BEST TNG STORY
Title: A Woman's Woman
Author: longbeachtrekstar ( longbeachtrekstar@yahoo.com )
Series: TNG
Code: C/T
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Troi visits Crusher with a strange medical problem, but the doctor gives her a hand.
Warning: I hate to give it away, but I think I ought to warn you. This story involves transsexualism; if that's not your cup of tea then you should skip this one. Toward the end it is also rather graphic.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. This is not for profit, just for fun -- weird fun, but fun.
Archiving: FFF, ASCEM, others please ask.
Feedback: Yes please, here or by email.
Note: Written for Round XII of the Femme Fuh-q Fest -- http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest/
by longbeachtrekstar, October 2003
"Chief Medical Officer's Log, Stardate 47845.3. It's been 27 hours since the Enterprise inadvertently passed through a stellar cloud of low-level miralomic radiation. Although it is not known to have any negative effects on humanoid species, the captain has asked me to survey the crew for any problems. So far, no one has yet to report any difficulties."
Dr. Crusher rose from her desk and moved into the exam room just as Counselor Troi came hurrying into Sickbay. "Beverly, I need to see you! Something is wrong. I don't know what... what I..." As words failed her, her hands took over -- rising up, shaking, generally conveying nonverbally the level of Deanna's anxiety.
Beverly rushed to comfort her. "Deanna, sweetie, take it easy." She put a comforting arm around her shoulder and ushered her to a chair. "What in the world's the matter?"
The counselor took a couple deep breaths and wiped away a tear on her lower eyelid that was threatening to break free. "I found out this morning, when I got up. I don't know how I... I was washing up and then I..." No matter how hard she tried, Deanna just could not find the words to communicate.
Dr. Crusher was becoming concerned at the level of her agitation. "How about if I give you a mild sedative, just to calm you down a bit? And then we'll talk."
"No, no! That won't help." She got to her feet again and took several paces away from Beverly. Stopping with her head down, facing the wall, she seemed finally to gain control of herself, although still clearly upset. She turned back toward the doctor and spread her arms plaintively. "Beverly, look! Look what's happened to me!"
The doctor looked at her, uncomprehendingly. She surveyed her patient from head to feet and back up again. Deanna was standing before her in her burgundy bodysuit, and Beverly could see nothing wrong. She seemed as curvy and appealing as ever. "Deanna, honey, *what* is wrong?"
"Look at me! Look!" She held her hands palms-out and placed them on either side of her crotch.
Beverly looked closer. "Well, I suppose you look a little swollen down there. Are you having a problem?"
"Problem!" Deanna rolled her eyes as she repeated the word sarcastically. She reached both hands behind her neck and took hold of the top of her zipper. Pulling it down a few inches, she paused. "Can I show you?"
Beverly shrugged, then nodded, as if to say, "You're gonna have to, or I'll never know what you're talking about."
Deanna pulled her zipper all the way down to the top of her buttocks. She pulled her suit forward off her shoulders. It dropped to her waist, and her breasts were exposed to full view. Her alabaster skin contrasted beautifully with her raven hair and black-diamond eyes. It was also the perfect foil for her autumn-brown nipples. The combination of friction at the uniform's removal and relative chill at being suddenly exposed brought them up to a mild erection.
Beverly was momentarily distracted from her Hippocratic duties by the view of the topless counselor. Luckily, however, Deanna did not notice. She slid her thumbs under the bodysuit where it gathered at her waist and pushed it down. It cleared her hips, and the dark curls at the very top of her bush came into view. She paused, then screwed up her courage and pushed the bundle of clothes down to her knees, where it fell the rest of the way to the floor.
Deanna straightened up and there, between her legs, was not the pretty pink slit that Bev had more than a passing familiarity with, but a rather substantial penis! Beverly was an experienced doctor who'd "seen it all," but she involuntarily took a sudden breath. She stepped forward and took a knee in front of the counselor, inspecting her more closely.
"Deanna, when did this happen? Does it hurt?"
"No, it doesn't hurt. It was just there this morning. I went to bed fine, and then..."
The doctor raised her hand and stopped just short of touching it. She looked up at Deanna. "May I?" Deanna nodded. Gently, she reached behind the organ and lifted it up. It was of substantial size, and Beverly fought the mesmerizing effect it was having on her, trying to remain professional. She inspected the area around the phallus and saw no sign, no scar, no residual indication of female genitalia. In fact, behind the phallus there was even a scrotum. She took hold of the wrinkled sac and felt two testes inside. "Remarkable. You seem to have a complete set of male organs."
