A Woman is Made, Not Born
Title: A Woman is Made, Not Born
Rating: R-ish? (non-graphic sex, swearing, etc.)
Fandom: STxi
Disclaimer: <--that I need one should tell you something. Namely, that I can't claim ownership of anything in this fic.
A/n: The thing that irritates me about genderbent fics is when someone's suddenly a girl is the total disregard for the concept of gender that often surfaces. I've been batting ideas for a fic with that theme around for a while and this prompt dropped the story in my lap
"Bones!"
Leonard turns when he hears a decidedly female voice, pitched with panic, call Jim's nickname for him, coming from the door to his sickbay. What in the Sam Hill? he wonders.
There's a woman, a tall, pretty, blonde woman looking horrified and confused making a bee line for him in a command gold uniform that fits in all the wrong ways. "Booones!"
Leonard's not entirely sure what's going on. "Yeah?"
"I got turned into a girl!" she squeaks, pressing up against him and wrapping her arms around his waist, completely disregarding professionalism. "A girl!"
"...Jim?" Leonard ventures.
"Yes!" the woman replies, her voice muffled his shoulder.
"Aw, Jim," he replies and wraps an arm around Jim's shoulders in brief display of comfort. "Come with me?" he asks, gesturing toward his office.
Jim nods and yanks him by the hand into the room, arms draped around Leonard again the moment the door closed behind them.
"'M not a girl," Jim mutters pitifully.
Leonard gives into his urge and wraps his arms around Jim. "I know," he replies quietly and kisses his forehead. "This doesn't change your gender, Jim. You're still a man."
"So you're not going to start referring to me as a 'she'?"
"No. Sex is not gender and vise versa. My pronoun of choice in relation to you will always be 'he'."
"Good," Jim says and pulls away from Leonard's shoulder, turning still gorgeously blue eyes on him. He still looks freaked out. "But what if this is permanent, Bones?"
Leonard squeezes his shoulder. "We'll figure it out, Jim."
Eventually, Jim pries himself off Leonard enough to call Spock and bribe him with three weeks of shifts synced with his girlfriend's to take the con for the rest of Jim's shift. After that, Leonard has to finish the rest of his own shift, though he allows Jim to stay in his office with him and attempts to get him to explain what happened. All Leonard is gets something muttered about transporter accidents and ensigns who will spend the rest of the mission moping floors in unimportant corners of the ship.
"I'm going to need a bra, aren't I?" Jim asks, about half an hour before Leonard is off for the day. The look on his face is that of confusion, vague arousal, and a tiny bit of terror.
Leonard vaguely remembers the feel of Jim's tits against his chest and allows himself to look. Jim's tits aren't huge by any means, but they're definitely big enough to need a bra. "Yeah," he says. "You are."
"I know nothing about them. I don't even remember how to take one off anymore, Bones!"
Leonard is sure he's exaggerating but he shrugs. "Me, either, really. But I'm sure we can find you a lady willing to help."
"Chapel?" Jim ventures.
Leonard blinks. "I...don't think so. I don't think we know her well enough for that. Can you imagine the conversation? 'Hey, Christine, would you help my boyfriend - the Captain - find a bra that fits?'"
Jim purses his lips and Leonard watches the pursuit of an answer take Jim's attention off the fact he now has tits. "Nyota?"
"Maybe," Leonard responds. It's been pretty funny to watch the two settle into a friendship. Jim still makes passes at her, but they're jokes and generally as absurdly cheesy as he can make them, and her slap-downs are equally bad. "Want me to ask her?"
"Yes please," Jim says. "I don't think she'd believe it was me if I commed her."
Leonard nods and gets in touch with Nyota. Jim breathes a sigh of relief when she says she's going to come down to see them, even though there's a hefty dose of skepticism in her voice..
"Wow," she says when she comes into Leonard's office and see Jim perched on the chair in front of his desk. "You really weren't fucking with me, were you?"
Jim laughs nervously and Leonard gives her a small lopsided smile. "No," he says, "we weren't."
"I honestly know nothing about bras and other girl things," Jim tells her.
Nyota nods. "All right. Let's get you set up." She gestures at Leonard's office door and Jim looks apprehensive with a side of panic.
"Is there a way we can do this here?" he asked.
"Not really, no," she says sympathetically.
Leonard stands up and moves around the desk to stand next to Jim. "Give us a minute?" he asks Nyota. When she nods and retreats, he kneels down in front of Jim to pull his face down level with his. "You'll feel a lot better with a bra, Jim."
