A New Uniform - and Rank

It was a red dress, with a black trimmed neckline, both made of a very odd material that felt like none Fred had ever encountered. On the front of it, there was an odd gold sigil of some sort on the left bre- on the left side. It was like a an arrow point, with a spiral emedded in it.

Fred stood for a few moments, alternately admiring and scoffing at the dress. This isn't for me! he thought angrily. How could I possibly bring myself to wear something like this?!? Still... it looks very nice - there's just something about it...

Finally, Fred slipped the dress off of its hanger. Acting quickly, as though doing so meant he didn't have to acknowledge what he was about to do, Fred removed the remainder of his armor (though, oddly, he elected to keep the hose and the heels), and slipped the dress on.

Then, as the dress was pulled into place, he felt his torso shift and change. Fred sighed as, as he expected, his chest blossomed outward and his waistline shrank, confirming the voice's taunting declaration - Lord Fred was now Lady Fred.

"You're entirely correct, my dear," the voice saidf laughingly. "Now that you'vce made your choice, you can proceed."

"To where?" Fred said, shocked at how meoldic and enticing - how feminine - her new voice had become.

"You shall see," the voice said. "Just step forward." With a shrug, Fred began walking towards the back of the seemingly endless wardrobe.

Fred was surprised at how comfortable her dress felt . She was also a bit scandalized at hwo shockingly revealing it was, ending as it did several inches above his knees, and exposing almost every shapely inch of his legs.

As she walked on, Fred could tell that changes were still taking place. She realized her hihg-heeled shoes had reverted to boots - but tall ones, and ones still with heels. Also, she cuold feel the light tinkle of earrings she hadn't worn moments before. Finally, although it was hard to tell in the dimly lit wardrobe, she swore that her skin was getting - darker?

Finally, she reached the back, where she found a set of double doors - but ones with no handles. Well, another puzzle, she thought grimly. She stepped forward to examine the doors - when they pulled back of their own accord, with an odd swoosh.

Beyond the doors, Fred was flabbergasted at what she saw. Men and women, all dressed in brightly colored uniforms some red, some blue, some gold - bustled about a large room. The women were all dress as she was, in short dresses and boots. The men wore tunics with black trousers. One resembled an overgrown, greenish elf.

One man, seated in the middle of the room, swiveled his chair around and smiled at her. "Lieutenant?" he said.

Fred could only stnad there and gape at him, overwhelmed by her new surroundings. The man's smile relaxed a fraction, and an unmistakable tone of command came into his voice. "Lieutenant, are you all right?"

Suddenly, she knew where she was - and who she was. "Yes, Captain," she replied with a shy smile, "Sorry, just a bit - dazed, I suppose. Lieutenant Uhura, reporting for bridge duty." And with that, she stepped to the communications console and sat down for her shift on the bridge of the Enterprise.

1. Lt. Uhura had no recollection of Lord (or Lady) Fred.
2. Lt Uhura remembered being Fred, but felt that part of her life was over - Uhura is who she is now!
3. Fred knew everything Uhura knew, except how to get off this ship and back to her original quest.

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