The BLTS Archive- Harry's First Bra by Suz Voy (suzvoy@tesco.net) --- The kind of story that could only have been produced by Suz's sick imagination. Work was dull dull dull today. Can you really blame me for writing this? Disclaimer - I don't think Paramount would *want* to own these characters. --- "Something's different about you Harry; what is it?" Samantha Wildman continued staring at her lunch companion. He was sitting opposite her in the mess hall, noisily munching on a bacon, leola root, and talaxian tomato sandwich. It had only been two short days since the incident where the Captain's chastity belt had finally been released. Since her freedom the Captain had moved about the ship would a hugely satisfied grin on her face. Commander Chakotay was nowhere to be seen. The Captain informed them that he had requested some time off for 'personal reasons', but she couldn't stop from grinning to herself every time someone brought up the subject. Still, that wasn't what was bothering Samantha right now. There was something about Harry...that was different. But she couldn't quite place it. He paused mid-munch to look up from his sandwich and at her. Picking up a mug with his free hand and swallowing down a bite of food with a gulp of his drink, he shrugged. "Umm...I don't know." Leaning forward, Samantha rested her elbow on the edge of the table and studied him intently. "Hair cut?" "Nope." She puckered her lips. "Did you change your eye colour?" "Nope. Same colour as always." He resumed biting into his sandwich. Rising her eyebrows slightly in mild disgust, she glanced away. "Well, your appetite's definitely changed..." Immediately he thumped his sandwich down onto his plate. "Well it's not *my* fault!! It's those damn hormones the Doctor has given me!" Surprised at his outburst, she leant back. "What for?!" "For these!" he yelled, pointing at the new additions to his chest. Lowering her gaze to his breasts, her breath caught for a moment. "Oohhh.........*that's* what's different." Shaking her head she laughed at herself. "I knew it was something!" Sighing happily to herself, she picked up her fork and resumed eating her meal. Harry frowned. "Don't you want to know why I have them?" Chewing thoughtfully, she cleared her throat. "Well I didn't want to ask. I thought it was a personal choice." Rolling his eyes, he wiped a hand over his mouth to remove the crumbs. "I didn't ask for this to be done. Seven's breasts needed to be implanted in someone else urgently, and well..." "You volunteered? Geez Harry, I knew you had a thing about Seven but *really*..." "I didn't volunteer!" he insisted quickly "I wasn't exactly given much choice." Pausing, he glanced around. "I was unconscious at the time." Thankfully the mess hall was pretty much empty. Nodding and chewing at the same time, Samantha began to understand. "So what's it like suddenly having breasts? I mean I've had mine for years but they grew. Yours...suddenly appeared." Shaking his head at the question, he nonetheless thought it over. "Kind of uncomfortable I guess." Samatha stared at his breasts for a few moments. "Are you wearing a bra?" Starting to blush, he idly played with his food. "Of course I'm not. Don't be silly." "Well you're going to have to get one." Pouting, he looked away from her. "I don't see the point. I won't be having them for much longer." "Even so, do you think Seven would appreciate being given back saggy breasts?" Frowning, he looked back at her. "I thought gravity did that anyway." Fighting to urge to slap him, she snorted. "But you can give your breasts a helping hand, as it were, to keep them horizontal." Shrugging again, he picked up his sandwich. "Yeah, well, as I said I don't see the point. Seven will be getting these back in a couple of days. That won't harm them at all." --- A visitor entered sickbay and spoke. "Computer, activate the Emergency Medical Holographic Doctor." He materialised into existance. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency." Turning, he saw who was in the room with him. "Seven." Inclining her head towards him slightly in greeting, she continued. "Doctor there is no emergency, but I do have a request." "Oh yes? And what's that?" "I do not wish to have my breasts replaced." His eyes widened. "I see. May I ask why?" "Certainly. As I am sure you are aware, they are rather cumbersome. I did not notice before as I was accustomed to them but since their removal I have noticed an increase in my rate of momentum, and the pressure along my spine had eased considerably. I have therefore concluded that replacing the breasts would be detrimental to my performance as a member of this crew." Moving to the med tray, he fiddled with a few instruments. "Well I can understand your reasons, but are you sure about this?" She nodded. "Very sure Doctor." Sighing, he picked up a tricorder and checked the power cell. "Very well. You realise that this means I'll have to design new clothes for you? I didn't want to say anything about it before, but your old ones now are kind of...loose." "Yes, I had noticed the phenomenon myself. I apologise for causing you further work." "Oh that's okay. It's not as if I eat or sleep..." "True." Harrumphing, he placed the tricorder back on the tray and walked towards her. "And what shall we do about Ensign Kim?" --- Samantha tugged him along the corridor towards the science lab. "Come on Harry, this won't hurt a bit." "Somehow I doubt that," he answered but allowed himself to be