Holodecked Out
by
Pamela
This story, which is written in the form of a one act play, borrows characters and some pseudo-technology from the Star Trek Voyager television show. Of course the main reason to view this show is the character "7 of 9" and the wonderful way she fills out her "catsuit", meow. Besides 7 of 9, there is the fascinating holodeck which is a computer generated fantasy world which, if I understand it correctly, the crew members on their breaks can go and have a seemingly real life drama enacted for their pleasure. The science involved in pulling this off is far fetched: a computer with unimaginable computational power and voice recognition capabilities as well as the capacity to create people and objects as the projection of some sort of mysterious force field. I won't quibble with this, it's a nice fantasy, and it is at the heart of this drama.
In one episode of the TV show, Captain Janeway uses the holodeck to create her soulmate. This leads me to contemplate what other kinds of personal fantasies can be fulfilled with this technology. Here, one of the principal characters of the show, blonde, blue-eyed Tom Paris uses the holodeck in a way that was probably not intended by the manufacturer. Other characters appearing here are Captain Janeway, 7 of 9, Tuvok (a Vulcan) and Ensign Kim.
I apologize in advance to those who are serious Star Trek fans if I have not been completely faithful to all aspects of the show.
Our story begins on the bridge of the starship Voyager. Captain Janeway, 7 of 9, Tuvok, Ensign Kim, and several other crew members are doing battle with an alien ship (so what else is new?).
Tuvok: Captain Janeway, shields down to 52 per cent!
The crew is shaken and sparks and smoke fly from the console in front of Ensign Kim.
Kim: That was a photon torpedo!
Janeway: Damn! Where's Tom? Has anybody seen Tom?
Crewman: No captain!
There is another big hit to the starship and everyone is knocked around.
Tuvok: Shields down to 43 percent.
Janeway: Does anybody besides Tom know how to reconfigure the photon anti-gravity matrices to energize the delta anti-matter-matter missiles?
Kim: I could try, but Tom is the expert!
Janeway: Get to it right away, Ensign, or we're all going to end up in a Kardacian penal camp foraging for space rodents.
Crewman: Yuck, captain!
Kim furiously pushes buttons on the console in front of him.
Kim: Just another minute Captain!
There is another tremendous blast and sparks and smoke really fly from Ensign Kim's console, and everyone staggers around the ship.
Tuvok: Shields are at 29%. We have hull breaches on decks 12 and 19.
Kim: I'm having some trouble with the energy conduits!
7 of 9: Try tapping into the impulse generators.
Kim: Great idea!
After another minute.
Kim: It's ready captain!
Janeway: Open up a hailing channel!
Tuvok: Roger, captain.
The image of the Kardacian captain and his henchmen appear on a large screen in front of Captain Janeway.
Janeway: Stand down your weapons or we'll launch a delta anti-matter-matter missile!
Kardacian: You have violated our space. Now prepare for boarding!
Janeway: Screw you!
Kardacian: You will now pay big time!
The screen goes blank.
Janeway: Fire on my mark!
Kim: Yes, captain!
Janeway: Fire!
Through the window a shiny missile is seen to travel out at tremendous speed and hit the Kardacian spaceship, which blows up in a huge fireball.
Janeway: Whew. That was close. Good work Ensign.
Kim: Thank you captain.
Janeway: Now where the hell is Tom?
Tuvok: I think he had reserved the holodeck from just before we came under fire.
Janeway: Well why can't we communicate with him?
Tuvok: He's blocked all communication protocols. I don't see any way through.
Janeway: Why is he being so secretive? He knows that he must always be on call in case of emergency.
Tuvok: I don't know captain. It's not like him.
7 of 9 who has been silently pushing buttons on a console in front of her, suddenly looks up at Janeway.
7 of 9: I think there may be a way in, Captain Janeway!
Suddenly on the screen in front of them appears a sweeping view of the main floor of a department store. In the image, an occasional shopper - all holograms of people - are walking by looking at merchandise.
7 of 9: You see, Tom's hologram is a department store from Earth circa 2006. I believe it is a Lord and Taylor department store. Tom forgot that the output signal from the store surveillance cameras are fed to controls outside the hologram - since his field definition was limited to store interior only. Actually it's a common misunderstanding in the use of the holodeck. I was therefore able to reinterface the camera output from the security office of the store and redirect it here.
Janeway: Brilliant work 7 of 9.
7 of 9: Thank you captain.
Tuvok: But I don't see Tom.
7 of 9: There are 34 security cameras; let's sequence through them. He must be there somewhere.
They proceed through a number of changes of camera images: views of the men's suit department, furniture, evening gowns, shoes and so on.
Tuvok: He doesn't appear to be anywhere.
7 or 9: All that is left are cameras in the intimate apparel section.
Janeway: Well let's go there!
The view switches to the lingerie department and there Tom is seen walking through racks of bras and panties. He is wearing a blue tee shirt, blue jeans and sandals, and appears to be holding his Star Trek uniform neatly folded up. He puts the uniform down on a platform holding a mannequin and looks around. There is only one other customer, a woman, and a saleslady busy at a sales counter in the distance. Tom stops in front of a rack of bras and gingerly touches a few of them.
Tom: Computer. I want more bras with lace.
There is the electronic sound of a computer: Acknowledged.
The image on the screen jumps and now the bras in all the racks near Tom are seen to have more lace.
Tom: Computer. Make the bras daintier, and I want more pinks and other pretty colors.
Computer: Acknowledged.
In a flash the bras show more pastels and pinks interspersed among racks of white bras. Tom strolls through the racks of bras, now and again looking around nervously. He stops in front of a rack holding delicate pink lace bras. He searches through them one at a time looking at the sizes.
He stands up holding a bra awkwardly and looks around. A woman shopping two aisles over looks up and glances at him and Tom looks away. He notices that there are panties on an adjacent rack and he bends down to look through them. He selects one and stands back up holding the panty in one hand and the bra in the other.
Tom: Computer. Add more lace on the panties matching the bra I'm holding.
Computer: Acknowledged.
There is a flash and the panties Tom is holding are lacier. He then puts them back on the rack and does the same with the bra and walks away. He walks over to a woman who has been shopping nearby. She smiles at him and continues browsing. Another woman is seen in the distance.
Tom: Computer. Add more women shoppers in the Lingerie department.
Computer: Acknowledged.
Suddenly there are six women shoppers near him. Tom surveys them. They are different ages from about 20 to 60.
Tom: Computer. Add more women to the lingerie department and make all of them wear 38C bras and size 7 panties. No, check that. Have some women be 38D and even a few 34D's. And make all the women under 45.
Computer: Acknowledged.
The lingerie department is crowded with a dozen women. None over 45. They are all well endowed.
Tom: Computer. Its summer outside. Dress the women appropriately.
Computer: Acknowledged.
The women are now wearing assorted tank tops and short sleeve blouses.
Tom: Computer. The tops should be tight. And I want to see bras through some of the tops.
Computer: Acknowledged.
The women are now dressed in tight tops of various colors and styles. Some have white blouses through which their bras can be seen. A nearby woman has a tight pink blouse on. The women are wearing tight skirts and shorts.
Tom circulates next to the ladies as they look through the racks of bras, occasionally holding up one to examine. Some are carrying two or three bras and panties.
Tom: Computer. I want my mother and my twin sister Dolores here at the time when mom had a lot of conflict with her about wearing bras.