"You say that like it's a *good* thing."
"I'm sorry," the doctor replied, standing up. "Let's see what we can figure out." She extended her hand, taking hold of Deanna's and helping her step out of the puddle of clothes she was standing in. She led her over to an exam bed, indicating she should lie down. Picking up a scanner, the doctor ran a number of programs, testing various biometric indicators. Soon, Deanna's patience began wearing thin.
"Well? What's going on?"
Dr. Crusher put down her PADD and turned toward Deanna. "Actually, I think I've determined what happened. Do you remember that radiation cloud we passed through yesterday?"
"Yes. I thought you said there was no danger."
"That's what I thought, but it appears to have had an effect on you. Do you remember a few months ago, when a synthetic T-cell I used on Mr. Barclay accidentally activated our dormant evolutionary genetic codes? You devolved into an amphibian -- there is some remnant of amphibian genetic code in your DNA. Many amphibians possess the ability to spontaneously change genders. In a colony of all males, for instance, some will change to female to help the colony survive. I'm afraid the radiation activated at least a portion of this genetic sequence."
"My God!" Deanna's eyes were wide as saucers. "Can you... fix me?"
Dr. Crusher smiled. "Relax. With a dose of genetic blockers and a night here in sickbay under a neutralizer field, you can be good as new by morning."
Deanna's face brightened immediately. "Oh, thank you! My, you've lifted the world off my shoulders."
"Not at all... It *is* a fascinating case, however. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Deanna shrugged. "Does it... work? Have you tried... stimulating it?"
Deanna blushed. "Well, I didn't mean to, but... yes, I couldn't help myself."
"How far did you go? Did you... finish?"
"Yes. As Data would say, I'm, uh, fully-functional." Thinking about the fun she'd had earlier was having an effect on Deanna as she spoke. She and the doctor noticed her new organ getting larger, stiffer. Embarrassed, Deanna took hold of it and tried to push it back down between her legs. The sudden contact only served to stimulate it further. It grew larger and harder still.
Suddenly, Beverly's hand enveloped Deanna's on top of the shaft. "Allow me," she said. A moment of tension passed through Deanna. Then she surrendered to the moment, relaxed, and laid back on the bed. Beverly closed her fingers around Deanna's cock and began slowly, reverently, stroking it up and down as she walked around to the foot of the bed. She beckoned, and Deanna scooted herself down to the edge. Before proceeding further, a sudden thought occurred to the doctor. She called out, "Computer, lock Sickbay." An electronic chirp confirmed that her command had been executed. She turned back to her "patient." "Let's hope nobody gets sick in the next few minutes."
Beverly placed her nose at the base of Deanna's shaft and ran it along its length while breathing in deeply, as if appreciating a fine cigar. She opened her mouth, leaned forward, and closed her lips around the head and first couple inches of the shaft. She slowly sucked her way back to the top, letting it pop out with a soft smack. She repeated the process several times, taking in a couple more inches each time until her mouth was filled to capacity, but there was still more to go.
Beverly took a deep breath, in through her nose and out slowly through her closed lips as she mentally prepared for the task at hand. Opening her mouth wide, she took in as much of it as she could. She paused, and a stream of saliva escaped from the corner of her mouth. She closed her eyes, took another quick breath through her nose, and deep-throated the last couple inches, pressing her nose into Deanna's furry bush. Instinctively Deanna placed her hands on either side of Beverly's head. Beverly slowly withdrew her mouth from the enormous shaft, followed by a wide but closed-lip smile and a warm, "Mmmm."
Deanna smiled too, thoroughly enjoying the strange, new form of attention the doctor was paying her. She reached down and took hold of her new scrotum, squeezing the entire sac gently in her hand. She rolled one ball, then the other, between her fingers. Bev placed her hand on top of Deanna's, and together they massaged her a few moments more.
Wordlessly, Beverly bent down and took Deanna back into her mouth. Less exploration now, more determination. She fell into a well-practiced rhythm, which was more than De could stand. Deanna was new at this and had yet to gain much self-control -- or any at all, actually. Without even time for a warning to Beverly, she exploded in the doctor's mouth. Bev was startled but not thrown. She expertly swallowed the first jet to hit her throat and milked Deanna for the rest.
She raised her head with a wide grin. "Well, it certainly *tastes* like the real thing." Deanna had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily, recovering. But when the doctor looked down, she was pleasantly surprised. "Deanna, you're still hard!"