dragged. As planned, B'Elanna was waiting for them outside the room. Samantha smiled in greeting. "Glad you could make it." "Glad I could be here. Never let it be said that I don't help out my friends." Holding out her hand towards the door, she nodded at Harry. "Shall we?" Petulantly he walked into the room. Samantha and B'Elanna quickly followed. Forming a small semi-circle around the control panel, Samantha tapped into the section they wanted. "Here we go Harry." "Do I really have to do this?" he whined, hormones still running wild. Seeing how upset he was, Samantha wrapped her arm around him. "Trust me Harry. This is a rite of initiation. It's something that every woman goes through." B'Elanna agreed, squeezing his hand. "Your very first bra! We're so proud of you. This is a special moment." Insanely, Harry began to feel a little better. He smiled timidly. "Really?" "Oh absolutely," the half-Klingon reassured him. "Replicating your first one with your mom or your friends. Or, in my case, replicating one by yourself because your mom doesn't want to know you and your father left you and you don't have any female friends because only boys are interested in you and you're so embarrassed because you don't really know what you're doing..." Her tirade came to an end when she felt someone kicking her shin. Samantha was glaring at her. "Sorry..." Over-compensating with a huge grin, Samantha hugged him again. "This is a very special day. Now, what colour would you like?" "Umm...black, I guess." B'Elanna and Samantha studied him frankly. "Are you going to be wearing a white top at any time?" "Er...I don't know. Maybe. Why?" "Well you can't wear a black bra with a white top." "Unless you're trying to make a fashion statement by going against convention," B'Elanna pointed out. "Good point," Samantha agreed "actually, where did this whole white top/white bra thing spring from anyway?" "I guess it just seemed to make sense because a black bra was too obvious through white material." "True, but sometimes you *want* your bra to be more obvious." Both the women laughed. Harry looked lost. Samantha continued. "Seriously, what colour do you use?" "Me?" she shrugged. "A variety. Usually black although Tom likes it when I wear red." Her companion chuckled. "Of course." "You?" "Flesh coloured." B'Elanna looked surprised. "Really? I can never replicate one that matches my skin tone properly." "Oh you know who you should see?" she paused briefly but continued at B'Elanna's silent insistance. "The Doctor. He's marvellous." "You've got to be kidding..." "I'm serious! Here, I'll show you." Grabbing the bottom of her uniform top, she untucked it and pulled it up until it bunched up around her neck. The other woman examined the bra closely. "You're right. That's amazing work." Harry's eyes were out on stalks. He was experiencing some very conflicting emotions. He started to cry. Immediately they ended their conversation and surrounded him. "Harry? Are you okay?" "It's just..." he sniffed "I don't know anything about this! I don't know about what colour clothes to wear with what coloured bra, or about flesh tones and I certainly didn't expect to be comparing them quite so vividly! I don't know anything about this!" he wailed again. B'Elanna shooshed him. "That's okay Harry. We didn't know anything about it either! You learn as you go." "She's right. There's really nothing to it after a while." The door to the science lab opened and the Doctor and Seven of Nine walked in. Seven said nothing. She was becoming accustomed to unusual sights when she stepped through doorways. The Doctor, however, couldn't resist. As he walked towards them he began humming "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts..." --- Not really fazed by the newcomers, the two women hugging Harry released him mainly so that Samantha could pull her top down to cover up her bra. The Doctor, still humming, grinned with his mouth closed. Harry pouted that his hug had been interrupted. He'd been quite enjoying the 'female bonding moment' that had been occuring. Since the breasts had been implanted, Samantha and B'Elanna had been the only two who had actually tried to get him to embrace his new identity, not advise him to get rid of the breasts or laugh at him. "Doctor, why are you here?" he demanded in a churlish tone. Picking up on his emotions and deciding to go along with that, both B'Elanna and Samantha placed their hands on their hips defiantly. The humming stopped just as the Doctor did. "Seven has some news for you." Looking in Seven's direction, Harry became a little less defensive. "What is it?" Placing her hands behind her hips, Seven dropped her metaphorical nanoprobe-enhanced bomb. "I have decided not to replace my breasts. I no longer wish to have them." Harry's two female companions gasped. B'Elanna butted in. "Seven...I can't believe I'm actually going to say this...but are you sure? As your 'breasts' stand at the moment, they're a bit concave." "I may undergo minor surgery so that my breasts are pointing in the right direction, but they will not be as large as the pair Ensign Kim is currently the owner of." The man in question had remained very quiet. Turning to look at him, everyone studied his expression. It was one of self-analysis. "Hey Harry, that means you don't have to keep Seven's breasts anymore!" Wildman tried to get him to smile, but he started to frown. Clearly he was in deep thought about the subject. Finally he spoke, staring at the