Room Mates Part 25
By Morticia
B'Elanna eased her pleasantly huge body down into the command chair
and found herself distracted by the silky slither of material under
her ass.
"Shit, he DOES wear women's underwear," she thought to herself and
giggled.
"Commander?" Ayala queried quietly, as the normally stoic Chakotay
blushed bright red and collapsed into a fit of giggles.
"Ah hem, as you were, Ayala," B'Elanna grunted, trying to ignore her
sudden realisation of *another* part of Chakotay's anatomy that was
caressed by the soft fabric. She surreptitiously snuck a hand into
her lap and traced the outline, awed and fascinated by the strange
feeling of blood rushing from her head to her groin.
Ayala blushed profusely as he noticed his Commander's apparent
fascination with his own cock. He also went as hard as a rock. As
soon as Tom Paris emerged onto the bridge, Ayala shot forwards,
grabbed Gerron by the shoulder and practically dragged him away from
the helm and into the turbolift, deciding that if Chakotay could
masturbate on duty then his own unprofessional behaviour was
acceptable too.
Chakotay/Tom ignored Ayala's antics and instead leant over the
Command chair where B'Elanna was sitting and he gazed furiously into
his *own* glazed eyes.
"That's MY dick you're playing with, Lieutenant," he hissed quietly.
B'Elanna jumped with embarrassment and then quickly regained her
poise.
"I wasn't playing with your *dick*" she hissed back, with a shit-
eating grin, "I was playing with your silky lingerie!"
"I do NOT wear women's briefs, they are UNISEX," Chakotay/Tom yelled.
The bridge went quiet as they absorbed the astounding fact that Tom
Paris obviously wore women's panties too.
More alarming even than that, the junior officers could see Tuvok's
usually expressionless face contorted in what looked like agony.
"Mr. Tuvok?" B'Elanna/Chakotay asked warningly as she saw Harry
rapidly losing his battle with hilarity. "Are you feeling alright?"
Harry doubled over, clutching his stomach, desperately trying to
think of a way to escape the bridge before his hysterics took over
completely.
"I need to be relieved," he gasped, and ran for the door.
Tom/Chakotay turned to the crew, "Constipation, a little known but
very unpleasant side effect of the Ponn Farr," he announced solemnly.
~~~
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Tom screeched in
Janeway's voice as his bedclothes and nightie disappeared and Q
materialised astride his lap, dressed in a duplicate of his own
Captain Proton outfit, complete with goggles and white scarf.
"Oh, Kathy, if I had known you wanted a flyboy, I could have done
this sooner. Why settle for that girlish blond bimbo when you can
have Q?"
"Girlish blond bimbo?" Tom screamed in outrage, bucking *her* hips
violently enough to unbalance Q and knock him off the bed. Then he
belatedly realised he was supposed to be
Janeway and, pulling the covers up modestly, he continued.
"Tom Paris is a REAL man, his dick is twice the size of yours and his
balls are in the right place. Why don't you piss off and find
yourself someone who actually finds you attractive, someone non-
sentient would be the best idea!" and he grinned, deciding that he
rather liked playing this role.
Q climbed to his feet, his face filled with a combination of outrage
and bewildered hurt.
"But Kathy, I LOVE you, " he cried.
"Well I don't love you, I love that real hunk of a man, Tom Paris."
Tom replied happily.
"You're just playing hard to get," Q said desperately, unable to
comprehend how this mere human woman could refuse his charms.
"My heart belongs to Tom Paris," Tom replied, with a dramatic sigh.
"But I can give you everything, you stupid woman. Immortality, the
stars, riches beyond your belief. I could even send you home!" Q
replied angrily.
"What use are riches without my love?" Tom replied, really getting
into the role and faking a swoon.
Q had an idea. It had NEARLY worked once before.
"I'll give you a puppy!" he promised slyly.
"A dog?" Tom laughed in disbelief, "You actually think I would prefer
a dog to Tom? Hell, they may be man's best friend, but that's
ridiculous!" and he collapsed in a fit of giggles.
Q stiffened in outrage. He had had enough. More than enough. Tom
Paris was welcome to the bitch, he decided.
"BITCH!" he announced, and snapped his fingers once more.
~~~
Chakotay drummed his fingers impatiently on the helm. This was
intolerable, and the only way he could see out of the mess, was for
him to make love to Tom while he was in Tom's body and Tom was in
Kathryn's.
The thought was not particularly appealing to him and the idea of Tom
making love to his own body was taking the idea of masturbation a tad
too far.
On the other hand, they were bonded, weren't they? Surely the
connection that they felt to each other could overcome the obvious
problems of attraction to the flesh.
Anyway, maybe it would be enough just to kiss and cuddle Tom for a
bit, until Q got the hint and the female Q got what she wanted.
"Permission to leave the bridge, Commander?" he asked as the decision
coalesced into certainty.
"Slacking again, Paris?" B'Elanna replied, curling her lips into a
sneer.
Shit, I look so cool when I'm a bastard, Chakotay decided. Then he
gave her a furious glare from Tom's icy blue eyes and B'Elanna
decided that she had pushed him a little too far.
"Permission granted," she agreed, dipping her eyes nervously.
Ensign Harris nudged Crewman Johnson, "I told you Paris had Chakotay
by the balls," he sniggered, "It's obvious who wears the trousers in
THAT relationship. That's 50 credits you owe me."
~~~
Chakotay braced his shoulders and entered the Captain's quarters.
"Honey, I'm home!" he called out gaily.
No reply.
Perhaps Tom was really struggling to cope in Kathryn's body, he
thought. Quite apart from the indignity of having been turned into a
woman, Tom had been turned into an ILL woman.
"Tom?" he called out, walking into the bedroom. The bed was empty.
"Tom?" he cried in concern, imagining Tom passed out on the floor,
his weak frame unable to carry him to the bathroom.
A low whimper replied from under the bed.
"Tom, honey, don't be embarrassed. I don't care what you look like.
You are my beloved, the keeper of my spirit, my little poocah!"
*REALLY?* Tom yelped and scrambled out from under the bed.
Chakotay heard the Woof but before his brain could process the
information, he was bowled over by the excited leap of the red setter
bitch.