Maiden Voyage
by K. Moore
1. The Booking
"Of course, we limit our cruise ship passengers to 100...50 of each
sex," the sexy travel agent continued. I was sitting in an overdone
office filled with oversized posters of exotic places, wondering just
exactly what I had signed on for. It had begun when I became
interested in a brochure I had seen stuck in one of my fancier TV/TS
magazines. It was one of those things that fall out of just about
every magazine, and I was just about to toss it when I decided to look
at it briefly. "SAIL THE CARIBBEAN AS THE WOMAN OR MAN OF YOUR DREAMS"
it shouted from its glossy cardboard. I read a little further,
convinced that it was advertizing one of those cheap Kathy Lee Gifford
type cruises, only with men prancing around in unconvincing women's
clothes. Then, the next line caught my eye--"We provide everything you
need to complete your fantasy, including complete bodily transformation
service as per your desire, wardrobe, living quarters, and a shipboard
matchmaking service. We use a breakthrough genetic discovery not as
yet approved in any major country to make you into the person you want
to be for a week. Cheaper than you might expect! Call 800-555-3434
for more information and an entrance interview!"
I had called the number, still very skeptical, and was surprised to
find that the heavily accented voice of the operator seemed very
sincere. She explained that the cruise ship venture was the business
operation of a highly respected geneticist who was in dire need of
further funding for his research. His grant requests had been turned
down by virtually every country as being "too risky," or "potentially
unethical." With an obviously rehearsed speech, she went on to say that
these governments were simply afraid of the amazing possibilities of
the good doctor's project, and had no desire to "change the face of the
planet as we know it." I still wasn't buying most of it, but since my
desire for as long as I can remember was to experience life from the
body of a sexy, attractive woman, I made an appointment with the agent
in my city.
So now here I was, listening in amazement to the agent's description of
the 7 day, 6 night voyage. It had all the luxurious attractions of a
regular voyage, classy staterooms, nightly dances, on board
entertainment and so forth, but obviously, the true purpose of the
cruise was what thrilled me.
I was informed that if I decided to purchase passage, I could choose
who I wanted to be from a list of 100 "donors" whose genes and DNA were
available for the transformation process. For the entire week, I would
be that person, in body anyway, while still retaining my own thoughts
and memories. Still unconvinced, I asked to see a sampling of the
women who were available. The agent got down a book, explaining that
the company only chose the most perfect "models" for their passengers
to experience, and how each model could be used only once for any
particular voyage. She opened the book and turned it around so that I
could look at four photo pages of the most beautiful young women I had
ever seen. Each photo contained as much physical information as could
be provided. I saw no woman over 130 pounds, or over 5"7'. The agent
must have seen my eyes get wide at the possibilities, and she further
enhanced her pitch to me by saying that nude photos of each woman would
be made available to me as soon as I signed my deposit check. Well,
despite being a usually frugal shopper who firmly believes in the "Let
the buyer beware" policy, I shortly found myself plopping down a $1,000
check as a down payment for passage aboard a boat that was to leave in
two weeks. The agent shook my hand warmly as I rose to leave, and I
returned her smile. She had treated me quite ordinarily, never even
remotely showing any kind of amusement or disgust at my fairly
unorthodox fantasy. I appreciated this, and hoped that she truly felt
as open minded as she acted. Just before I walked out of the door, she
called after me, then put a glossy hardbound book in my hands,
explaining that these were nude photos of the women I had seen, shot
from five different angles and poses. I smiled and shook my head in
disbelief again as I walked out of the shop, got in my car, and ran red
lights in haste to get home and choose the woman I would become for a
whole week!
2. The Port of Call and Change
When I arrived home, I immediately made myself a drink and sat down to
peruse my book. I was amazed to find how finely detailed the book was.
Not only did it feature beautiful women in various states of dress and
undress, but it included virtually every vital statistic about them.
From the "model information" I could find out "Tammi's" age, height,
weight, waist measurement, bust size, eye color, dress size...even her
nail length! I found it slightly amusing that while the book gave its
featured attractions feminine names, it referred to them as "Prototype
Titles!" After carefully perusing the book, I discovered that the
youngest woman was only 16 years old, and the eldest only 28. Since I
was 35, I realized that if I actually transformed into one of these
women, I'd not only have myself a sex change, but I would also lose at
least 7 years. I had to say that this business certainly had its
selling points!
I meticulously examined the book three times, narrowing my favorites
down each time I went through. The travel agent had told me to make my
choice early because they were selling passages constantly, and since
no two of the same "Prototypes" were allowed aboard during the a single
cruise, I'd have to phone in my selection as soon as possible if I
wanted to get my first choice. It came down to two different
models..."Ellen" was a 19 year old brunette with a lithe, petite body.
She looked liked the type of woman that I would love to have called my
own. An intelligent looking face, bright brown eyes and an
aristocratic nose. She was 5'9, 130 lbs with measurements of
34B-26-32. All in all, an elegant, sophisticated looking beauty that
would be my perfect dating type. I almost picked up the phone to
reserve her, but finally decided on the other. Since (if what I had
been told was true) this voyage was to be the greatest
fantasy-come-true of my life, I decided that I might as well get as far
away from reality as possible. I shouldn't become "my type" of
woman...I should become other men's type...I wanted to be the absolute
male ideal of desirable femininity. I picked up the phone and ordered
"Trixie."
Trixie was the perfect blonde. She was tiny, busty, and shapely. She
was 23, 5'2, 105 lbs, and her measurements were a mind-blowing
38C-22-38. Her lovely face, bright blue eyes, cherubic cheekbones,
pouty lips, and adorable expression of innocent wonderment, made her a
sexy but delicate goddess...In short, every man's dream girl. I
wondered if I could carry off becoming Trixie...Everything about me was
the perfect opposite of her.
I was big, sophisticated and intelligent. Trixie looked to be the
poster child of the fashion police...and even though her eyes were
lovely to look at, they didn't seem to possess that spark of
intelligence that separated the liberated feminist type from the dumb
blonde type. Could I be a "dumb blonde?" If everything went according
to plan, I'd certainly look like one!
The travel agent had a smile in her voice as I reserved the lovely
Trixie model. She was surprised that Trixie was available, explaining
that she was one of the most popular choices. My passage was booked
for one week from today. I was told that I didn't need to bring
anything but one change of men's clothes...everything else would be
taken care of as soon as my $5,000 balance was paid. I was to show up
at the Galveston Port at 9AM on Monday with the promise of a week of
fantasy that I would not soon forget!
As the agent described a few other details, I was convinced. Before I
hung up the phone, I was reaching for my checkbook!
The next 6 days went by in a blur. I vaguely remember putting in a
vacation request, and various conversations with my co-workers where I
simply told them that I was going on a cruise, but it was mostly
uneventful, my anticipation of what was to come overriding any
workplace duties! I drove down to Galveston on Sunday, checking in to
a hotel for the evening. That night, I hardly slept, and when I did,
erotic dreams where I was the female invaded my rest. I got up way too
early on Monday, and since I didn't have to do any packing, I found it
difficult to make the hours pass. Finally, at 7AM, I called a cab to
take me to the port, leaving my car in the hotel garage. I looked
around the port, studying the passengers, wondering how many had had
dreams like mine last evening. I settled in to the cruise line's
passenger lounge and read the newspaper. I noticed a fairly attractive
woman nearby who was looking around nervously at the other people in
the room. From her furtive glances and anxious posture, I knew that
she was going to be on the same ship as me. Deciding that nervousness
loves company, I struck up a conversation with her. She was
unresponsive at first, but when she realized that our goals for the
week were nearly the same, she became more animated. Her name was
Andrea, and she explained that many different men had treated her badly
in the past. She didn't understand them at all, and she didn't
understand why it was that she was attracted to the most abusive ones.
She told me that she had seen an ad for the cruise line in an adult
bookstore, and decided that the answers to her questions about
masculinity would probably best be discovered in becoming one herself.
We became more comfortable with each other, and I found myself opening
up to her about my desires to experience life as a member of the fairer
sex. I really liked her, and I think she liked me. Before we knew it,
the page to board the ship came over the loudspeaker. We parted
company, but before we did, we told each other what model we had
picked. I told her to look for Trixie, and she told me to look for
Andrew.
I saw her again briefly as we entered the ship's auditorium as
instructed by one of the ship's attendants. The auditorium was about
half filled... exactly 100 people if the agent's words were true. We
sat quietly, looking each other over shyly. I decided that most of the
50 who were men had a kind of androgenous look about them. Many wore
flashy clothes and maybe even a lit bit of makeup. They were by no
means way out of the ordinary, but I couldn't help but wonder why they
were here. I decided some questions were best left unasked and sat
silently. The women, I noticed, were mostly well out of the ordinary!
Very few of them were even remotely attractive, and the majority of
them wore masculine clothes and no makeup.
Many of them looked like they could take me easily in a wrestling
match. To be honest, I was a little concerned about what they could do
as men to the little slip of a girl that I was to become! Suddenly,
the lights went down and from behind a curtain on the stage came the
doctor responsible for our presence. He was greeted with a huge hand,
and bowed gratefully at the response. During the next 10 minutes, he
described his discovery in detail. Nothing his formula did to us was
permanent he reassured us, nothing his formula did to us was painful he
said, and nothing we did while under the influence of his formula would
matter once we changed back at the end of the voyage. He opened the
floor to questions, and was immediately asked about the danger of AIDS
and getting pregnant. Both of these conditions, he informed us, were
impossible under the conditions of the voyage. He explained that we
should look at it as if we were renting a car. We'd use our purchase
for a week, then return it to the dealer, only in this case, the dealer
didn't care if there were dents or scratches on it! His discovery
would create something from elements that were already in our
possession. Once the change was over, what was created would disperse
and go back to the basic elements it was created from. Someone asked
about personalities. The doctor told us that while our normal mind and
memories would remain unchanged, the hormones that would be produced by
our new bodies would influence both our personalities and desires. The
small crowd seemed appreciative of this, and I heard a few happy sighs
of confidence in our speaker. Hearing no more questions, the doctor
instructed us to find our staterooms, relax, take the mild sedatives
that would be found on our bedside tables, and await the arrival of one
of the attendants who would administer his formula to us. With that,
he dismissed us, saying that the next time we saw him, we would be
seeing him through the eyes of our own fantasy!
3. The Transformation
It was a little funny the way the audience members filed out of the
exits in search of their staterooms. While I could tell that many of
them were wide-eyed with excitement, their postures and body language
indicated embarrassment, and a definite aura of "leave me alone, and
I'll leave you alone." I guess I felt a little the same way...Even
though I was looking very forward to becoming my fantasy, for some
reason, I didn't want anybody to know what I was like in reality. I
had ridiculous visions of appearing at some ship function as Trixie,
radiant in my new sexuality and freedom, and overhearing a group titter
at my new look as if to say, "Who does he think he's trying to fool!
You remember that big guy with the beard and the receding
hairline?...That's him doing his Barbie doll imitation!" No, I decided,
anonymity was definitely the best route. I did smile in the direction
of the friend I had met before we boarded in the Passenger's Lounge,
and she gave me an amusingly nervous look back, taking a deep breath
and patting her chest over her heart as if to say, "Here we go!"
A ship's attendant looked at my ticket and pointed me up the stairs and
to the left. I looked around the ship as I walked, enjoying the gaudy
luxury of the liner. Everything was made up to look antique, though I
had an sneaking feeling that most of the ornaments were plastic! I
peeked into the enormous dining hall, noting that it had already been
decked out formally, probably for some function that evening. I drew a
quick breath, thinking that this might be the place that I would make
my debut as a comely blonde female! On the way to my stateroom, I
noticed signs pointing to all kinds of different ballrooms, bars,
swimming pools, and even the ship's movie theater. Having never been
on a ship before, I was thinking that this would be one hell of a good
time even without the good doctor's breakthrough formula.
Finally, I arrived at 1202, my stateroom. I opened the door and was
pleasantly surprised again at the splendor of my room. It was
spacious...about the size of a big single room apartment, and it even
had a small living room complete with television and stereo. I looked
around the living area approvingly, then walked into the bedroom.
There on the bedside table, as promised, was an elegant package
containing two pills and a personalized parchment note with
instructions on it. The note said that the intern who was to deliver
the formula was scheduled to arrive at 11AM.
I was to take the two pills at 10:30, and then try to relax. I looked
at my watch and noted with a little degree of panic that it was already
10:15! I decided to pass the fifteen minutes before pill time
acclimating myself to my surroundings. I checked out the bathroom,
noting with glee that it was obviously the bathroom of a woman. The
decor was very feminine with the shower curtain trimmed in pink lace,
matching towels to go with it. I looked on the pink tiled countertop,
finding all sorts of highest quality cosmetics neatly laid out on it.
I picked up a lipstick and opened it up.