"I don't want people to see me," Jim tells him. "I really don't."
"I understand that," Leonard assured him. "But you need to get this shit out of the way, and everyone is going to see you anyway at some point. Unless," he added, "you plan to give up command until we get you back to normal?"
Jim's expression turns resolute. "No. I don't plan to. But I'm not wearing a skirt."
"Bet you have the legs for it," Leonard teases.
Dropping his shoulder on Leonard's shoulder, he grumbled, "Shut up, Bones." He lifted his head, closed his eyes, and kissed Leonard before getting up to met Nyota at the door. "Thanks."
Leonard gave him an encouraging smile and nodded. "You know where to find me when you're done, if you want company."
Jim gave him a tiny smile and walked out of Leonard's office.
About an hour and half later, after Leonard has gotten himself food and settled down in his quarters, Jim appears. He's wearing clothing that fits, aside from his pants, which are probably still mens. He looks good, Leonard thinks and gives him a smile. "Feeling better?"
"Yeah," Jim breathes a sigh. "Yeah. Bras...bras make a surprising difference." Leonard chuckles and gestures him over, and Jim complies fitting himself up against Leonard. "Still feels really weird, though. Not...bad, exactly, but...off."
Leonard nods. "Well, you are physically female," he points out. "Different center of gravity and - "
"No dick or balls, and now I have tits, which are surprisingly heavy."
"What were you expecting? Tiny inflatable beach balls?"
"And they're squishy."
Leonard sighs. "Did you only sleep with women with plastic tits?"
Jim sniffs. "First, I had better taste than that. If you wanna get a boob job, fine, but get a good one. And second, it's totally different when they're yours and not attached to a chick."
Leonard raises an eyebrow. "Ok."
"It totally is."
"I'm not disagreeing with you."
Jim rolls his eyes. "Anyway, I'm still not comfortable with this."
"It's been like four hours, Jim. You can't expect to be comfortable yet."
"I walk weird, for example," Jim says, as if Leonard hadn't said anything. He stands up and demonstrates a slightly swaying walk.
"Yes," Leonard explains, a little impatient, though he watches Jim's ass with interest. "Females walk differently than males, especially when they have big hips like you do."
Jim looks at him and pretends to pout. "Are you calling me fat?"
Leonard rolls his eyes. "No. You have a figure and that means you have bigger hips." A light, unexpected blush graces Jim's cheeks and Leonard gives him a lopsided smile. "C'mere," he says and ends up with Jim more or less straddling his lap. "Hope you aren't thinking I'm going to do something foolish like leave you. Or that I find you unattractive." He nuzzles Jim's sure-to-be sensitive neck and rests his hands on his waist. "'Cause I do. You make a surprisingly hot female." He kisses Jim just under his ear. "You're all curves like this."
"Why would you be surprised that I'm hot?" Jim replies, sighing when Leonard starts to kiss his neck some more and he curls an idle hand around the back of Leonard's neck, who rolls his eyes and mutters something about insufferable egotistic bastards. Jim chuckles. "You wouldn't love me if I were constantly insecure or some bullshit."
"I know," Leonard says, deciding he's going to let Jim lead tonight. "You wouldn't be you without the ego, and god knows I love you. Doesn't mean you aren't insufferable anyway."
Jim hums and kisses him. "So, wanna help me get used to the new body?" he asks, waggling his eyebrows. Which Leonard decides looks ridiculous on Jim, no matter his sex.
"If you want," he says, running his hands over the outside of Jim's thighs.
"And I do." Jim kisses him again, licking his way into Leonard's mouth and runs a hand down the back of his shirt.
Leonard wasn't exaggerating in the least when he told Jim he's all curves as a female. He's got broad shoulders and equally broad hips, giving him a tiny, nipped in waist. He's also not wafer thin like Nyota. Nyota's hot, too, but Leonard always liked more athletically built women. He never felt like he was going to break them or bend them irreparably out of shape.
"I," Jim informs him, "am commando right now. Nyota tried to get me to wear panties but I am just not down with panties. If I'm still stuck like this next time we're at a base, I'm buying what she calls boy shorts. She says they're sorta like boxers, only not."
Leonard recalls boy shorts. Jocelyn had liked them, early in their marriage, and he had definitely approved of them as well. It possibly helped that hers were often half lace and therefore mostly see through, but still. And the image of Jim in boy shorts and not much else is very, very appealing. "I don't know if you should buy those," he says.
