Bee

Just an idea I decided to play with. Fanfiction with an additional original character, alien anatomy, mostly something I was writing for myself. But if there's any interest, I'll try to keep it going! So enjoy! Bee * * * James T Kirk dropped a PADD down on the desk in front of Leonard McCoy. "There's good news and bad news. Which do you want first?" "The bad news," Leonard replied, leaning back in his chair and examining his best friend. The gold uniform suited him better than the doctor would've thought. He'd always known Jim could pull himself together when he had to, but he was seeing it more and more often now that Jim was officially a Captain. The youngest in the history of Starfleet. Leonard shook his head. Hard to believe, but they'd let him keep the position. Pike had probably had a lot to do with that. "Oo, too bad," Jim said, grinning ruefully. "Got to give you the good news first, or the bad news won't make any sense." Leonard rolled his eyes. "Fine. Good news first then." Jim would insist on doing things his own way. Jim picked up his own PADD, opening up a file. "Good news is I got to keep the command crew intact. All of us. You're my CMO, Spock'll be the first officer, assuming he agrees. Sulu and Chekov are my pilot and navigator, Uhura's communications officer and Scotty's the Chief Engineer." Leonard raised both his eyebrows. "Seriously? You got to keep all of us?" "We'll be on milk runs for a few months, but yeah, I did," Jim replied, his half amused grin showing he knew just how amazing it was. But then again, he'd saved the planet. Maybe it was no surprise Starfleet Command was giving him what he wanted. "And most of us have more experienced officers who'll be sharing shifts with us for a bit." Leonard nodded thoughtfully. That made sense...incredible performance behind them aside, they were still barely graduated cadets. He just hoped to God he didn't get some idiot trying to tell him how to run his department. "Any other catches?" "One," Jim said, smiling wryly. "They get to pick the rest of the crew. And you get to give them all physicals. Lucky Bones. You've got the list on your PADD." "Just great," Leonard replied, scanning the list quickly. "Anyone interesting?" "A few," Jim said, resting his feet up on the desk. "A couple of our instructors from back at the Academy. A few people I know by reputation." He stretched, and Leonard braced himself. That smirk meant Jim had an ace up his sleeve. "A Tal'assian." Leonard snorted. "Nice one, Jim. They never take deep space missions." Not that he could blame them, given their species' peculiar biological quirks. "This one does," Jim replied, his smirk widening. "Dr. Brilara Daran, the new ship's counselor. They tell me she's very good." "Have to be, to deal with this group of freaks," Leonard muttered, pulling up the file on the woman, now that he had her name. And yes, there it was. Well educated, degrees from her home planet as well as a few from Earth, possessing the natural empathy of her people...and an accredited Starfleet graduate, eager to serve on the flag ship. "What in God's name possessed her to sign up for this ship of fools?" he asked, scowling into Jim's good natured grin. "Got me," Jim replied, spreading his hands wide. "But she did, and you're going to have to give her a physical before the ship's cleared. I wonder if it's true what they say about Tal'assian women..." "Jim, she's an Empath," Leonard said mildly, still reading this Dr. Daran's file. "You go around wondering about things like that, and she'll know it. Keep it in your pants for once, will you?" Jim heaved a heavy sigh, before grinning brightly again. "Oh well. I got Gaila assigned to us, too." "Good. At least she can keep up with you." Leonard waved the PADD as the viewer on Jim's desk chimed. "I'll see myself out, Captain." Jim nodded, already immersed in whatever message was coming in, his easy manner disappearing into a more commanding one. Leonard left him there, heading back to his quarters, turning over the events of the meeting in his mind. Well, well well. A Tal'assian. He'd have to brush up a bit on their biology, see how much he remembered was actually rumor and how much was truth. Because rumor there was plenty. And the last thing he needed to do was offend the new ship's counselor by believing it. * * * Leonard pushed himself back from the monitor, blinking anatomy sketches away from his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose, glancing at his PADD, with its unassuming list of new crew members still pulled up. Well. Truth was stranger than fiction, he'd always heard. And this might just prove it. He now knew for certain that, as Chief Medical Officer, he'd be having to approve and prescribe--of all things--a diaper requisition for Dr. Daran. It wasn't just a rumor, as he'd thought it might be. The Tal'assians were, as a people, incontinent to the last one. They were humanoid, and in appearance not so different from humans, though they were smaller, averaging under five feet. Their evolution was, by galactic standards, fairly recent, which experts thought might explain the curious lapse in their ability to regulate their excretory processes. Their feces were much like rodents, small, dry pellets that passed with no fuss. But their systems had accommodated to such dry feces with an increase in the production of urine. Time spent as water mammals had only increased this, until the average Tal'assian actively urinated at almost all times. On their home planet, the native garb accommodated this, providing a variety of choices for collection devices. But as the Tal'assians had encountered other races and taken on space travel, their own designs had proved inappropriate. Leonard had found several that had been created since, including the most recent, which could be programmed into the new replicator technology being installed on the Enterprise. The fact that it resembled nothing so much as a baby's diaper, however, was not lost on him. True, the compartment for dry feces was unique to the Tal'assian design, and true, the sheer amount and absorbency of the padding required was greater than any child would need, but...it was still a diaper. And a garment that, according to her own medical records, Dr. Daran didn't go a moment without, expect perhaps when she was bathing. Leonard opened her file, reading the medical records he'd yet to open. Brilara Daran was, apparently, four foot six, with white hair and the nearly white skin of her people. She was extremely healthy, fit, with no records of major diseases or health problems. After Jim and his allergies, she'd be a breath of fresh air, Leonard had no doubt. In fact, the only thing at all that would--at first glance--take her to sickbay was her incontinence, and that was considered normal for her race. He read further, intrigued against his will. Dr. Daran exhibited all the usual symptoms of her people. Complete inability to regulate her bowel movements--her anal sphincter relaxed and released whatever pressed against it, whenever it did, involuntarily--and a complete inability to control her urine. In fact, from what he read, she seemed to be one of the many Tal'assians that overproduced that particular waste product, leading to a constant leakage from her body. Shaking his head, wondering how someone pissing themselves all the time could possibly concentrate on anything else, Leonard pushed the PADD away and headed out. He had better things to do than sit and wonder over alien females. That was Jim's job, anyway. * * *