Computer: You must supply access code for archive E four four six six seven one two dash three nine zero one.
Tom: Oh yeah, let me think, that would be beta four five one one.
Computer: Confirmed. Acquiring data. Acknowledged.
Suddenly Tom's mother, a rather attractive woman in her late 30's appears together with Tom's sister, Dolores.
Tom: Computer. My mother is here to buy my sister a bra and panties. Dolores should behave like she always did. Make all the women in the store including my mother interested in me and anxious to make me happy.
Computer: Acknowledged.
Tom: And make sure that they see and relate to me as if I was the age I was then.
Computer: Acknowledged.
Mom: Oh what pretty bras. What do you think Dolores? Any that you like?
Dolores: I told you mom, I don't want to wear a bra. It's stupid. I don't need one.
Mom: Honey, you can't go on pretending you don't need one. You're at least a B cup already.
Dolores: My you-know-whats don't bother me so there is no reason to wear a bra. Anyway bras are forced on us by guys. Modern girls shouldn't wear them at all.
Mom: That's not true.
Dolores: Primitive cultures don't wear bras!
Mom: I'm so weary of this same conversation. Where did I go wrong in raising you? Why can't you be obedient like Tom? He never gives me any trouble.
Tom: Mom!
Mom: It's true. Dolores is being very difficult today.
Tom: You shouldn't say that, it will only make Dolores feel bad.
Dolores: Me feel bad? You should feel bad for being mommy's perfect little angel all the time.
Mom: (To Dolores) You could learn a lot about being nice from your brother. Even when I'm complimenting him he's so gracious as to not take the compliment. Now this is your last chance. I want you to tell me which bra you want to try.
Dolores: No, no, no!
Dolores storms away in a huff.
Mom: (To Tom) What am I going to do with her? She's so difficult.
Tom: I don't know mom. Why do girls have to wear bras?
Mom: What a silly question. You really don't know?
Tom: Dolores says she doesn't need one.
Mom: Well, girls grow up and they need bras. I don't know what to say. Haven't you learned about all this in Health Ed class? It has to do with God's way of feeding little babies. Girls have breasts from which milk comes for babies. They need bras to hold up their breasts, since otherwise they would move too much and they might get hurt. It's a special thing just for girls.
Tom: I guess I sort of know that. It must be nice to feed a baby like that. I wish I could be a mom like you and maybe have a baby I could feed.
Mom: That's a sweet thing to say. Maybe in another lifetime you were once a girl.
Tom looks at her with surprise.
Mom: Just joking, honey. I wish your sister thought like you do.
Tom: I don't know mom, I don't understand her. If I were her I would love to get a bra. I would be so happy that you would want to buy me one. The prettier the better.
Mom: I'm glad that you feel so positively about bras. Now I won't think I'm crazy for wanting her to wear one.
Tom: I think it must be fun to wear a bra.
Mom: Fun?
Tom: Especially a pink one, you know, one that's lacy and all. Delicate. They're so pretty. It must be fun to wear something and know it's so pretty.
Mom looks at Tom strangely.
Mom: I guess that's right. Girls, well except your sister, really do get pleasure out of wearing pretty clothes.
Tom: What does it feel like to wear a bra?
Tom's mother turns to look at him.
Mom: That's a funny question for a young man.
Tom: I just wonder what it's like. It seems to me that it would be kind of nice. Make girls feel secure?
Mom: Secure? I don't know about that. Perhaps. Yes, there is a sort of feeling of being secure or held together.
Tom: What kind of bras do you wear?
Mom: Should you be asking me questions like that? I'm not so sure it's appropriate.
Tom: I'm sorry mom. I was just wondering if you wear pretty bras like these. (Tom points to the rack of pink bras he had been examining before).
Mom: I like pretty bras like that, but they're more for younger girls. At my age, ladies tend to wear more functional bras.
Tom: I wish I could wear a bra like you do. I mean I think I'd want it to be a very pretty bra. But any bra like yours would be OK too.
His mom turns quickly to face him.
Mom: What?
Tom: (Alarmed) Nothing.
Mom: You said you want to wear a bra, didn't you?
Tom: No, not exactly.
Mom: Don't lie to me; I'm not going to be mad. Just tell me the truth.
Tom: I'm sorry mom. I guess I do wish that I could wear a bra.
Mom: (Shocked) Why!?
Tom: I was thinking it would make me be like you.
Mom: That's all?
Tom: I think they're very pretty. It would be so nice to wear something pretty like a bra.
Mom: I think I need to sit down.
Tom: Have I said something wrong?
Mom: Yes, no, yes, I don't know, you've caught me by surprise. I don't really understand why you want a bra. How long have you wanted one? Just now? Or from before?
Tom: I don't know. I've thought a little bit about that it would be nice if I could be Dolores. Then I'd be a girl like you. I could be pretty for you and make you happy. Like today I'd be so excited about any bra you wanted to buy for me. I'd really, truly love it and then you wouldn't have the problem like you're having with Dolores.
Mom: I'm so confused. Dolores won't wear bras and you want to. You're a boy, Tom. I don't see how I could buy you a bra in good conscious. You're dad would kill me for starters. If anyone found out, they'd tease you and worse. I don't know how you can just say something like that! Why Tom? Why?
Tom: (Sad) I just want to be pretty like Dolores. I want to be your pretty daughter.
Mom: (Holding Tom) Don't be sad. It's OK. I understand, I think. It's just a bit hard for a mother to find this out. I've always thought about you as my son. It's not easy to imagine you pretending that you're a girl.
Tom: I've wished I could have Dolores' pretty dresses that she never wears.
Mom: Her party dresses?
Tom: Especially the pink one with bows.
Mom: With the crinoline?
Tom: Yeah, I guess. I've wished that she'd let me have that dress since she doesn't want to wear it.
Mom: Have you worn any of your sister's clothes? Or my clothes?
Tom: No! I'm sorry. I don't want to be bad.
Tom looks down at the ground.
Mom: You're not bad. I never said you were bad. I think I understand now that you're much more feminine than I ever really thought about, but I guess it does make sense. You've always been a gentle person and I have sometimes thought you were kind of trying to emulate me.
Tom: I love you mom.
Mom: I love you too, but I can't buy you a bra. It's not right. You won't be hurt if I don't buy you one?
Tom: I can't have one?
Tom sounds very disappointed and he fights back tears.
Mom: Now I've got you upset. Dolores hates me for wanting to get her a bra and you hate me for not getting you a bra.
Tom: I don't hate you mom.
Mom: I don't want you to cry. You should be able to be who you are. What if I did buy you a bra? Could you keep it a secret from your friends? And we can't communicate it to your dad on his spaceship.
Tom: For real mom? For real? You'll buy me a bra!
Mom: Your father won't be back from his mission for another year. You'll have to get rid of the bra when he comes back and you have to swear you won't tell your friends about it.
Tom: I promise mom. It'll be a secret between you and me.
Mom: And you're sister. Maybe if Dolores sees you getting a bra she'll come to her senses and want one for herself.
Tom: I hope so. Then we could both get bras!
Tom jumps up and down a couple of times and twirls around once.
Back on the bridge:
Tuvok: I don't understand captain. Why is Tom excited? Why would he want to wear one of those garments?
Janeway: I haven't a clue. If I hadn't seen this with my own two eyes I never would have believed it.