"Why?" Jim asks, cocking an eyebrow.
"Because you'll spend more time out of them than in them."
"I fail to see the problem here," Jim replies.
They have sex that night and Leonard enjoys learning the new places that make Jim moan and watching him experience new sensations, like the way he responds to lips on his neck and fingers on his clit. It's also a trip seeing the same mannerisms - movements, habits - he normally displays in female form; the spastic way his hands jerk and the particular way he moans Leonard's name right before he comes.
"You have taken this change remarkably well, Captain," Spock comments over breakfast a week or two later. "I would have anticipated more emotional turmoil from an individual such as yourself."
"Yeah?" Jim replies, leaning back and kicking out a foot to rest it in the bar under the table. "Well, Bones...informed me, I guess, that sex isn't gender. So, it's been disconcerting, having tits and all, but it's not an identity crisis or anything. I still am," he says and points both thumbs at himself, "the dude"
After a prolonged, slightly baffled stare at Jim, Noyta gives Spock a smile. "Women are made, not born."
"Which is good, because then that would mean I had to classify Bones's ex as a woman and not a demon," Jim comments. "And Jocelyn totally is a demon. Not even a fun one like a succubus. Some seriously un-fun variety of demon who crawled out of hell for a visit and never went back."
"Did you just call the mother of my child a demon?" Leonard asks, plunking his food down next to Jim.
"Well, yeah. Though Joanna's all you. Not a demon at all," Jim says, a little carefully.
"Her first babysitter might disagree, but thank you. Joanna looks like her momma, but acts like mine." Leonard smiles. "Which means she'll be a whip-crack heartbreaker and a belle in the finest Southern tradition."
Spock raises an eyebrow at Leonard and turns to Jim again. "That is excellent, Captain. An identity crisis would be inconvenient, given the situation with the Romulans."
Jim flashes him a smile. "Has Scotty gotten anywhere on changing me back?"
"Not at present."
Spearing a sausage and eating it slowly with his eyes on Leonard, Jim says, "Would you keep me posted?"
Watching Leonard swat at Jim with a raised eyebrow. "Yes. I will send all updates to your PADD, if that is acceptable."
"Definitely acceptable," Jim replies, laughing at Leonard before turning to face Spock and an amused Nyota again.
Rating: R-ish? (non-graphic sex, swearing, etc.)
Fandom: STxi
Disclaimer: <--that I need one should tell you something. Namely, that I can't claim ownership of anything in this fic.
A/n: The thing that irritates me about genderbent fics is when someone's suddenly a girl is the total disregard for the concept of gender that often surfaces. I've been batting ideas for a fic with that theme around for a while and this prompt dropped the story in my lap
"Bones!"
Leonard turns when he hears a decidedly female voice, pitched with panic, call Jim's nickname for him, coming from the door to his sickbay. What in the Sam Hill? he wonders.
There's a woman, a tall, pretty, blonde woman looking horrified and confused making a bee line for him in a command gold uniform that fits in all the wrong ways. "Booones!"
Leonard's not entirely sure what's going on. "Yeah?"
"I got turned into a girl!" she squeaks, pressing up against him and wrapping her arms around his waist, completely disregarding professionalism. "A girl!"
"...Jim?" Leonard ventures.
"Yes!" the woman replies, her voice muffled his shoulder.
"Aw, Jim," he replies and wraps an arm around Jim's shoulders in brief display of comfort. "Come with me?" he asks, gesturing toward his office.
Jim nods and yanks him by the hand into the room, arms draped around Leonard again the moment the door closed behind them.
"'M not a girl," Jim mutters pitifully.
Leonard gives into his urge and wraps his arms around Jim. "I know," he replies quietly and kisses his forehead. "This doesn't change your gender, Jim. You're still a man."
"So you're not going to start referring to me as a 'she'?"
"No. Sex is not gender and vise versa. My pronoun of choice in relation to you will always be 'he'."
"Good," Jim says and pulls away from Leonard's shoulder, turning still gorgeously blue eyes on him. He still looks freaked out. "But what if this is permanent, Bones?"
Leonard squeezes his shoulder. "We'll figure it out, Jim."
Eventually, Jim pries himself off Leonard enough to call Spock and bribe him with three weeks of shifts synced with his girlfriend's to take the con for the rest of Jim's shift. After that, Leonard has to finish the rest of his own shift, though he allows Jim to stay in his office with him and attempts to get him to explain what happened. All Leonard is gets something muttered about transporter accidents and ensigns who will spend the rest of the mission moping floors in unimportant corners of the ship.