It was a dark crimson shade that I knew would look incredibly seductive
on Trixie's pouty lips. I felt myself shiver with excitement at the
prospect that in just a little while, I'd be able to paint her (my!)
lips with none of the fear of discovery that I'd felt when I was
growing up and trying Mom's on. To actually put on makeup and not end
up looking like a clownish man pretending to be something he is
not...Oh, the possibilities! I came out of my reverie and looked at my
watch. It was 10:30. I went into the bedroom, noticing for the first
time that it too was definitely designed for a woman. The little lacy
curtains over the porthole window, the cute pictures of kittens, even
the delicately postered bed, all made for a most feminine effect. I
got the two pills out of their package, filled a glass with water, and
downed them. I really didn't know how powerful a sedative they were,
but since I felt no immediate effect, I continued to look around. I
opened the big sliding mirror doors to the walk-in closet and was
stunned at the amount of feminine finery that hung there. There were
beautiful dresses for all occasions in every color imaginable! I took
a strapless green sequined one down from its hanger, stepped out of the
closet and held it up to myself in the mirror. My big male body
dwarfed it...I was repulsed by the thought of putting it on in my
present form. If I could even manage to squeeze into it, I knew I
would look beyond ridiculous. I shook my head in disbelief when I
thought that soon I would not only be able to fit into it, but look
like an angelic seductress in it. When I shook my head, I felt the
sedative kick in. It had more of a calming effect than anything else,
and I felt a pleasant, tranquil feeling come over me. I looked around
a little more, noting with pleasure the numerous variety of shoes lined
up neatly on the closet floor. From sandals to four inch pumps, I had
it all! I opened the drawers of the big dresser and was stunned by the
riot of lingerie that was contained inside.
Everything from sports bras to sexy bustiers to slinky, barely there
negligees were folded elegantly in their own separate drawers. The
bottom drawer contained unopened pairs of pantyhose in all different
colors, as well as silky nylon stockings and a number of incredibly
sexy garter belts.
I suddenly felt a little overwhelmed by it all and sat down on the bed
to clear my head...Before I knew it, I was lying down, letting all the
exciting thoughts in my head come together in one perfect dream. I
must have dozed for a while, because the next thing I knew, I was
hearing a knock on my stateroom door. I half rose to answer it, but
the door opened by itself, and a pretty little woman in a white uniform
came inside. She was smiling and carrying a little metal tray with a
good number of medical looking vials and syringes on top. "Hello,
Kevin!" she said in a cheery voice. "I'm Pam, your intern. How do you
feel?" I told her I felt a little woozy, but in a nice sort of way. I
started to get up, but she motioned me to stay where I was, put down
the tray, and sat in the chair next to the bed. "Before we begin, I'd
like to tell you a little bit about what is going to happen to you. In
just minute, I'm going to give you an injection of concentrated
X-chromosome extract which will prepare your body for the change from
male to female. You'll feel a little tingly, but I promise it won't
hurt! It takes about 5 minutes to take effect, and while it's working,
I'm going to talk to you about what to expect from your new body. Any
questions?" I said no, and she nodded happily and asked me to roll up
my sleeve. I turned away as the small needle entered my skin, wincing
slightly at the little sting that I felt. In seconds, she patted my
arm and asked me hold a little ball of cotton on the entry mark for a
minute or two. I felt a warm sensation traveling from my arm and
spreading throughout my body. It felt strange and tingly just like she
said, but it made me feel like my body was heavier...like things were
shifting around just a little inside me! "Now, lets talk about
Trixie," Pam said with a smile. "You're going to feel different from
any way you've ever felt before!...And believe me, it's going to feel
wonderful! You're finally going to get to experience what I assume
you've wanted to experience for a long, long time. You'll get to feel
what it's like to have male eyes roam over your curvy body and burn
holes in your clothes. If you want, you'll get to see what it's like
to be completely in another's power, but at the same time know that you
are completely in charge of the situation. You get to choose whether
to be the "teaser" or the "teasee," a brazen nympho hussy or a shy
virginal maiden...you can be an airheaded bimbo if the mood strikes
you, or you can be the elegant sophisticate...or you can be all of them
at once! Trixie is the best of the bunch in my book!" I smiled at her
excitement and knowledge of what I thought was my own personal desires.
"How come you know exactly what I want?" I asked her with a warm smile,
noticing that my words sounded a little slurred. "Oh, lets just say
I've had some personal experience in the matter," she said with a
perfectly feminine toss of her head. "You see, only a year ago I was
Bill the aspiring medical student!" She giggled charmingly when she saw
my wide eyed expression of amazement at her announcement. "Wow," was
all I could muster in response. She laughed again and stood up,
tinkering with her tray of stuff, then looking at me with a sidelong
glance..."What, did you think you were alone in your fantasies? Silly
boy!" I just shook my head in amazement, still taking in the marvelous
womanly form pressing against the tight white uniform that not long ago
had been Bill the med student. "Okay, it's time for the biggie...Are
you ready?" I took a deep breath into my heavy lungs, blew it out and
nodded my head. "Okay, then...It's goodbye to Kevin for the next week,
and party time for Trixie!" She injected me again in the same arm,
talking to me as she did it. "This is the concentrated DNA of the
woman you know as Trixie, mixed with the doctor's metamorphosis
formula...I have no idea how it works, or how it works so quickly, but
I've never seen it fail." She took the needle out of my arm and allowed
me to rub it. "All right...we're all done, and no turning back
now!...Wasn't so bad, was it?" I was going to tell her that she was one
of the best with a needle that I had ever seen, but as soon as I
started talking, I knew that something was different. My voice was
cracking embarrassingly. Pam nodded excitedly..."Good! Your voice is
one of the first things to change!" I wanted to ask her how long the
whole thing would take, but all I could choke out was, "How long?"
"Well, sir...or should I say ma'am...There are two really terrific
things about the treatment. The first is that it only takes about two
hours for you to change completely, and the second is that not only
does it not hurt, but you're completely conscious while it's
occurring...And believe me, it's way fun to watch!" I felt myself
hiccup, suddenly feeling very, very strange.
Pam gathered her stuff up and put it back on the tray, talking to me as
she worked. "I'm going to go now. I know how important a moment that
this is for you, and I know you want to experience it in private. I
suggest that you strip off your male clothes and put them in the ship's
laundry...You're going to have no use for them for the next week! Now,
as to the ship, we left the dock about an hour ago...I think you were
sleeping when we left... and we won't have a port of call for the next
three days. You're completely at liberty to go to any ship's functions
you want to, or you can stay here by yourself and play with your new
breasts all day!" She laughed loudly when she told me this, then
continued with a knowing smile, "That's what I did my first time,
anyway!...Seriously, if you want a man, there are going to be fifty
ready and willing ones on board, and I daresay there'll be many new
women to experiment with as well! All you have to do is show up at a
dance, or dinner, and you'll have plenty of opportunities. There's a
list of ship's events on the coffee table in your living area, and
there are tons of attendants available to do just about anything for
you! Now, before I leave, how are you feeling?" I was feeling like I
was ready to explode...I was horny, I was hot, I was cold, I was
tingly...I felt like the elastic man, or is that woman? "Thanks for
everything, Pam," I said in a voice that just wasn't mine anymore. "I
hope I'll see you again." Pam opened the door and was half out of it
before she peeked back in and said, "If you're lucky, little lady!"
raising her eyebrows half seductively, half humorously. "Enjoy!" she
said, and shut the door. I was left alone, ready to watch a
spectacular, unbelievable transformation, exulting in the knowledge
that I was to be the subject of that transformation!
4. Man To Woman
There I was, alone in a luxurious stateroom aboard an exquisite
vacation ocean liner. I had just been given a formula that had been
banned in countless countries as being "too risky," when in fact, if
you believed the maker, it was a formula that could change the very
nature of humankind and the way we perceived things. Only ten minutes
had gone by since Pam had given me the injection, and I knew that I was
well on my way to transforming from the 35 year old muscular male that
I was, to the 24 year old busty blonde bombshell who went by the name
of Trixie.
Pam was right about my reaction to the formula...It didn't hurt at all,
but I was acutely aware that something was happening to me inside and
out. As soon as she had left, I had done as she suggested, stripping
out of my male clothes and tossing them into the laundry hamper. I was
a bit surprised at the way my naked male body looked now...it was still
totally recognizable as my own, but my skin had lightened quite a bit,
and it felt kind of pasty to the touch. I really didn't know what to
do with myself...I was way too excited to keep still, but I certainly
didn't want to leave my room. I decided to put a CD on the stereo and
just lie on the bed, facing the sliding mirror doors of my closet. As
I was returning from the sound system in the living area, I felt my
body begin to quietly jump and jerk involuntarily. The sensations were
similar to having one of those eye tics that I got every now and then,
or how my muscles felt after a nighttime charley-horse...only this
time, the tics and charley-horses were not centered in any particular
place! I looked in the mirror closely at my body, trying to see if any
external changes were evident. The skin on my stomach and around my
hips was indeed physically jumping around. It looked at little
creepy...like something from the first "Alien" movie! My skin would
bubble out a little, then shrink back to where it was. It was no fun
to watch, so I turned my attention to the pamphlet on ship's functions,
lying prone on the bed. I had just read a couple of pages when I felt
my first big change beginning. I suddenly felt an incredible urge to
stretch, but as I reached my arms over my head and raised my legs off
the bed, I realized that my stretching was having the exact opposite
effect! I felt my body extend to what felt like its full length, but I
was amazed to see that the distance between my feet and my eyes was
definitely shrinking. I could almost feel my bones contract as I
watched myself getting shorter. My body locked into the stretch
position as the eerie shrinking feeling continued. I half-expected to
be able to hear the creaking of my bones as I got shorter, but,
thankfully, there was no audible effect. As my body rearranged itself,
I felt a tiny shift in my throat, like I had just swallowed something
the wrong way. I gave a little cough to clear away the feeling, and as
I did, I realized that I had just coughed like a girl! My throat felt
closed up, or at least much smaller than it had been. It wasn't
unpleasant, just not normal. I tested the unfamiliar muscles in my
throat by saying, "Hello." The voice that came out was breathy, and
high pitched...it was the voice of about a 24 year old woman! "Trixie,
is that you?" I asked the air in my new soprano. The voice of a
natural born seductress echoed in my head! I giggled at the sound of
it, and if I had not known what was happening, I would have looked
around for a delightedly amused young lady in my room!
Things were happening a little more rapidly now. When my new, shorter
body finally unlocked from its stretched position, I became aware that
more than my height had changed. Before, where reasonably developed
biceps had been, narrow, thin arms had appeared. I noticed a loss of
muscle tone in both my pecs and my legs. Looking at myself in the
mirror, I knew that I probably couldn't lift more than half my weight
in my present condition. In addition to the loss of muscle and
definition, my hair, formerly nearly balding, had developed blonde
roots and was almost visibly growing longer as I watched! While my
hair was growing, the beard that I had worn for the last fifteen years
was receding back inside my face. I put a hand to my face and touched
the new smoothness of my cheeks. As I rubbed them, I felt the last of
my facial hair disappear. It felt as if an invisible zipper had just
reached its destination. With my hand still exploring my face, I bent
forward and peered closely into the mirror. Sure enough, there was no
evidence at all of a beard ever being there! Now, as I continued to
gaze fascinated into the mirror, I noticed the hand that was still
rubbing my cheek. It was a girl's hand! Much smaller than my own had
been, it was now soft and little, with the beginnings of perfectly
shaped nails on the tips of my tiny fingers. Along with the loss of my
beard, I noticed a subtle thinning of my eyebrows. They had not only
lost the brunette bushiness that was there before, but they had also
changed color to dirty blonde!
About 45 minutes had gone by since Pam had left, and I realized that if
my body had changed this rapidly in that short a time, I would probably
be all girl very, very soon! As if to justify this feeling, I suddenly
felt a major internal surge that sent shivers down my transforming
body. It felt like the aftermath of somebody punching me in the
stomach, but with none of the pain. I looked down at my stomach, and
watched, fascinated, as the extra weight from too much junk food was
consumed in a flash. About 3 months worth of dieting in only seconds!
What was left was not only a flat belly, but one that was almost
concave in structure. I was much, much thinner than before, and on top
of that, my waistline had shrunk dramatically. I moved my small hands
over the soft, smooth skin that had replaced my coarse male torso,
noting the feminine curve as my belly tapered in at the waist, then
flared out as it reached my hips. I let my hands wander further down,
and I could feel the same interior bubbling sensation that I had felt
before down around my hips. Sure enough, the bubbling seemed to push
outward, and before I knew it, my hips were in complete girlish
proportion to my torso. I looked at them in the mirror...They were so
smooth, so delicate looking, yet so incredibly sexy!
I turned around and beheld my bottom, it's new round teardrop shape
made me smile in total feminine satisfaction.
While the changes that had happened so far were more or less gradual, I
suddenly felt them start to happen all at once. It was like a train
that had climbed a very steep hill now plunging down the other side.