Deanna opened her eyes dreamily. "Then maybe we can go again?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.
No further asking was necessary. Beverly stepped back from the bed and quickly shed her uniform, tossing it on the floor, not far from Deanna's. She climbed up onto the table as best she could. The exam bed was made for only one person -- and even then it was narrow, to allow the examining doctor to get as close to the patient as possible. Nevertheless, Beverly found a hand-hold here and a foot-rest there. In a moment, she was balanced precariously above Deanna. Her pendulous breasts hung down and swayed slightly before Deanna's face.
Deanna reached up with both hands and gently stroked and kneaded the round flesh. She ran her index fingers along the subtle crease where the underside of Bev's breasts flowed into her chest, wiping away a thin film of moisture that had accumulated there during their activities up to that point.
Beverly enjoyed the attention, arching her back and tossing her head back, moaning sensuously as her amber locks spilled about her shoulders. She reached down between her legs, where Deanna's rigid pole was pointing insistently at her throbbing target. She took hold of the feminine cock as she lowered herself down and felt Deanna's unusual fullness begin to enter her. Letting her full weight come to rest on De's pelvis, she savored every inch that filled her.
Leaning forward again, Beverly raised her hips up, rising almost completely off Deanna before sliding back down. Her rhythm increased in tempo, and soon both women were moaning wildly as they bounced together, Beverly's buttocks slapping against the top of Deanna's thighs. The absolute luridness of the situation had an intensifying effect on Beverly. "I'm close!" she cried out. "I'm so close! Can you come again?"
"I couldn't stop if I wanted to!" At that moment, Deanna proved this point to Beverly, who could feel the Betazoid explode inside her. That was all it took to push Bev over the edge as well, and they came together, hugging each other close to keep from falling off the narrow bed.
Slowly, Beverly pulled herself off of Deanna and flopped onto the next bed. Looking at her playmate, she was awestruck. Deanna's cock was only semi-flaccid and already starting to stiffen again. "Good grief, Deanna. Is it the radiation doing that to you, or do I need to find myself a Betazoid guy?"
Deanna stroked her slick shaft complacently. "I don't know how men get anything done with this thing down there all the time."
"Commander Riker once said the same thing about women. He said that if he had breasts, all he'd ever do is sit in his quarters and play with them all day." They both giggled. Suddenly Beverly said, "Hey, Deanna. Watch what I learned after yoga class."
As Deanna watched, Beverly lay on her back and drew her knees up so her feet were flat on the bed. Then, flexing and contracting her muscles, she squeezed a small white pearl of liquid out of her vagina. As Deanna watched the fluid flow down Beverly's lips and pool on the bed between her legs, she felt as if she were watching a holo-porn.
Suddenly, an even dirtier thought entered Deanna's mind. "Have you ever snowballed?"
"Have I ever *what*?"
Deanna bent her head down between Bev's legs and caught a rather large glob on the tip of her tongue. Climbing up to face Beverly, she mumbled, "Open your mouth."
"No!"
"C'mon!" De insisted.
Beverly relented, trying to be a good sport. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes tightly, as if she was in grade school about to eat a bug on a dare. Deanna placed her own mouth above Bev's and let the jizz-saliva mixture slide off her tongue and into Beverly's mouth. As soon as the glob hit Bev's tongue, her mouth snapped shut like a bear trap.
"Don't swallow!" Deanna cried. She kissed Bev, her tongue prying her lips apart. Two tongues swirled the fluid in Bev's mouth before Deanna delicately sucked about half of it back into her own. She broke their kiss and smiled down at the doctor with closed lips as they both swallowed.
"What did you think of that?" Deanna asked.
"I think next time I'd prefer to get it straight from the source." Bev got up and began to put her uniform on.
Deanna stood sideways in front of a full-length mirror, looking at her profile. Her semi-hard cock stuck out horizontally. She playfully pushed it down and watched it spring back up. "It's like a little road sign." She thrust her hips forward. "For a good time, go *this* way!"
With her uniform and smock back on, Beverly was mentally slipping back into the role of doctor. "If you're ready, we can start treatment right away."
Deanna paused. "Will it work just as well if I started tomorrow?"
"Yes, I'd say you could put it off a short time without any risk."
Deanna smiled mischievously. "Then let's do it tomorrow. And in the meantime, there's a certain commander whose going to get something he's given me all too often."
"What's that?"
"Eight inches. Right up the ass!"
(End)