Crusher, reload into the
Transporter, and initiate Transporter emergency sequence 4-12,
emergency over-ride."

Then the Emergency Pilot's voice said "This is the most recent
Transporter pattern for Crusher from where she visited this vessel six
weeks ago.  There are several patterns in the storage database and
there was a pattern for Wesley Crusher that is two weeks older.
However, your command required the most recent Crusher pattern that was
in the databases that were not destroyed.  Per your explicit
instructions, that pattern was determined to be the last pattern for
Crusher and it was loaded into the Transporter per your explicit
commands.  Waiting for instructions."

"Activate Emergency Doctor program."

"Cannot maintain multiple Emergency programs.  Shutting down Emergency
Pilot program.  Activating Emergency Doctor program."

Two seconds later, the speaker voice continued but changed tone
"Activated.  Good Day.  This is the Emergency Doctor program.  How may
I assist you, Doctor Crusher?"

"I am not my mother.  Review the most recent ship logs."

"Processing.  Processing.  Identification modified.  How may I assist
you, Cadet Crusher?"

"I must get my body back.  What can be done?"

"Processing options.  Nothing at this time.  Resources to split the
merged components back into individual components and then blend the
mental facilities into a reconstructed DNA carbon copy of your real
body, are not available on this ship.  Only a Starfleet base hospital
would have those resources.  How may I assist you?"

Wesley slumped in his seat and tapped his now, long, slender fingers
against the control panel.  He stared at the long, manicured
fingernails, coated with the bright red fingernail polish as he
wondered why it took him several seconds to recognize that he was not
in his body.  Then he remembered that a projected potential problem
would be mental confusion.

He said "Please examine this body for physical and psychological
problems."

"Processing."

There were several light patterns emitted from the hidden medical
instruments and he felt a warmth as his new body was examined.  Then
the computer said "Processing complete.  Diagnosis is excellent for a
42 year old female body.  No problems noted in examination.  How may I
assist you?"

"Examine Cadet Corbin."

"Processing."

The same several light patterns emitted from the hidden medical
instruments as Corbin's unconscious body was examined.  Because this
was only a two person ship, it did not have the extensive holographic
facilities that the Enterprise had; and the Emergency Doctor/Pilot
programs were voice only; with limited main computer interface.  Then
the computer said "Cadet Corbin has a concussion.  Diagnosis is
favourable for complete recovery.  Immediate recommendation is to
bandage the cut on the forehead and to let him sleep, until such time
as consciousness returns."

"No shit, sherlock." said a very disgruntled Wesley.

"Processing.  There is a trace of recent urine in Cadet Corbin's
trousers but traces of feces were not observed.  Do not understand
sherlock request."

"It's an old earth saying.  Deactivate.  Emergency Pilot.  Activate."

"Processing completed.  Waiting for instructions."

"Plot a course for the nearest Starfleet Base Hospital.  Activate Long
Range Communications."

"Course plotted.  However, review of resources indicate that the
Stargazer4 does not have sufficient power to reach destination.
Recommend alternative guidance.  Unable to activate communications
except for short range emergency channel.  Waiting for instructions."

"Shit.  Don't you have any good news?"

"With the main computer down, I am unable to determine good news from
bad news.  Waiting for instructions."

"Determine location of nearest Starfleet docking facility."

"Located.  Site also beyond range of current power.  Only location
within range is Valjorn-Alpha, a Ferganie Gambling Resort on a large
docking spaceship."

"Set course for Valjorn-Alpha and guide us there.  I am very tired,
have a headache, have been on my feet for over 30 hours and need to
sleep for awhile."

"Acknowledged."

Wesley put his arms around Corbin and lifted, but was not able to lift
him up because of his new weaker body's limited strength.  After trying
twice, he started pulling and dragged the unconscious Cadet back to the
work area.  There were only four rooms on this two man spaceship, the
command room, the bunk/kitchen room, the work area, and the bathroom.
He managed to drag the body on top of a table and as he spread the body
out before securing it to the table, he noticed the bulge in the
trousers.  If Corbin had been dead, then there would be a reasonable
scientific explanation for the example of Rigor mortis.  Corbin had
quite a boner under the trousers.  Wesley stared at it for a few
moments, feeling very funny as he looked at it; as if he had never seen
an erection before.

Wesley stood and almost fell as he realized that his balance was still
off.  Using the wall as a guide, he walked back to the bunk and laid
down on his bunk.  He was feeling very tired and needed to sleep.  He
didn't feel like undressing and would sleep in his clothes.  He laid
down and rolled over on his stomach which was how he normally went to
sleep.  But as he rolled over, his breasts bunched up under him and
felt uncomfortable.  He pushed and pressed them, trying to adjust them
so that they felt more comfortable, but he quickly discovered that he
could not get comfortable lying on his stomach.  As soon as he rolled
over so that he was lying on his side, he went to sleep, curled up in a
little ball on his bunk.


3.  Chapter    Nochuck



"Cadet Crusher, wake up." said a voice that seemed distant.  Slowly
Wesley opened his eyes and looked up at the bottom of the bunk above
him.  A very familiar sight to someone that had be in space all of his
life.  As he looked at it, he slowly started stretching as he tried to
wake up.  Suddenly his eyes popped open as he remembered the weird
dream that he had.  With one quick glance at his chest, he recognized
that it was no dream when he saw the breasts under the black and red
Starfleet tunic.

"Shit." he said, hearing his mother's voice.  Then he laughed as he
thought about what she would think, if she thought that word was being
spoken by her lips.  His mother did not like profanity, which was one
of the reasons that he used it on an occasional basis.

Her lips.  Her lips are now his lips.  For the first time, he through
about the full impact of the transformation.  Yesterday, he had been so
worried about getting off of the planet, leaving his body behind,
discovering that he was in someone's else body, and Corbin's injury to
really think about his situation.  To be transformed into a woman is
one thing, but to be transformed into your mother is completely
different.  How do you explore your mother's body, knowing that sooner
or later, you will have to discuss this with her?

The most natural thing to do, would be to explore this new body and
it's associated female sexual desires.  To take the body and cruise the
other side of the street, releasing all inhibitions to explore the
mysterious side of the feminine world.  But how do you do that, in your
mother's body?

The fact that she was a Starfleet officer did not enter into the
equation.  After all, if this had been Counselor's Troi's body, he
would already be undressed and waiting on a dildo from the replicator.
No, he would have to maintain high standards while he was in this body,
or he would never be able to look his mother in the face again.

He stood as the Emergency Pilot's voice said "Per your instructions, I
have guided us to Valjorn-Alpha.  Do you wish for me to negotiate
docking authorization?"

"Yes."

As Wesley stood, he recognized that there was still some slight
dizziness but not as much as earlier.  And that his body had to pee.
While the feeling felt almost the same, there was just a little
difference.  When the need to pee started, it had a more intense
feeling, that he usually didn't get until much later.

He walked into the bathroom and looked at his image in the mirror.  It
was clearly his mother's body and face that was being reflected back to
him.  Except that the eyes did not have their usual calm appearance;
but appeared a little terrified because of his very uncomfortable new
situation of being in a foreign body.  And the lips were very tense,
which he had not seen in many years.  As he studied his new, but very
familiar face, another difference noted, was that she was always very
impeccable in her appearance; and this version of her was wearing a
Starfleet uniform that looked slept in, the face had no make-up, and
the hair was a mess.

He turned away from the mirror and stared at the commode.  He had
limited personal experiences with women's bodies but he had closely
studied the differences between the sexes in his Academy medical
classes.  He knew that there was no way that a female body could pee
standing up.

He turned around and backed up to the commode.  Then with two thumbs
tucked into the trousers waistband, he pulled the trousers down to his
ankles and sat down on the commode.  The function of peeing brought the
desired relief.  Although he was used to peeing three to four times a
day, it felt different to be sitting on the commode; and it felt as if
the pee was coming out in a more powerful stream.

When he was finished, he folded some tissues and spread his legs.  He
knew from his classes that women had to wipe and to wipe from the front
to the back to prevent possible infections.  Or was it from the back to
the front?  Shit.  Real shit.  All he needed to do, was get some E.coli
bacillus into the vagina area and he could get an infection.  Thinking
logically, he wiped from the front to the back.