"I'm going to need a bra, aren't I?" Jim asks, about half an hour before Leonard is off for the day. The look on his face is that of confusion, vague arousal, and a tiny bit of terror.
Leonard vaguely remembers the feel of Jim's tits against his chest and allows himself to look. Jim's tits aren't huge by any means, but they're definitely big enough to need a bra. "Yeah," he says. "You are."
"I know nothing about them. I don't even remember how to take one off anymore, Bones!"
Leonard is sure he's exaggerating but he shrugs. "Me, either, really. But I'm sure we can find you a lady willing to help."
"Chapel?" Jim ventures.
Leonard blinks. "I...don't think so. I don't think we know her well enough for that. Can you imagine the conversation? 'Hey, Christine, would you help my boyfriend - the Captain - find a bra that fits?'"
Jim purses his lips and Leonard watches the pursuit of an answer take Jim's attention off the fact he now has tits. "Nyota?"
"Maybe," Leonard responds. It's been pretty funny to watch the two settle into a friendship. Jim still makes passes at her, but they're jokes and generally as absurdly cheesy as he can make them, and her slap-downs are equally bad. "Want me to ask her?"
"Yes please," Jim says. "I don't think she'd believe it was me if I commed her."
Leonard nods and gets in touch with Nyota. Jim breathes a sigh of relief when she says she's going to come down to see them, even though there's a hefty dose of skepticism in her voice..
"Wow," she says when she comes into Leonard's office and see Jim perched on the chair in front of his desk. "You really weren't fucking with me, were you?"
Jim laughs nervously and Leonard gives her a small lopsided smile. "No," he says, "we weren't."
"I honestly know nothing about bras and other girl things," Jim tells her.
Nyota nods. "All right. Let's get you set up." She gestures at Leonard's office door and Jim looks apprehensive with a side of panic.
"Is there a way we can do this here?" he asked.
"Not really, no," she says sympathetically.
Leonard stands up and moves around the desk to stand next to Jim. "Give us a minute?" he asks Nyota. When she nods and retreats, he kneels down in front of Jim to pull his face down level with his. "You'll feel a lot better with a bra, Jim."
"I don't want people to see me," Jim tells him. "I really don't."
"I understand that," Leonard assured him. "But you need to get this shit out of the way, and everyone is going to see you anyway at some point. Unless," he added, "you plan to give up command until we get you back to normal?"
Jim's expression turns resolute. "No. I don't plan to. But I'm not wearing a skirt."
"Bet you have the legs for it," Leonard teases.
Dropping his shoulder on Leonard's shoulder, he grumbled, "Shut up, Bones." He lifted his head, closed his eyes, and kissed Leonard before getting up to met Nyota at the door. "Thanks."
Leonard gave him an encouraging smile and nodded. "You know where to find me when you're done, if you want company."
Jim gave him a tiny smile and walked out of Leonard's office.
About an hour and half later, after Leonard has gotten himself food and settled down in his quarters, Jim appears. He's wearing clothing that fits, aside from his pants, which are probably still mens. He looks good, Leonard thinks and gives him a smile. "Feeling better?"
"Yeah," Jim breathes a sigh. "Yeah. Bras...bras make a surprising difference." Leonard chuckles and gestures him over, and Jim complies fitting himself up against Leonard. "Still feels really weird, though. Not...bad, exactly, but...off."
Leonard nods. "Well, you are physically female," he points out. "Different center of gravity and - "
"No dick or balls, and now I have tits, which are surprisingly heavy."
"What were you expecting? Tiny inflatable beach balls?"
"And they're squishy."
Leonard sighs. "Did you only sleep with women with plastic tits?"
Jim sniffs. "First, I had better taste than that. If you wanna get a boob job, fine, but get a good one. And second, it's totally different when they're yours and not attached to a chick."
Leonard raises an eyebrow. "Ok."
"It totally is."
"I'm not disagreeing with you."
Jim rolls his eyes. "Anyway, I'm still not comfortable with this."
"It's been like four hours, Jim. You can't expect to be comfortable yet."
"I walk weird, for example," Jim says, as if Leonard hadn't said anything. He stands up and demonstrates a slightly swaying walk.
"Yes," Leonard explains, a little impatient, though he watches Jim's ass with interest. "Females walk differently than males, especially when they have big hips like you do."
Jim looks at him and pretends to pout. "Are you calling me fat?"