An electric tingle gripped me throughout my body, and it was difficult
to keep track of just all the changes that were occurring all at once!
Still gazing in the mirror, I watched the hair on my legs completely
disappear inside soft tan skin. My male legs reshaped themselves at
the same time...Male muscles settling into more toned, feminine
proportions. They looked great with my new broad hips! As all of this
was going on, I lifted my head to look at my face. Blue eyes, formerly
brown gazed back at me! A little feminine gasp escaped me as I
realized what had occurred, followed by an even more dramatic
exclamation as I watched what happened next! I felt as if my face were
starring in a computer morphing program...It blurred and shifted before
my eyes, my skin seeming more like an elastic mask than an actual face.
The blonde hair that I noticed before suddenly grew out in less than 5
seconds, tumbling down my back in sexy, tickling waves. I felt little
pinpricks above my new delicate chin as my lips swelled and darkened,
becoming a perfect, sensual woman's mouth. I felt the bones in my
cheeks shift and move, the gruff male jowls that had been revealed with
the loss of my beard instantly being replaced by generous high
cheekbones. My vision blurred for a second as my eyes widened,
becoming sparkling jewels that spoke of innocence, but also hinted at
mischief. I reached for my new lips, at the same time becoming aware
that my fingernails had grown in length to nearly an inch. I felt an
interior bubble pop in the middle of my face, and watched, amazed, as
my ordinary male nose shrank into that of a girl. It was small and
pert, and had the cutest little curve where it turned up at the end! I
smiled at the new female visage, shaking my head in wonderment that
even my teeth had become perfectly white and even!
Now, as I gazed back at the face of the beautiful blonde in the mirror,
I knew that there were only two more things that could happen to me,
but I was surprised to find that the curious transformation feeling
that I had been subject to for the last hour seemed to be gone. I got
off the bed and looked at myself full length...There was definitely a
woman in the mirror, beautiful to be sure, but I had no breasts and my
cock, though a little smaller, was still standing at attention in
admiration of the pretty face I was now wearing. I began to think that
something was wrong, and I watched as the blonde in the mirror furrowed
her cute brow in consternation. I was just about to pick up the phone
and call one of the medical attendants listed, when it happened! There
was sudden jolt of energy throughout my body that just about doubled me
over. I heard my woman's voice utter a low moan at the violence of the
reaction, but it turned into a curious satisfied, "Hmmmmm," as I
realized that again, I was in no pain whatsoever. I threw myself on
the bed, involuntarily drawing my knees up to my stomach. My eyes
rolled back in my head as the force of the transformation nearly
overcame me. Frozen in my fetal position, I tried to concentrate on
just which parts of my body were changing now. The reactions were
definitely centered in two areas...Over my upper body, I could feel
that bubbling sensation that I had felt before, but the sensations were
far more intense this time. My shoulders jerked violently, and I
realized that they were contracting and becoming much narrower. At the
same time, the internal bubbling that I was feeling around my chest
seemed to reach a climax and began to push outward. I heard myself
suddenly grunt, and as if by instinct, I felt an urge to push. I did,
drawing a huge breath, then closing my eyes and gritting my teeth.
Somewhere back in my mind, I was entertaining an amusing thought that
this is what it must feel like to give birth! Well, no baby was born
as a result of my efforts, but what was born was of immeasurable
pleasure to me! I actually heard an audible pop, like a balloon being
inflated to its full potential, and I was conscious of two breasts,
impossibly perfect to behold, suddenly appearing on my chest. I was
still in the throes of the final changes, but I managed to weakly
position my head so that I could look at them through my blurred
vision. God, they were beautiful! Full, firm and delicately white,
their large pink nipples pointed straight out, demanding attention. I
desperately wanted to fondle them and increase the wonderful sexy
sensation that just having them was bringing me, but the transformation
paralysis had not yet released me. In a moment, I realized why!
I heard an interior noise, almost like my stomach growling, coming from
just beneath my belly-button. At first, I thought I was just hungry,
but then I realized that the noise was the effect of my internal organs
rearranging themselves. Though there still was no pain, the shifting
of my organs was the first thing that made me feel a little
uncomfortable, and I found myself grimacing and wrinkling my new nose
in response to the change. At first, I could only imagine what was
happening down there...a womb, ovaries and uterus being created out of
the reproductive system of a man!...Then, suddenly, what was occurring
became dramatically evident. Just as I had felt an overwhelming urge
to push outward when my breasts were developing, I now felt an
incredible urge to pull inward! My torso heaved and my shoulders
hunched together making my new breasts press against each other. I
started to draw a deep breath, but then clamped my esophagus closed so
no air could enter. I strained against the sudden loss of breath,
creating a very satisfying pulling sensation. As I did so, I was aware
of my penis being drawn inside my body! My legs, still bent up to my
belly, suddenly spread violently apart as the last of my male genitalia
melted within me. I felt that zipper-like sensation again as the
transformation was completed, and I knew without even being able to
look that I now had a woman's vagina!
I expected the near paralysis that had taken over me during the big
changes to now subside, but it still gripped me. I felt a sudden
warmth glowing around my entire body...It felt like one feels from
lying in the sun a little too long! Little prickles of electricity
danced here and there throughout my body, creating tingles over my skin
wherever they lit. It was then that I realized these tingles were
probably the result of newly female hormones being released from my
newly female organs! They were attacking and destroying everything in
my body that was still male! I could almost physically feel my skin
getting softer and my senses getting more acute. My mind was suddenly
a torrent of intense emotions...I felt like laughing one second, then
crying the next! I shook my head in an effort to clear the hysteria in
my brain, and I was aware of my long blonde hair rustling and tickling
the soft skin on my chest. With this, I realized that the tingles were
ebbing away. In a moment, they were completely gone...It felt like
somebody had just turned off the sun lamp I was sitting under! I lay
flat on my back for a second, feeling my racing pulse slow to normal.
Inquisitively, I tried to flex my right hand, and I was relieved when
it responded without a problem. The paralysis had finally released me!
I slowly turned on my side, still not trusting that my new body would
obey my commands. It did, and I found myself looking through tousled
hair at a beautiful naked blonde woman in the mirror. I felt myself
smile at the reflection, then smile even bigger when I saw the woman in
the mirror do exactly the same thing! It was true! Trixie was me! I
sat up, still a little weak from the metamorphosis, and felt the
deliciously feminine sensation of my new breasts moving with me. I
stood up to face the pretty girl in the mirror. She looked just like
all her photos...Beautiful, but not a sophisticated looking beauty, she
looked like the epitome of a girl that any man in his right mind would
want to possess instantly. Her small frame and curvy body told of a
woman made to be not so much admired, but lusted after. From her
large, perfectly shaped breasts and her trim, supple waist to her
smooth, shapely legs and her cute, nearly hairless vagina, this was a
girl whose body cried out to be made love to. I pursed my lips and
watched the girl in the mirror do the same thing, her delicate pink
tongue darting out to moisten her inviting lips. I was instantly in
love with myself! I made her pout girlishly, then look sassily over
her narrow shoulder, then tilt her head so that her golden locks fell
over one eye sexily. The effect was wonderful! Oh, my was this going
to be fun! I laughed then, delighting in the sound of the high-pitched
tinkling giggle that came out of my mouth. Along with my new look, I
realized, came a multitude of new sensations. I was suddenly aware of
how aroused my new body was becoming in reaction to my fun with the
mirror. Still gazing at my reflection, I gently reached for one of my
new breasts for the first time. I saw my eyes widen with the touch of
my delicate hand. The tingling warmth that emanated from my nipple
seemed to have a direct connection to the place between my legs. I
used both hands to squeeze my breasts then, and I suddenly heard a
delighted feminine sigh of happiness escape me. The sexy warmth that
spread throughout me was like nothing I had ever felt before! I
remembered Pam's amusing comment about exploring herself for the first
time, and I decided, just like she had, that it was time to find out
for myself just what this new body of mine could do!
5. Explorations and Discoveries
As I gazed into the stateroom's full length mirror for the hundredth
time, I still couldn't believe what I saw. Even though I possessed the
mind of a 35 year old businessman with a Master's Degree, the mirror
reflected the face and spectacular body of a 24 year old blonde who
looked as if she probably hadn't made it past the 10th grade! I
wondered briefly what the real Trixie did for a living. I decided that
it must not be very fruitful if she was hard up enough to "sell" her
body for the pleasure of others. It was funny to see my new self think
about something in the mirror...Even though the thoughts I was having
were not particularly deep, Trixie's reflection looked like she was
mulling over the Theory of Relativity! Her cute forehead was furrowed
adorably in concentration, and, I guess subconsciously, her lower lip
was pushed out in a sexy pout! I assumed just from the mirror that
Trixie was not a girl that used to thinking past her immediate needs
and wants...and that was exactly why I was on board this incredible
ship! Talk about role reversal! I wondered if I would be able to
successfully carry out the conversation and actions of a beautiful,
though not terribly bright, blonde bombshell! I figured that I would
just act naturally in social situations as soon as I figured out what
"natural" was for a new woman.
I scrutinized my new form even closer than before from all angles. I
felt a strange satisfaction with my looks that I had never experienced
as a man.
I turned around and thought about what kind of clothes my curvy bottom
would look the most attractive in, then realized that I was probably
not thinking about what would attract me most, but rather, what would
attract men most! This was a thought that shocked me! I had never
dressed to please anybody but myself and the occasional special woman,
but never, never had I a care about what men thought about me! I
realized that while I still had my own thoughts and memories, I now had
Trixie's hormones coursing through my delicate body, and what little
science I knew told me that one's hormones have almost as much to do
with one's actions as the brain does. If this was true, then maybe I
didn't have to worry about "playing a part" in public...Trixie's
hormones would help me be as natural a woman as I could be!
I tested my theory by thinking about a male friend I knew who women
found irresistible. A picture of my buddy Craig flashed into my mind,
and the effect was instantaneous! Without intending to, my mind
suddenly created an image of him completely naked! As it did so, I
could actually feel what so many women had told me about him...He was
incredibly attractive! Muscled and toned in all the right places, and
with adorable little buns that begged to be gripped with feminine
hands. I went with the fantasy and found myself creating a little
movie in my head of him making love to me. I felt my body temperature
rise, and instinctively moved a hand to my breasts. In my mind, I had
him kiss me passionately. As I did so, I felt my other hand move to
the new center of pleasure between my legs. Realizing that I was about
to experience sex woman-style for the first time, I moved to the bed.
I lay down on my back, imagining that I was peering up into the
handsome face of Craig. One hand continued its arousal of my breasts
while the fingers of the other tentatively explored my new vagina. I
felt a tension begin to build up within me as I fast forwarded the
movie in my brain to the scene where Craig takes me body and soul! I
heard my new voice moan with feminine pleasure as my nipples became
tasty points of erect flesh, my vagina literally flowing with female
juices. I imagined the feeling of his penis making its first entry
inside me, and simultaneously plunged first one finger, then two, then
three into the fiery heat of my pussy. Instinctively, I felt my hips
begin to buck and thrust upward to meet my imaginary lover as one
finger centered its attention on my newly discovered clitoris. My
breath came in dainty gasps as I increased my rhythm. My breasts were
alive with pleasure as I squeezed them roughly, loving the feel of the
smooth pliable flesh that was now a part of me. Suddenly, I was more
an animal in heat than a human being as the tension neared its release.
My head thrashed back and forth, my breath hissing through gritted
teeth as I played with myself for all I was worth. Any thoughts of
Craig gave way to nothing but the animal desire for satisfaction! Just
when I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, I felt my back arch and
literally lift off the bed, a tiny female scream of climax coming out
of my mouth! I felt my legs spread to their widest point, vaginal
muscles instinctively clamping down on my fingers, and then it
happened...Wave upon wave of pleasure crashed down upon me as I spasmed
with my first female orgasm. Never had I felt such intensity! I felt
like a wet sponge that was suddenly being wrung out with a vengeance.
My left hand continued at my crotch, nurturing and coaxing more and
more pleasure out of me while I found my right hand in my mouth being
lightly bitten, the oral pleasure adding to everything else that was
happening to me. My breasts shook with the upward thrusts of my hips,
only heightening my pleasure with the feel of their strange and
wonderful weight on my chest. My climax must have lasted only for
minutes, but it felt like hours! Slowly, ever so slowly, I felt my
fingers start to decrease the speed of their rubbing and thrusting
while at the same time, my hips slowly ceased their bucking. Finally,
I was completely at rest, my body glowing with what it had done for me.