The first touch of the tissue to the vagina area caused him to make an
involuntary jump.  That area was more tender and sensitive than he had
expected.  He slowly and gently touched the tissue to the inner lips of
the vagina, letting the tissue blot the wetness.  As he touched
himself, he discovered that the touches and strokes to his body also
produced unusual and very pleasant sensations.  He began touching his
vulva, feeling his body slightly jerk as he touched himself in this new
and wonderfully feeling private area.  As he nudged his clitoris with
his thumb, he could feel it swelling and minor shocks of pleasurable
intense feelings flood through his body.

He dropped the tissue into the water, wanting to feel the tender skin
against his fingers.  With his long fingernail, he slowly and gently
traced an imaginary line along the lips of the vagina, causing him to
shake as the very unfamiliar pleasure coursed through the vagina, up
into some secret spot deep inside him.  With one thumb, he was nudging
the clitoris and with one of his fingers, he was gently forcing the
finger deeper inside the magical feeling vagina lips.  As his finger
penetrated to the first knuckle into the very tight space, he jerked
and shook with excitement as he felt a very unfamiliar but pleasant
warm dampness seeping from his vagina.  He could feel his passion build
as he stroked faster, and deeper into himself.  As he caressed the
folds of his labia, he felt various sensations course through his body
that could only be described as waves of pleasure in warm waves.  He
recognized that he was jerking as some of the pleasure waves caused him
to jump from the intensity of the shock.

With his other hand, he started cupping and squeezing the breasts
through the tunic and bra.  Then he felt a urgency building deep inside
him and slowly flowing down toward his finger.  Contractions began in
his lower stomach and groin area and began to rapidly build up.  As his
groin pulsed with the ecstasy, he abandoned himself to the pleasure and
concentrated only upon that wonderful feeling that was flowing through
his body.  Then he took a quick breath and held it as he jerked one
more time and every muscle in his body tensed.  A very intense super
wave of pleasure that he could only compare as a tsunami to a normal
ocean wave, flowed from deep inside him to every inch of skin of his
body.  A burning, wonderful, sensation coursed through his body.  Every
module of his being seemed alive and responsive to that feeling.  His
breasts seemed so full and stretched as he could feel the nipples
trying to push through the Starfleet issued bra.  As quickly as that
feeling hit him, another sensation of warm wet deliciousness filled
him.  He had experienced his first orgasm as a woman.

He was sitting on the commode, his eyes shut, his legs spread, a finger
buried deep inside his vagina, his breath gasping, every inch of skin
was tingling, and a wonderful feeling of relaxation was flowing through
his body.  Then Wesley was interrupted from his reverie by the
Emergency's Pilot voice as it stated "Procedures established.  Docking
authorized and docking procedures initiated.  Air lock to the spaceship
will open in 10 minutes."

He jerked open his eyes and shuddered, trying to regain control of his
body again.  He pulled his finger out, hearing a slight pop sound as it
exited the tight and damp vagina lips, leaving him with a suddenly
empty feeling.  He smelled the heavy, musky smell for the first time
and realized that it was coming from him.

He grabbed another handful of tissues and blotted, knowing that he
wanted to do more exploring, but didn't have the time.  He stood and
pulled the Starfleet issued panties and trousers up.

Standing in front of the sink, he looked at the image of his mother
being reflected back in the mirror.  While it was still her very
familiar face being reflected, it was so different from the face that
he had studied just three minutes ago.  The eyes looked so alive and
twinkling with life.  There was a warm blush to the skin, that he had
never seen before.  He picked up his hairbrush and quickly tried to
brush some neatness into the hair and restore his demeanour to a more
normal mien.  Never having hair longer than three inches, he was unsure
how to brush it and make it look like the way that she liked to wear
her hair.  After several strokes of the brush to his very long
unfamiliar hair, it did not look as nice as when she did it, but it was
acceptable for his purposes.  He took a quick glance at himself and
smiled as he realized that he had just thoroughly enjoyed masturbating
his new female body.

Masturbation is an accepted practice in Starfleet, because of the long
voyages through space and limited availability of sexual partners.
Every since that President had been caught masturbating on the White
House balcony at night, the social planners had included training in
masturbation techniques to make the act more acceptable in today's
society.  In Starfleet, all cadets were taught that the other sex
should be respected as people, not as pretty faces and sexy bodies.
But when it came time for masturbation, they were to be used as a
fantasy image to help them with masturbation.

He remembered sitting in one training class on the Enterprise as his
mother discussed masturbation techniques with the crew.  After all, she
was the ship's doctor and it was part of her responsibility to provide
that training to the crew.  While it felt awkward to be sitting in that
class, hearing her discuss different techniques, it somehow was Ok,
because the topic had been blessed by Starfleet.

At that time, Wesley was very familiar with the male masturbation
techniques and the subsequent feelings.  And now, he had experienced
what a female feels.  True, it was not the complete sensation, because
it was an hurried experience while sitting on a commode.

Wesley opened the door to the bathroom and saw Corbin sitting on the
table, where Wesley had secured his unconscious body.  Before Wesley
could say anything, Corbin said "Doctor Crusher.  What happened?  Where
is Wesley?"

"Walt.  It's me.  I am Wesley.  There was a Transporter error."

Corbin looked straight at him, but Wesley could tell that Corbin was
unable to comprehend what Wesley had just said.  So Wesley continued
"You were unconscious.  The planet was getting ready to explode.  The
ship was damaged.  I instructed the Emergency Pilot to transport me up,
but there was not enough power.  I had the Pilot initiate Transporter
emergency sequence 4-12, emergency over-ride; with what was supposed to
be my latest DNA database record.  Only it selected the DNA database
record for my mother.  It merged my memories and thought patterns into
her body."

A faint smile began to appear on Corbin's face, then a look of terror
as it finally soaked into his injured brain.  "Fuck.  They will flunk
both of us as punishment for this.  You for doing sequence 4-12 and me
for being on the same ship.  Tell me that you are shitting me."

"Wish I could.  But it's the truth.  While you were unconscious, I
instructed the Pilot to set course for the nearest Starfleet Base
Hospital, but it is out of range of our crippled ship.  We are getting
ready to put into Valjorn-Alpha for emergency repairs and re-fueling."

"Shit and double shit.  My older brother told me about that place.  It
is nothing but a space whorehouse.  Starfleet personnel, much less
Cadets, are prohibited from going there."

"Can't help it.  It is the only place within range.  We will land,
request their help and then leave as soon as possible."

Corbin was silent for a moment and then asked "Did you tell them what
happened to you?  About the Transporter goof?"

"No.  I have not had any communication with them yet, only the
Emergency Pilot."

"Wes, the fewer people that know about that, the better off we are
going to be.  I suggest that we modify the ship's logs so anyone doing
a scan will think that you are the real Doctor Crusher."

"I can't do that.  What if they need a real doctor?"

"Then we tell the truth.  Look, Wes, right now you are a freak.  Not
only are you a merged entity, but for all practical purposes, you are
your mother.  You are in a clone of her body, with her DNA structure
that will fool any identification system.  And your mother is a
respected Starfleet officer in a very sensitive position.  You know how
politically correct our government is, and what they might do to her
and to you, if this turns into another embarrassment.  You have no
choice but to pretend to be her.  While it will raise some eyebrows
that she visited Valjorn-Alpha, it would raise a lot more if her son in
her body, visited Valjorn-Alpha."

Wesley was silent for a moment, knowing that Corbin was right.  Any
hint of scandal was enough to ruin a Starfleet career.  His accident
and resulting transformation would be blown out of proportion,
especially because his first stop was at Valjorn-Alpha.

"You are right.  I do have to impersonate her."

"Good decision.  Computer.  Modify ship logs to reflect personnel
changes.  Cadet Wesley Crusher is on assignment at Tarus-Balak and
Doctor Beverly Crusher is on board.  Our mission, is to transport
Doctor Crusher to the nearest Starfleet Base Hospital.  Because our
ship was damaged, we are going to stop at the nearest occupied base,
which is Valjorn-Alpha.  As soon as our ship is ready for travel, we
will proceed to the Hospital destination.  Move the portion of the
ship's logs that recorded the 4-12 Transporter sequence to a database
area that cannot be accessed by an outside vessel scan.  Corbin out."

"Ship's logs modified."

"Thanks, Walt."