Kim: Tom is one kinky dude!
Janeway: You shouldn't refer to your senior officer that way.
Kim: But captain. I mean, come on now.
Janeway: There must be some rational explanation.
7 of 9: I bet Tom is performing a psychology experiment. There is no other way of understanding it.
Janeway: That rings true with me.
Kim: If you say so captain.
Janeway: We have no business speculating on what Tom's motives are. Anyway, that'll probably come out eventually.
Tuvok: Vulcan women do not wear bras. I am largely unfamiliar with this device. I cannot imagine why Tom finds it interesting.
Janeway, 7 of 9 and Ensign Kim turn to look at Tuvok, shake their heads and turn away again.
Back in the store:
Mom: We'll have to figure your size.
Tom: How do we do that?
Mom: Normally with a tape measure. But we better be more discrete. I'd guess you'd wear a 32A bra, don't you think?
Tom: A 32A!
Mom: 32 is the distance around your chest and the A refers to the cup size. More than likely you're an AA or AAA but there might not be such a good selection at that size. An A cup should be OK. Now go pick out a bra and we'll have to go to the fitting room to have you try it on.
Tom: Thanks, Mom!
Tom looks away from his mom.
Tom: Computer. Whatever bra I try on should fit. The same with any other clothes.
Computer: Acknowledged.
Tom walks around the racks looking at bras and finally comes to the rack of delicate, lacy pink bras that he had first been admiring.
Tom: I want one of these!
Mom: Let's take a look at the sizes.
She kneels down facing the rack of bras and Tom stands besides her.
Mom: Aren't these the prettiest bras Tom?
Tom: I can't believe how pretty they are.
Some women nearby approach them from either side. Standing close to Tom is a pretty blonde wearing a very tight white top, her breasts project out seductively. Behind Tom's mom and facing them is a brunette in a tight lavender tee shirt and cutoff jeans and leather sandals.
Blonde: This store always has the prettiest bras.
Mom: I was saying that before to my daughter.
Tom's mom gets up and looks around searching for Dolores. She sees her half way across the floor.
Mom: She ran off in a huff when I demanded that I buy her a bra.
Blonde and Brunette laugh.
Brunette: I was the same way when I was a girl. Now I think it's nice to be feminine.
Blonde: Me too. I played field hockey in college and wore ugly sports bras all the time. Now I like to look and feel pretty.
Mom: You are very pretty.
Blonde: Thank you.
Mom: Both of you ladies are very pretty.
Brunette: Thank you.
Blonde: Is this your son?
Mom: Yes, this is Tom and it looks as if I'm going to buy him his first bra instead of his sister. He's confided in me that he's jealous of his sister for my wanting to buy her a bra.
Tom: Not jealous.
Mom: You did say you wanted her pretty dresses.
Tom: Well that.
Brunette: He's such a handsome young man and he wants a bra and dresses? Do you really want them young man?
Tom: Yes, I guess so.
Blonde: To feel pretty?
Brunette: Yes, that must be it. Do you want to feel pretty?
Tom: Yeah.
Mom: Apparently he's coveted his sister's pretty clothes and I had no idea about it. Now all of a sudden he speaks up and the irony is that his sister won't be caught dead in anything that's even remotely feminine.
Brunette: It's just a phase like I was saying. I went through it and then all of a sudden when I got older I wanted pretty lace and to feel feminine.
Blonde: That's so true. It's nice to feel pretty. When I buy a new bra or something, maybe a camisole or slip, or even a pretty panty I get a nice feeling.
Mom: I'm the same way.
Blonde: If nothing else, one day your daughter will see that girls are truly privileged since they have the opportunity to feel pretty. It's so nice that Tom wants to feel pretty and that you're willing to buy him a bra.
Mom: I'm showing him how to read the bra sizes on the tags. I'm guessing he's a 32A.
Blonde: That seems about right to me.
Mom: Go ahead Tom, find yourself a 32A bra.
His mom watches as Tom goes through the bras one by one looking for his size.
Tom: Here's a 32A!
Mom: Very good!
While Tom stands up holding the bra Dolores comes back and looks quizzically past the two women at Tom.
Dolores: You're wasting your money mom. I'm never going to wear that frilly bra.
Mom: It's not for you don't worry.
Tom looks up at his mom.
Mom: (To Tom, ignoring Dolores) They have matching panties do you want one of those?
Dolores: Matching panties? What are you doing mom?
Mom: As a matter of fact, I'm going to buy a pretty bra and panty set for your brother. Apparently he's had a longing to be pretty and I, I mean we, don't think there's any harm in indulging him.
Dolores: Tom in a bra? My brother in a bra and panty?
Mom: Not only that. I'm giving him your pretty dresses that you never wear just as soon as we get home.
Dolores: I can't believe it mom. You actually think that this ploy of yours will get me to wear a bra?
Mom: It's no ploy but I do hope it will make you realize what you're missing. This lady here was just like you at your age, but now she loves to wear pretty bras.
Brunette: I was telling your mother how I never owned a pretty bra until I was grown up and now all my bras are pretty. I have a drawer full of them and every day I sit there trying to decide which one I want to wear.
Tom: Wow. That's so neat. I wish I had a drawer like that.
Mom: What have I started here? You're getting carried away Tom. Let's just see how long you like this bra and panty.
Dolores: Is he going to wear his bra to school?
Mom: Of course not. It will just be for play time at home, until he tires of it.
Dolores: It's a strange idea for a toy.
Mom: Enough Dolores. You're not to tell anyone about this.
Dolores: Don't worry about that. Do you think I want my friends to know that my brother wears bras?
Mom: I'm still happy to buy you a bra also if you change your mind. In the meantime Tom, go find yourself a size 6 panty and we'll go to the fitting room.
Blonde: This is kind of exciting really. I haven't thought about the first time I wore a bra in years. I remember feeling so grown up.
Tom finds the panty he is looking for.
Tom: Where do I try the bra and panty on?
Mom: Over there is a fitting room. Come along!
Tom, his mom, Dolores and the Blonde and Brunette walk to the fitting room. Along the way several other women join the group after learning that Tom will be trying on his very first bra. The women are invariably stunning and well endowed. The group swells to 10 by the time they reach the dressing room and they file into it behind Tom and his mom.
Back on the bridge:
Janeway: What are we going to do?
Kim: Damn, the best part is coming!
7 of 9: I think there might be a security camera that shows the lounge area outside the changing booths. I'll switch cameras.
The image on the screen becomes that of a large mirrored room with a long row of slatted doors lining the opposite wall.
Several women who have been checking the fit of their bras, panties and shapers in the mirrors watch as the large procession enters.
Back in the store:
Women in blue bra: What's going on here?
Women in white girdle: I'm wondering the same thing.
Blonde: This is too cool. Tom, the young boy here is going to try on his first bra and panty.
Women in black panties: No fooling?
Brunette: He asked his mom for a bra and she let him pick out one. We think he's a 32A.
Women in white girdle: That looks to be about right.
The ladies gather around Tom and his mom forming a circle. Dolores stands on the fringe looking in.
Tom looks nervously around at the women peering at him. To a woman they are smiling. They are a remarkably beautiful and sexy assemblage of women. Besides the Blonde and Brunette who were first with Tom and his mom, there is a Redhead, two more blondes and a brunette.
Mom: No cause to be nervous. These nice ladies just want to see if all goes smoothly.
