Jim was distracted from his own awkwardness in this new body by the shift of Spock's breasts under his uniform. When he reached out to meet Spock's fingers with his own, would Spock receive that jolt of arousal? Jim tried to suppress it, for Spock's sake, for the sake of this situation, which was far larger than being turned into women and even that was potentially very serious. He'd been in another woman's body before, and not much liked it. What if someone was running around wearing his? Of course there were two at least on this ship alone, but his actual body.
He turned from the contact, smiling reassuringly (he hoped--it wasn't his face, or if it was he wasn't familiar with its workings) as he went for the comm.
"Jim Kirk to the Captain," he said, hoping the computer wasn't going to be picky about his voice patterns. "We seem to be locked in a conference room. Unless you want to walk in on something prurient, I suggest you join us in the near future."
He switched off the unit and glanced around at Spock, his expression suddenly delighted. "Spock! Were you looking at my ass?"
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Re: Conference Room - Deck A
Date: 2010-01-26 04:27 pm (UTC)He turned from the contact, smiling reassuringly (he hoped--it wasn't his face, or if it was he wasn't familiar with its workings) as he went for the comm.
"Jim Kirk to the Captain," he said, hoping the computer wasn't going to be picky about his voice patterns. "We seem to be locked in a conference room. Unless you want to walk in on something prurient, I suggest you join us in the near future."
He switched off the unit and glanced around at Spock, his expression suddenly delighted. "Spock! Were you looking at my ass?"