Where No Trans Has Gone Before
Part 2
by Mistress Tawny Suede
Chapter 4
As the two women walked down the dusty street, they nodded greetings at several town folk who were going about their daily business.
"This is a simulation of course," said Deanna, "but you must refrain from being overly aggressive."
"I wouldn't...." Tasha began to protest!
"Oh yes you would!" exclaimed Deanna. "I've seen you on away missions, and even in some fights in Three Below! With all the testosterone and steroids you have been taking, you have become belligerent and easily angered!"
"But you love me anyway, don't you toots!" Tasha grinned. She grabbed Deanna and pulled her close for a quick kiss. Several of the men walking past gasped. Women averted their eyes and pulled their daughter's heads against their skirts to hide the sight.
Tasha was puzzled. "What's going on?"
Deanna led her quickly down the street. "It is rather shocking in 1800s America for two women or two men to be openly kissing on the street!"
Tasha laughed! "Well fuck them for being righteous!"
Deanna continued, "I said that you must not be overly aggressive. There is a good reason for that. While I have designed this scenario for your treatment and enjoyment, I have brought other live people into the holodeck with us. I am not saying if there is just one, or more. They will be participating with us. So you can't just treat everyone in here as if they are expendable!"
"Why?" Tasha began to ask.
"You are not my only patient. This scenario has been designed for your treatment, but for at least one other as well. Also, no matter how good the computer is at modifying the program on the fly, natural human response is always more truthful, and leads to a better result!"
"So what you are saying is, no killing or maiming, right?"
"Yes, no killing or maiming!" Deanna laughed, "Well, I think we are here!" They were outside the town saloon. From inside they could hear the music from a piano and loud shouts - some sounding happy, and others sounding angry.
Tasha was not familiar with the "old west" as Deanna called this time period and location. They entered a structure that appeared to be made entirely of wood planking. They entered through two swinging doors that were not meant to keep out the elements. Inside were a large number of round tables, many of which were empty, but some of which had occupants, mostly male, all of whom had glasses of liquor in front of them. On one side of the room, ran a long bar at which a few individuals stood, also drinking. A small raised stage was set at one end, obviously used at times for entertainment that could be seen by all in the saloon, except for those whose view would be obstructed by the many wooden pillars which supported the upper floors. Wooden stairs on one side led up to a second floor where there were doors to a number of rooms.
Looking around the room, Tasha vaguely recognized some of the men at the tables. The computer most likely modeled the simulations on various members of the crew. A few were people she had passed in the corridors. Some were completely unknown to her - after all, the Enterprise had a large crew complement and she would not be expected to know everyone.
Deanna wandered over to the bar and Tasha followed. Guinan, or her simulacra, was serving drinks to Geordie and Worf, who were both dressed in dusty cowboy outfits. While the dark skinned El-Aurian bartender looked more or less like herself, the appearances of Geordie and Worf were both distorted by the computer. Geordie had natural eyes, rather than wearing a visor, and was about six inches taller and thirty pounds of muscle heavier than the real engineer. This Worf had even bushier eyebrows than her real life ensign, and his facial features were even uglier than normal!
The two men had obviously been drinking heavily. Beside them at the bar were two women, dressed in skimpy outfits, obviously designed to be sexually enticing in that time period. As Tasha turned her attention to the women she realized that the dark haired woman was Alyssa Ogawa from the medical staff and the blonde was Ryssa, the cute hydroponics lieutenant she had picked up at Three Below and fucked a few nights earlier. She realized that she did not know Ryssa's last name - it had not been important.
The two women, or more likely their simulations, were not reacting well to the attentions of the two men - the men were pawing at their clothing and trying to kiss the saloon girls, but the girls were trying to fend them off.
Deanna drew Guinan's attention and the bartender set two shot glasses in front of the sheriff and her deputy, filling both glasses. "Are these two the reason we were called over here?" asked Deanna.
Guinan replied, "They're just a small part of the problem. Their boss just dragged one of the girls to a room upstairs and she was hollering at the top of her lungs that she didn't want to go. Miss Beverly followed them upstairs a short time later with a shotgun. I've got no problem with her shooting the bastard, but I don't think any of us want to see her in jail. You better do something quick!"
Suddenly there was a loud feminine shriek from upstairs, and another female voice shouted, "I'll kill you, you bastard!"