"Don't worry about it.  I am sure that I can think of some way that you
can pay me back.  After all, we have been shipmates for almost 40
straight earth days on this training mission so far.  Just you and me
with no sexual relief, except for masturbation.  I know that if the
problem had happened to me, that you would also be thinking the same
thoughts that I am thinking now."

As the implication of what Corbin was hinting, sunk in, Wesley replied
"NO. I can't and won't do it.  This is my mother's body.  I can't do
that with her body."

"It's not her body.  It's a carbon copy of her body.  And the only
people that would know about it, would be us.  Remember how horny we
got, when we got that very personal message from Cadet Makadat.  She
knew that we were bouncing off the walls, out here in la-la land and
sent that message on purpose to tease us."

"No.  You have to remember that I am really a man and will soon be back
in my normal body."

Corbin took a deep breath and said "Part of our mission is to survey
and examine uncharted areas that are expected to disappear soon.  We
are supposed to be curious about anything and everything.  Right now,
you are the most unexplored object in this galaxy.  You have the body
of a beautiful woman, and you expect me to treat you as an ordinary
space cadet.  How about just letting me just look at the boobs?  After
all, Wes, we are shipmates and are supposed to look after each other.
If you had drawn Makadat as a partner, you would have been banging her
from day one.  It would only be natural because of the different body
needs and if you didn't bang her, they would send you through a psyche
review.  After forty days of boring survey work, I need some relief.
Think about what you are doing to me, as you prance around here, with
your boobs jiggling under that uniform, and your body emitting that
heavenly, slightly musky female smell."

Wesley's face turned red.  Then he asked "You can't smell me, can't
you?"

"This is a very sterile ship.  As soon as you opened the bathroom door,
I could smell you.  But then, I thought that you were your mother.
Wait a minute.  What were you doing in the bathroom, to cause your body
to have such a strong smell?  Were you poking your new female body?"

"It's none of your damn business, but I had to pee."

"Pee.  Shiiiitttt.  Well, baby, the next time you have to pee, let me
be the commode."

"Corbin.  Stop it.  Now."

"Yes, my dear Beverly."

Wesley turned and walked forward, taking his seat at the command
console.  After about two minutes, Corbin came forward, sat down in his
chair and said "Wes, I am sorry.  I don't know what came over me.  I
understand your position and will try to respect your rights.  Hard as
that might be.  But ever since I woke up and saw you standing in that
doorway, I have had an erection and can only think about what a good
fuck you could be."

"You had the erection while you were unconscious."

"How did you know?"

"I could see the damn thing trying to poke a hole in your trousers.  I
suggest that while we are getting the ship repaired, that you get
yourself laid."

"I plan to.  And I suggest that you get laid also.  If not by me, then
by someone on the resort.  If you take a moment to think about it, you
will realize that you have a very brief opportunity to do some personal
research into sexuality and the differences between the sexes.  As soon
as we get to the base hospital, they are going to put you back into
your normal body and you will lose that opportunity forever."

Wesley knew that Corbin was right, but he was torn between his respect
for his mother and his natural curiosity.  When Wesley didn't respond,
Corbin continued "Sequence 4-12 affects the mind and that is why it is
forbidden by Starfleet regulations except in extreme emergency
situations.  At this moment, you don't know if the reason that you feel
so strange is because of 4-12 or all those female hormones flowing
through your body.  No matter what you do, you will be forgiven because
of the known side effects.  For all practical purposes, you are a
female and I will treat you as a female; as will everyone that you
meet.  I suggest that you ignore your hang-ups and let your body decide
what it needs.  Well, my dear Doctor Crusher, it looks like we are
getting ready to dock.  Shall we go greet our hosts?  Don't forget that
you are the senior officer."

They stood in front of the airlock and waited for the familiar hiss as
it opened.  Corbin stood beside Wesley and one step back, because that
was the normal position for Starfleet personnel.  As it slid open, a
Ferganie stood on the other side of the air lock.

"State your identification and business on Valjorn-Alpha." said the
unsmiling Ferganie.

"I am Doctor Beverly Crusher of the Starfleet U.S.S. Enterprise.  This
is Cadet Walter Corbin and our ship has been damaged.  I need some
temporary repairs and power to get to the nearest Starfleet Base
Hospital."

The Ferganie looked at his console, smiled and said "Identification
verified.  What brings the famous, and I might add, very beautiful
Doctor Crusher to my poor establishment.  I am Nochuck, the Host of
this space recreation center."

"My ship was damaged during a meteorite shower.  I need to have my ship
repaired and charged so that I can reach the nearest Starfleet base
hospital."

"We have limited facilities but I am sure that we can help you.  We are
not a Starfleet repair facility, but once payment has been authorized,
we can repair your vessel."

"My Long Range Communicator is broken.  Take me to your Communication
Center and I will request payment authorization from Starfleet."

"I am only a poor man and do not have those facilities.  My guests come
here to relax and I have never found a need to procure those very
expensive communicators.  No, if you do not have a purchase order
authorization with you, it will take at least two sleep cycles to
obtain the necessary paperwork through the Interworld Hop Network."

Wesley looked at the little Ferganie and frowned as he realized that
delaying tactics were being used against him.  Before he could think of
a way around this, the Ferganie sniffed twice as if there was something
in the air that he was smelling, looked closely at Wesley's face and
let his eyes drift down from the face, pausing at the breasts to stare
as if he could see through the uniform, and then proceeding rapidly to
the intersection of Wesley's trouser legs.  Then a smile appeared on
his face as the pitch and tone of his voice changed.  He continued "You
are welcome to stay on your ship, or you can reside in one of my humble
quarters and enjoy the companionship that is available here.  I will
waive the normal fee for visiting here.  The only thing is that you
must abide by my rules, which were established to maintain discipline
and health during my customer's visit."

"I am not here for companionship.  I will stay in my ship."

"I hope that you don't get cold, because your power indicator is very
low and I don't have authorization to charge your power fuelcell yet.
Besides, my establishment has a much more pleasant environment for
relaxing.  If you have been in a situation that can cause stress, then
you should prescribe for yourself some time to relax and re-collect
your thoughts.  As a doctor, you know that my suggestion completely
conforms to Starfleet standard procedures."

Wesley knew that he was being maneuvered into a no-win situation.  He
replied "You are very right.  I will accept your generous offer to
stretch my legs."

The Ferganie grinned and said "Excellent choice of words.  A lot of
people come here to stretch their legs.  Please come with me." as he
stepped aside and bowed.

The three of them walked down the corridor to the end, which had two
doors.  Nochuck said "A lot of my paying customers would be upset if
they saw a Starfleet uniform while they were on holiday.  Therefore,
uniforms are banned.  Even in your case.  Doctor Crusher, if you will
step through that door, my assistant will meet you and offer you
appropriate clothing for my resort.  Also she will ensure that you are
free from disease.  I have a very strict health standards and require
medical evaluations for anyone going through those doors, out into the
general population.  I will escort your pilot to the Men's area."

Wesley looked at the door and walked toward it, knowing that there was
no choice.  As the door automatically opened and shut after him, Wesley
saw a Brokian female waiting for him.  The female was the typical
exuberant Brokian, which means that she was almost seven feet tall with
firm 50DDD breasts, tight belly, and firm ass.  The Brokian females
were the stereotyped Amazon love goddesses of the galaxy and the image
that Wesley had used for years as his fantasy to help him masturbate.
As Wesley entered the room, he could only stare at her fantastic body
that was very evident under the loose robes that she was wearing.  The
woman smiled and said "So good to meet you, Doctor Crusher.  I am
NaNita and will be your guide while you are here.  Please step into the
changing room, undress, and take a quick shower.  Is there any
particular type of dress that you would like to wear while you are
here.  Or if you desire, you may go unclothed.  That is how I choose to
dress, when I am in the resort."

"Thank you.  Could I have something to relax in?  Nothing formal or
fancy.  Perhaps an exercise suit or some sweatsuits."

"I know just the thing.  I'll be waiting." she replied.

Wesley stepped into a small dressing room.  On the wall was a full
length mirror.  As he looked at his reflected image, he knew that this
was the moment that he had been dreading; yet desiring.  After all,
this is his mother's body.  It would be a very different thing if he
had wound up in Counselor's Troi's body.