carpet. "I don't know what to do..." "You can keep them if you want," the Doctor suggested "but it would require more estrogen injections. That will make even more changes to your body." "But it will be reversable, right?" Harry asked, absently. The EMH beamed. "Absolutely. Should you choose later to remove your breasts, it will be a simple as...well, any other breast removal operation. But, I'll leave you to think about it." "Good idea," Samantha agreed "besides, we still need to pick a bra for you Harry." B'Elanna had an idea. "How 'bout we *all* get a new bra. It's been a while since I replicated one..." "Great idea!" Samantha laughed, and once again all three huddled around the console. "Now then, what do we think Harry should go for? Cross-your-heart style? Underwire? Sports bra?" Chuckling lightly, the Doctor headed towards the exit. Pausing when he noticed his companion wasn't walking with him, he turned back to look at her. "Seven?" She was studying the group around the console with a curious expression. Harry muttered something that made B'Elanna and Sam laugh. Seeming to remember that the Doctor had spoken, Seven blinked and then looked over at him. "This is an activity I have never participated in, Doctor. I believe I will remain to observe." Turning back to look at the others, she continued. "That is...if they do not mind." B'Elanna's first instinct was to reject her; she and Seven had never been classified as friends. But she held her prejudice in check for once. Clearly Seven was eager to join them. Sam instantly looked up and responded "Of course you can stay Seven, but on one condition. You have to get involved, we're not having you just standing there watching." Seven was someone who had missed out on so much. Sam was determined that wouldn't happen here. The ex-Borg produced a tiny smile. "If you absolutely insist Ensign." "Oh I do, believe me." And then she smiled. "Besides, you can give Harry some tips here. They *are* your breasts he now has ownership of. You lived with them for some time." "You are correct." Walking up to the group of people, they parted for her gladly as she advanced on the console. It beeped under her ministrations. "I will display the design that most evenly distributed the weight of my breasts. I would also recommend that we replicate a new top for Ensign Kim. His current uniform is rather tight." Her words were not spoken harshly; she was merely informing them. It made them all grin. Watching from near the doorway, the Doctor joined in with the grins before silently leaving. Who would have guessed that this is what it would have taken to get Seven to socialise? He should write a paper on it. If only there were an appropriate forum to publish it... --- The next morning, Harry Kim reported for duty with a less form-fitting top and his breasts snuggly contained in some construction of Seven of Nine's suggestion. Tom couldn't help it. Every opportunity he got he stared at Harry's chests. He wasn't getting turned on by them, it was just the appearance of them being well looked after on Harry...*Harry*...it was almost too much to handle. And Harry was still just a little bit too emotional. When Tuvok made one of his typically Vulcan comments about emotions, Harry pouted for two hours. Eventually having enough, Tom left his station to have a word with the Captain. "Come in!" she called merrily in response to his request for entry. Walking into her ready room, he did his best to smile disarmingly. "Captain." Glancing up from her padd, she paused when she saw who it was. "What can I do for you Tom?" Taking the unspoken invitation, he sat opposite her and began. "There's something about Harry..." "Well yes, obviously," she chuckled. "Since the...well...since he had the breasts attached, he's been a little unpredictable. And I'm not suggesting that he's not fit for duty, but maybe he should be given a job that's a little less stressful? At least until he becomes accustomed to the changes that his-" "-body is undergoing." Placing her padd down on the table, she pondered his words. "You may have a point." "I just don't want him to push himself." Nodding, she leant towards him. "This has to be handled carefully due to his - as you said - unpredictable behaviour. I'll have a word with the Doctor and if he agrees I'll ask Commander Chakotay to assign something to him." Tom frowned and hesitated for a moment. "Umm...isn't he off duty for 'personal reasons' for the rest of the week?" Lounging back in her chair, Janeway displayed a very proud - and yet very private - grin. After she had been staring at her table for one minute without movement, Tom cleared his throat. Immediately she shook her head but the smile stayed in place. "Oh, sorry Tom. Yes, in that case I'll arrange for a new assignment personally. Dismissed." Bidding farewell, he stood up and left the room. As the doors closed behind him he began plotting. His curiousity had gotten the better of him once again. Chakotay was still in hiding and Thomas Eugene Paris absolutely *had* to know why... --- A meeting was called for by the head of the 'Gossip Spreaders Association', a faction of the crew that had sprung up in secret since the beginning of their journey, although it was now establishing quite a presence. They now had the grand total of six members - Tom, B'Elanna, Neelix, Seven, Harry and Sam. Strangely enough, when Tom had informed B'Elanna of what the meeting would concern, she'd suddenly informed that she had to