Barkley's Switch Commander Barkley looked down at the computer panel. Good God I'm bored, he thought. When he joined Starfleet he had expected excitement, adventure, not boring clerical work. He found his attention wandering, as it often did, to Ensign Anderson. She was new to the Enterprise, and she was a knockout. Long dark hair, and a figure which seemed to be trying to burst out of her regulation Starfleet uniform. Barkley had already programmed her into the holodeck, but he wanted to know her IRL. He almost dropped his tricorder when she walked over and talked to him. "Hello, Commander Barkley" she said, as Barkley tried to maintain eye contact, "Have you heard the news?" "What, well, oh, um, no. What news?" "We are to report to Transporter Bay 7 to beam down to the surface of Rymor for a geological survey. The rest of the away team is on the planet, and we will catch up with them." Barkley couldn't believe his ears... finally, a chance to work up close with this dream woman. "We are to leave at 0700 hours," she finished. Barkley mumbled a response, and went to his quarters to get ready. * * * * Barkley was at the Transporter Bay at 0630 hours, barely containing his excitement. When Ensign Anderson showed at around 0645 Barkley almost passed out. She was wearing a new Starfleet away uniform... a skin tight bodysuit. Her figure was even more impressive than before. I'll have to adjust my holodeck program, thought Barkley as he looked at his stunning assistant. "I'm so excited," she said, "I've never done an away mission before." "Well," said Barkley, trying to sound impressive, "You get used to it." Truth be known, he was terrified of transporters, but he'd never let on around this amazing young woman. "Take your positions" said the Transporter engineer. As Barkley stood on his spot, he couldn't help but stare at Ensign Anderson. He closed his eyes as the energizing began... and noticed something seemed wrong... * * * * After what seemed like an eternity, he opened his eyes again. The slight disorientation he was used to from transporting was there, but amplified tenfold. He felt like he had a synthahol hangover... He looked around the area, and there was much confusion. It was as if there had just been an explosion... people scurrying around, calling for help. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he began to black out. Just before he went unconscious he could have sworn he saw two people carrying his body... but he was watching them from across the clearing... * * * * Before he opened his eyes he knew he was in sick bay. The sounds, smells, and discussion were all too familiar. A transporter accident?, he thought. He opened his eyes to see Doctor Crusher leaning over him. "There, there," said Beverly, "You're going to be okay. There was an accident, but you've only sustained minor injuries." Barkley opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't. He passed out again as Doctor Crusher injected him with a sedative. * * * * "Well, how is our patient today?" asked Dr. Crusher. Barkley opened his mouth, and barely a squeak came out, "Okay." "That's okay, don't try to speak. We're going to have you stand up, and try to move around. If you feel queasy, let me know." A large male Nurse helped him off the table. Whoa, he thought, do I ever feel strange. His body proportions seemed all wrong. A lock of hair fell in his eyes, and Barkley wondered just how long he had been passed out. As the Nurse helped him to slowly move around Sick Bay something caught his eye... his reflection in a large mirror. Or to be more precise, Ensign Anderson's reflection. "Oh my God," said Barkley. As he was passing out again he realized it was Ensign Anderson's voice he had used. * * * * Counsellor Troi, Doctor Crusher, and Captain Picard met in the ready room to discuss this strange situation. "So Ensign Anderson believes she is Commander Barkley?" asked Picard. "I believe it is more complicated than that, Sir," said Beverly, "I believe Ensign Anderson IS Commander Barkley." "But how?" "I asked Geordi, and he said there have been a handful of strange Transporter accidents like this one over the last few hundred years. Most of the bugs have been worked out... but the explosion on the planet, coupled with Barkley and Anderson beaming down at that precise moment must have triggered this... mind switch." Counsellor Troi interjected, "And beyond a doubt, Ensign Anderson's body is now inhabited by Commander Barkley. I can sense his emotion patterns..." "We seem to have quite a problem here..." said the Captain, "Does she, or he, rather Barkley know about the accident?" "No" replied Beverly. "Then he does not know that his body