He sat down, pulled off the shoes, then stood and removed the tunic.
Below the tunic, he was wearing a standard issue Starfleet uniform bra,
which he was very aware of because of it's tightness around his chest.
He pulled the trousers off and stood, looking at the mirror for a
moment.  It had been awhile since he had seen his mother in this state
of undress.  He reached up and unfastened the bra, dropping it on the
pile of clothes.  Then he leaned against the wall as he stepped out of
the panties and stood naked in front of the mirror.  He noticed that
the panties were damp from where he was still wet inside and was
leaking slightly.

"Not bad." he whispered under his breath as he looked at the firm
breasts that were still riding high on his chest, the flat tummy, and
the beautiful set of vagina lips hiding behind the reddish pubic hair.
The breasts had mild lines where the bra had indented the soft tissue.

He turned slowly and looked at the tight and firm ass, the sleek legs
and the overall nice feminine shape that was reflected back at him.
Then he realized that he was prancing around naked in front of a mirror
that could be a two-way mirror.  It would not surprise him for Nochuck
to be on the other side of the mirror, watching and examining what
Nochuck thought was a female.


4.  Chapter    NaNita's guided tour



The shower had felt good.  Almost too good.  His nipples grew hard as
his skin made contact with the steaming liquid.  He smiled to himself
as he looked down at the female breasts bobbing from his chest.  He
took the wash cloth in his hand and washed his new skin vigorously, so
much so that the skin glowed with the circulation.

Just touching his new body aroused him.  Closing his eyes, he used his
soapy palms and fingers to lightly knead his breasts, feeling the
nipples grow into rock-hard rubber nubs.  He quickly found that he
enjoyed it more, as he lifted and squeezed his breasts in a rougher and
vigorous manner.  This punishment had now blossomed into pleasure.

He would alternate pressing his breasts firmly together, then roll them
around using the soap lather as a lubricant; then pulling and squeezing
his hard nipples.  As he did this, his breathing became faster and he
began to loose control of what he was really supposed to be doing in
the shower.

One hand eased down between the wet pubic hair, finding the hungry
pussy lips.  As he stroked himself with one finger, the other hand was
still playing with the hard nipples, alternating between the two nubs.

Then he heard a faint noise, drawing him back to reality.  This was
Nochuck's ship and he most likely had spy cameras planted all over the
place.  The thought of recorded images of his mother masturbating
herself in the shower, floating around the galaxy, brought Wesley back
to reality.

When Wesley was finished showering, he stepped out of the shower and
found a NaNita sitting on a bench waiting on him.  For just a brief
moment, Wesley felt a moment of panic as he realized that he was naked
and there was a seven foot tall amazon watching him.  Or watching a
female body.

Wesley walked calmly over to the bench and picked up the towel and
started drying his body with the towel.  NaNita was smoking a
cigarette, which had been banned from Starfleet over a century ago; but
was still available on the black-market.  She said "Hope you don't mind
if I call you by your first name, but we don't have titles here.  I
examined your uniform and obtained the sizes, which I used in selecting
appropriate clothes for while you are here.  Your Starfleet clothes are
being cleaned and will be waiting for you.  I was very surprised when I
examined your official bra and panties.  How do you tolerate such rough
material next to your delicate skin?  Just holding them in my hands to
find the size marker, was enough to make my skin itch."

"You get used to it.  Please call me...Beverly or Bev."

NaNita stood and continued "Beverly is a pretty name.  After you dry,
join me in the next room and I will fix your hair, give you a manicure,
a massage, help you dress, put on your make-up, and then will give you
a tour of our resort as I take you to your quarters."

She walked out of the room, leaving a hazy trail of smoke from her
cigarette, that aggravated Wesley's nostrils, but at the same time
seemed relaxing.  He finished drying, and put on the robe before
walking into the next room.

NaNita was naked and was rubbing lotion on her body.  Wesley stopped as
he stared at the naked giantess standing beside the table.  Her proud,
muscular breasts were glistening from the light coat of oil that she
had already applied to herself, and her nipples were firm and pointing.
This woman had the firm, muscular female body that he used to dream
about and to fantasize about as he masturbated himself to sleep in his
cabin.  His body could feel the intense animal magnetism building
between them.

Most of her breast flesh was a dark tan but around each dark nipple was
a small creamy-white triangle where the nipples had been protected from
the sun's natural tanning.  Wesley had only seen pictures of purposely
tanned flesh because Starfleet regulations prohibited exposing one's
flesh to potential damage from sun rays.  The selected tanning
increased the sexiness of her breasts.

He slowly walked over to the table and started to lay down.  NaNita
reached for the belt around the robe and tugged on it as she said with
a slight smile on her lips.  "You need to undress.  There are only us
women in this room, Beverly.  It will take a lot of oil to soak through
this robe, to reach your skin."

With the robe open, he realized that he would have to continue his
masquerade and accept the actions that were being forced on him.  He
didn't resist as NaNita gently pulled the robe down his shoulders and
let it drop to the ground.  Then he laid down on the table and watched
as she poured lotion into her hands.

She moved close to him and put her hands on his shoulders as she flexed
her shoulder and chest muscles slightly.  She picked up his arm and
started rubbing the warm oil into the skin as she asked in a hushed
voice "And what do you like to do and experience when you visit a
Relaxation Resort?"

"I have never been to one before." he responded honestly.

She smiled, put down the well oiled arm, picked up the other arm and
replied "We will have to make sure that you see and experience
everything.  Do you think that my muscles make me look unfeminine?"

She stood above him, tall, proud, and powerful.  He looked at her
broad, wide chest and large firm breasts pouting proudly from her chest
before he replied.  "No, I like my women to be in good shape....I mean,
I like to see women with good bodies...I mean that women with muscles
are nice to look at."

NaNita laughed and replied softly "I know what you mean.  While most
Brokian women have nice bodies, I like to think that my body is the
best.  I love having beautiful muscles and showing them off."

She was rubbing oil on his arm and she moved his arm so that his hand
was touching her thigh.  She rubbed his hand against her thigh and said
"Do you like the way that my thigh feels?  A former lover called them,
thighs of steel.  As you touch it, how does if feel knowing that it
belongs to a woman?  A woman that know how to give and receive pleasure
that a man can never provide."

She tensed her leg under his hand and he shuddered as a tremendous
flash of pleasure flowed from deep within his vagina throughout his
female body again.  The muscles under NaNita's tanned skin bulged with
strength as she tensed her muscles.  She rubbed his hand against their
deep muscular cuts letting Wesley feel the hard slabs of power.  Wesley
had to bite his lips to keep from moaning in ecstasy from that simple
touch.

If he had been in his normal male body, he would have a tremendous
erection at this moment.  Instead he was all wet inside and feeling all
these strange electric waves shooting through his body.  She moved his
hand up and rubbed it back and forth against her muscular midsection.

Then she bent over slightly and pressed his hand against her big
beautiful breasts standing out proudly over her heavily muscled
ribcage.  As Wesley's hand touched her breast, he jerked as he felt
himself become even more wet inside.

Slowly, she eased upon the table and positioned herself so that her
knees were on the table with his female legs between her muscular legs
and she was above him in a sort of pushup position as she straddled the
woman who she thought was Doctor Crusher.

NaNita embraced the much smaller female body under her, rubbing her
oily chest and hanging breasts against his smaller, white female
breasts.  Her melon-sized breasts hung down.  Her firm breasts were
pushed up against his chest; as she started gently squeezing him
between her legs and body, using her body to rub oil onto his body
pinned underneath her massive body.

Wesley put his arms around her feeling the rippling muscles of her
back.  NaNita leaned over so her mountainous mammaries were inches
above his face.  She smacked his face with her swinging boobs and
mashed them against his waiting lips.  He started kissing her
magnificent breasts as they moved around his upper body.  NaNita moaned
slightly, parted her lips and broke his lips from her breast as her
mouth locked onto Wesley's mouth.  Quickly she started pushing her
tongue into his mouth.  As they shared a long, passionate kiss, their
tongues intertwined as their hands explored each other's bodies.  The
kiss lasted over a whole minute, and by the time they broke, Wesley was
shaking and quivering from the wonderfully weird and pleasant
sensations that were now in control of his body.

NaNita was kneading Wesley's smaller and more normal female breast.
Wesley felt the nipples grow hard and pointy.  He was breathing heavy
as NaNita slowly moved her hand over Wesley's naked body, exploring the
smooth curves of his Transporter clone of his mother's breasts.

