Spock was, for a moment, utterly deprived of speech. James Kirk was clad in high-heeled, sharp-toed red boots, black pantyhose, and a form-fitting red dress that came to just below his knees. His eyes were accentuated with mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow in quite dark shades, his mouth with vivid red lipstick, his cheekbones with equally vivid rouge.
He wore a delicate little hat with roses on it, and a necklace and earrings with a matching rose motif. Something had been stuffed under the dress to make his chest and hips look fuller.
Spock stared for another few moments, and then finally managed to answer. "Surprisingly enough, you are... convincing. From what the Igamans seem to know about human clothing, they will have no trouble identifying you as a female. However, I would suggest a less tightly fitting--"
"Spock," said Kirk dangerously. "Are you calling me fat?"
Я обожаю, нет я просто молюсь на американские фики. Такие кинки, такая жесть! Так и вижу Кирка на каблуках, в розочках и с сиськами. Да уж, с такой женой никакая Т'Принг не нужна и любой пон фарр не страшен.
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