is... dead?" * * * * "Finally, someone with some answers..." Barkley sat in Cousellor Troi's office. "Now you all believe that I'm who I say I am, what's going on." "Commander Barkley, you were involved in a Transporter accident which has left you... well, in a unique position" Counsellor Troi said calmly. "I had figured as much... but why can't anyone DO anything about it?" "Barkley, this might be hard to accept, but your body, your original body, is dead." "What?" "It, along with, I presume, Ensign Anderson's mind, was killed in the explosion." "So I'm..." "Yes, I'm afriad so... you are stuck in that body." Barkley had to hold back a laugh. All the time he had wanted to get close to Ensign Anderson's body... and now... "Can't they do any surgery, or something to make me a guy again?" "I think any cosmetic changes would be unsatisfactory... I do believe it would be best if you accepted this body as your own." "What? I'm a guy! How can I go around being a woman, I mean LOOK at me. I'm a Vulcan's wet dream!" "I understand your frustration, but please try to relax. I have created some programs on the holodeck to help you with your transition..." * * * * Barkley got up and walked to his quarters. He couldn't help but notice the looks he got from the male officers as he walked. He looked at himself (herself?) in the mirror. Long dark hair, long legs, full, round breasts. Shit, thought Barkley, If I had a dick I'd have a raging hard-on right now. He thought about what Counsellor Troi had said about the holodeck. What the hell, he thought, at least it would pass the time. As he entered the holodeck he accessed the program. "What level?" asked the computer. "Might as well start at one," he said. The room became a girls bedroom. Barkley looked at himself, he was a seven year old girl. There were two other girls playing with dolls. "Computer, stop program. I've got better things to do than play dolly. How many levels does this thing have?" "Twenty-Seven" "Alright, give me level twenty-seven, then" "It is unadvisable..." "Just give me level twenty-seven" "Program level twenty-seven, execute" The holodeck became a seedy bordello. Barkley looked at himself - he was dressed in a translucent purple robe. He had gold earrings and jewlery on. "Oh, this is a joke... computer, st..." And then the music began. Barkley tried, but could not, to escape the rhythm. Soon he was gyrating on stage to the pleasure of the crowd. I can't stop, he thought. He then noticed a man walk in the room... Commander Riker? The music stopped, and Barkley, still with no control over his movement, walked over to the Riker hologram. "Hiya hunky, buy me a drink?" Barkley could not believe he had just said that. "How about something a bit more... exotic" replied the Riker hologram. "Whatever you want..." Riker picked him up and carried him to a private room. Barkley began to strip what little clothes he had off, and Riker keld him in a passionate kiss. Soon the two were on the bed, intertwined. Barkley, or at least Barkley's new body for he had no control over his actions, kissed down Riker's stomach to his now fully erect member. Taking it in his mouth, Barkley slowly gyrated his head up and down the shaft, faster, until his mouth was filled with hot, salty cum. After a few minutes Riker was ready again, and this time he pushed his manhood deep into Barkley, thrusting away again and again. The pulsating of flesh grew into a crescendo... Barkley could feel Riker depositing his load deep within his new vagina. And then, like a tidal wave, Barkley was hit by orgasm after orgasm. A small moan escaped his lips as he blacked out... * * * * The new cocktail waitress in Ten Forward was quite the hit, both on the job, and espescially after her shift. Ensign Barkley wasn't that bright, but she sure knew how to suck cock, just ask any of the guys down in Engineering. "So you mean to tell me that is Commander Barkley?" asked Captain Picard. "Well, sort of," replied Counsellor Troi, "I had installed some programs on the holodeck for him to adjust to his new body, and as far as I can tell, he skipped all the lower level behaviour modifiers and went right to the highest level - sex. Without the lower level behaviours he imprinted on the only image of womanhood he was given - a total airhead bimbo." "And there is no way to correct this?" asked Picard. "Not unless the patient makes an effort. And from what I've seen, he seems to like being a bimbo... I guess his conscience is too deeply buried." "Very well then, I'll process the paperwork for the demotion and identity corrections..." Later that evening, in the Captain's quarters, Ensign Barkley showed his appreciation in his own special way... THE END