NaNita whispered "You have such tender skin between your thighs.
Spread your legs, Beverly.  You'll feel so much better if you spread
your legs." as she lightly stroked Wesley's dark red pubic hair with
the balls of her long fingertips and rolled off Wesley so that NaNita
was lying on the table beside him.

Wesley put his hand on her side and let his fingers drift around her
body as he explored this wonderful female body lying next to him.  He
began with the strong muscles of her shoulders, down the broad expanse
of her lats, out briefly to her triceps, and continued down her Amazon
body.  His hand found the narrow taper of her waist, then drifted down
between her legs to briefly touch the insides of her thighs.

Their bodies were wrapped around each other into a loving embrace.
Their touching flesh transmitted each other's desire for the other; as
they jointly let their pussies and legs intertwine, rubbing against
each other.

Wesley felt his legs spread as NaNita continued whispering in his ear
"I will help you learn how to find the deepest source of pleasure
within your body.  Most people today know absolutely nothing about how
to really please themselves or anyone else.  They do not communicate
with their partner as to what feels good and what does not feel good.
Let me show you what I like.  Massage my breasts.  Cup them in your
hands and stroke my nipples with your thumbs.  As you do that to me,
you will see that it brings pleasure to both of us.  Oh, that feels so
good.  Keep doing that.  Now gently roll my nipples between your
fingers.  Gently at first, then I want you to get rougher."

"Oh!  That feels sooooo good!  Now I want you to kiss my neck.  Massage
my neck with your lips.  That feels good, but I don't like to be that
wet.  Now let your lips and tongue trace a path down my body as you
kiss my stomach.  Find my belly button and bury your tongue deep inside
it, giving me a hint of things to come.  Yessss.  Now slowly work your
way back up to my boobs.  Kiss each one slowly but don't let your lips
touch my nipples yet.  Let your lips tease me as I savour each
passionate kiss.  Then attack one of my nipples.  Oh, god, that feels
so good.  Now alternate sucking and kissing on them with your lips.
How do my breasts taste?"

Wesley paused only long enough to grunt "Delicious."

"Good.  I want you to kiss me all over.  Make me feel good!"

Wesley kissed her face, starting with the forehead.  Then he dropped
down to her cheeks, then a full and passionate kiss on the lips, using
his tongue to probe the inside of NaNita's mouth as Wesley nibbled on
her lips.  Then Wesley moved back down to kissing and nibbling on
NaNita's chest and stomach.

As Wesley's face was buried between NaNita's huge breasts, NaNita said
"Now, it's my turn to please you.  Roll over on your back.  Your naked
body looks so nice.  It feels so nice to be naked.  I love walking
around naked, letting people look at me and knowing that they want me.
You should try being naked while you are here.  Now let me show you how
to give yourself pleasure.  I am going to touch you, Beverly as you
have never been touched before.  Do you want me to touch your pussy."

Wesley moaned "Yes" as his legs spread.  Gone was the fever resolve to
protect his mother's modesty, that he had felt when he was arguing with
Corbin on the ship.  In it's place was another resolve, a stronger
feeling that wanted to explore this new body and strange feelings.  To
let this amazon woman teach him about the wonderful mysteries of female
sex.  Somehow, it felt right, having the woman of his dreams make love
to him.

NaNita's hand moved between Wesley's legs, and immediately started
massaging Wesley's clitoris.

NaNita whispered "Close your eyes.  Let your body become peaceful.  Try
to relax as I stroke your beautiful little clitty.  That's it.  I can
see a broad smile on your face as I touch you.  Think about how much
you are enjoying being here with me, lying next to me.  I will be with
you as long as you are here.  I will teach you how to play with
yourself.  As you play with yourself, I will be with you, inside your
mind, helping you find pleasure.  As you masturbate, you can pretend
that it is me masturbating you.  You will love it remembering how I did
this to you.  You love to masturbate, don't you, Beverly?"

"Yes", Wesley whimpered back finding it difficult to talk.

"I enjoy it too.  I enjoy lying my bed and remembering someone that
pleased me.  And you are pleasing me.  You are a very quick learner.  I
think that we will both remember this.  Tell me what you want me to do
to you, my dearest Beverly?"

"Masturbate me.  Play with my pussy." Wesley said through clinched
lips.

"Yes, my dearest.  I am going to put my fingers inside you.  You will
like to feel my fingers inside your pussy.  You will like feeling my
fingers slide in and out of you.  You will feel the most wonderful
pleasure that is possible.  As I slide my fingers in and out, you will
want more and more until you explode in the most intensive orgasm ever.
A very powerful orgasm.  Tell me Beverly, do you want me to bring you
to orgasm?"

"Yes." Wesley grunted as his body jerked again.  NaNita's long finger
had not entered his vagina yet, but was just floating around the pubic
hair as she talked.

"Good.  I want to share that very intimate and special feeling with
you.  In a moment, I am going to gently enter your delicious pussy and
to help you have the most intensive orgasm that you have ever
experienced.  Can you feel the pleasure of anticipation spreading over
your body?  Can you feel it spreading out from your pussy?  Down your
legs?  Up into your belly?  Through your breasts?  Do you feel it,
Beverly?"

"Yes." NaNita's fingernail was gently prying against Wesley's
pussylips.

"I won't enter you until after you have made yourself very wet and
released the first wonderful burst of female wetness.  You must relax
and let your body prepare for me.  I know it wants to.  I can feel it
getting ready to burst with a very intensive orgasm.  Let your whole
body come for me.  Get ready, my beautiful Beverly Crusher.  I am
ready.  Are you ready to come for me?"

"Yes." Wesley groaned as he thrashed on the table.  Then from deep
inside, he felt that now welcomed first indication of orgasm.

Every muscle of Wesley's body tightened as he waited for that magical
moment.  Then he felt NaNita's finger spread his vagina lips and press
deeply into his vagina.  His body felt like it was going to explode.
His body arched and pleaded for release.

"You've got a nice firm body.  Do you like having your sensitive
nipples kissed and nibbled?"

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddddd", He moaned, feeling his hips bucking in time
with the rhythm of NaNita's finger sliding in and out of his vagina.
Every cell began screaming causing his whole body to jerk and thrash,
at odds with his head flailing from side to side.  For what seemed like
minutes, Wesley was tore apart by the most intensive feeling that he
had ever experienced.  NaNita had moved her lips so that she was
nibbling on each of Wesley's breast sensitive underside.  Then his body
quivered all over and he went limp, feeling the warm feeling of
NaNita's finger deep inside him.  A flood of female honey began gushing
down onto her finger and down his leg.  He was drenched in sweat and
his very feminine face beamed with contentment.

"Close your eyes, let your body relax as you remember how you come for
me.  You love to come.  You will feel this again and again as we play
with each other.  Now I am going to share with you, one of my favourite
pleasures.  After I play with myself, I love to rub my finger against
my lips and to suck on my finger, as I taste my wonderful joy juice.
Let me share my finger covered with your pussy juice with you."

Slowly, NaNita's finger pulled out from Wesley's vagina and moved up to
Wesley's open mouth.  NaNita's finger were drenched with juice.  Wesley
opened his mouth and NaNita inserted her coated finger into Wesley's
open mouth.  As her finger entered, Wesley wrapped his lips around her
finger and gently began sucking on her finger as his tongue licked the
wonderful tasting juice from the finger.  It was the most delicious
thing he had ever tasted as he sucked the finger dry.

For several minutes, they laid on the table, slowly and gently
caressing each other.  Then NaNita said "I have to get ready to go to
work.  Come with me and help me take a shower.  Then we will dress each
other."


5.  Chapter    The Resort



It felt like a dream.  A dream that he did not want to wake up from.
It did not feel strange to have this incredible sexy woman make love to
him, because it had occurred so many times in his past dreams as he
masturbated himself.  It did not feel strange that he was now in a
woman's body or that he was experiencing intense sexual feelings that
he had never dreamed of.  It did not feel strange that he wanted more.

They had taken a long, slow shower together, playing with each other
and bringing each other to mutual orgasm in the shower.  Just thinking
about the way that NaNita looked, with her firm wet body glistening
under those shower lights, so muscular yet still so feminine, with a
trail of hot sweet nectar running down her solid steel thighs.
Standing up, NaNita's breasts had been level with Wesley's mouth and he
had stared at the last drops of water hanging from each firm nipple;
just waiting for his mouth to re-wrap around the heavenly boobs.  Every
cell in his body felt absolutely satisfied.

