James T. Kirk’s mind was in the body of Dr. Janice Lester and her mind in his body.  However Kirk was now no longer captain of her ship, Janice was and there was nothing Kirk could do to get her own body back.

“Kill him!”  Lester screamed in a deep voice that was his voice; he condemned her with her own words, how poetic and appropriate.  Once Kirk was dead then he’d have this body for good,

“That is not the Captain.”  Spock said to the others, once more restating the obvious.

“I am the captain of this ship.”  Lester shouted.  “I am James T. Kirk.”  He aimed the phaser as Spock and prepared to fire.

“No!”  Kirk screamed and shot her body on reflex, to save Spock’s life.  That made the mind transfer permanent, meaning that from now on she’d have this body.

Bones shook his head as he felt for a pulse.  “He’s dead.”

Spock nodded, and then looked at his friend.  “You killed yourself?”

“I had to save you; you’d have done the same for me.  I couldn’t let her harm my crew and put my ship in danger.  I should be put in the brig.  After all until I can prove that I am me I should be arrested for killing the captain of this ship.”

“Jim?”  Bones felt the truth in the words.  “That’s really you?  Commodore Rice is going to flip when she hears about this.”

“Yes.”  Kirk replied slowly.  “We were supposed to meet at star base 4 next month; somehow I don’t think we’ll be having that romantic meal she was hoping for.”  James, or should that be Janice?  After all Janice was a woman’s name.  Poor Janice, she’d believed that her gender had held her back, but it wasn’t, it was her psychiatric instability.  Kirk didn’t want to believe that at first but it had become more than obvious when she’d tried to kill Spock.  Now she was Janice, yes it fitted, Janice T. Kirk.

“Captain.”  Spock said slowly.  “Until you clear things with Star Fleet…”

Kirk nodded.  “You have command of the ship.  Rendezvous with the Potemkin as instructed by Starfleet, after that, well you’re the boss.”  She didn’t want to give up command for no reason, but she had other things on her mind.  First of all getting into shape.  Being a captain required a certain level of fitness, a sharpness of mind.  She felt tired in her limbs and her mind was fuzzy.  Side effects from the body’s recent exposure to radiation.  Luckily Bones had found a cure so she was going to get better.  “I’ll be in my quarters, and then I’ll come and see you Bones, get your all clear.”

Nyota Uhura took the opportunity to bond with the captain, woman to woman.  “Perhaps we can call by the quartermaster’s office, get you a new uniform?”

Kirk looked at Uhura and realised that she meant getting one of the short micro dresses that were currently the fashion among the female officers.  “Fine, I have no idea what size I am though.”

“That’s ok; the size-o-meter scans you to determine size and shape and then the ship auto-weaves one for you.  I think command gold will offset your eyes beautifully.”  Uhura waited for her captain to give the word.  She quite liked the idea of serving with a female captain, maybe from now on there would be less death and destruction and more diplomacy and adventure?

“Lead on Lieutenant.”  Kirk waved goodbye to Spock and Bones.