I read at least every other day, and have the tab open all the time, but as you can see, I haven't posted that much in year I've been on here! I mostly lurk in most the places I frequent online, but especially on forums, where so many things can be so easily misinterpreted and turned into flame wars. I'm pretty shy in real life too, though. Working on it, but I still don't feel comfortable in a room full of people I don't know. And I drink very rarely and never enough to even get buzzed, so I don't know if it'd help!

I'm not a guy, and I'm not looking for a roommate, but I am here in Springfield! Glad to know I'm not the only one!

Hmmm... JD, from the early seasons of Scrubs. Jack O'Neill, from Stargate Nick Stokes, from CSI: Las Vegas Horatio Hornblower and probably a few others, if I thought about it longer!

I'm happy to eat just about anything, I just can't handle anything spicy. Even things that most people don't find spicy at all are painful in my mouth. And vinaigrette dressing is too vinegary. As an actual little kid, my mom said I was really weird, 'cause I liked everything on the list of things the pediatrician told her I wouldn't, but I hated apples and oranges and the normal stuff. I love brussel sprouts and liver and raw oysters and haggis and lima beans and any number of things at which most people turn up their noses. As long as I know it's not spicy, I'll try anything at least once. But if I had my way, I'd eat sushi for every meal.

Red Two, standing by.

My STFU shirt, a blue skirt, and a damp bambino bianco. Been much too long since I've gotten a chance to wear and I'm relishing it.

I was on it for a while, still would be if I could afford it. I got some dizziness, and some nausea, but that was about it. The main thing I noticed was being better able to deal with life, so I loved it.

Answer that, and you'll have the gratitude of the entire planet! It is frustrating, trying to understand the blocks some people have, trying to understand why they can't open their minds a little bit more. But then if we were all the same, life would be boring, right?

But maybe that's a limit for her. Maybe just watching is further than she wants to go. The most important thing in the BDSM community is consent, and respecting limits, no matter how random they might seem to anyone else. Just because you would be comfortable watching someone display a kink that doesn't do it for you doesn't mean that other person is comfortable with the same. Should they judge you and call you disgusting? Of course not. But neither do they have to go as far as you're willing to. Respecting someone's kinks doesn't have to extend to indulging or participating in them. For you, the kink might be being changed, but if for her simply seeing an adult in a diaper is too much...then that's her limit. At least respecting it means you're more likely to have your own respected in turn.

Currently? Neither, because I don't have a partner, and have never had one who has been into this. But my planned someday is definitely for both. I get a very large sexual charge from wearing and using diapers, and all the trappings of ab.

It seems to make the most sense to me. If something never seems forbidden or "strange" there's less chance you have to go looking somewhere to indulge it. As for your original question on this thread, I can only tell you what I think about it. The thought of someone being sexually attracted to a child is sickening. Of course it is, as a species, we want to protect our children, and their innocence. But being attracted to an adult making a conscious decision to act in childlike manner is different. There's, to my mind, as much an attraction to the willing release of control and responsibility as to the release of urine into a diaper. And I know in my personal fantasies--while I'm not always myself--I'm always someone of consenting age acting much younger. It's the power exchange that really makes it work for me. That, and the difference in emphasis from normal D&S trappings. Not everyone has a lot of personal emotional connotation with leather and whips, but all of us started out in some form of baby clothes and diapers. I'm not sure I said that very well, but I know I don't feel guilty about wanting to play a baby girl to a Daddy or Mommy. And I don't feel like they're wrong for wanting to play that role to me. Because it's so totally and completely separate from actual children, actual parents, that a comparison doesn't even enter my mind, until someone else brings it up.

LOL. Very true!

I wish I'd been wearing when I went to see Transformers last week! A large soda after a huge iced tea with dinner, and I spent the second half of the movie squirming. But as for wearing in public...people really don't notice. They're wrapped up in their own things, worrying about how they look, not watching other people for signs they've got unusual underwear on. I've worn around strangers, classmates, and friends. The only person who's ever said a thing is my roommate/best friend, and she knows about them, anyway. And if the average person on the street were expected to be staring at your ass so hard they did notice, then society's got problems much bigger than underwear.