On the Other Side of the Looking Glass
Jo woke up alone. This wasn't quite right. She distinctly remembered having had such a good time fucking with the Vulcan that she'd let him stay the night in order to possibly resume activities in the morning. There should be another body in there with her.
As she came awake she noticed more things wrong. Her center of balance was entirely off. She was much taller than she ought to be. And she was missing boobs and plus a penis. Oh fuck. This wasn't good. And the penis was erect too. It was weird. All the arousal centered on her groin rather than all over. Unusual. She felt like she ought to take notes, or ask permission. But...there was no one around and she couldn't resist.
Once she'd wanked off, she took the opportunity to grab a shower and fully check out her body. No one she was familiar with. Hopefully it was a one to one switch. Seemed to be a fighter at least. Although she wouldn't trust herself with fighting in this body just yet. Her fighting was adapted to a smaller body with less reach.
It took a few minutes of fighting with the replicator before it would spit out a uniform for her. There didn't seem to be any Starfleet uniforms in this guys quarters. Weird. She felt better once s he was in one though. His clothes were weird and antique.
Finally she settled down and got her communicator out. HOpefully whoever had her body would check her communicator
To: The person in Ensign McCoy's body
Please contact me at this number. I would like to discuss the custodianship of my body in your hands.
-Ensign Joanna McCoy
And then she poked the communicator to get her Dad on the line. If anyone knew what was going on it would have to be him.
As she came awake she noticed more things wrong. Her center of balance was entirely off. She was much taller than she ought to be. And she was missing boobs and plus a penis. Oh fuck. This wasn't good. And the penis was erect too. It was weird. All the arousal centered on her groin rather than all over. Unusual. She felt like she ought to take notes, or ask permission. But...there was no one around and she couldn't resist.
Once she'd wanked off, she took the opportunity to grab a shower and fully check out her body. No one she was familiar with. Hopefully it was a one to one switch. Seemed to be a fighter at least. Although she wouldn't trust herself with fighting in this body just yet. Her fighting was adapted to a smaller body with less reach.
It took a few minutes of fighting with the replicator before it would spit out a uniform for her. There didn't seem to be any Starfleet uniforms in this guys quarters. Weird. She felt better once s he was in one though. His clothes were weird and antique.
Finally she settled down and got her communicator out. HOpefully whoever had her body would check her communicator
To: The person in Ensign McCoy's body
Please contact me at this number. I would like to discuss the custodianship of my body in your hands.
-Ensign Joanna McCoy
And then she poked the communicator to get her Dad on the line. If anyone knew what was going on it would have to be him.