My rapid panting tapered off into deep breaths of satisfaction, the
rise and fall of my beautiful breasts becoming less frequent as I came
down from my high. I played my hands over my heated body lovingly,
caressing each and every fabulous feminine curve I found. I ran my
fingers through the delightfully tousled blonde hair, then over my
smooth flushed cheeks, then finally over my breasts. I tweaked each
enormous nipple happily, then let my hands glide outward as I hunched
my shoulders and squeezed my breasts tightly with only my forearms. I
looked down at my chest and arms, still marvelling at the concept that
everything I saw belonged to me! I rolled over to gaze into the mirror
at the nymph I had become. The girl that smiled back at me had that
wonderfully smoldering look of a woman who has just been made love to:
dreamy eyes that seemed to blink in slow motion, prettily flushed skin
that looked oh-so- cuddlesome, and an aura of absolute luxury that
radiated from every pore of her delicious body. I closed my eyes, lost
in the wonder that sex as a woman could be so incredible. I thought
about next time, wondering if sex with a man could do the same things
for me that I had just done for myself. I smiled and sighed with
satisfaction in the knowledge that my trip had just begun, and I could
spend the next 7 days finding out!
6. Readying for Public Viewing!
I stretched luxuriously on the stateroom bed, loving the nimble ease
with which this new body of mine responded. I don't exactly know how
to describe the difference between stretching in a 220lb male body and
stretching in a 120lb female one...Suffice it to say that I felt
"airier," more graceful, and just plain feminine! Of course, the happy
high pitched squeal of delight that came out of my natural ruby lipped
mouth as I stretched certainly lent credence to the feminine feeling!
I sat up on the bed, still feeling quite heated from my little bout of
self-gratification. It was a strange but wonderful feeling to feel my
breasts shift on my chest. Being so much lighter a female than a male,
their weight really did have an impact on the way I moved. It was a
constant pulling at my chest, and the knowledge that my chest would
always arrive at a destination just a little bit before the rest of me
was a little bit unsettling. Still, the sensual tug was a constant
reminder of my new sex and my new role in shipboard society...at least
for the next week anyway!
I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was now just after
4PM. I remembered the words of my Pam, my intern, as she told me that
the desire to stay indoors and experiment was perfectly natural, and I
should indulge whatever fantasy I wanted. I thought about it,
eventually deciding that I wanted to be Trixie outside more than I
wanted to be Trixie inside. The sight of myself in the mirror filled
me with a confidence that I had never known as a man...It was exciting
to know that no matter how I acted, I would still be a beautiful woman
to be treated gently and tolerated for, if nothing else, the way I
looked. I had always resented the way women used their wiles to get
out of traffic tickets, or to get a seat on a crowded standing room
only bus, but now I found myself wanting to see if those wiles worked
for me! Of course, that was only one of the reasons I wanted to get
out of the stateroom...After discovering the sexual pleasure that a
woman could know, I wanted mainly to get out of my room so I would be
able to return to it with company! After looking at my messy blonde
hair, and realizing that I was a little bit sweaty, I decided that a
shower should be the first order of business.
The warm water of the shower seemed to caress my breasts like a lover.
The feel of the spray against my soft, sensitive skin was more sensual
than anything I had ever experienced as a man! How did women keep
secrets like this? Why didn't they ever let us know that something as
simple as a shower was such a turn on? As I used my fingers to bring
myself to my second female orgasm in the hour that I had been a woman,
I knew that I would certainly add showers-for-two to my dating
repertoire when I returned to being a man! On the other hand,
shampooing my long hair was quite a chore, but one that I took on
lovingly. For the first time in a long time, I was well-pleased that
the ship's shampoo had ample conditioner in it. My hair was definitely
fussy with little tangles that just wouldn't quit! After I had finally
gotten it clean, I was just about to get out when something
instinctively told me to check my legs and underarms. They, like the
rest of me, were smooth as silk, but it was the instinctually female
way that I had actually thought of checking them that had me amazed. I
found it difficult to believe that Trixie's hormones told her when she
needed to shave her legs, but still, something had...I wondered what it
was.
If I thought washing my hair was a task, drying it proved that theory
to be nonsense! It took the better part of 30 minutes before my
shining mane was completely dry and under some semblance of control. I
had no idea of how to style or curl it, but then why should I? That was
what the ship's beauty salon was for, and I decided right then and
there that it would be my first stop. I walked naked out into my
stateroom and went to the makeup table and mirror thoughtfully
furnished with the room. I looked at the million or so bottles of
makeup, the thousand or so lipsticks, and the several hundred or so
containers of things that I didn't even know the name of. Since I had
dressed up a time or to during my youth, I knew I could manage the
basics, but the rest of it would have to be taught to me. I remembered
reading in the ship's brochure about beauty classes that were taught
aboard, and I made a mental note to check one of them out. I looked at
my pretty face in the mirror and decided that Trixie's natural beauty
probably didn't need much work, but I wanted to try out some of these
mysterious potions anyway. Just when I was about to get to work on
some foundation, something inside me told me to stop. It was that
innate female feeling again, and it was telling me that a woman should
always put on her makeup on last after getting dressed. Again, I
didn't know why I knew that, but I did. It seemed logical...That way
you'd avoid getting makeup on your clothes when you put them on, but
since I had never had a thought like that in my life, I was more than a
little amazed that such a thing had even occurred to me. I looked at
my reflection and gave a tiny giggle at the sight of Trixie's pretty
brow furrowed in cute consternation again, then put the bottle of
foundation down and bounced perkily into my closet again.
Only a couple of hours ago, I had looked in on the contents of my
thoughtfully stocked closet with skepticism, not really believing that
any body of mine would actually be able to fit into the skimpy, sexy
garments that graced the hangers. Now, slowly becoming accustomed to
my newly female appearance, I was not only sure that all of the clothes
would fit, but that they would also proudly show off my shapely assets!
Now, it was decision time. I looked at the clock on the wall and found
out that it was only 3PM. I knew that there was a ship wide "casual"
event scheduled for tonight at 7, and I planned to go. I had four
hours to myself. Did I want to head for the salon and see what they
could really do for this vixen whose body I now wore? I decided I did!
I picked up the telephone in the cabin and pressed the number for the
operator who connected me to the salon. I momentarily forgot about my
new voice and was briefly startled at the feminine soprano that came
out when I talked to the appointment manager! It turned out that they
had nothing available until 5. I scheduled myself for a hair and
makeover appointment then, momentarily flustered again when I started
to reserve the time in my real name! I was tickled when the girl on
the other end said, "Okay, Trixie, we'll see you then!" It was odd to
be referred to as a girl, even though standing there naked on the
phone, my wonderful breasts bobbing about freely, and a small, delicate
hand resting easily on a broad hip, the appellation certainly seemed
correct!
So, what to do with two hours? I looked again at the ship map and
entertainment features, trying to familiarize myself with the locations
of all the fabulous luxuries. I decided that a stroll around the deck
and a dip in the Olympic size pool was a really good idea. I wasn't
incredibly nervous about meeting the other guests, but I was obviously
still a little unsure of my female self, so I didn't yet want to go to
such obviously sex inspired spots like "The Contact Room," or "The
Meeting Place Bar." Nope, I wanted to stroll and swim, get used to the
feeling of being a woman, and maybe start a little casual conversation
with somebody else!
I looked in the closet again and was delighted to find a beautiful gold
French bikini hanging in the back. There were several others, but the
sexy metallic material of the gold one made my decision for me! I took
it down, loving the slick feel of it, and couldn't wait to feel it
against my downy skin! I knew that even though I kind of wanted to, I
couldn't very well walk around the ship in only this outfit, so I
looked around for something to wear over it. I was just about to
decide on a midriff baring white T- shirt and some shorts when I saw
the sundress. It was just about the same color as my bikini, but it
was a little paler. I took it down and felt the gauzy, semi
see-through material. Perfect! Casual, but very sexy, it was low cut
enough to probably give a pleasing glimpse of my cleavage nestled in
the bikini bra, and it would surely show the outline of barely-there
bikini panties. I realized that Trixie's knowledge of color
coordination was peeking through my regular male mind, but this time, I
accepted it as normal, not really caring where it was coming from. I
laid the sundress on the bed and picked up the bikini bra. It had
little spaghetti string ties around the neck and the back, and I was
surprised at the ease with which I put it on. It was obviously not
designed for support, but I still loved the way it lifted my breasts a
little as I tugged at the strings and fastened them securely around me.
I bent down and picked up the panty, pausing momentarily to enjoy the
unique sensation of the weight of my breasts enclosed in the satiny
cups of my bra. I pulled the elastic panty up over my silken legs,
admiring the way it slid up my perfect thighs and smooth crotch. I
looked at my reflection in the mirror and shook my head in disbelief!
While I had always been a real fan of completely naked women, there was
something about a beautiful woman wearing nearly nothing that stirred
my lust even more! My reflection in the mirror told me that I was now
one of these women! Breasts straining against a metallic gold bra,
spilling themselves slightly out of it...Crotch, hips and thighs
elegantly sheathed in a panty that left only a little to the
imagination...I was gorgeous! Seeing myself like this made me want to
get out of my stateroom even faster. I quickly pulled the delicate
sundress over my bikini, admiring the tasteful way it made me look less
provocative, but still managed to showed the outline of my sexy
swimming garb! I picked out a pair of pretty straw sandals, marvelling
again at how tiny my feet had become as I slipped them on. I decided I
didn't want to experiment with makeup just then, so I settled for a
generous swipe of a scarlet lipstick.
The taste and feel of the color on my lips was a constant reminder of
just how feminine I had become! I slipped the key to my cabin in a
small pocket of my sundress, took a deep breath, and walked out into
the open for the first time as a beautiful woman!
7. Shipboard Adventures!
The light from the outdoors hit me like a hammer. I blinked and shaded
my eyes while they got used to the sun. It was still strange to feel
that extra weight on my chest that moved when I lifted my arm to my
head... Strange, but definitely nice! When my eyes had adjusted, I
looked around a little before I closed my stateroom door. I had almost
forgotten that I was aboard a seagoing ship, and the sight of the
expansive ocean shocked me a little. It was so big and blue and bright
that I suddenly felt more than a little exposed in my new situation.
For a moment, I became terribly unsure of myself...Who did I think I
was pretending to be a woman? Sure, through the wonderful world of
technology, I looked the part, but other than that, I was still all
me...a 35 year old man with a low threshold of rejection. I thought
about the devastating reaction I would surely have if someone laughed
at me, or made me feel like a freak. I was five seconds from turning
around and going back into my cabin, plans of spending the entire
voyage inside running through my head, when I saw my first passenger.
He walked right in front of my stateroom door wearing an open Hawaiian
shirt and khaki shorts. Since I was having serious reservations about
even being outside, I tried to move my eyes away from him, but took a
quick look at his face before I did. What I saw made me feel much
better.
On his face was an embarrassed half-smile with eyes that spoke volumes
of his inner conflict. He kind of shrugged and spread his hands
briefly when he passed me as if to say, "Well, I did it, but I'm still
not sure if I can pull it off." He mouthed the word "Hello" to me as
our eyes met, but nothing audible came out. I lifted my hand just a
little to acknowledge his greeting and gave him a slight smile. He
nodded once again before he rounded the corner out of sight.
It was amazing what this little encounter did for my confidence! I
suddenly realized that I was not alone in my shyness...This guy, even
though he didn't say a word, let me know that this was a safe place...
There were others who felt exactly like I did, that a fantasy that
becomes reality isn't a fantasy any more. Real life, even as a
beautiful woman, comes complete with all the spooky day to day emotions
that are part of being human! It was a safe bet that all of my fellow
passengers were human beings, so it was an even safer bet that all of
them were going through what I was! I shook my head, loving the
feeling of my hair flowing femininely about my shoulders, and laughed
silently at the thought that we were all literally in the same boat
together! I threw my shoulders back, my breasts straining at my bikini
bra all the more, and strode with renewed confidence toward the public
area of the ship!
The deck was not deserted, but there were not very many people yet out
and around. I knew where they were...Either still in the throes of
sexual transformation, or exploring new bodies with unfamiliar hands,
exulting in the spectacular results! The passengers that were out were
mostly women...I thought briefly about that and wondered if the male
psyches contained within the shapely, busty female bodies I saw were
responsible for the early debuts. I guessed that the stereotype was
mostly true...Men were simply just a little more daring than women! I
took a seat in a deck chair, trying hard not to stare at the few people
I saw, but with mixed results. It was so weird to actually see in
person all the women I had seen photos of in my "Reservation Book." I
felt like I was a guest at a model convention! Then, as a cool ocean
breeze stimulated my new big nipples, I looked down and realized that
if this was a model convention, I was no guest! My body belonged at
just such a convention! I began to look openly at some of my fellow
passengers, experimenting with just what kind of reactions I would get.
I smiled warmly at a sleek woman dressed in shorts and a halter, her
tanned flat midriff exposed sexily. She glanced back at me with a
momentary look of shame, then immediately shifted her eyes away,
looking pointedly at the deck as she passed. She seemed to me like a
frightened little deer caught in the glare of unwelcome headlights.
I felt a little sorry for her...Didn't she realize how attractive she
was?
