Even the touch of their fingers - slender fingers, Spock noted, though still with a certain strength - was different. The contact buzzed but it traveled through him differently, was not the comforting gesture he had so quickly grown used to.

His hair was long and felt heavy on his back. Unacceptable.

"I wished merely to be complete in my examination, Captain."

It has remained an attractive feature.

He moved to the table, thighs brushing together in an entirely new way, breasts continuing to shift - he would require proper undergarments even for the most assuredly brief time they would remain in these froms. The uncontrolled body was too distracting. Even sitting down was a different motion, and his hair caught between his arm and his body, pulling uncomfortably.