Tom: How do I put on the bra?
Mom: First take off your shirt.
Tom pulls his tee shirt up over his head and takes it off.
Back on the bridge:
Kim: Well I'll be damned; Tom must have shaved his chest!
7 of 9: How do you know that?
Kim: Last week when we stopped at Aurora 35, Tom and I snuck off to the beach for a dip. He had a hairy chest then.
Janeway: He must have been planning this.
Tuvok: It's times like this that I'm glad I'm a Vulcan.
Kim: Do you think this is the point of his exercise? To don ladies underwear in front of all these women?
Janeway: I was wondering the same thing.
7 of 9: I think you're being too hard on him. Once we come to understand the logic behind his drama, then we'll see the science of what he's doing.
Janeway: I hope so.
Back in the store:
Blonde: What a cute little chest he has.
Redhead: And such thin girly arms.
Blonde 2: He doesn't know how to put on the bra. Look at him.
Tom is holding the bra awkwardly trying to see how he should put it on.
Women in white girdle: Oh god, he's so cute. Hold your bra on one end!
Redhead: Not like that!
The women laugh.
Tom: I don't know how to hold it!
Mom: Use you're right hand.
Women in blue bra: Allow me to help.
She stands behind Tom and holding his right hand in her right hand she has him grasp one end of the bra.
Brunette: Finally we're getting somewhere!
Women in blue bra: Very good Tom. Now we take our left hand behind our back and reach for the other end of the bra.
By holding Tom's left hand she guides it so that he now holds the bra on its two ends while it encircles his waist across his back.
Women in blue bra: Now bring your two hands together in the front and clip the ends! It's simple, isn't it?
Tom: Oh no, it seems really complicated.
The women laugh.
Blonde 3: Tom just needs some practice!
Brunette 2: Will he be wearing bras all the time?
Mom: No, I think just around the house. Not to school.
Women in white girdle: Good idea. I think the other boys his age might be mean to him if they saw him in a bra.
Blonde: Even the girls would be mean.
Tom: I definitely just want to wear my bra at home.
Brunette 2: Smart.
Woman in blue bra: Can you figure out the rest?
Tom: I guess I need to swivel it around so the cups are in the front?
Brunette: Brilliant young man.
Tom slides the bra around his waist.
Tom: And do I then just put my arms through the straps?
Woman in black panties: A genius. You must have been meant to be a girl. You figured that out so well.
Tom does as he suggested and then is wearing the bra.
Tom: It feels so wonderful! That means it fits, doesn't it?
Mom: I think it's a perfect fit.
Brunette: Definitely.
Tom's mom runs her hands over the straps and band adjusting it slightly.
Blonde: See how his nipples are right in the center of the cups.
Redhead: Definitely the perfect bra for Tom. He certainly can't get a prettier, lacier bra than that one!
Woman in blue bra: So what do you think Tom? How does it feel?
Tom looks around at the staring faces.
Tom: It's so wonderful to wear a bra!
Woman in blue bra: Look at yourself in the mirror.
The women on one side of the circle step aside and Tom gazes at himself in the mirror.
Tom: Oh my god. It's so pretty. I don't think I've ever been this happy.
Dolores: I think Tom looks silly.
Mom: You're jealous aren't you? I can still get you a bra.
Dolores: No thanks.
Blonde: It can be hard at your age to understand why your brother wants to wear a bra, but you should admire the fact that he accepts his own femininity.
Brunette: And without guilt. That's so nice.
Dolores: Whatever! (To Tom) How can you stand to wear a girly bra? Just a plain white one would be bad enough!
Tom: I'll never understand why you don't want to be pretty like this.
Mom: Listen you two. I don't want to hear any more of that. Sometimes whether a person is a boy or a girl depends on how they feel inside, not on how their body is formed. Your brother feels like a girl, in fact, a certain kind of very feminine girl. I guess it's just the way he is. Nothing can be done about it. We might as well be as loving to him as we can. The lord knows he's not being girlish to make anyone else unhappy. Only to be true to himself.
Dolores: Well, to be true to myself I don't want to wear a bra!
Mom: OK, fair enough, but you do have the problem of having breasts and they need to be held, or else you'll pay a price when you're older.
Dolores: What price?
Mom: They'll droop.
Dolores: I'll take my chances.
Mom: Suit yourself. This has been so exhausting. Now Tom should put on his panty.
Tom: How?
Redhead: Well a good start would be to take off your pants and underpants!
Women laugh. Tom takes off his shoes and socks and then unbuckles his belt and pulls off his jeans so he is wearing just jockey shorts. It is evident that Tom is more than a bit stirred up by the proceedings. When he pulls down his underpants his excitement is revealed to all the ladies.
Back on the bridge:
Kim: Beam me out of here Scotty! Ladies hide your eyes!
Janeway: Psychology experiment? My ass!
7 of 9: My goodness!
Tuvok: How's he going to hide that thing?
Kim: How's he going to get that inside his panties?
Janeway: I think we're getting out of control here.
7 of 9: I can't explain Tom's behavior.
Janeway: He must be violating Starfleet protocols.
Tuvok: We might have to start thinking about how to shut down the holodeck and end this strange business.
Janeway: Let's just see what happens next.
Kim: I'm with you a hundred percent, Captain.
Back in the store:
Mom: My goodness, Tom!
Blonde: Look at that little thing.
Redhead: The cute little guy is just poking his head up.
Woman in black panties: It's actually kind of cute.
Dolores: Oh, yuck. This is too weird.
Mom: You better hurry up Tom and get your panties on.
Tom takes the panties from her and steps into them and pulls them up. He has to do a little bit of maneuvering to fit inside and the end result is pretty obvious.
Brunette: I guess that's why boys don't usually wear panties!
Blonde 2: You can say that again.
Blonde: I think Tom is cute as a button, even with the problem in his panties. Do you feel pretty like you wanted to?
Tom: Oh I definitely do!
Tom admires himself in the mirror.
Brunette: Let's get Tom some pantyhose to help him straighten himself out.
Brunette 2: Even better would be a long leg panty girdle. You know, one of the better built ones.
Blonde: While we're at it, let's get him a pretty dress. I'm dying to see what he looks like in a party dress.
Brunette: That's a great plan ladies. Let's get him some makeup and shoes and whatever.
Blonde: I haven't had so much fun since I played Barbies.
A few of the woman rush out of the dressing room.
Mom: Are you sure this is OK with you Tom? You're not feeling overwhelmed?
Tom: No, Mom. I don't think I've ever felt this happy.
Back on the bridge:
Tuvok: Is he serious? Is he saying that because he really is that happy?
Janeway: I do think he actually means it.
7 of 9: I have to agree with you captain. We're going to have to deal with a whole new way of looking at Tom.
Back at the store:
While Tom admires himself in the mirror, a number of women who had rushed off to get things for Tom come back into the fitting room.
Redhead: Here's some darling white pantyhose. Put it on first!
Mom: He'll never be able to figure out pantyhose. Sit down Tom and I'll put it on you.
Tom: Thanks mom.
Tom sits down and his mother opens the package and rolls up one of the legs of the pantyhose and places it over his foot, and slides it up to his knee.
Tom: Oh, it feels so silky!
Blonde: He sounds like such a girl!
His mom does the same with the other leg.
Mom: Stand up.
Tom stands and his Mom pulls up the pantyhose until just below his panties. It is clear that Tom is still finding the experience more than a little interesting.