I wondered what she had looked like when she was a man, but decided
that such thinking was pointless and I should make an effort not to do
it again. It could only lead to discomfort. The next person to pass
by was another woman. This one had an air of sophistication and
elegance about her. She too, wore a halter and shorts, but the
graceful way she carried herself made her seem like a princess among
the peasants! Her short black hair framed a pale, flawless complexion,
intelligent luminous eyes peering at me from a beautiful aristocratic
face. I smiled at her, and she smiled back at me happily...Her head
unconsciously tilting to the side in friendliness. She altered her
step and walked toward me. I drew a silent deep breath...My first
contact with another in my new body!
"Hi!" she said in a cheery, feminine voice as she stopped in front of
me. "Hello," I said in reply, still a little stunned at my new
soprano. She remained standing and put her small arms up on the rail
of the deck looking seaward. She stretched luxuriously, a little
squeal of delight coming from her. "It's incredible isn't it?" she
said, looking back at me. "Yes," I said. "I can never get over how
huge the ocean is." "Not the ocean, silly!" she said, putting her hands
on her shapely hips in mock exasperation. "This!" she said, and slowly
rubbed her hands sensuously over her curvy body. I watched her display
with admiration, then replied, "Ummmm...I know. I can hardly keep my
hands off myself!" She giggled girlishly, then nodded vigorously. "I
never dreamed it could feel this good," she said. "Have you ever felt
anything like it?" I grinned and shook my head. "Nothing," I said,
then added, "At least not from the receiving end!" The princess laughed
femininely again, then offered her tiny hand to me..."My name
is...uh...that is, my new name is Rachel," she said. I smiled at her
miscue while taking her slim hand in my own and said, "I'm Trixie, and
I know what you mean about the name stuff!" The contact of her cool
hand in mine started some kind of minor reaction inside me, but I
wasn't sure what it was. I think she noticed, or maybe had a similar
reaction, and got a momentary embarrassed look in her eyes before she
raised her eyebrows and kind of pursed her lips. "Wanna sit down?" I
asked. "Sure," she said, and turned away from me to pull up a nearby
chair. I looked at her while her back was turned, admiring her shapely
rear and the sexy way her hips rolled a little when she walked. I
realized that this was a perfectly male reaction to a beautiful woman,
but felt the conflict within when I also realized that I probably
walked the same way she did and probably would get the same
appreciative stares!
Rachel and I talked for a while and watched other passengers emerge
from their staterooms in their new bodies. As time went on, we both
noticed that more and more men were "coming out," so to speak! We
became quite friendly with each other, and soon we were talking openly
about had happened to us. I noted that even though we discussed what
we did for a living, where we were from and so forth, we never
mentioned our former sex. We were just two women chattering about our
lives, punctuating our conversation with gestures that were naturally
feminine. In fact, the only time we talked about gender was when I
pointed out that more men were joining us on the deck. Rachel looked
about at the new swarm of male passengers and murmured with amusement,
"Silly girls...What took them so long?" I found this very funny and
laughed loudly for the first time as a girl. The sound was incredibly
pleasing as my tinkling titters filled the air! "Oh come on...Give 'em
a break!" I said, still giggly..."You telling me that you grew breasts,
then immediately dashed out to show 'em to the world!" Rachel giggled
along with me, then grabbed both her breasts and hefted them with mock
sexiness. "Why not?" she said. "Don't you they were made to be shown
off?" "No argument there" I said, then grabbed my own and imitated her
actions..."But don't you think I could give you some competition?" We
lapsed into delirious giggles again, but they stopped almost
immediately when a large shadow dropped across us. We both looked up
and saw an incredibly handsome man grinning down at us. "You ladies
enjoying yourselves?" he said in a deep baritone. I had almost
forgotten myself with Rachel...I was enjoying our talk tremendously and
was feeling very naturally female, but now, confronted by what was now
the opposite sex, I didn't know what to do!
I looked at him, realizing with embarrassment that he had witnessed our
little breast-grabbing show. He was clad in a white tank top and
tennis shorts, and the muscles of his thighs and biceps filled out his
outfit quite nicely. He was older, about 40 I guessed, and his sandy
brown hair sported a few distinguished patches of gray around his
temples. His chest hair peeked out from his tank top attractively, and
I realized that I liked the strong look of his legs. While I was
giving him a discreet once over, Rachel had taken the initiative.
"Hi," she said to him, tossing her hair in an all too obvious flirt,
"We're just happy girls having a little fun!"
"I can certainly understand that," he said, still smiling in
amusement...
"That's what this ship is all about!" He looked directly at me, and I
felt more than a little strange when I noticed that his eyes left my
face and slowly drifted over my body, coming to rest briefly on my
ample breasts. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, still not knowing
exactly what to say. He noticed my discomfort and quickly shifted his
gaze. "I can't remember ever seeing so many beautiful people in one
place in my life," he said, doing a quick sweep of the now-teeming main
deck. I found my voice and echoed his remark; "That's what this ship
is all about, too!" He laughed at my witticism, and I found myself
curiously pleased that he found it funny. "You're absolutely right,"
he said with a smile in his voice. We looked directly at each other
then, and I felt the unspoken tension that both of us were having from
this unique situation. There was an uncomfortable silence for a
second, and then he cleared his throat nervously and said, "Well, I
guess I'll leave you two alone...I'm sure we'll see each other again."
He gave a polite nod of his head, and began to back away from us.
Rachel, still trying out the role of the coquette, climbed up on her
pretty knees in the chair and said, "Wait!" When he turned back around
to us, she inclined her head and said in a shy little girl voice, "My
name's Rachel, and this is Trixie." To my surprise, he looked at me
instead of the cleavage that Rachel was draping obviously over the back
of the chair. He smiled mysteriously and said, "Trixie...Hmmmm...
You're just as beautiful as I hoped you'd be." I was confused, and I'm
sure my face betrayed this fact even though I said nothing. "I'm very
pleased to meet you again," he said..."My name is Andrew now."
Immediately, I remembered! "Ohhhhhh," I heard myself say softly,
looking at him and trying to find any trace of Andrea, the woman I had
met in the passenger lounge while waiting to board the ship. I got up
from my chair and walked over to him, aware that I was consciously
trying to move gracefully, like a woman. I stopped just a couple of
feet away from him and tilted my head with a pleased smile. "Is it
what you hoped for?" I asked, still in awe that the tiny attractive
woman I had liked so much before, could actually be this tall strapping
figure of manhood. He stroked his rough chin thoughtfully, still with
that slightly wistful smile. I caught him again looking at my figure,
but this time it didn't feel nearly as uncomfortable..."It's too early
to tell," he said, "but looking at you makes me think it has real
possibilities."
8. "Trixie and Andrew"
My mind was a mix of emotions...I was a thirty six year old man who,
through the wonders of technology, was currently in the body of a
busty, desirable blonde woman, and I was talking with an attractive man
who, through the wonders of the same technology, used to be an
attractive woman! It's hard to describe the feelings that went through
my new body when "Andrew" made his comment about his new sex having
"possibilities" when he looked at me. My immediate thought was one of
revulsion...It was akin to the reaction of a heterosexual man who has
been propositioned by another man. But, as I stood there open mouthed
feeling the cool sea breeze move over me, making me aware of the small
sensitive female body I now called my own, I realized that the thoughts
I was having were the product of years of conditioning...I had
certainly been propositioned by a man before, but never had I been
propositioned by a man as a woman. It certainly made a difference! I
tried to look him over with my woman's eyes as opposed to my male mind
set. I admired his look of sophistication and worldliness...The specks
of gray that adorned his temples gave him an air of dignity that, I
realized, made him quite sexy. His body, while not that of a body
builder, was toned and muscular in all the right places. I found
myself wondering what it looked like beneath his clothes and I was
amazed to discover that I was beginning to get a little turned on by
the very thought of it. I was aware of the large nipples on my new
breasts suddenly beginning to swell a little bit, and I noted a
definite upward change in my body temperature. My God, I thought to
myself, I can actually react to a sexy man the way a real woman would!
"Everything all right?" I suddenly heard Andrew say. I came out of my
reverie in a flash, realizing that I had been staring at him in
silence. I shifted uncomfortably, noticeably feeling the sensitive
bounce of my breasts under my blouse. I crossed my arms over them
modestly, hoping that I would be able to hide the obviously erect
nipples hidden in my bikini top.
"I'm sorry," I said, blushing furiously, "I guess I was somewhere else
for a minute."
"I'm sorry too," he said, "I guess that sounded like a come-on...I
didn't mean it that way."
"No...It wasn't that, silly, I was just...oh...you know..." I
stammered. "Jesus, it's all so new...I'm afraid I'm not sure how I'm
supposed to react in this body. It's all so..."
"Different?" he offered as I nodded my head. "Believe me, I know what
you mean," he continued. "I thought I had prepared myself for what was
going to happen. Even looked forward to it, but when it actually
happened, and I went from being so small and short to...this. I feel
so...thick?...It's like...I feel so strong now, and these hands?" He
held them up, flexing them and looking at them with astonishment.
"These hands don't feel like mine...At least not yet. And the other
stuff..." He glanced down at his body, pausing a little too long at the
place between his legs. "I just don't know...I feel a little like I'm
Popeye and I've just eaten a can of mega-spinach!"
I heard a woman giggle at his little analogy, then realized it was me!
"Poor Andrew," I said. "If it's any consolation, I can tell you that
you're not alone in your situation. I'm still trying to learn that a
woman can't constantly play with her breasts in public...Even if does
feel really, really good!"
He laughed at me, then we lapsed into silence for a minute. I knew
that he was trying to look at me the way I had tried to look at him
just minutes before...through the eyes of what used to be the opposite
sex. I smiled at him as I watched his eyes travel the length of my
svelte body. I even took my crossed arms away from my breasts so that
he could get a better look, but this embarrassed him, and he averted
his eyes uncomfortably. Still, a quick glance of my own at the hint of
a bulge in his shorts that was not there before, told me that he had
been successful in viewing me from a male perspective.
We both looked at each other with an unspoken knowledge, and even
though my male mind wanted to reassure and comfort him as the woman I
knew he really was, I felt like I had to try out my new female role and
let him make the first move that I knew we both wanted to be made. To
my surprise, he did!
"Um, would it be safe to say that we could help each other...um...make
the adjustment?" he said with an embarrassed grin, charmingly shifting
from one foot to the other as he spoke. I looked up at him
questioningly. "Um, there's a formal dinner and ball tonight in the
Grand Ballroom. Sort of an introductory
"Let's-all-get-to-know-each-other" thing."
"Yes, I know," I said, realizing full well that this was his way of
asking me to go with him, but still wanting to milk the experience of
being asked on my first date as a girl for all it was worth.
"Well, I was thinking about going, and since we sort of already know
each other, I was thinking that maybe you might want to go with me," he
said, looking at the deck and still shifting back and forth on his
legs.
He was precious...I almost giggled at how funny it was to see this man
who looked like he was born with confidence to spare, stammer and
stutter like a school boy! "I'd love to, Andrew," I said, reaching out
with both of my delicate hands to take his strong ones.
The relief on his face was almost palpable. He grinned and squeezed my
hands in his. "Thank you," he said. "I wasn't sure if that was the
way to do it...or...you know. I mean, I liked you before you...you
know." He was getting embarrassed again, so I gave his hands a final
squeeze and told him my stateroom number.
"I'll come for you about seven?" he said, and I nodded, feeling the
full rush of actually scheduling a date with a man for the first time.
He smiled at me one last time, then started to walk away. I was just
about to return to the deck chair with Rachel, when he turned back. I
raised my eyebrows as he walked back to me.
"Look, Trixie...I've gotta tell you...I don't really know if I can act
the way I know I look...I can't begin to tell you what to expect,
but...well..."
"Andrew, it's our first day, and we're supposed to have fun, so let's
not let expectations get in the way of our evening together. We'll
just take it as it goes and see what happens naturally," I said,
surprised at how womanly soothing my voice sounded as I spoke.
"Okay, then," he said. "I hoped you'd say something like that. I'll
see you at seven." He paused. "That is, if I can figure out how to get
into a tux!" A final smile and I watched him walk away, shocked at how
I found myself admiring his tight little buns as he disappeared into
the crowd.
As I was watching him go and experimenting with the tide of emotions in
my mind, I felt a light touch on my arm. I turned to see Rachel
watching him with me. "Now that's a nice ass," she said reverently,
then broke into a squeal of laughter. I laughed with her, more in
astonishment at the incredible reality of this situation than at her
little comment. For all practical purposes, to the casual observer, we
were two good looking horny babes checking out the backside of an
attractive male stud. But exactly twelve hours ago, the backsides we
would have been checking out would most definitely have been those of
the women!
