nyota_uhura24 | [ddd][log][Scotty]

"Aye, an' tell you t'experiment a bit, just t'get back at you for that conversation," he replied, unable to keep himself from grinning just a little. "You got the clothes, then?" he added, gesturing to the stuff Uhura had brought along with her. "I'm dyin' t'get into something that actually fits."

"Please, don't remind me," she replied, trying not to blush as she opened the bag and pulled out a neatly folded stalk of clothing to hand to him. Though it had been a little tempting to find Scotty something dressy to wear, she'd opted for simple, casual pieces that she hoped would make him comfortable. She'd also brought bras and underwear, though she doubted Scotty would appreciate her mentioning it. "These should fit."

"Thanks. I'll just." He motioned in the direction of the bathroom, then took the pile of clothes and headed that way. Once inside, he shut the door and peeled off the uniform he'd put on that morning, pausing to look at himself in the mirror. God, this was weird. Right. Clothes. He got through putting on underwear and trousers no problem, and then... Shit. How the hell was he supposed to manage putting a bra on when his teenaged self had never managed to figure out how to get one off? He opened the door just a crack, and poked his head out. "Um. I might need a bit o' help..."

Edited 2011-03-19 06:59 (UTC)

"Take your time," she replied, smiling encouragingly. She was pretty good at guessing sizes, and she'd managed to find a range by asking friends and raiding the Enterprise's storage compartments, so she was fairly certain at least some of the clothes would fit. When he poked his head out she looked at him in confusion for a few moments before comprehension dawned "Ah..." This really shouldn't be awkward, but even though they were both female at the moment "she" was still Scotty. Trying to contain her embarrassment, she asked, "Do you want me to come in?"

He'd managed, at least, to get it most of the way on. It was just actually hooking the thing up in the back that was causing him grief. "Um. If you don't mind..." He nudged the door open a bit more with his foot, trying to keep himself as covered up as he possibly could; he was certain he was bright red by this point, but what else was he supposed to do? At least it was just Uhura, he told himself. Awkward as hell? Yes. But at least he knew Uhura probably felt about as awkward about it as he did. "I can't figure out the little hook things..."

"Not at all." And she really didn't mind helping. She just wished that this didn't feel so incredibly awkward. Stealing her nerves in the hope of keeping herself calm and helpful, she walked into the bathroom. Her eyes remained averted as she stepped behind Scotty. "I'll do the clasps for you," she said, gently pulling the two sides of the bra together and attaching the hooks. "It's usually a lot easier if you put it on backwards, without having your arms in it, and then turn it around. I'm... going to adjust the straps too, if you don't mind. They're a little loose."

"Thanks." In all honesty, Uhura seeing him half undressed like this wasn't all that bad. After all, he might have been occupying it, but this wasn't really his body. Okay, so it was weird. Beyond weird. But Uhura seeing him half-naked in this body was far better than Uhura seeing him half-naked in his own body. "You're a life-saver, love, you really are."

They could talk to each other so easily about anything and everything that wasn't related to sex; apparently female underwear, even if it was for Scotty, fell firmly in the "awkward conversations" category. "You're more than welcome." She'd do anything for him, even brave the incredibly awkward. Carefully tightening the straps a little, she asked, "How does that feel?" Although it'd be a lot easier for her to tell if she looked at Scotty's chest, she certainly wasn't about to suggest it.

"How is it supposed t'feel?" God, he felt ridiculous for having to ask that, but he didn't know the first thing about dealing with female anatomy. "I mean. I think it's alright..." He made a face at himself in the mirror, then reached for the shirt Uhura had found for him and pulled it on as quickly as he could. It fit a hell of a lot better than the one he'd been wearing. He ran a hand through his hair, making another face at how long it was. "Everything just feels off, y'know? I mean. I'm just glad I don't have t'work like this, because I'm pretty sure my center o' gravity's been thrown completely off, an' I don't fancy the thought o' tryin' t'work like this..."

Her brow knitted in sympathy. She wanted to answer Scotty's question, but there were a lot of details to making sure a bra fit and was adjusted correctly. "Just make sure the top of the cup is flush with your skin, not wrinkled or too tight, and that you feel supported." Once Scotty had the shirt on she stepped to the side and tried to be as discrete as possible as she glanced at him. "Everything fits."

Scotty sounded truly distraught, so Nyota didn't mention that there was a definite possibility he would have to work like this. "Your center of gravity probably is different now, but I'm sure you'll get used to it quickly."

"Muscle mass is all off too, I can feel the difference," he muttered, flexing his arm once or twice. "An', y'know... I bet I can't lift as much, either. I feel lighter, sort of. Except... here." He motioned to his chest, sighing. "An' all this blasted hair... D'you think I could get away with cuttin' it all off? I never realized hair was so bloody heavy." He was having trouble walking too - his usual gait didn't match up very well with his hips and the fact that his legs were a bit shorter than he was used to. "Y'know, it's a good thing I can get away with wearin' boots, because I guarantee I wouldn't be able t'wear anything else without breakin' my face."