Mom: You better do the rest!
Tom proceeds to pull the pantyhose all the way up to his waist having a noticeable affect on reducing the telltale bulge.
Brunette: You'll note that I got him control top pantyhose, to help him take care of his problem.
The women laugh.
Blonde: A very smart move. Now let's brush his hair and put in some barrettes.
She produces a brush and works on Tom's hair gathering it into two short pony tails held together by the barrettes.
Woman in blue bra: Here is the dress! It's gorgeous and so cute!
One of the women is holding a puffed-up pink party dress with ribbons and lace down the bodice and across the skirt. There is a sewn-in starched crinoline of several layers that holds out the skirt.
Tom: Oh, what a pretty dress!
Mom: It's a little over the top, isn't it?
Blonde: I think he'll look so darling in it. It's just perfect for him.
Woman in white girdle: Hold up your arms and we'll slide the dress down over your head.
Tom does like she asks and the dress comes down over him and the woman zips up the back zipper. Tom twirls around slowly.
Brunette: You're such a cute doll in that pretty dress.
Tom: Am I? It looks so beautiful. I feel so pretty.
Blonde: And so you do!
The women collectively ooh and aah at how pretty Tom looks. They take turns touching the dress and kissing him on the cheeks and telling him how pretty he is. One of the woman produces a pair of pink shoes that he puts on and another sprays him with perfume.
Tom swishes back and forth in front of the mirror.
Tom: I feel like such a girl. Mom, can I always dress like a girl?
Mom: We had an agreement.
Tom: I know Mom. I so definitely want to be your little girl!
Mom: I don't see how that will be possible!
Dolores: Look Mom, this is too weird. I'll wear a bra. Just stop him from prancing around. You made your point.
Mom: Point? What point? Oh, you think I set Tom up to this? I told you before this has nothing to do with you. But I'm absolutely happy you'll finally wear a bra! That's great!
Dolores: I thought this was just a big joke on me!
Tom: I'm sorry Dolores. I want to dress like a girl. Do you hate me for that?
Dolores: This is surreal.
Mom: Come Dolores. It has nothing to do with you. Let's go find you a bra.
Dolores: Just a really plain bra. Nothing fancy at all.
Mom: Sure, that's all you should get if that's what you want. Tom can wait here while we take a look at the bras.
Dolores: You see Tom, getting bras is really a girl and girl thing.
Mom: Don't be cruel. He can't help himself.
Tom: Can I take a little walk around the store?
Mom: OK, Tom, but don't go far and stay on this floor.
Tom: I will mommy.
Mom: Mommy?
Tom smiles coyly.
Mom: Whatever!
Tom walks out of the fitting room behind his Mom and Dolores and while they head to the bra section, he drifts slowly away in the opposite direction.
Tom: Computer. In five minutes have a group of boys from my class be in the store. I want them to be the tough ones like Barry, Cliff and Roy.
Computer: Acknowledged.
Tom: Computer. Make them tougher and a lot stronger than me.
Computer: Acknowledged.
Back on the Bridge:
Janeway: What's the deal with these guys? It sounds ominous to me.
Kim: I was thinking the same thing Captain.
Janeway: We might have to intervene at some point but I don't see how. 7 of 9, can you think of a way that we can shut Tom down?
7 of 9: I'll work on it captain, though I hope we don't do anything that will tip him off that we know what he's been doing.
Kim: (Laughing) Man will he be embarrassed!
Janeway: 7 of 9 is right. We have to keep our knowledge to ourselves. It could ruin Tom permanently, and we really need him on the crew.
Kim: If you say so (laughs heartily).
Tuvok: It's not a laughing matter.
Back in the store:
Two women have come up to Tom and begun a conversation.
Woman 1: Aren't you a pretty girl!
Tom: Thank you ma'am.
Woman 2: I think he's a boy pretending to be a girl. His little dress is so pretty that it's hard to tell.
Woman 1: You're right. What are you doing here dressed like a girl?
Tom: My mom is buying my sister a bra. I'm waiting for them.
Woman 1: Are you wearing a bra?
Tom: Yes, everything. Panties, bra, pantyhose. My mom and a bunch of other ladies helped me pick out the pretty clothes.
Woman 1: You're so cute. What's your name, little girl?
Tom: Tom.
Woman 1: That's not a girl's name.
Tom: I don't have a girl's name. Do I need to get one?
Woman 2: I should hope so. Tell us what you would like to be called.
Tom: How about 7 of 9?
Woman 1: What a strange name for a girl!
Back on the bridge:
With the exception of 7 of 9 the entire crew is laughing.
Janeway: He's got something for you 7 of 9. I've long suspected that.
7 of 9: Preposterous. I think he was put on the spot and had to come up with a name.
Back in the store:
Tom: It's a name of a girl I once knew. I liked her a lot. Actually I sometimes wished I was her.
Woman 2: Wished you were her?
Tom: Yeah. I'd see how beautiful she was. She wear's this incredible catsuit and she fills it out so well. I've often thought of sneaking into her room and trying it on.
Woman 1: You're so silly. Do all boys think like that?
Tom: I don't know. When she takes off her catsuit, I've wondered if she's wearing a bra underneath. You see her catsuit is so tight she might not need one.
Back on the bridge:
Captain Janeway and Kim are laughing so hard they are staggering around the bridge. Only 7 of 9, beet red in the face, is not amused.
7 of 9: This was the uniform given to me when I joined the crew. I never had a choice about how tight it is.
This only serves to fuel the pandemonium among the crew.
Tuvok: Are you wearing one of those garments underneath?
7 of 9: A bra, Tuvok? You mean a bra?
Tuvok: Yes, that's the garment.
7 of 9: I'm being teased by a Vulcan? A Vulcan? Vulcans don't tease!
Tuvok: Under the circumstances, I think Tom has raised an interesting question.
Janeway: Everyone calm down. We're supposed to be a starship crew. We have no right to have a laugh at 7 of 9's expense.
Kim: What about Tom?
Janeway: You're right. No matter what we've seen we can never let Tom know that we've seen it. I know that's a tall order, but everything that Tom has done is as private as any private thoughts that we might have. None of us are perfect. None of us can say that we have never thought of something that would embarrass us.
Tuvok: No doubt this is true of humans, but for Vulcans their insides are as pure as their outsides.
Janeway: Is this really the proper time for this?
Tuvok: My apologies, Captain.
7 of 9: Captain, may I be dismissed to my quarters?
Janeway: Sorry, 7 of 9, we need you to figure out a way in for us in case we need to get in there, and besides you never know what else Tom might say about you.
7 of 9: A good point, Captain.
Back in the store:
Tom is alone again. Suddenly, three boys Tom's age appear in front of him. They block his path and surround him.
Barry: Get a load of the cute chick.
Cliff: She looks real familiar, doesn't she?
Barry: You're right.
Cliff: (To Tom) Hi. You look familiar.
Tom looks down and ignores them.
Roy: Hey, she looks like someone, darn who is it?
Tom looks up and away shyly.
Roy: Tom? Yeah. Holy shit, it's Tom!
Barry: Go on!
Cliff: It sure is. Tom dressed like a little girl.
Tom: Hi. Bye. I gotta go.
The boys prevent him from moving.
Cliff: Not so fast. Where do you think you're going?
Tom: I've got to get back to my mom.