Then NaNita had led the body of Beverly Crusher into another room,
using a gentle kiss on each still throbbing nipple.  The person
inhabiting that body was Wesley Crusher, but it was no longer the
Wesley Crusher of 48 hours ago.  This new person had the memories of
Wesley Crusher, the body of Beverly Crusher and the smoldering sexual
desires that neither of them had ever experienced before.  While the
real Beverly had enjoyed being a woman for all of her 42 years, this
new Beverly was trying to catch up on the pleasures of being a woman in
only a few days.  This new Beverly gladly answered to the name Beverly
because it fit his new attitude and desires.  Gone was his resolve to
protect his mother's image.  In it's place was the strongest desire
that he had ever experienced in his life - the desire to experience sex
as only a woman can experience it.

NaNita had examined the female Crusher body with a tricorder and
determined that the body was in excellent shape, except that the last
birth control medication had been given almost six months ago.  Wesley
accepted the medication without any hesitation; that he would have
refused just hours before.  NaNita also remarked "Most 42 year old
women have noticeably sagging breasts, but your breasts had the
Devarkina Process about three years ago, which would keep them looking
this firm and nice for another sixteen years.  Otherwise they would be
hanging down, like two large udders."

"Well, after all, I am a doctor and have to take care of myself.  Let's
go back to your place and make love for the next two days." he replied.

"I can't.  I have other visitor's where I must fulfill their fantasy.
And your next two fantasy's have already been scheduled."

"Next two?  I never expressed any desire for a fantasy."

NaNita looked at a clock and said "Every person is scanned as they
approach our resort, using a modified Bakorum process.  This process
evaluates the visitor and records the three major sexual fantasies of
each individual.  Then the fantasies are presented in order of
effective desirability.  Just relax and let us surprise you."

So Wesley relaxed and let them mold him and shape him into the woman
that he now wanted to be.  He enjoyed the touch of their hands as they
fussed with his hair and the strange feeling as they applied make-up to
his face.

He was also dressed as he had never imagined himself dressed.  He was
wearing a long black evening gown, backless, with a very low and
appealing, plunging neckline exposing the deep cleavage between his
female breasts.  The gown had a side slit almost to the waist which
gave an occasional tantalizing glimpse of a long expanse of nylon- clad
leg.  There was a necklace, a pair of dangling earrings which were
inserted into his newly pierced ears.

"This calls for a sexy black garter belt and bra.  I like to wear
exotic underwear.  And I know that you will like wearing it too.  Wear
it to please me.  You want to please me, don't you?", NaNita giggled as
she had picked out the clothes to be worn.  Underneath, he was wearing
the most expensive and elaborate lingerie, instead of the usual
Starfleet underwear.  It seemed like such a luxury to have silk next to
one's skin.  The lingerie consisted of matching panties, strapless bra,
garter belt, long sheer black silk stockings and a long half-slip that
also had a side slit.  Wesley had never seen such beautiful delicate
women's lingerie.

One of the most wonderful, strange feelings was the feel of the cool
satin against his skin.  It was so exciting, he had felt his nipples
harden as he put on the black dress.

The shoes were three-inch spiked black heels, which took a couple of
minutes practice to get used to.  NaNita laughed as she watched him
practice, knowing that Starfleet regulations prohibited high heels in
off-duty wear; and that most Starfleet women had never worn them.

Some resort assistants had dried, brushed, and styled his hair, so that
it looked perfect.  Then they had manicured his nails and finished
applying make-up.

The person being reflected back from the mirror was truly beautiful.
The deep red of the hair and the smoldering sexiness of the expertly
made up eyes stood out from the reflected image.  The red hair had been
expertly styled and the dark brown eyes shone brilliantly.  The person
in the mirror appeared confident, self-assured, and well aware of the
lovely vision being presented.  Walking around the dressing room, he
felt like a giddy school girl filled with the excitement of her first
date.

Before leaving the dressing room he took one last look into the full
length mirror to make sure everything looked all right.  He was pleased
with the results.

NaNita let him out into the Resort.  It was somewhat similar to the
station at Deep Space 9, where there was a large mall and quarters for
almost 2,000 residents.

The mall was busy and noisy because of the gambling and entertainment
establishments.  The lights were glittering, the conditioned air
smelled smoky and the resident prostitutes were plentiful.  He felt as
though he was dreaming.  He had never visited a place such as this
before but was familiar with them from stories told by friends.  He
knew that Riker visited them quite frequently and had questioned Will
several times about it, but did not get any details.  He knew this
would be a night that he would always remember.

As they walked through the mall, they were approached by several men
and a couple of women, requesting that the two of them join some party.
NaNita politely refused all offers, taking Wesley into what was
obviously one of the more expensive bars at the resort.  Everyone
within this establishment were dressed in very nice expensive clothes.

NaNita let Wesley to a table that was occupied by a very handsome man,
with wide broad shoulders, long, wavy dark hair and a twinkle in his
eyes.

NaNita said "Jakata, may I introduce you to Beverly."

He stood and said "I observed you as you entered and hoped that I would
get the opportunity to meet you.  Please sit down." as he pulled out a
chair.

Wesley sat down and NaNita said "I have some business to take care of.
I will be back in a couple of minutes.  Please entertain each other
until some of our resort pleasure staff have the opportunity to visit
your table."

As she left, Jakata said "She is trying to set us up with each other.
If you would rather be with someone else, I would understand.  I would
be disappointed, but I would understand."

The waiter filled their wine glasses, offering Wesley a moment to
think.  It was one thing to make love to a woman with his mother's
body, and to prance around looking like a woman out on the town, but it
was something else to be sitting across a table from a man.  A man that
wanted to fuck him.

The man was looking intently at Wesley; and he quickly turned his eyes
downward toward the filled wine glass.  Slowly, of it's own violation,
his right slender arm reached out and picked up the wine glass and
carried it to his lips.  After taking a sip of the pleasant wine and
putting the glass back on the table, Wesley said "I feel a little
awkward.  I don't usually visit places like this."

"I could tell.  You not only look like a lady, but act like one.  It
would honour me if you would sit and just talk to me for awhile."

A woman walked up to the table and said "Hello, I am one of the Resort
Hostess.  Would either or both of you like to come with me to one of
the backrooms?"

"How much?" Jakata asked.

"It's included in your cover charge for this bar.  There will be no
charge, unless you desire an all-night session."

Jakata looked at Wesley.  The wine was beginning to affect his female
body that was not used to alcohol and Wesley smiled as he said "What
are your specialties?"

"Anything you want.  And I mean it.  Just looking at you makes me feel
so horny!  My pussy is very hot and wet from looking at you." she said
then she looked at Jakata and continued "I need you to fuck me.  Fuck
me so hard!" The woman was licking her lips and rubbing her crotch.

Wesley laughed and looked at Jakata as Jakata said "No, thank you.  The
young lady and I are going to finish our wine and go dancing."

The woman smiled and said "See you later." Then walked over to the next
table and started the same offer to that couple.

Something about Jakata intrigued Wesley.  His eyes transmitted an
electricity that made Wesley want to blush and to get closer.  He knew
that his desire was to explore being a woman, but his consciousness
prevented him from doing more than to tease this man.

As they sat and talked, Wesley felt a warm feeling from the wine flow
through his body.  As it flowed, he could feel a strong inner desire to
let Jakata make love to him.  As the warmth tingled every cell of his
body, Wesley knew that he should not drink any more wine.  But as he
stared at the wine glass, he saw his hand pick it up and bring it back
to his waiting lips, to empty the glass.

When the glass was empty, Wesley heard the voice of Beverly Crusher
coming from his lips as he asked "Do you have a room close by?"

Jakata nodded and stood, pointing to the elevator in the corner.
Wesley stood and walked to the elevator, knowing that Jakata was
walking immediately behind him.

The elevator delivered them to a penthouse apartment.  The room was
quite large, had lots of fresh flowers, soft light provided by candles,
and low music playing in the background.

As they entered the apartment, Wesley felt a moment of panic at being
there.  But before he could say anything or make an attempt to leave,
Jakata kissed his mouth gently.