We sat back down and watched the transformed people some more. Half of
me was just curious to see how my fellow passengers looked, but the
other half was interested in how they interacted. I was surprised at
the ease with which the majority of them conducted themselves. In
fact, with a few exceptions, most of them were even overly friendly
with each other. As the afternoon wore on, the outfits they wore
became increasingly provocative for both sexes. Many of the new women
strode sexily down the promenade deck in full makeup wearing nothing
but string bikinis. The new men were often topless, their burly chests
and muscles bared for any and all admirers. Rachel and I discussed
this at length, curious as to why the ones who were demonstrating their
new sexuality so brazenly were the last ones to come on deck. We
decided that they were probably the ones who had been here before. We
also decided that maybe they were not necessarily by themselves in
their cabins after the transformation! Either way, I was a little
disturbed at the open sexiness of their attire and attitude...Even
though I was now a woman, confident in my ability to experience a
woman's desires, I didn't want to spend my whole time on board having
sex. I wanted more than that, but, if outward appearances meant much,
I wasn't sure if I had a whole lot of company in my wants. I had a
sneaking feeling that it would be standing room only in the saunas and
hot tubs!
I asked Rachel if she thought she would be spending more time in the
bedroom than the ballroom, and she replied that it wasn't fair of me to
ask that since I was the only girl in this conversation with a date
tonight. "But," she said with a serious look on her face, "I've always
been in love with the idea of women, probably moreso than any one
particular woman. I'm here because I want to BE that idea! I want to
be the best woman I can possibly be, and I don't think that the best
women spend all their time with their legs wrapped around a man's
waist. I must confess that the idea of that doesn't seem terribly
alien or undesirable to me now, but I'm like you...I want to feel
pampered and pretty and make men weak in the knees, but I also want to
see how it feels to experience womanly emotions and express those
emotions for a change without being branded a wimp!"
I nodded in agreement with her, feeling very good about my new friend.
"You know," I said warmly, "I really like you." She seemed pleased at
this and smiled happily at me.
"I really like you, too," she said, taking my hand in hers and
playfully bouncing it up and down. "And, Trixie-girl, I hope you won't
be put off, but I'd like to get to know you better in more ways than
one, but only if you're interested."
I guess I should have expected this, but it still came as a bit of a
shock. As a man, I would have jumped at the opportunity to be with
someone as lovely as Rachel, but now, as a woman, I felt a reservation
that was totally unnatural. I looked at her, taking in her beautiful
slender form with all its curves. As I stared openly at her pretty
breasts encased in the feminine halter, I realized that the female body
still held some fascination for me. The hand that held mine was
suddenly drawn up to her mouth, and as she sensuously rubbed her full
lips over it, the tremor that went through me was proof of that
fascination. Entranced, I watched as she grasped one of my fingers and
took it slowly into her mouth. Her eyes locked on mine as she tenderly
sucked it, moving it in and out. I was speechless...my mind was
telling me one thing, but the growing heat of my body was telling me
something else. She brought my finger out of her mouth and then slowly
moved my hand between her breasts, her eyes never leaving my face. The
sight of my own delicate, female hand between those soft tempting
mounds was almost enough to put me over the edge. I could feel myself
really getting worked up now, but I just wasn't ready for this. I
gently pulled my hand back, patting her hand gently before I released
it.
"Um, Rachel...I think that maybe later I'd love to see you naked, but
not just now. If we're going to try and really experience being women
first hand, I think we probably ought to see what it feels like to be
heterosexual women first," I said thoughtfully. Her gorgeous face fell
a little and she seemed to be a little embarrassed by what she had just
done. She shifted a little in her chair uncomfortably and I realized
that I had made my new friend feel bad. I took her hand again tenderly
in mine, rose out of my chair and bent my face toward hers until I was
just inches away from it. "But, Rachel," I said, stroking her smooth
cool cheek, "when I want to see what it feels like to be lesbian, I
hope your offer still stands!"
She brightened considerably at this and gave me a sexy wink. "You're
on, foxy!" she said. "Now, since one of us already has a date for the
prom, the other better get to work fast! I think I'll go for one who
has some clothes on, though!" She got up to leave. "It was very nice
meeting you, Trixie," she said just like a man, and bent over gallantly
to give my hand a kiss. "See you tonight!" She started walking away
and I found myself admiring her curvy round bottom in much the same way
I admired Andrew's! After a few steps, she wheeled around to catch me
staring at her walk. She pointed at me and said "Caughtcha!" with a
delightful giggle. Then, she discretely pointed at a nice looking
young man not far away and raised her eyebrows suggestively at me
before smoothing her hair and walking toward him.
I watched with amusement as she struck up a conversation with the
obviously flustered new man, then realized the time. I was late for my
appointment at the salon!
9. Beauty From the Beast
As I walked among my fellow passengers on the way back to my stateroom,
I couldn't help but notice that the promenade deck was getting more and
more crowded with whorey looking females. I felt even a little out of
place among them...They were so stereotypically "bimboish" in their
appearance! Now, while I had allowed myself to experience first time
public womanhood by wearing a barely-there bikini covered by a flimsy
sundress, the new women that were now making their first appearances
made my outfit look school marmish! Their makeup was overdone and
dramatic, their gestures almost a parody of true femininity, and their
clothes, that is, what little clothes they wore, suggested that they
would just as soon be taken forcefully right there upon the deck! A
bevy of heaving bosoms covered in little string bikini bras that were
several sizes too small were everywhere. Broad, inviting hips clad in
panties the size of a handkerchief paraded up and down the deck, and
long, sleek legs, some actually in fishnet hose, strutted provocatively
in their stiletto heels.
The new men were little different...Virtually all topless and wearing
little Speedos that left nothing to the imagination, they were
obviously enjoying the experience of being the opposite sex
tremendously! And who could blame them...With all that incredible
female flesh being suggestively thrust in their faces, I knew from
experience that even if their Speedos had not been tight to begin with,
walking comfortably with those straining bulges would not have been an
option! Some had already formed couples and even threesomes, and were
making out and petting heavily wherever I looked.
A man who looked like he had seen too many Stallone movies grabbed one
of my breasts and leered at me. With his hand still groping me, he
suggested in no uncertain terms that he wanted me now, right there!
Trying to be polite, I removed his hand, still surprised at the lack of
strength this female body of mine had, and told him that I already had
plans. He snorted arrogantly and told me his name and to look him up
when I "came around." I smiled uncertainly at him and continued on my
way. I passed a hallway leading to a place called "The Meeting Room"
all lit in neon. Through the window, I could see people naked on plush
couches, all engaged in one form of sexual activity or another. There
were men and women together in various numbers ranging from two to as
many as six at a time, there was a lot of girl-on-girl action, and
almost as many boy-on-boy scenes. I turned away just as a man started
to approach me, undoubtedly planning to ask me inside with him.
As I quickened my small step, my breasts began to bounce a little more
evidently at my faster pace. My mind was a torrent of differing
emotions.
I was mostly revolted at the open depravity of what was going on inside
the bar, but a small part of me wanted to go inside, rip off all my
clothes and see what would happen. I thought about the feel of the
Stallone clone's hand on my breasts...I hadn't liked the muscle bound
types when I was a man, and now, as a woman, I found that my tastes
hadn't changed. Still, there was something about the experience that
felt good, and my still stiff and tingling nipples were added proof!
I took off my sundress and bikini in the mirror, still thinking,
probably erroneously, that such attire wouldn't do for a beauty salon.
As I admired my sexy form in the mirror for the umpteenth time, I
realized that a large majority of the passengers on this exceptional
ship planned to use it to feed the most primitive of their instincts.
As I selected a modest bra and panty set to go with the white blouse
and tennis shorts I planned to wear to my appointment, I decided that
that was not the reason I was here. In real life, I was a civilized
man who appreciated women not only for their beauty, but also for their
innate mental differences. Femininity, for me, was not purely sex. It
was the romance, the coy flirting, the look that says, "Maybe you can
have me, or maybe not," that made women so special to me when I was
male. Now, even though I looked the part of the seductive creature
that was made for being on her back with her legs spread, I found that
that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to be one of the women whose chair
is pulled for her, who is treated with respect and dignity, and whose
charms kept men, and even women, spellbound! I might, I thought, visit
"The Meeting Room" once just to experience it, but the passion that I
knew was contained in this body was to be saved for the people who
proved themselves worthy of it!
Two hours later, I was staring at a goddess in the mirror. Where my
look had been brazenly sexy and wanton before, now, thanks to the
artists at the ship's salon, I was now an elegant wicked beauty who
could make men weep at the sight of her! My beautician had been
extremely likable and I found him comfortable to be with. Like most
employees of the ship, I found out, he was a transformed woman, and
even though his body was that of a well- proportioned male, he retained
his instincts for feminine beauty. I had told him of the conflict
between the way I looked and the way I felt. I had wanted to look like
more than a bimbo, and I had come to the right place! I put myself in
his hands, and was transformed for the second time that day. My long
blonde hair had been trimmed and molded into an upswept look, little
ringlets dancing around my pretty ears. He had made up my face with
shades of blusher so that my high cheekbones were more pronounced, and
instead of the cutesy cupid's bow that I had drawn on my mouth before I
went out, now my lips were a startling scarlet that made them almost
dangerous looking, though still temptingly sensual. My eyes were
adorned with a nearly imperceptible mascara that made my naturally long
lashes even more lengthy, and the dark hues and shades around them had
transformed the twinkly and mischievous Trixie-look into that of a
seductive enchantress! He had even had the manicurist paint my nails
and toes a color that matched my lipstick and made them all the more
sophisticatedly sexy. I was floored at the "new," new me! The woman
looking back at me in the mirror was exactly who I wanted to be! Now,
I thought to myself, even a Stallone-type will think twice about
groping me without an invitation!
Best of all, Greg, the cosmetologist who worked on me, knew of my date
to the formal dinner that night, and, with my permission, sent one of
his assistants to my stateroom to pick out the clothes that would most
perfectly accentuate my new appearance. The assistant returned in
about twenty minutes as Greg was putting the final touches on me. He
told me that all of his suggestions, from lingerie to shoes, were laid
out on the bed waiting for my return. As I prepared to depart, I felt
so totally female that I impulsively reached for Greg and hugged him
gleefully! It felt so good to be able to physically show my happiness
without worrying about how it looked, not to mention the nice feeling
of being in the arms of a good and friendly man! He hugged me back
with a laugh, then pushed me away saying that I had to be careful not
to mess up my makeup! "Now," he informed me with a swift pat on my
rounded rear, "you'll be late if you don't hurry! Have a good time
Cinderella, and be the woman you want to be." I smiled at him, thanked
him again, and hurried back to my stateroom, eager to see what
"Cinderella" was to wear to her first ball!
I gasped as I entered my cabin. It was obvious that I hadn't looked
too closely in my stocked closets, for the dress that was neatly laid
out on the bed was something that I hadn't noticed before. Beautifully
sequined in a shimmering backless green, it was elegance come to life!
I picked it up and modeled it over my blouse. Perfect! I looked at
the clock on the wall and realized that it was only twenty minutes
before Andrew would come for me. I quickly stripped completely out of
my clothes and turned my attention to the lingerie that was on the bed.
I quickly noted that since the dress was backless, there was no bra.
As my breasts bobbed and jiggled about, I thought that this my be a
problem. But, I decided, they obviously knew what they were doing at
the salon, so I trusted them. I sat down on the edge of the bed and
caressed the silken black stockings that were there. The matching
black panty and garter belt went on first, and as I reached around my
tiny waist to hook the garter in place, I felt a sensation of utter
femininity take hold of me. The fact that I was actually wearing
panties and a garter was nothing compared to the sight of how I looked
with them on! I had heard countless girlfriends explain to me that
wearing sexy lingerie was one of the best things about being a
woman...Now, as I instinctually remembered to put on my panties over
the garter belt in case I decided to have some fun with Andrew, I
realized how right they were! The stockings slid sensually up my
smooth legs as I enjoyed the intimate, feathery feeling they caused
while I attached them to the four straps of the garter belt. I slipped
my feet into the black heels set out for me, loving how easily they
slid onto my tiny feet. Too bad they aren't glass slippers, I thought
to myself with a laugh as I positioned the ankle straps. I walked
around the room for practice, a little bit unsteadily at first, but
progressively normal as I got used to them. I could feel the tug of
the garter belt straps against my perfect thighs, and a tingly feeling
of sensual delight made me shiver delicately.
After I was convinced that I could walk confidently in my new shoes, I
took them off and slipped into the dress. I struggled a little with
the zipper in the back, but after repositioning my breasts in the
supporting cups, it went up without a hitch. I was stunned at how the
dress practically clung to my figure when it was zipped all the way up!
It hugged all my curves perfectly, stretching out around my sexy hips,
tapering in at my tiny waist, and finally lifting my round breasts so
that any admirer could take one look at my plunging neckline and see
that I was a remarkably well- endowed woman! While the hem of my dress
fell to just below my ankles, it had a generous slit on the right side
that revealed an ample expanse of my shapely leg. I put my heels back
on and did a feminine turn in the mirror to make sure that the slit
didn't show my panties or the small amount of succulent flesh between
my stockings and garter. Of course, like everything else on this ship,
it was perfect! I couldn't get over the sight of myself in the mirror.
