While Bunny continued her seemingly eternal hair-cleaning cycle, Saavik stepped out of her shower stall and regarded herself. Almost invariably, she began to look at her own chest. She muttered underneath her breath, trying vainly to stop her inevitable, pointless self-flagellation.

"Even highly hormonal species do not necessarily see chest size as wholly relevant."

'They' were not small, and she certainly was not flat any longer. They were 'pert' as Sra Amanda liked to say. Saavik was not to be mistaken for a boy.

"My size is well within the bipedal average. Perhaps even the high--average."

She saw that she had placed her hands underneath her breasts, and frowned. She couldn't fight the feelings any longer. She affected a nasal voice.

"Saavik-of-No-House----how ever will you feed a child with such non-existent mammaries?"

They had been relatives of the vicious T'Pring, and they had been her agents. Other Vulcan girls. Supposedly quite non-emotional. They had surrounded, stripped and beaten her. They had mocked her adoptive father, James. They had held her then-chosen bondmate and made him watch. This good, gentle young man had committed suicide a few months later, citing Saavik's humiliation as an unbearable factor. Somehow, when all the talking was done, these girls' parents had convinced T'Pau that Saavik's very presence had driven their children to this highly emotional behavior.

"Thy Presence Is Judged An Inherently Disruptive Factor, No Matter Thy Outward Behavior. Though It Pains Us---Thee, Saavik Kirk, Are Put Out From The Sight Of T'Khut. I Send Thee From Vulcan, Away And Away."

Ridiculously, she was now pushing 'them' together--unsuccessfully. The pain and shame of that unjust banishment lingered for months, despite the best efforts of Uncle Bill Kirk in Idaho. Only an incidental publicizing of her plight made T'Pau alter her 'unshakeable' will. She was on the verge of tears, when she heard another voice. A voice that meant love and joy and all things good and bright.

"I Love You. Not A Few Centimeters Of Flesh. This---thing--between my legs was just a gift from Jim's gene pool. But if it makes me more attractive to you, then thank God. Saavik---I was raped by a woman with absolutely humungous breasts. I remember wanting her to get the hell off of me. Aurelan had 'Ta's' as she liked to call them, but she wouldn't even feed my little brother with them. Bri beat the crap out of me, so I have no good associations with those bouncy things."

"Peter-Kam---What of Nyta Uhura?"

"That? That's just an Oedipus Complex. I have it under control. Mostly. But I want every inch of you with a fire that scares the shit out of me. That chest you complain about?"

He gently pushed her down on the floor, and shimmied off her tunic. Pulling down his pants, he rubbed his member between and over them, until the inevitable occurred. Washing her face afterwards, Saavik smiled.

"You did not last very long."

He grasped her breasts from behind, and began to knead.

"I couldn't help it. I was over-stimulated."

Back in the present, Saavik came across one last helpful bit of logic.

"That one who loves me best of all--loves me regardless."

Smiling broadly now, she framed her chest on either side with her hands, feeling more than adequate. But now another voice, quite real, was heard.

"Do you ALWAYS have to do that?"

Bunny Serenity, her blonde hair already twirled into her trademark superlong pigtails, stood and looked at Saavik.

"Do I always have to do what, Bunny?"

Almost growling, the petite, skinny extradimensional refugee threw off her towel, pointing at her own chest.

"Every morning, you stand there, admiring yourself. So what if I haven't developed yet, and YOU'VE got those humongous, dangling, BREASTS? Do you have to rub my face in it---er, so to speak?"

Still fuming, The Worst Cadet Ever, quickly dressed and was gone. Out of courtesy, Saavik held back her gut-wrenching laughter until Bunny was well out of earshot. Every time she would stop, she would look at herself anew, affecting a shaking motion.

"See Them Wiggle, Watch That Jiggle...!"

And then her laughter would start anew.