Wesley felt his body melt into the man's much larger male body as he
felt his heart start beating faster.  Jakata kissed again, as he
allowed his hands to roam up and down Wesley's bare back.  When Jakata
began to kiss and nibble his neck, Wesley was lost to the warmth of his
embrace and passion of his kisses.

Wesley did not resist as Jakata picked him up and carried him to the
bed; where they sat on the bed for a few minutes, caressing each other.
Wesley enjoyed the feel of Jakata's hands as he touched Wesley's bare
shoulders, back and arms.  Wesley was letting Jakata explore his naked
exposed flesh with his hands and letting Jakata's lips explore his
face, neck and ears.  Jakata gently eased Wesley back so that he was
lying on his back as Jakata leaned over him, their lips merged, their
tongues interlocked and teasing each other.  Jakata was an incredible
kisser and Wesley wanted to savour that wonderful feeling.  Wesley did
not resist as Jakata gently began to remove the dress.

Jakata removed the clothing until Wesley was only wearing the bra and
panties.  Then Jakata sat up, pulled Wesley into his lap so that Wesley
was sitting on Jakata's lap with his legs wrapped around the man.  Then
Jakata commanded "Undress me, Beverly."

Slowly Wesley began to slowly undress Jakata, removing his tunic as
Wesley nibbled on his ear while Jakata's lips were kissing Wesley's
neck.  When Wesley removed Jakata's tunic, he discovered a broad chest
covered with a light mat of fine chest hair that tickled Wesley's
exposed chest.

Jakata reached behind Wesley and with one little tug, unsnapped the
bra, pulling it from between them as he rubbed his hairy chest against
the female breasts.  The nipples were hard from the gentle foreplay.

They sat like that for a few minutes of kissing and gentle fondling
each other's exposed flesh before they rolled back onto their backs.
Wesley could feel Jakata's erection pressing against his panties as
Jakata expertly caressed and touched every inch of Wesley's exposed
flesh.  Wesley tried to do what he knew Jakata would enjoy, starting
with pulling off Jakata's trousers, revealing a nice hard cock.  Before
Wesley could mount Jakata's body, Jakata rolled Wesley over, pulling
off the panties so that they were both naked.  Then Jakata put Wesley's
hand on his cock.  As Wesley's hand wrapped around the hard and thick
cock, Wesley felt that quite wonderful shudder from deep inside his
female body.

Jakata whispered "My beautiful Beverly, we both want it.  But we will
enjoy it more if we hold out for awhile.  Just let me embrace and kiss
you as we get familiar with each other's bodies.  Let me find the
sensitive areas of your body as your hands find my sensitive spots.  I
don't want to just fuck you but want to make love to you.  I know how
to please a woman.  And from the way that you are stroking me, you know
how to please a man.  Don't rub too hard, I'm very sensitive there and
don't want to come too soon."

Wesley responded by kissing Jakata's mouth, then his eyelids, before
moving his wet tongue over to probe Jakata's ears.  Jakata groaned, and
used his lips to tease Wesley's neck, his slender female arms, his
aching female breasts, and working down to where Jakata was teasing
Wesley's ass with his tongue.  They kissed and massaged each other's
bodies for a time.

"I want to kiss your pussy?" Jakata said as he gently spread Wesley's
legs and moved his face between them.

He blew a warm gentle breath against the delicate area as he said "I
like to start on the thighs and work up.  You have a very beautiful
vagina.  Do you like it when I do this?" as his tongue lightly flicked
against the vagina.

Wesley jerked and buried his hands in Jakata's hair as Jakata continued
"Yes, you do like that.  Your little slit is so red and wet.  Fluid is
already seeping through your opening.  I can see your clitoris peeking
through the folds of your slit.  I can smell your musky and heavy cum.
I want to taste you.  Let me find your little bud with my tongue.
Don't move as my lips touch your clitoris."

Wesley jerked even though he was trying to remain perfectly still as
Jakata's lips licked and sucked the pussy.  But his body began moving
to the same rhythm as Jakata's tongue.  Wesley wanted him to do that
forever because surely there could be nothing that was more wonderful
than this very good and erotic feeling.

Then Wesley felt his vagina lips part and something soft slide into him
as Jakata said "Shhhh.  It's only a maraschino cherry.  I will get it
back out with only my tongue."

Jakata licked Wesley's slit as if it was an ice cream cone.  Wesley
gasped and his pelvis pushed forward as he felt the first wave of
orgasm.  It came once, twice, three times as his body involuntarily
jerked.  With each time, the wave grew more and more until he thought
he would surely die while enjoying the ultimate sexual sensations.
Jakata reacted gently, feverishly with the pleasure he received from
Wesley.

Wesley whimpered "That feels so good.  I don't want it to ever stop."

Jakata lifted his head up and replied "Forever would be difficult.  I
can do it for awhile longer and it will get better if you reciprocate,
my dearest Beverly."

He buried his head back between the female legs and stuck his tongue
into her slit as he licked the female juices flowing down.  He ran his
tongue up the slit, feeling the natural and musky wetness.  At the same
time, he moved his hands up to Wesley breasts and began squeezing the
nipples between his thumb and fingers.  Wesley moaned and lay back.

Jakata pulled his tongue out and said "Use your mouth to please me.
You know what I want."

Slowly Wesley rotated his body so that he was laying on top of Jakata
in a 69 position.  As Wesley looked at the huge cock, which was only
inches from his mouth, he hesitated for a moment as he wondered if he
could really do what he was being asked to do.  Jakata's cock was hard
as a rock and was bobbing in front of Wesley's mouth.

Wesley stoked the cock with one hand as he examined the erect cock, as
if taking measurements.  Then with one swift determined motion, he
grabbed the cock firmly and took the head in his mouth.  With his left
hand he caressed the balls, as he lubed the shaft of the cock with his
saliva.  With each stroke, he kept pulling the cock deeper and deeper
into his virgin throat, his cheeks swelled out with each thrust.

For almost five minutes, Wesley and Jakata rolled on the bed sucking
and licking each other.  During that time, Wesley experienced the most
intense orgasm when Jakata removed the maraschino cherry with his
tongue, but maintained enough self control to keep Jakata's rock hard
cock in his mouth.

After the orgasm, Wesley attacked the cock as if he would die if he did
not consume it completely.  His mouth stretched as his hand guided the
thick and long cock deep, deep into his waiting mouth.  Instead of just
sticking it in his mouth, he began using his lips, mouth, and hand to
tease the cock.  Soon, he felt the thin liquid of pre-cum as Jakata
began thrusting his cock into Wesley's wet and warm mouth.

And then, it happened.  As Jakata let go of the first of three
thunderous loads into Wesley's mouth, Wesley felt his own body explode
also.

As Jakata's throbbing cock pumped the thick loads of cum into Wesley's
already filled mouth, the cum started dribbling out that he could not
contain.  He kept sucking as cum dribbled out the sides of his mouth.

Jakata rolled them both over and rolled so that they were lying face to
face.  Jakata's face was covered with the female jism from Wesley's
body as he began licking his own male cum from the sides of Wesley's
face.

After they had cleaned each other up, Jakata said "Get me hard again.
I want to feel my cock deep inside your pussy."

They moved back into the sixty-nine position, giving each other oral
pleasure.  Wesley took Jakata's penis as deep as he could into his
mouth and sucked, while Jakata flicked Wesley's clit back and forth
under his tongue.  Wesley licked and sucked the cock in his mouth,
rolling it inside his mouth with his tongue, then plunging it in, all
the way down to the base.  Soon Wesley's hips were squirming, as his
female soft legs pressed into the sides of Jakata's buried head.

"Roll over and spread your legs, my dear Beverly." Wesley let Jakata's
very hard cock pull out of his mouth and rolled over on his back, with
his legs parted.

Jakata rotated so that he was lying directly over Wesley, with his much
heavier male body covering Wesley's smaller female body.  Their lips
met as they kissed long and deeply while Wesley guided Jakata's
throbbing prick into his wet and waiting vagina.  Because the pussy was
so wet, he slid in easily on the first thrust.

Wesley groaned as the huge cock forced it's way up deep inside him.
When it was completely inside, Jakata stopped moving and only moved his
cock, letting it slowly flex and move within Wesley's vagina.

Jakata whispered "Do not move your body.  Use your inner muscles to
hold me.  Squeeze and flex me as I do the same to you."