I was finally my dream girl! Sophisticated, elegant, but oh-so-sexy!
The constriction of the dress and the forced posture of my heels made
it so that the only way I COULD walk was like a girl! I glided to my
dresser and dabbed a little Chanel Number 5 on my wrists, behind my
knees, and finally a little between my breasts. Just as I was
unnecessarily primping my hair in the mirror, there was a knock at the
door. Prince Charming had arrived to escort Cinderella to the ball!
10. A Maiden's Virtue
I took a deep breath and composed myself before I answered the door. I
knew that on the other side a handsome man was waiting to take a
beautiful girl to dinner and dancing. Now, I had been on the other
side of the door many, many times, waiting nervously for my date to
present herself, but, obviously, never before had I been the one for
whom the man was waiting! I looked one last time in the mirror at the
woman I had become...I was as perfect a picture of total femininity
that I, or modern science at least, knew how to be. I blew a quick
kiss at Trixie, threw my shoulders back in determination, walked to the
door and opened it with a smile.
The look on Andrew's face was priceless! I knew full well that moments
before I threw open my door his mind was racing with the possibilities
and liabilities of taking his male role this next step, but whatever
doubts he might have had faded instantly when he looked at me.
"Good God! Trixie?" he stammered.
"Good evening, Andrew," I said in what I hoped was my most ladylike
fashion.
"You...you look absolutely stunning!" he said, still frozen in his
tracks.
I still felt a little embarrassed at being scrutinized so closely by a
man, but, unlike the disgust I felt at being leered at by the various
creeps who had so openly inspected my new face and body when I was out
on deck, I found myself to be more than a little pleased that I had
caused this reaction from Andrew!
"You're not so bad yourself, handsome!" I said with a grin.
He was wearing a perfectly tailored suit that looked as though it had
been especially designed for him. He had on a double breasted coat
just like the ones I loved to wear when I was a man, and the tie he had
chosen not only went well with his starched white shirt, but also
brought out his sexy grey eyes. He was altogether the picture of
masculine elegance... sophisticated, dignified and, I noted with a
little bit of surprise, gorgeous!
I really didn't know what to say, so I relied on the basics..."Would
you like to come in for a drink, or are you ready to go?"
With my question, it was as if he suddenly came out of a trance. His
eyes darted up from my breasts where they had been lingering for
probably a little too long, and looked mysteriously into my face.
"I...uh...oh, I'm sorry Trixie," he said. "It's just that I'm still
getting used to some really... uh...new feelings when I look at
someone as beautiful as you. Um...I'm ready to go if you are!"
I smiled at him and said, "It's okay. I know how you feel," and I
began to walk out of the door.
"Um...It's a little chilly on deck," he said. "You probably ought to
wear a wrap or something."
I nodded, feeling the brisk air on my newly sensitive skin, and walked
back into my closet to fetch the little green matching jacket that went
with my dress. I was just about to put it on when Andrew walked into
the stateroom, gently took the jacket from me, then held it open for me
to slip into. I smiled appreciatively at him as my arms went into the
sleeves effortlessly. I felt an intimate closeness as his hands held
my hair out of the way while he adjusted the collar. "There," he said,
then moved to my side so that we could both be seen in the big mirror.
We both simultaneously looked at the reflection and saw the same
thing...A beautiful young blonde woman dressed fashionably for an
evening out, and an impeccably dressed older man towering over her at
her side. "Simply amazing," Andrew said as if it was the first time
the real truth had been revealed to him. I took his arm gently in
mine, looked him straight in the eye and said softly, "Amazing,
yes...but kind of nice." He grinned at me, briefly touched my soft
cheek and said, "Let us away, my lady. I think a very good time is in
store for us!"
We chatted idly as we walked toward the main ballroom. I was very
conscious of a couple of things, the first being that even though I
hadn't fallen yet, I felt like I could have used a little more practice
walking in my heels! The second thing that struck me as we talked was
the way I had to look up at my date when he spoke to me. I either
hadn't realized that Andrew was so tall, or that I was so small. I
felt positively tiny next to him! It was a little thrilling to
understand that I was looking at my date from the perspective that the
vast majority of real women looked at theirs.
There were very few people out on deck...I guessed that probably most
of them were either trying out their new genders at "The Meeting Room"
or in the privacy of their staterooms. I wondered if Andrew and I
would perhaps join them later. The thought of that sent a little
thrill of anticipation through my body, and I noticed the suddenness
with which my nipples became stiff at the prospect.
I felt a genuine sense of relief when we entered the spectacular
ballroom. Since I had decided to be a lady of elegance, I had hoped
that not all the places I went were to be populated by sexy bimbos and
arrogant jocks. Thankfully, the 20 or so couples in the ballroom were
dressed the way one might expect at a formal dinner. The women, to be
sure, mostly wore sexy gowns that made their curves plainly evident,
but still, there were only a few who blatantly flaunted their new
breasts with tacky cleavage-displaying dresses. Most of the men were
dressed similarly to Andrew, in suits and ties and looking fairly
comfortable. For the most part, everything looked perfectly normal.
The casual observer would probably never guess that all the guests at
this dinner party were, just a few short hours ago, a different sex!
A maitre'd clad in a tux and tails asked us if we preferred a group
table or a private one. Since I hadn't seen Rachel, I wanted to sit
alone with Andrew. I was about to say so to the waiter when I realized
that this was probably a situation that called for the man to make the
decision. I turned my face up to Andrew expectantly while at the same
time making sure he knew that it was his job to take charge of the
situation. "Uh...private if you have one," was his response. "Of
course, sir...Right this way," said the maitre'd. I followed him
through the narrow aisle of tables, glancing back at Andrew with a
smile that told him I approved of his decision. The maitre'd gestured
broadly at a table in a corner of the room, and I began to sit down
when I felt Andrew's hand on my back. I looked up at him in
puzzlement, then realized what he was doing when he said, "I think
that's my job." He pulled my chair out for me and I grinned happily.
"Thank you, kind sir," I said as I sat, making sure to smooth the back
of my dress so as not to reveal anything I didn't want to. I was very
aware of the snugness of my dress as I sat, feeling the sensual tug of
the garter belt on my stockings. Andrew stayed behind my chair until
he was satisfied that I was seated comfortably, then took the chair
across from me. My female height again made me feel strange as I
realized how much shorter I was when sitting at a table. I tried to
scoot my chair up a little to compensate, but then got another shock as
I realized that my breasts brushed against the table if I got too
close! Andrew watched my maneuvers with a hint of merriment in his
eyes. "Ohhh..." I said, "I need a handbook on how to do simple things
as a woman!"
"See what ordeals women have to go through?" said Andrew, a broad smile
creeping across his face. "We definitely have to sit back a little,
but it's made up for by the fact that I bet you can cross your legs
easily under the table!"
"Let's see," I said, in an amused tone, and I crossed my legs
luxuriously, enjoying the silky feel of the stockings against my flesh.
"You're right!" I exclaimed, truly happy about how easy it was.
"See? You're luckier than you know. I had a drink in the outdoor bar
this afternoon and I made two mistakes. First, I nearly knocked over
the damn table trying to cross my legs under it, then, when I finally
managed it, I crossed them like a woman, like you're doing now, and I
can't tell you how uncomfortable that can be when you're used to not
having a...well, you know!"
I laughed out loud at that, imagining the sight of him discovering the
joys of a squashed penis. "I guess we're both still beginners at
this," I said, my eyes still shining with amusement.
"Definitely," he said, "but if you'll help me, I'll be more than happy
to help you..." and I wondered if there wasn't maybe a little hidden
meaning in his words.
We each ordered drinks and drank them while we became more comfortable
with each other. I found myself to be as enchanted with Andrew as I
was with his counterpart, Andrea. If anything, maybe moreso! While he
still was a little awkward with his new male role, he seemed to be
gaining confidence by the minute. I remembered having to work a little
to draw out Andrea when I met her in the Passenger's Lounge, but Andrew
needed no such prodding. He went on and on about his, or rather, "her"
life, having very few qualms about telling me what problems she had had
with men, and why more and more she was beginning to understand them a
little better simply by wearing the body of one. He told me about a
couple of minor incidences he had had in the bar this afternoon with a
couple of new women, and how he could almost physically feel himself
preening with delight when they told him how good looking he was. I
watched him with understanding amusement as he retold his afternoon,
trying unsuccessfully to suppress a giggle as he unconsciously threw
out his chest like a proud peacock when he came to the part about how
good looking he was.
"What?" he said as I covered my smile with dainty fingers.
"Preening, huh?" I said. "Kinda like what you're doing right now?"
"No!...Really?" he said with embarrassment. "Oh my god! Am I showing
off for you?"
"Umm-humm," I said delightedly. "You're just like a little boy!"
"Christ, I think you're right! I can't believe it...It just happens so
naturally!"
I reached over and took one of his hands in mine. "Welcome to the
wonderful world of hormones, handsome," I said in a semi-serious tone,
knowing full well that he would probably preen some more when I called
him "handsome!"
When the waiter came to take our dinner orders, I did two things right.
First, I remembered to tell Andrew what I wanted so he could order for
me, and second, I made a point not to scrutinize the wine list as I
would if I were male. I could tell that Andrew was a little bit
puzzled by it, so I offered subtle suggestions that made him think that
he had chosen wisely!
As the dinner wore on, I found it becoming easier and easier to be
female. Trixie's hormones were definitely playing a major role, but
because I had been on many, many dinner dates, I found it simple to
just do what my best dates had done in the past. Andrew let me talk
about myself during dinner, listening attentively and offering his
insights when it came to the "woman's view." All in all, it was a very
comfortable meal, though I was a bit surprised at the small amount I
ate. Usually, I would have wolfed down the seafood platter I ordered
with gusto, but I found that my new body had far less of an appetite
than my old one! Andrew and I discussed this at length with him
revealing that it was just the opposite for him!
Just as we were finishing our dessert and enjoying an after dinner
liqueur, the ship's orchestra began playing. Immediately, about half
of the couples in the ballroom got up and made their way to the large
dance floor. Andrew and I watched them for a few minutes, and even
though there were quite a few dancers who looked a little awkward as
they tried to figure out who was supposed to lead, it was altogether a
very romantic scene. The second number began to play. It was a
wonderful slow waltz that I knew very well. As I watched the smiling
couples enjoying the music, I saw Andrew rise from his chair and come
over to my side. "Care to?" he said softly and offered his hand. I
took it and rose delicately feeling suddenly very self conscious. As
we walked hand in hand to the dance floor, I was desperately trying to
go over the steps to the waltz in my mind, figuring out how to do the
opposite of what I was used to! We took a place to the side of the
floor and I let Andrew turn me in his arms. I placed my right hand on
his shoulder as he encircled my tiny waist with his left. Our arms
straight and fingers entwined, I waited for him to take the first step.
He did, and I followed it with pretty good timing. Suddenly, we were
dancing as man and woman, the easy "one, two, three" rhythm of the
waltz seeming to come naturally to him. He led me in a slow circle
around the floor as I began to enjoy the experience tremendously, my
tiny feet in their high heels slowly beginning to take the steps
naturally and gracefully. At first, I found myself looking at my feet,
but as I grew accustomed to being led, I raised my face up to look at
Andrew. Like me, his face was a study in concentration at first, but
as our dancing grew more comfortable, he started to look more at me, a
happy smile of delight growing broader by the second! Still looking at
him, I began to concentrate on the different feel of the dance. The
sight of my tiny hand with its brightly colored nails enclosed securely
in his larger one, and the sensual touch of his arm around my waist,
sent a thrill of warmth and happiness all through my body.
The waltz ended all too soon, and as we were politely applauding the
orchestra, I looked up at Andrew and silently mouthed the words, "thank
you." He grinned affectionately at me and gave me a wink. The
orchestra leader announced that they were going to play a popular slow
song so that "the people who haven't figured out how to waltz yet can
have a turn!" I laughed quietly at his remark, then turned back to
Andrew as the song began. I cocked my head coyly and gave him a slight
shrug of my shoulders that told him I was game if he was. He smiled
and nodded, stepped closer to me and wrapped me in his arms around my
waist. I pressed my body closer to him and put my arms around his
neck. We started to sway to the music and I was acutely aware of how
close we were. The feel of my breasts pressed tightly against his
broad chest was incredible, and the way his pelvis occasionally touched
mine as we danced began to stoke a fire that I didn't want to put out.