Roy: You're with your mom? She knows that you're dressed like a girl?
Tom: My mom and the other ladies helped me pick out this pretty outfit.
Barry: Pretty outfit?
Tom: Let me go. Someone is going to come along here and you're going to get in trouble.
Roy: You're right. We'll take you to a quiet corner.
Two of the boys take hold of Tom's arms and they escort him to a nearby place just underneath the escalator.
Cliff: What should we do with him?
Roy: I think our little girl should act like a girl.
Cliff: Yeah, good idea.
Barry: Perfect. You take her first. Cliff and I will keep away anybody.
Back on the bridge:
Janeway: What in the world does Tom have in mind by this? It's crazy. He could get hurt.
Kim: All he has to do is tell the computer to kill them off.
Tuvok: Assuming he can talk!
Kim: Well he still has his badge. Couldn't he kill the hologram from his badge?
Janeway: In case you haven't been paying attention, he left his uniform back in the lingerie department and now he's wearing a little dress.
Kim: This could get ugly.
Janeway: We might very well have to rescue him. Have you figured out how we can get in 7 of 9?
7 of 9: Not yet. I'm still working on it.
Janeway: Come on 7 of 9. Somebody always thinks of something in this kind of situation!
Back in the store:
Tom: You're hurting me.
Roy had Tom pushed up against the back of the escalator and had forced his arm back in a painful position.
Roy: Like I said. Put it in there and take care of me. I've always wanted a pretty girl to do that.
Tom: OK, just stop hurting me.
Roy had opened his pants belt as well as the top pants button. He lets go of Tom who slowly reaches inside Roy's pants.
Roy: Keep going. Get a hold of it.
Tom has an expression of distaste on his face. He reaches down even more until he seems to find what he is looking for.
Roy: That's better. Now encircle it and move with it. Not too fast.
Tom continues what he is doing a few more minutes.
Roy: That's really sweet. Just a little harder. That's good. Take advantage of the natural juice. Oh, that's very, very good.
Tom: My arm is getting tired.
Roy: Keep it up. Faster now.
Tom: But it's so tired.
Roy: Watch it or I'll smack you.
Cliff: It's my turn next.
Tom: You shouldn't treat girls this way.
Roy: Keep working. I'm almost there.
Tom: My mother will find out what you made me do.
Roy: Shut up! Yes!
Roy turns red in the face and then relaxes. Tom takes his hand back out. It glistens as if wet.
Roy: He's good. You're gonna like him.
Cliff: Great, come on slut.
Tom: I'm not a slut!
Cliff: That's a laugh. Get busy or I'll have to hit you.
Cliff undoes his belt and trouser button and Tom once again works his hand inside. He finds that Cliff is waiting for him and he has to maneuver him up into a more or less workable position.
Cliff: You're good.
Barry: I don't know why I'm third, but there better be something left for me.
Roy: Don't worry about it. Tom can only get better with practice.
Tom: You better not tell anyone at school that I did this.
Roy: Don't worry about that. You're going to be out little bitch from now on, so you better get used to it.
Tom: Gosh my hand and arm are really tired. I think they're going to fall off.
Cliff: Keep it up steady like that and hold it not too tight and not too loose. Let is slide. Just there. That's perfect. Ya, ya, ya!
Suddenly the boys and Tom can see Tom's mom approaching them. Tom makes to take his hand out of Cliff's pants but Cliff stops him.
Cliff: Keep it where it is.
Tom: But my Mom will see.
Cliff: No she won't. Roy and Barry will block her view. Just act normal and get rid of her.
Tom: I don't know if I can pull it off!
Cliff: You better.
Tom's Mom comes up to them in a rush.
Mom: So there you are! I had no idea where you'd gone.
Tom: Sorry mom, I ran into these boys from my class.
Mom: I recognize Cliff and Roy. They figured out you're Tom despite the dress?
Roy: We sure did, but to tell you the truth, I think we prefer him as a girl.
Mom: Really now?
Roy: Yes.
Mom: Is that true Tom?
Tom: Yeah mom. They've been a lot of fun.
His mom eyes them suspiciously. Her view of Tom is over Barry's shoulder and she can't see what his arm is into.
Mom: And who is this young man?
Barry: I'm Barry, ma'am. It's such a nice coincidence that Tom happened to be here today.
Mom: Well as long as I know where you are. Your sister is trying on some underwear now. As soon as she's done I'll come get you. We'll have to pay for all the clothes you're wearing.
Tom: Thanks mom. I'll be right here.
His mom walks away.
Cliff: OK. You handled yourself great.
Roy laughs hard.
Roy: The whole time he's talking to his mom he's holding your thing. It's so rich, it's so unbelievable.
Barry: I know, I was going to burst out laughing.
Cliff: C'mon Tom. Now that you've had a rest keep on going.
During the conversation with his Mom, Tom had felt Cliff shrink until now he could hold it all in his hand. He began moving his arm again and felt a rapid response until he was back where he had been before.
Cliff: This is so great.
Tom: My poor arm!
Cliff: Keep going. We're in the final stretch.
Tom: Don't move so much!
Cliff: Watch what you say or I'll smack you.
Tom: OK, OK, don't get so mad.
Cliff: Speed it up.
Tom's arm goes up and down more quickly.
Cliff: Bingo! Oh man!
Cliff turns beet red and then relaxes. Tom removes his hand. His palm seems to be dripping wet.
Barry: It's about time. Now me!
Tom: Do I have to?
Barry: What a dumb question.
The boys shift position so that Cliff and Roy are providing cover.
Tom: So, OK, can you undo your belt?
Barry: No, we're going to do something different. Get on your knees.
Tom: What?
Barry: I said get on your knees.
Barry opens his zipper and to his horror Tom sees Barry reach in and take out his manhood.
Tom freezes in place.
Back on the bridge:
Kim: Oh my God, he doesn't seem to have expected this!
Janeway: That's what I'm telling you. The holodeck can get pretty wild once you start going in certain directions.
Tuvok: It looks like he's going to shut them down.
Janeway: Thank God, at last!
Back in the store:
Barry: Get down I said. That means get down.
Tom looks away.
Tom: Computer! Remove Bar...
This is as far as he is able to get before Barry grabs him by the neck and forces him down onto his knees.
Computer: Cannot acknowledge. Repeat command.
Tom: (Shouting) Computer! Remoooo....
Staring him in the face for a brief second is Barry's now saluting member poking out from his pants. It takes just that long until Tom has the whole thing forced into his mouth so all he can do is mumble.
Back on the bridge:
Janeway: He's trying to say something!
Kim: He's got that thing stuck in his mouth and he can't talk!
7 or 9: Tom Paris is an idiot.
Tuvok: It definitely would appear that this entire situation was avoidable.
Janeway: We'll have plenty of time for recriminations later, if it comes to that. Now we've got to think how we're going to save him!
Back in the store:
While Tom is trying to talk and breathe and stop from gagging, Barry holds his shoulders and manipulates his head in exactly the place he wants it.
Roy: Oh man, Barry. Why didn't I think of that!
Cliff: Yeah we're idiots.
Barry: You might still have time before his mom gets back. You'll have more time if this bitch cooperates. (To Tom) Stop acting retarded. Get yourself into a rhythm. If you don't stop your stupid mumbling and concentrate I'll have to hit you. There, that's a lot better. Good, now we're into a nice rhythm.
