December 30, 2285

He kneaded her breasts from behind, kissing her neck as he did. He was inside her as she sat, but chose not to rock, and merely enjoy the connection. For Saavik and her ex-husband, it was a far cry from the clumsy groping and manic movements that defined their first attempts at sex.

Vulcans could choose to abstain from sex for the seven-year cycle between Pon Farrs. This allowed them the manic concentration on career, family, and knowledge that so many thought of as a Vulcan trademark. But Saavik had instead chosen Peter Kirk, and neither had cause to regret this. But no relationship is perfect. Things had often gotten in the way of their true love.

"Peter, please remember that my body has a front, as well."

She gently pushed him out of her backside, but not before he gave a few quick slides in and out of her cheeks, just for fun. Saavik turned and lay on her back, and Peter demonstrated his awareness of her body's front entrance, and she smiled as he showed he had just the right key. She frowned, though, as he put his hand on her lips. She had tried to dart her head forward, and intercept the 'key' by taking it in her mouth. Instead, crotch met crotch, and Peter moaned lightly.

"Why did you stop me, Peter? Does my technique suddenly displease you?"

"No, silly. But if you start blowing me, you'll be there all night!"

"What is wrong with that?"

He did not respond, but instead moved his body slowly up and down and back and forth. In the midst of it all, he looked down at her face and spoke softly.

"You Are So Pretty."

She looked up and shook her head.

"No. I Am Not. You know this."

"Then why I am bopping your brains out almost every night? Explain that."

"I know that you love me, Peter. But I am not pretty."

As it often did, a tension fell between the two lovers. While it did not end abruptly, the night's passion did end sooner than they would have liked. Saavik fell asleep rapidly thereafter, but Peter found he could not. Dressing and heading for Sarek and Amanda's living room, he recorded in his journal.

"How can I find someone so very attractive and have her find me attractive,  but have her incapable of recognizing how beautiful she really is? She pays me infinite compliments, but refuses to hear even one from me. Its bad enough we have Spock, T'Pau, The Order, and Ghidorah between us and true happiness. I don't need Saavik in the way, too. She's been through a lot, I know. And, at least she doesn't have a horrid self-image problem like say, Uncle Jim's former friend, the late, unlamented, Janice Lester. Now, that woman was so twisted, she kidnapped him and...and......"

Peter stopped recording. He grinned an evil grin, and looked back at his bedroom.

"Score one for Doctor Lester."

Later that night, Saavik felt pressure on her bladder, and made for the refresher. With a shudder, she realized she was missing the toilet. When done, she still felt heaviness in her lower regions. Saavik flipped on a light. Her face looked different.

"It would seem I need a shave."

She turned off the light.

She turned the light back on.

"I have a light beard. And my penis itches slightly."

She turned the light back off.

She turned the light back on.

"I have never before had these two problems. Also, my ears are no longer as I knew them. In addition, Peter seems to have changed. He will change once again - AS I KILL HIM!!!"

But Peter, now in Saavik's body, merely arched his breasts and then wiggled his butt mockingly.

"Saavik's got a pee-pee! Saavik's got a pee-pee!"

"Do not do that! Peter, change us back immediately."

Her own smirk assaulted Saavik, as she started when her package was grabbed.

"Nope! I - Enjoy - Being - A - Girl!"

She grabbed her former wrist.

"Peter, I am not kidding!"

"I did that to you once, Saavik-kam. Remember why I never did it again?"

Peter kicked himself in the balls, only lightly. But Saavik almost felt sick, having never known this particular pain before.

"If I am in your body, then why will your psi-abilities not work for me?"

"Easy, darling. Post-hypnotic suggestion, as it were. We'll switch back when you think the right thought."

Peter saw his head shake.

"I find that I cannot think rationally, Peter. Please clothe my body."

"Why?"

"Because."

Peter smiled, sensing victory.

"Why Because?"

"Because I...am alarmedly distracted by you as you are right now."

"Why are you distracted?"

She sat, and took him in, and damned him for making her say it out loud.

"Because....I am a knockout. Peter, do you really desire me in this relentless a manner? I never knew."

"You never knew?! Me, I can't figure out how I went from geek champion to Greek God in one motion. I guess we're really stuck on each other."

Without fully realizing it, Saavik pushed Peter back onto the bed, gently entering him with her new equipment. They stared amazed at one another.

"No---now we are stuck on each other."

The love they made before attempting a return was the most relaxed and natural they had ever had. This, more than any other factor, led to the conception of the young couple's first child, announced weeks later just as the universe began to fall apart.

When Saavik awoke later, she was again a woman, and glad of it. Her crotch had no undue weight, and her face and chest were back to a familiar shape. Problem was, it still wasn't her shape. Her ears were still not pointed, and her hair was white.

"Peter, I believe we have problems."

The next day, the Telegian Ambassador sat and talked with Peter Kirk.

"Lieutanant, please give Ambassador Sarek my best. Falling and injuring himself like that must be so disconcerting. And, might I compliment you? Your command of the situation between ourselves and The Aeightch People makes me feel as though I'm talking to Ambassador Sarek himself."

'Peter Kirk' raised an eyebrow, and nodded.

"Mister Ambassador, you have no idea."