"That makes sense, unfortunately. You probably have less physical strength in female form." Testosterone was a very useful hormone, after all. "You can definitely have your hair cut short if you prefer, though if you care for it properly it'll be a lot easier to manage. I brought products that will help, as well as a brush and hair ties. As for the walking difficulties, they will go away, I promise." She knew it was probably small consolation, but he'd probably adapt easily enough to the physical differences. "If you ever decide to wear different shoes for whatever reason, I can help teach you how to walk in them." She was thinking specifically of heals, but didn't think now was the time to mention that.

"Trust me, love, I'll be wearin' boots, an' that's it." It was bad enough that he looked like a woman. He just hoped that whatever this was, it didn't last long enough that he felt compelled to act like one too. Not that he had anything against women, but he was rather fond of being a man. It was, after all, what he was comfortable with being. "Could you braid the hair, maybe?" he asked after a moment, running his fingers through it again. "One braid, down the back? Seems like that would be best for keepin' it out o' the way."

"Fair enough," she replied, seeing no reason to argue when it made little difference to her what Scotty wore. All she really cared about was that he was comfortable. When he suggested braiding his hair, she nodded. "I'd be happy to." Reaching into the bag, she pulled out a few products and set them on the sink. "After you shower you should rub just a little of this into your hair. It'll make it much more manageable. I can also teach you how to braid it yourself, but it'll take a little practice. For now, do you want to go sit on the couch while I braid it?" There was no real need for them to stay in the bathroom.

He sighed at the hair products, shaking his head. It was so much simpler to just run a towel over his hair and comb it down once he got out of the shower. Maybe he should cut all of this off, he thought. Cut it short enough that he wouldn't have to worry about it. For now, though, he led the way back out to the couch, and sat down. He couldn't even sit like he normally did. "I really, really hope this doesn't last very long."

She followed him back into the room and sat down on the couch. "I know. I really am sorry you're going through this, Scotty. Can you turn a little more that way so I can reach your hair better?" she asked, gesturing. "I'm sorry if this hurts a little." She'd brought a brush, which she used to gently work the tangles out of Scotty's hair. Once it was untangled she started carefully french braiding it.

Another sigh, and he turned slightly so she could reach his hair. It just felt weird, all that weight on his head. Cutting it all off was seeming like a better idea by the minute. Still... he had to admit that the mental image of him sitting there, letting Uhura braid his hair, was a pretty funny one, and he couldn't help but laugh a bit. "God, all we need now is a sappy movie an' this is practically a sleepover," he said, still laughing. "Christ, this is ridiculous."

It was definitely a relief to hear Scotty laughing, even if it was strange to hear his laugh sound so feminine. "A little," she agreed, laughing along and continuing to wind Scotty's long hair into a braid. "I'm sure we could find a romantic comedy to watch. Then we could have a pillow fight and paint each others nails."

"Alright, now, I draw the line at nail paintin'," he replied, almost twisting around to look at her before he remembered that she was braiding his hair, and he probably shouldn't do anything that might mess it up. "Pillow fights, sure. Romantic comedies... alright, sure, if you really want. But no makeup, of any sort, aye? S'bad enough I have t'wear this." He tugged at one of the bra straps through his shirt. "Besides, if I let you paint my nails an' all that, an' Jack were t'hear about it? I'd never live it down."

Nyota made a noise that was very much not a giggle when he protested the nail painting. "But Scotty, I think Jack would love it if you had painted nails. I have a lovely shade of pink that would be perfect." She was joking, of course, because there was no way in hell Scotty would agree to pink nails, but she was sort of hoping she might convince him to let her give him a French manicure. "And pillow fights and romantic comedies will be right up."

"I don't care what Jack would love, you're not paintin' my nails. An' especially not pink." And hell, he'd been joking about the pillow fight and the movie, but if Uhura was going to insist on it, he figured it wouldn't be too much of a blow to his dignity. Just as long as Uhura kept quiet about it. "Jack would never let me live it down if I let you paint my nails pink."

"I suppose you're right. Painting them pink is probably overkill. A french manicure, on the other hand, would be much more subtle. It's really more like nail care than a manicure, anyway." She knew he was joking about the pillow fight and the movie, but it was far too much to tease, and she wouldn't object to either of them.

"Love, I work in the engine room, in case you've forgotten. Anything you do t'my nails, they're just goin' t'get chipped an' worn down." And never mind that it was shore leave and he wasn't going to be in the engine room until it was over. That was beside the point. Although it would make a compelling argument against him.

"Oh, that is a problem," she agreed, pretending to consider for a moment. "I'll tell you what. Let me paint your nails... and I'll give you polish remover for when shore leave is over and you go back to work in the engine room." She couldn't contain the mischievous smile that wanted to spread across her face.

He sighed, because really, his only other argument just boiled down to a simple 'no' and... Well, when had he ever been able to say no to Uhura? "You just want me t'give in so you can say you've painted the Chief Engineer's nails," he accused her, giving in. "Fine. If it'll make you happy."

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