While Tom is down on his knees with his pretty skirt arrayed around him, his head and shoulders can be seen sliding back and forth toward Barry.
Roy and Cliff turn around every so often to watch what is happening.
Roy: Oh man that is such a turn on. I'm going to go again.
Cliff: Aren't you spent?
Roy: Not me. I can go three or four times.
Cliff: Whew, not me. It takes me an hour or two to recharge.
Barry: Oh yes! Oh yes Tom! This is so good. This is going to be so good. Bam, boom, bam!
Barry squeals and suddenly gets quiet, his face turns beet red and then he relaxes.
Tom jumps to his feet. His tongue pushes something sort of whitish out of his mouth and onto his chin and he sputters as if to clear his mouth of something. He then makes a sudden move to run away and Roy grabs him.
Roy: Where do you think you're going? Now you do me!
Cliff: And then me! This is too good to pass up.
Back up on the bridge:
Janeway: We've got to get in! We've seen enough. We're going to have to shut this down before he gets hurt.
Tuvok: I agree captain, the situation is desperate.
Janeway: 7 of 9? Have you found a way in?
7 of 9: There! I don't know why I didn't think of it before! I've got the perfect answer.
Janeway: What is it?
7 of 9: Actually, I've discovered one more error on Tom's part. The security office for the store is technically regarded as "outside the store". We can be beamed to the security office and merely walk through the door into the store at the basement level.
Janeway: Fantastic, 7 of 9!
Tuvok: Wait. It looks like Tom is going to save his own neck.
Back in the store:
While Tom struggles with the boys he manages to yell out.
Tom: Computer! Have the crew appear to rescue me! Captain Janeway, Ensign Kim, 7 of 9 and Tuvok!
Computer: Override code required.
Roy forces Tom onto his knees with the help of Cliff and opens his fly pulling out his partially stiffened member.
Tom: Computer. Hex key is eight eight eight seven oh one.
Computer: Acknowledged.
Tom: Thank...
He gets out no more since once again his mouth is full.
Back on the bridge:
Janeway: Oh my God, what did he do, the idiot!
Kim: Huh? What's the override code?
7 of 9: He shouldn't have done that!
Kim: What's wrong?
Tuvok: It's against star fleet protocols to simulate crewman on the holodeck.
Janeway: Or anyone who has knowledge of the holodeck.
Kim: Why captain?
Janeway: Because the holodeck program becomes vulnerable to an infinite feedback loop if the hologram should refer to the holodeck, since the software will attempt to attach all links to the word "holodeck" including all those currently in the holodeck who know about the holodeck and so on and so forth.
Tuvok: The program becomes unpredictable after that point. Holograms have been known to turn violent and uncontrollable.
Kim: Wow!
7 of 9: Obviously Tom did it in desperation. But we're all in danger now. The entire ship!
Janeway: We'll have to get in there and stop those holograms.
Kim: How can we do that?
7 of 9: It's a big store. We'll grab them and drag them down to the basement and lock them in the security office.
Janeway: Great idea. Now let's get to the transporter room! And remember everyone, at all costs we cannot have Tom figure out that we're not holograms!
7 of 9: That might be hard, Captain.
Janeway: I agree, but the alternative is for Tom to be forever lost to us as a crewman.
Kim: You're right Captain. I never thought of it that way. I'll do my best.
7 of 9: Me too Captain.
Tuvok: Good luck to all of us!
Back in the store:
Roy: This is so cool, but it's going to take a while.
Cliff: Just be done so I can get it before his Mom gets back.
Roy: I'm trying.
Cliff: So much for your boast.
Roy: It's getting there. (Looking down at Tom) Isn't it my pet?
Barry: You'd think he was doing it his whole life. He seems to love it so much.
On the opposite side of the escalators from where the boys and Tom are, holograms of Janeway, Kim, 7 of 9 and Tuvok appear. Almost immediately the same figures come racing up the escalator and capture the holograms of themselves and drag them off.
Tom continues to perform on Roy as he had with Barry. A minute later the crew appears running toward the boys.
Barry: Roy, you better stop! There's a bunch of people in uniforms running here! Roy pushes Tom away and zips himself back up and Tom struggles to his feet straightening his dress. Janeway and the others come up to him.
Tom: Thank God you're here!
The three boys take off running away from them.
Tom: You boys should be ashamed of yourselves! Computer. Delete Barry, Roy and Cliff.
Computer: Confirmed.
The three boys suddenly vanish. Tom and the crew stand facing each other.
Tom stands primly smoothing his dress and smiling coyly.
Tom: I'm in a dress captain.
Janeway: We noticed that Tom. We're waiting for you to tell us about it.
Tom: I'm going to be a girl like you and 7 of 9 from now on.
7 of 9: You mean, all you have to do is wear a dress and then you're a girl?
Tom: I think I'm pretty cute.
Kim: If you ask me Tom, you don't yank my chain.
Tom: I wasn't asking Ensign.
Tuvok: If our work is done here, perhaps we should be going.
Tom: Not so fast. I have asked you here to help celebrate my new found girlhood.
7 of 9: Celebrate it? We're having a hard time seeing you in that dress. I'm with Tuvok. If we having nothing else to do, let's go.
Tom: I'm wearing a bra and panties underneath my dress.
Janeway: Proud of your panties Tom?
Tom: My mom helped me pick out this outfit. In fact, she always secretly wished I was a girl and today she took me shopping.
Kim: He's lying Captain. His mom wanted a bra for his sister Dolores.
Kim suddenly goes silent.
Tom walks over and stands in front of Kim looking puzzled. Behind him and out of his vision Captain Janeway and 7 of 9 point to their heads reminding Kim to use his brain.
Tom: Ensign Kim. How do you know about my sister?
Kim: You told me about your family once.
Tom: Computer. Verify that my sister Dolores is mentioned in the Ensign Kim database.
Computer: Confirmed.
Tom: Computer. Give details.
Computer: A conversation between Tom Paris and Ensign Kim regarding Dolores Paris was recorded in the officer's mess hall on stardate 5050.143.
Tom: Damn, I forgot that.
Kim: Yes Tom?
Tom: Nothing Ensign.
Tom regards him for a minute longer.
Tom: Computer. I don't want the crew to question what I say.
Computer: Acknowledged.
Tom: In fact, I want the crew to obey whatever orders I give them.
Computer: Confirmed.
Tom: Now Ensign, if I tell you that my mom wanted me to be a girl and brought me here to buy me girl's clothes do you believe that?
Kim: Yes Tom. Of course. Why wouldn't I believe you?
Tom: Good. Anyway, now that I've got you all here, I think we ought to have some fun. What do you say?
The four crew members simultaneously say. "Yes".
Tom: Good, I'd thought you'd see it that way. In fact, the first thing I need to do is find out what in the world 7 of 9 is wearing underneath that catsuit. 7 of 9, take off your uniform.
7 of 9 looks at Janeway who nods imperceptively. 7 of 9 unzips the back of her uniform and then steps out of it revealing that she is wearing a beautiful pink matching bra and panty.
Tom: Wow. You're so hot 7 of 9. I never would have guessed that you wore such pretty underwear. Now I want Janeway, Tuvok and Kim to take off their uniforms.
The three of them very slowly begin to disrobe.
Tom: Computer: Make the crew respond rapidly to all my orders.
Computer: Acknowledged.