work a double shift in Engineering and run off. Hmm. Deciding not to dwell on it now, he called the meeting to order. Everyone quickly settled down and sat in their chairs. Smiling, Tom looked down at them from the small podium he stood on in the holodeck. "I have gathered the members here today for one reason only - to discover exactly what the situation with Commander Chakotay is. As you know, since the Captain's release from the chastity belt three days ago the Commander seems to be in hiding. I know you were all there for at least some of it, but I have nonetheless produced this detailed report of exactly what happened." Stepping down from the podium, he handed a padd to each person who accepted it gratefully. "I suggest you read over this in case any of the details turn out to be significant to Chakotay's disappearance." Moving back to the podium, he placed his hands on either side and glanced down at his own padd. "Now, does anyone have any suggestions as to how we can discover exactly why he's gone into hiding?" Someone raised their hand. Seeing them, Tom pointed in their direction. "Yes Neelix?" The Talaxian, a new member of the group, stood and shrugged. "Well maybe we should just...you know...ask." The others chuckled and shook their heads. Tom smiled. "The direct approach. Perhaps an original idea, but it's not what the GSA is based on. Subterfuge is the only way we discover what we need to know. Anyone else?" Harry raised his arm which was rather painful as his breasts raised with it despite their support mechanism, so Sam helped him keep it up. "We could scan the room." "Pretty good idea, but Tuvok would probably notice. Anyone else?" Following the others examples, Seven put her hand up. "I have a plan Ensign. A most logical one." The head of the GSA grinned. Whatever plan Seven had come up with, it was bound to be efficient. --- The corridor was clear, as the computer had informed them. As the computer had also informed them, Chakotay was in the Captains quarters and had been for the past three days. This meant that since Chakotay wasn't in his quarters they could all bunk in their until their mission was complete. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long. There were really only two crewmembers who absolutely needed to be present - Seven and Harry - but the others had tagged along purely to see how things would turn out. Besides, they were all qualified members of the GSA. They had every right to be there. "Computer: confirm that Commander Chakotay is in Captain Janeway's quarters." "Confirmed." Tom nodded. It was best to double check these things. "Okay Harry, you ready?" Indicating that he was, Harry opened his engineering kit and pulled out the tiny instrument he would need. Approaching Seven, he began manipulating her auditory implants. Someone beeped for entry. Everyone froze, eyes darting towards the entrance. "Who the hell could that be?" Sam hissed desperately. Remaining calm when all around her were not, Seven simply asked the computer who was at the door. When it responded they all relaxed. He could probably be trusted. Calling for the newcomer to enter, Tom grinned at him as he walked in. "Doc! What can we do for you?" The EMH didn't seem particular surprised to find them all in Chakotay's quarters. In fact he looked as if he had been expecting it. "There are two things, actually. You can tell me why you're in here for a start." Tom was happy to comply. It was about time they gained a new member. "Tell me Doc, have you ever heard of...the GSA?" Doc almost gasped. "The GSA? I thought they were just a rumour!" "And that's just the way we'd like it to stay," Harry quickly responded, moving towards him. "But we are them. We," he waved in the direction of everyone in the room "are the GSA." Shaking his head, the EMH tried to take it all in. "Wait a minute...does this mean you're up to something now? And if so, can I watch?" The leader of the GSA chuckled. "What do you say guys - do we let him in?" A chorus of "Ayes" greeted him. "Looks like you're in Doc. Now, what else did you want?" "Oh, just a little project I'd like some help with. But we'll discuss that later. Let's get this done first shall we?" Winking at him, Tom turned to Harry and told him to continue. Within just a few minutes Seven's implants had been calibrated to the correct frequency to detect any sounds coming from the room next to them. Making one final adjustment, Harry stepped back. Immediately they could hear something. "For Gods sake Joe, get that contraption off of me!" "But I thought you liked it Ma'am." "Look, a little fun is one thing, but that's just ludicrous! Bring me the red one - I don't mind that..." "Anything you say Captain." Neelix was the first one to cough. "Er...I think we have the wrong room." Sam looked at Harry. "That wasn't the Captain though, was it?" "No," Seven informed her "the tone and pitch of the voice indicate that it was Susan Nicoletti. The male voice belonged to Joseph Carey." Harry smiled softly at Sam. "Seems they were having something of a 'power play'..." Adjusting her angle slightly, Seven eventually began to pick up noises from the Captain's quarters. "Umm, let's see. Okay, 'revenge'. Already tried that." "What's her Birthday? May 20th..." "Dammit! I do not want to use the toilet again. That's it. I'm just ignoring my bladder." Frowning, the members of the GSA looked at each other. Doc spoke. "Something tells me this has nothing to do with incontinence." --- The End