Leonard rolls his eyes. "No. You have a figure and that means you have bigger hips." A light, unexpected blush graces Jim's cheeks and Leonard gives him a lopsided smile. "C'mere," he says and ends up with Jim more or less straddling his lap. "Hope you aren't thinking I'm going to do something foolish like leave you. Or that I find you unattractive." He nuzzles Jim's sure-to-be sensitive neck and rests his hands on his waist. "'Cause I do. You make a surprisingly hot female." He kisses Jim just under his ear. "You're all curves like this."
"Why would you be surprised that I'm hot?" Jim replies, sighing when Leonard starts to kiss his neck some more and he curls an idle hand around the back of Leonard's neck, who rolls his eyes and mutters something about insufferable egotistic bastards. Jim chuckles. "You wouldn't love me if I were constantly insecure or some bullshit."
"I know," Leonard says, deciding he's going to let Jim lead tonight. "You wouldn't be you without the ego, and god knows I love you. Doesn't mean you aren't insufferable anyway."
Jim hums and kisses him. "So, wanna help me get used to the new body?" he asks, waggling his eyebrows. Which Leonard decides looks ridiculous on Jim, no matter his sex.
"If you want," he says, running his hands over the outside of Jim's thighs.
"And I do." Jim kisses him again, licking his way into Leonard's mouth and runs a hand down the back of his shirt.
Leonard wasn't exaggerating in the least when he told Jim he's all curves as a female. He's got broad shoulders and equally broad hips, giving him a tiny, nipped in waist. He's also not wafer thin like Nyota. Nyota's hot, too, but Leonard always liked more athletically built women. He never felt like he was going to break them or bend them irreparably out of shape.
"I," Jim informs him, "am commando right now. Nyota tried to get me to wear panties but I am just not down with panties. If I'm still stuck like this next time we're at a base, I'm buying what she calls boy shorts. She says they're sorta like boxers, only not."
Leonard recalls boy shorts. Jocelyn had liked them, early in their marriage, and he had definitely approved of them as well. It possibly helped that hers were often half lace and therefore mostly see through, but still. And the image of Jim in boy shorts and not much else is very, very appealing. "I don't know if you should buy those," he says.
"Why?" Jim asks, cocking an eyebrow.
"Because you'll spend more time out of them than in them."
"I fail to see the problem here," Jim replies.
They have sex that night and Leonard enjoys learning the new places that make Jim moan and watching him experience new sensations, like the way he responds to lips on his neck and fingers on his clit. It's also a trip seeing the same mannerisms - movements, habits - he normally displays in female form; the spastic way his hands jerk and the particular way he moans Leonard's name right before he comes.
"You have taken this change remarkably well, Captain," Spock comments over breakfast a week or two later. "I would have anticipated more emotional turmoil from an individual such as yourself."
"Yeah?" Jim replies, leaning back and kicking out a foot to rest it in the bar under the table. "Well, Bones...informed me, I guess, that sex isn't gender. So, it's been disconcerting, having tits and all, but it's not an identity crisis or anything. I still am," he says and points both thumbs at himself, "the dude"
After a prolonged, slightly baffled stare at Jim, Noyta gives Spock a smile. "Women are made, not born."
"Which is good, because then that would mean I had to classify Bones's ex as a woman and not a demon," Jim comments. "And Jocelyn totally is a demon. Not even a fun one like a succubus. Some seriously un-fun variety of demon who crawled out of hell for a visit and never went back."
"Did you just call the mother of my child a demon?" Leonard asks, plunking his food down next to Jim.
"Well, yeah. Though Joanna's all you. Not a demon at all," Jim says, a little carefully.
"Her first babysitter might disagree, but thank you. Joanna looks like her momma, but acts like mine." Leonard smiles. "Which means she'll be a whip-crack heartbreaker and a belle in the finest Southern tradition."
Spock raises an eyebrow at Leonard and turns to Jim again. "That is excellent, Captain. An identity crisis would be inconvenient, given the situation with the Romulans."
Jim flashes him a smile. "Has Scotty gotten anywhere on changing me back?"
"Not at present."
Spearing a sausage and eating it slowly with his eyes on Leonard, Jim says, "Would you keep me posted?"
Watching Leonard swat at Jim with a raised eyebrow. "Yes. I will send all updates to your PADD, if that is acceptable."
"Definitely acceptable," Jim replies, laughing at Leonard before turning to face Spock and an amused Nyota again.