Tom: Captain Janeway, take off your clothes now.
Janeway looks around and quickly unzips her uniform. She takes the jumpsuit off her shoulders revealing that she is wearing a black bra and panties underneath.
Kim smiles at what he is seeing and Janeway gives him an icy stare and he looks away.
Tom: Now it's your turn Ensign Kim and Tuvok.
Tuvok and Kim strip also until they are standing in their boxer shorts.
While Tom is deciding his next move his Mom and Dolores approach him.
Mom: Tom, who are these people in their underwear. This is so bizarre.
Dolores: I got five bras and five panties Tom.
Tom: That's not cause to boast.
Dolores: It's cause I'm a real girl and you're not.
Mom: Dolores, don't be mean to your brother. Anyway Tom, you have to come now so we can pay for your outfit.
Tom: OK, mom. Computer: delete my Mom and Dolores.
Computer: Acknowledged.
Instantaneously his Mom and Dolores disappear.
Tom: Now where were we? Let's see now. Captain Janeway and 7 of 9 come in close to me.
Janeway and 7 of 9 look at each other and sidle in closer to Tom.
Tom: Don't you both think I look good in this dress?
Janeway: My oh my is Tom lovely.
7 of 9: Lovely, Captain. Tom looks and behaves just like a little girl.
Tom: Come ladies don't you want to hug me?
Janeway and 7 of 9 each rest a hand on Tom's shoulder and smile at him.
Tom: Computer. Can you have Janeway and 7 of 9 show more spirit toward me? Have them embrace me, kiss me, want to put their hands up my skirts and feel me.
Computer: Acknowledged.
7 of 9: (Seductively) Tom, what have you got on underneath that cute dress of yours?
Tom: A bra and panties, silly, I thought I told you that.
7 of 9: Show us your bra Tom.
Tom: You really want to see it?
Janeway: Of course, Tom. We're dying to see your bra.
Tom: Here, you can feel it. Just put your hands on my dress and feel me.
Janeway and 7 of 9 each put a hand over the front of his dress and feel the bra inside.
Tom: I think I'll feel you at the same time he says.
He puts one hand on Janeway's black bra and one on 7 of 9's pink bra and feels their breasts. Janeway and 7 of 9 back off slightly and move away.
Tom: Where are you going? I want both of you to reach inside my skirt and feel what is inside my panties.
Janeway begins to move toward Tom's skirt but 7 of 9 doesn't move.
Tom: Computer. 7 of 9 is too lifelike. I don't want her acting like the real 7 of 9. Make her obedient. The same with all of the crew.
Computer: Acknowledged.
Tom: Here 7 of 9, put your hand inside my dress and tell me what you feel.
7 of 9 reluctantly put her hand on Tom's thigh and slides it up inside his dress. She arrives at his panties and she stops with her fingers resting on the object inside them.
Tom: Captain Janeway, you can join 7 of 9 inside there.
Captain Janeway put her hand inside until she is also touching his panties.
Tom: Now ladies I want you to pull down my panties.
The two women comply as they each hold a side and pull down. The panties drop down to Tom's ankles. Tom sits down and raises his skirts exposing himself.
Tom: Now I want the two of you ladies to alternate taking me in your mouth until I climax.
Janeway and 7 of 9 look at each other aghast.
Tom: C'mon ladies, I don't have all day. I'm due back on the bridge in ten minutes.
The ladies get on their hands and knees on either side of Tom and lift his skirt further up.
Tom: But first, I want Kim and Tuvok to take their boxer's off.
Awkwardly, the two of them comply.
Tom: Now I want them to find themselves bras and panties to wear and then come back here.
Kim and Tuvok begin to walk away.
Tom: Wait. I'll speed this up. Computer. Dress Ensign Kim and Tuvok in white bras and panties.
Computer: Acknowledged.
Kim and Tuvok are still naked.
Tom: Computer. Comply with last order. I want Tuvok in a bra and panty.
Computer. Acknowledged.
Tuvok remains naked.
Tom: Computer. Run compliance auto-check for previous command.
Computer. Acknowledged. Result positive. Order has been completed.
Tom gets up and walks over to Tuvok and Kim and stares closely at them. Then he looks carefully at 7 of 9 and Janeway.
Tom: Computer. Remove Janeway. Remove 7 of 9. Remove Kim. Remove Tuvok.
Computer. Acknowledged.
Janeway, 7 of 9, Kim and Tuvok remain as they were. Janeway manages a small smile.
Tom: Captain Janeway?
Janeway: Hi Tom.
Tom: 7 of 9?
7 of 9 nods her head.
Tom: Kim? Tuvok?
Kim: Hey Tom, how ya doing?
Tuvok: Tom. I think it would be a good idea for you to end this holodeck session.
Tom: Computer. End session.
Computer: Acknowledged.
In a split second the entire store around them is gone and they are standing in the vast empty space that is the unused holodeck. Tom is naked and his uniform is lying on the ground in the distance.
Kim: I'm cold, I'm putting my uniform back on.
7 of 9: Me too. I saw the way you were looking at my bra and panties Ensign.
Janeway: He still is looking at your bra and panties.
Kim: She was looking at my you know what.
7 of 9: Why would I be interested in that?
Janeway: Enough of this. Everyone get dressed.
The crew race to get dressed and in a minute they are all back in uniform.
Tom: How much did you see?
Kim: Plenty!
Tom: My Mom and Dolores?
Kim: Yup.
Tom: The fitting room?
Kim: Yup.
Tom: Not Barry, Roy and Cliff?
Kim: Yup, yup, yup.
Tuvok: We've become quite familiar with your inner mind. Imagine trying to dress me in a bra and panties! I expect that you must be feeling an uncomfortable degree of embarrassment.
Tom: What were you doing in my hologram? You had no right!
Janeway: You violated every Starfleet protocol ever invented.
Tom: I was being attacked by the boys. You saw!
Janeway: The whole ship could have blown up!
7 of 9: We were also under Kardacian attack and you were hiding in the holodeck.
Tom: Damn, timing is everything! So I'm guilty as charged, Captain, now what?
Janeway: You will be demoted to a ship's maid and assigned to the women's laundry.
Tom: What? But I'm an officer!
Janeway: Was an officer. It's either the brig or washing the ladies underwear for you. What's it going to be?
Tom: Ladies underwear.
Janeway: You can report to housekeeping services.
Janeway, Tuvok, Kim leave and just 7 of 9 stays behind with Tom.
7 of 9: Had you only asked I would have been happy to show you what was inside my catsuit.
Tom: Really?
7 of 9: I've always been fond of you, but shy. Now that I know what's going on inside that pretty head of yours, however, I don't know what to say. It's pretty lurid.
Tom: It's sorta not fair. The holodeck is supposed to be private.
7 of 9: I know. Anyway, in the meantime you'll be washing my bras and who knows, maybe one day the Captain might forgive you.
Tom: I sure hope so.
Captain Janeway's voice comes out over a speaker. "Tom Paris report to housekeeping immediately."
Tom: Well, I got to go.
7 of 9: Bye.
Tom: Oh, one thing. Would you mind terribly if I wore one of your bras?
7 of 9: I'll find you an old one and give it to you. Is that OK?
Tom: Sure, that would be fantastic. And a panty?
7 of 9: Sure a panty also. Bye.
Tom: Bye. I'll be extra careful washing your bras.
7 of 9: I know you will.
End
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