The BLTS Archive - Alterations
by T'Lin ( LinkyS@aol.com )

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Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own the TREK universe, I just like to
play  there. I promise to return everyone to their proper place,
unharmed, when I'm done with them. I make no money off of my efforts
here, nor do I intend any copyright infringement. Although these
characters are not mine, this story is.

©  T'Lin, 13 December, 2003.

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Garak impatiently paced ... the small office space making his task
virtually  impossible, but he was unable to sit still for more than a
few minutes at a  time. The suspense was killing him. Bashir had
reported to sickbay several hours  ago, where he was undergoing a
surgical procedure that would alter his appearance. He should have
returned nearly an hour ago ... and Garak was growing  more concerned
over his well-being by the minute.

But this was only the beginning of his worries. Some lame-brained fool
in  Section 31 had convinced Julian that he should impersonate Damar,
in order to  acquire information on the alliance between the
Cardassians and the Dominion.

Luckily, height and build were the same, or nearly so. What Julian
lacked in  upper body bulk could easily be concealed by the uniform.
The doctors were  confident that they could make him look exactly like
the Cardassian. But there  was more to this subterfuge than simply
appearing the same ... Julian would have  to *act* the same.

For that, they had enlisted Garak's help. He had spent the past
several weeks  training Julian. They watched endless surveillance
tapes of the station,  where Damar's image had been captured;
analyzing his body language and, whenever  possible, his speech
patterns. When alone, they spoke Cardassi -- Julian's  knowledge of
the language, taught to him over the years by Garak, was one of the
reasons Section 31 chose him for this mission.

But after weeks of preparation, Garak was still not convinced that
Julian  would be able to pull this off. Damar was too well known -- it
would have been  far better, in his opinion, to infiltrate the inner
sanctum as a nondescript and  nearly invisible aide to someone like
Damar.

Of course, time was of the essence, and a complete stranger showing up
at the  office one day would never be trusted in a position where
sensitive  information was being discussed, which is why Section 31
insisted on this current plan.  Garak didn't like it, and in a way, he
doubted that Julian did, either ...  although there *was* a certain
degree of danger which the human seemed to thrive  on ...

With that thought running through his mind, Garak heard the door to
his  office slide open, and turned to see Julian, the only person who
knew the code  besides himself. At first glance, he could have sworn
that Damar stood before him  ... but a closer look to the eyes, and
the silly grin on his face, told him  otherwise ... this *was* Julian,
magnificently altered.

click here, to see photo-manip -
http://www.geocities.com/tlin_s/ds9-dir/garak-bashir-cardassians.JPG

Garak inspected Julian with the practiced eye of a tailor. Julian
stood,  anxiously awaiting his judgment. As the older Cardassian
circled his friend, he  asked a few questions; suddenly, the voice and
words fell into place ... had he  not known that the man before him
was Julian Bashir, and not Damar, he never  would have suspected.

To Garak, there was only one more test to make. He stood behind
Julian,  placing his hands on the broad shoulders, and pressed his
body close to Julian's  back. Breathing deep, he inhaled the musky
scent -- he smelled like Julian, but  altered ... most definitely
Cardassian now and not Human. Garak became aroused  as he licked the
tender spot just below Julian's ear.

He smiled as the neck ridges flushed a darker shade of gray, just as
they  should. Suddenly, Julian turned, and became the aggressor ...
pinning Garak to  the wall with one hand, as he reached with the other
to open his lovers  trousers. Holding Garak in place with a passionate
kiss, Julian slid Garak's trousers  down passed his knees, then opened
his own, releasing his engorged flesh.

"On your knees," Julian ordered in Damar's voice, and Garak eagerly
complied.  He began to suck Julian's cock, his hands on his lovers
ass, preventing him  from pulling out of his eager mouth. Within
seconds, Julian came.

When he was completely spent, Garak released him, and stood, smiling
as he  said, "It's a good thing you won't be seeing Damar's wife, for
I understand she  is a very demanding female ... you're disguise would
never survive her ministrations."

Julian blushed ... his neck ridges darkening to a lovely shade of gray
...  while his exposed lower body was as pink as the day he was born.
Looking at  Garak's exposed genitalia, then to his own, he said,
"There are some things I will  not do for crown and country ... and as
much as I love you, I wouldn't trade  this," here, he grabbed his
partially erect penis, "for anything."

"I am so glad to hear that, my dear," Garak said, as he fingered the
slit  where a Cardassian female inserted her genitalia during
copulation. Although a  Human male was far larger than a Cardassian
female, he had learned to  accommodate Julian, and doubted he'd ever
be satisfied with a female ever again.

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The End