Wesley concentrated and started squeezing the unfamiliar muscles trying
to find the right combination.  The first squeeze resulted in a
tightening of the anus and then Wesley felt his inner vaginal muscles
flex around the buried cock.  As he flexed his muscles, squeezing the
cock in a muscle vise, the resulting pressure and the sensation were
incredible.  They laid like that for a couple of minutes, both of them
flexing and unflexing.

Jakata groaned "I can't take too much more of this.  Your hard muscles
pumping up and pumping down on my cock feels so good.  I can't last
much longer."

Then Wesley heard his female voice but it was not his mother's normal
voice.  It was so much husky sounding that it didn't sound like her as
Wesley said "Fuck me.  Fuck me now."

Jakata started fucking, slowly at first, then going faster and faster.
While their loins were humping each other, their tongues were frenching
each other's musky tasting mouths passionately.

Jakata stopped his thrusting, pulled his penis almost all the way out,
so that just the tip was still inserted, then quickly pushed all the
way in causing Wesley to let a small scream of pleasure escape from his
lips.

As Jakata kept slowly sliding in and out, Wesley grabbed his buttocks
and pulled him in harder with each stroke.  His long, red fingernails
were raking Jakata's back as they both came closer to exploding.

"Get ready to come, Bev.  I am going to fill you full of my cum.  Cum
with me." Jakata whispered.

Both bodies exploded in a massive simultaneous orgasm.  Wesley screamed
until he was out of breath as Jakata's hot, thick cream shot out in hot
spurts, like a machine gun, filling the hungry pussy between Wesley's
legs.

Even after climaxing, they lay for along while in each other's arms.
Jakata had given Wesley a pleasure that can not be described or
imagined.  Only experienced and given by someone that is truly a lover.

Wesley drifted off to sleep, curled up next to Jakata and slept soundly
until he heard a loud knock on the door.  There was nothing but an
empty space in the bed where Jakata should have been.


6.  Chapter    The next fantasy



Wesley wrapped the bedsheet around him and opened the door.  NaNita was
standing there and smiled as she said "Just came by to let you know
that we finally got authorization to repair your ship.  How did you do
last night?  Jakata is one of our more experienced lovers and has a
heavy schedule to keep.  Did you enjoy him?"

"Wait a minute.  You mean that he was not a guest?  That he was a
prostitute?"

NaNita walked into the room and said "Does that make it less
satisfying?  Tell me the truth, did you enjoy having him make love to
you?"

Wesley blushed as he answered "Yes."

"I knew that you did.  I am here to get you ready for your next
fantasy."

"No, I have had enough.  I need to get Corbin and get out of here."

"We just got authorization and have not started work yet.  It will be
at least one more sleep cycle before your ship is ready to leave."

                                 ******

Somehow NaNita had eased Wesley into a shower and cleansed the female
body.  As they cleansed each other, the sexual desire again arose in
Wesley's loins, causing him to be driven by sexual desires and not his
normal incontrol logic.

They were sitting at a table on a balcony overlooking the mall.  Wesley
was feeling good from the wine that they had been drinking and had lost
all of his inhibitions.  Or maybe he was feeling good from the strange
smelling cigarettes that NaNita had taught him how to smoke as they
dried each other after the shower.  The cigarettes had a weird name,
something called "pot".

Wesley let NaNita and her assistants dress him and make him up.  When
they were finished, he looked at himself in the mirror and laughed at
what he saw.

He was wearing only a black leather uplift bra that left the nipples
hanging out, a black leather pair of panties that had a inverse nub
rubbing against his clitoris, and a pair of black leather knee high
boots with three inch heels.  The hair had been fluffed so that it
looked three times as thick as it really was, and a series of coloured
hair stripes has been braided into the flaming red hair.  The lips were
glistening, with the deep red lipstick, and the eyes looked seductive
with the makeup.  The eyes gleamed and almost tinkled with the life
being displayed.

As he moved, the panty nub rubbed against his clit and caused him to
almost groan from the pleasure.  On their way to the balcony, Wesley
had almost experienced an orgasm.

It was with some delight that he sat down, because he knew that he
could not walk much further without raping someone.

As they sat at the table, enjoying the warm feeling flowing through
their bodies from the pot smoke, NaNita said "The Bakorum process
indicated that you wanted to make love to a Brokian female, then have a
man make gentle love to you, then you wanted to be turned into a slut.
So we have dressed you as a prostitute.  In that door behind you, are
seven men waiting to be fucked and sucked.  As soon as we finish this
little sip of wine, we are going to walk in there and take them on.
Take them all on.  At the same time.  Just me and you servicing them."

Wesley took a deep drag of the cigarette, filling the warmth of the
smoke as it filled his lungs.  Then he said in a surprising husky voice
"My body is ready."

                                 ******

Slowly Wesley woke up.  As he moved, every part of his body ached.  He
rolled over and was relieved to find that he was the only person in
bed.

Slowly he sat up and looked down at his body.  Or what was left of his
body.  There were hickeys all over his breasts, upper chest, and neck.
As he spread his legs, there were obvious bruises on the inside of his
thighs.  The public hair had been shaved off and the vagina lips were
very swollen and tender.

Slowly he stood and walked into the bathroom.  As he sat down on the
commode, it hurt to pee because that area was slightly swollen and was
very tender.

He looked in the mirror at his mother's face reflected in the mirror.
It was drawn, looked burnt out, and had makeup streaks.  The lips were
still glistening from the remains of the long lasting lipstick, but
there was dried cum on the face and in the hair.

Wesley entered the shower and let the warm water return some of his
energy to his worn-out body.  As he came out of the shower, NaNita
walked in, looking normal and vibrant.

"Good morning.  How do you feel this morning?  You need a zip of
Verbarin in your coffee.  Sit down here and let me massage you as the
Verbarin removes some of that dull feeling."

Wesley plopped down and gulped the coffee, wanting to get rid of his
current feeling.  Almost instantly, he felt the tiredness ebbing and
some energy returning to his body.

"Do you remember much of last night?" asked NaNita.

"Yes, unfortunately.  Did I really let Nochuck fuck me?"

"Twice."

"I was afraid that you would say that.  The rest of them, were very
pleasurable."

"Last night, you couldn't get enough and you had cum dribbling from
your ass, pussy and lips as you would grab the next closest hard cock."

"I know.  I need to get out of here.  Is my ship ready?"

"Yes, and I am very surprised.  After you gave Nochuck a blow job last
night, he refunded the cost of the repair.  Nochuck has never done that
before.  The ship is ready and Corbin is checking it out now."

"Where's my uniform?"

"In the closet.  And that door opens into the docking yard.  Sure that
you don't want to stay for another couple of days."

Slowly Wesley stood up and walked over to the closet.  He opened the
closet and looked at the familiar uniform as he said "No, my vacation
is over and I need to get back to work."

                                 ******

Neither Corbin nor Wesley said a word as Wesley boarded the ship.  As
soon as Wesley was on board, Corbin started embarkation procedures and
quickly eased the small ship back out into the space lanes.  As the
ship accelerated and pulled away from the resort, Corbin said "Do you
remember last night?"

Wesley looked at him and said "What about last night?"

"You took us all on.  You could not get enough cock."

"Shit.  Not you too."

"Yes.  And my dearest Beverly, I have plotted a course for the nearest
Starfleet hospital.  I also brought along a three day supply of pot
because it is going to take a minimum of three sleep cycles to get to
the hospital.  If you are nice to me during those three days, I will be
nice to you and forget about some of the things that we did at the
resort."

"That's blackmail."

"Yes."

Wesley thought for a moment and then said "Neither one of us are at
fault for the things that we did, because of the potential brain damage
to each of us.  When we get to the hospital, they are going to put us
both through psych evaluation and treatment.  Then after that, they
will make sure that we are not on the same ship again.  One of the
lessons that I learned during my time on the Enterprise, is that
sometimes we have to do things that we would not normally do.  I don't
want the pot.  If I am going to spend the next three days being your
woman, I want to remember it and have complete control of my emotions.
Emergency Pilot, activate."

"Activated.  What are your instructions?"

"Plot a course to the nearest Starfleet base hospital.  It does not
have to be shortest course either."

Wesley stood and walked back to the sleeping areas knowing that Corbin
would follow.  As Wesley entered the compartment, he threw away the
little bag of pot that he had brought with him.  He wouldn't need it to
use on Corbin after all.  Men are so easy to manipulate.

The End