Midway through the dance, I put my head on his shoulder and unclasped
my hands. I began to fondle the back of his neck with my free hand
while the other squeezed his shoulder gently. The feel of my long
nails under his soft hair was obviously very pleasant for Andrew
because he began to move his head in slow circles to increase the
feeling. The knowledge that I was making my date feel good created a
mysterious feeling of feminine pride in me, not to mention a desire to
do more to make him happy! I pulled slightly back from him, our bodies
still pressed closely together and looked up into his eyes. They were
twinkling with amusement, but I could see the smoldering fire of
passion underneath. I thought about it for a second as I looked at
him, delicately biting my lower lip and letting my tongue slide quickly
over it. Before I could think about it any more, Andrew bent over to
kiss me. My eyes went wide as I felt his lips against mine, but the
luxurious feel of it overcame any desire to pull away. I closed my
eyes as he moved his head a little, and began to return his kiss. It
was gentle at first, our lips tentative in their exploration, but as we
both began to realize that we liked it, it became more urgent. I felt
my arms squeezing him tighter around his neck as I pressed my body up
against his with purpose. My mouth opened a little to allow his tongue
to lightly flirt with mine. I could taste my own lipstick as my tongue
darted delicately over his. I wanted it to go on forever, but I was
suddenly aware that the music had stopped and everyone was lightly
clapping. I drew back from him, taking in an audible gasp of breath.
I looked to see him doing the same thing, then turning quickly in the
direction of the orchestra to add his applause for their performance.
As we were clapping, we turned to look at each other again and I
exaggeratedly blew some breath out, while at the same time waving my
hand in front of my mouth as if to fan away the waves of heat from the
kiss. He widened his eyes and nodded saying, "Me, too!"
He led me away from the floor and back to the table. I felt a little
dazed and light headed, and I actually stumbled for the first time on
my heels. Andrew offered a strong arm to steady me, and I gratefully
accepted. The check was waiting for us and he pulled out a pen from
his coat and signed it. We were both aware of what had happened
between us, and I think we were both aware of what should happen next.
Andrew suggested a walk on the deck and I, still under the influence of
that memorizing kiss, nodded yes without speaking.
As he ushered me out into the cool night, the warmth from his body
seemed to surround mine. We barely made it to one of the lookout
points next to the railing before we were kissing again. This time,
there was none of the tentativeness that was present before. This
time, it was all urgency and passion! Through closed eyes, I felt his
arms crushing me into him tightly, his hands running over my back
sensually. As our lips locked together for the second time, I felt my
hands creep inside his suit coat as if they had a mind of their own,
running wildly over his shirt front. I felt tingly all over and I
heard a little feminine gasp escape me as his hands roamed briefly over
my wide hips. My hands came out of his coat and began to stroke his
face, delighting in the rough feel of his cheeks. Our kiss turned into
a series of kisses, quick teasing pecks followed by little licks and
nips. The feminine heat in my body was slowly beginning to overwhelm
me, and I knew that this man was who I wanted to make a woman out of
me. I stepped back from him just a little, and with my left hand
briefly squeezing the rapidly growing bulge in his pants, I grabbed his
tie with the other. I pulled him by the tie to within inches of my
face, then darted my tongue over the length of my mouth. "You ready
for my place, mister?" I said, tugging on his tie with every word. "At
your service, ma'am," he replied huskily. I turned sideways to him
then and said over a seductively raised shoulder, "We'll see about
that!" and, still leading him by his tie, began to walk swiftly back to
my stateroom.
11. The Joy of Sex!
What on earth was I doing, I thought to myself as Andrew and I half
walked, half stumbled back to my stateroom. The stumbling part was due
to the fact that suddenly neither of us could keep our respective hands
off of the other! It was in the middle of a rather ardent walking
embrace, him kissing me, me with a hand inside his coat and squeezing a
tantalizingly hard bun, that it really sank in as to what this was
leading up to. Even though the hormones coursing through my new female
body were telling me that this is exactly what I wanted, my male mind
still couldn't conceive of the picture of me on my back, legs apart,
allowing a man to do to me what I had done to quite a few girls in the
recent past! I shivered and cooed instinctively like a woman as
Andrew's hand tentatively brushed one of my newly acquired breasts.
The shyness of his touch, while definitely stimulating, let me know in
no uncertain terms that he was probably having the same confusing
thoughts as me. The age old battle between the mind and body had
definitely started a renewed struggle, and, so far, the body was
winning!
We arrived at my door, and I reached delicately into the clutch purse I
had brought with me and found my keys. Since I was feeling so much
like a woman, I decided to continue my charade by handing him the key
so he could have the "honor" of opening the door. He seemed
momentarily befuddled for a moment, then realized the
"responsibilities" of his new role, smiled and keyed the lock. He even
went in first and turned on the light as time honored tradition
demanded.
The bright light in my stateroom seemed to take a little of the passion
out of our sails as if it suddenly illuminated the reality of our
situation. No longer could the darkness hide the relative anonymity of
our bodies. Now we were real people, nearly strangers, who could
actually see personalities in each other's faces. We stood there for a
moment looking at everything but each other in the uncomfortable
silence. "Well, here we are," I said, moaning inwardly at the cliche
absurdity of my remark. "Would you like a drink?"
"Yes...A little white wine if you have it," said Andrew, grateful, I
think, for the small distraction away from the tension.
"I thought men were supposed to drink Scotch and beer," I said
playfully as I walked across the room to the fully stocked bar the ship
provided. "I thought white wine was a girl's drink!"
Andrew gave a short laugh and said, "I guess old habits die hard."
I poured each of us a drink, then took them over to Andrew who had
seated himself on the couch. As I bent down to give him his glass, I
was very aware of the shift in my balance my breasts created, and I was
equally aware of his quick look into the depth of my enticing cleavage.
He took the glass from me immediately, but I remained bent over, my
head tilted to one side looking intently into those grey eyes of his.
He smiled at me, and then stroked my blonde hair, his hand finally
coming to rest on my soft cheek. I put my hand over his and pressed it
harder against my face. His head moved toward me until his lips were
only inches from mine. Just as he was about to kiss me, my mind
suddenly screamed to me to pull away, that I was not gay, that I had no
desire for a man's hands to touch me, or a penis to...gasp...enter me!
This sudden anxiety attack made me straighten up and back away from
him. He looked at me curiously, and I felt I had to come up with some
explanation for my unexpected action. I couldn't think of any, so I
smiled, obviously embarrassed, and made as if to sip my wine. I gave a
satisfied nod of my head, pretending that I was concentrating on the
vintage and appeal of my drink. Andrew was still looking at me, but
this time he had an understanding look on his face. This served to
only embarrass me more, so I turned my back to him and walked over to
the porthole window, pretending to admire the view. "Don't you think
it's amazing the way this ship's designed?" I said nervously, still
gazing out of the porthole. "I think every cabin has a perfect view of
the sea."
I twiddled the stem of my wine glass nervously as I continued to look
out of the window. In reality, I hadn't the slightest idea of what I
was looking at...I was still frantically trying to reconcile what my
new body desired with what my brain was telling me. I heard Andrew get
off of the couch, but I didn't turn around. I felt myself jump
slightly when I felt his hands on my shoulders. He said nothing, but
began to caress my hair softly. It felt so nice, and he was so nice,
and I wanted to be with him, but I just wasn't sure, and..."I know what
you're going through, Trixie," he said quietly. "And if you don't want
to, I certainly understand and respect that."
I lowered my head and put my hands flat on the porthole sill. "Andrew,
it's just so confusing...I thought that when I became a woman, the hard
part would be acting like a woman, carrying on as if I was born a
girl... To be honest, when I selected this body, I thought that, if
nothing else, the sex would be the easy part...I mean, look at me!"
"I have been...quite constantly, I think," he said in a serious tone.
I smiled, but still did not turn around. "I mean...all these curves
and bumps...my little bimbo face."
"You're not a bimbo, kiddo," he said, his hands squeezing a small
shoulder in emphasis.
"Well, I looked like one just the afternoon, anyway," I continued.
"Still, you can't deny that this body looks like it was made for having
sex. Why am I having such a hard time just getting on with it?"
Andrew stopped stroking my hair for a minute, and I knew that he was
trying to find just the right words to say. I waited for him, my head
still down, my back to him. "I think," he began thoughtfully, "that
from what I know of you, before as a man, and now, as a woman, you're a
lot like me."
I finally turned around to face him but with my head still lowered. I
began to play aimlessly with his tie. Straightening it, and smoothing
it down his shirt. "How do you mean?" I asked.
"I think that to both of us, sex is more than 'just getting on with
it,' no matter what kind of body we occupy, and regardless of what the
rest of the nymphos on this ship think."
I gave a small sarcastic laugh at that, then continued fiddling with
his tie. "They do seem pretty bent on getting as much as they can, as
often as they can," I said with a little smile.
"I think so too," he continued. "For them it's easy, but I'd bet my
bottom dollar that it's not like real life...A special, meaningful
encounter between two human beings is not something that many of our
fellow passengers will experience tonight." I smiled wistfully at that.
I thought about Andrew. I thought about Andrea. I liked them
both...Even if they were the same person. I wanted to show them that I
liked them...I wanted to show them...I wanted to show HIM...I did...I
wanted to BE with him.
I looked up at him for the first time in a long while. "Andrew," I
said, "I think you're 'special and meaningful.' How do you feel about
me?"
"The same," he said without pause.
"Then gently, lover," I said, pressing my face tightly against his
chest. "Take me gently."
He raised my chin up to look at him. "It's a promise...Remember, you
help me and I'll help you."
Suddenly, my decision made, it was time for action. I pressed my body
urgently against him, feeling his delicious hardness against my supple
softness. We were kissing again, and this time, my only thoughts were
of the rightness of it all. My hands reached inside his coat, then
pushed it off of his shoulders, our lips still locked together. He
shrugged out of it, then wrapped his arms tightly around me, crushing
me to him. I felt my soft breasts flatten against his chest, the
renewed tingles in my body becoming stronger by the second. My arm was
around his neck as I felt myself arch backward against him. I felt the
seductive scratch of his closely shaven whiskers against my smooth face
as our tongues intertwined, searching and exploring each other's mouth.
His hands roamed down the bare flesh of my back, coming to rest on my
round bottom cheeks. He squeezed them gently, then pushed them into
him as he thrust his pelvis against mine. I heard an audible feminine
sigh come out of my mouth as our new parts made contact through our
clothes. I could feel the outline of his bulge against my flat crotch,
and I suddenly felt a hot moistness begin to grow down there. I moved
my body up and down to increase the wonderful feeling, and I heard him
utter a happy masculine moan. My hands ran down his back to his hips
and instinctively added to the pressure of our mutual thrusts. My body
grew warmer and warmer, an intensity that I had only just begun to know
this afternoon steadily rising inside me.
Suddenly, I felt his strong arms slip under my hips. A small sigh of
effort later, I found myself being carried in his arms, my legs
dangling prettily in the air. I giggled girlishly, completely wrapped
up in my new role, pecked him on the lips and said, "Ox!"
He grinned as he carried me toward my bedroom. "The strength of this
new body of mine has been the best thing about it...So far, that is!"
We reached my bedroom door and he gracefully angled my body so that my
legs went through the door first, then held me so that I could turn on
the light. He gently laid me down on the bed. I scooted up so that I
was sitting at the head of it, my knees drawn together. He walked up
to where I was sitting, his eyes never leaving my face. He started to
undo his tie, fumbled with it, then started pulling on it. I giggled
at his frustration at this simple act that he was so unaccustomed to.
"Let me," I said, realizing again the undeniable sexiness of my little
girl voice.
He kneeled at the head of the bed and I bent to him and instantly undid
the knot he was working on. I admired the nimbleness of my fingers and
the flashing red of my perfectly manicured nails. I undid the top
button on his shirt collar and pulled the tie free. He was about to
stand back up, but I grabbed him by the collar and kept him in his
position. I offered my lips to him and he kissed me eagerly. As we
kissed, I began to unbutton his shirt, letting my long nails scratch
against him tenderly as I worked. I broke the kiss as I came to the
last shirt button and looked down. I couldn't believe how arousing the
sight of his soft chest hair peeking out of his slightly open shirt was
to me! I pulled upward on his shirt and it came free of his pants. My
hands dived inside it to get my first feel of naked male flesh. I
rubbed my hands over the strong sternum muscles reaching completely
around him. My hands met on the other side of him and clasped him to
me in a tight embrace. My head hugged his naked chest, my long hair
making a natural pillow against him. I felt his hands on the top of my
head, stroking my hair at first, then pulling out the pins that had
created my elegant upswept look. I felt my hair suddenly tumble freely
over my shoulders again, and I took my head away from his chest to
shake it out in an utterly feminine gesture. I took his shirt and
pushed it back over his shoulders until he shrugged out of it expertly.
A bare chested man was now kneeling at the head of my bed only inches
away from me. The sight of his beautifully toned torso, the slight
bunch of bicep muscles in his arms made me even surer of my decision to
take my newly bestowed femininity to the next step. I ran my nails
through the soft forest of hair on his chest, loving the way my new
body reacted to the feel of it. He bent forward and groaned as I began
to kiss one of his flat male nipples. My tongue swirled around it as
my right hand began to drift downward from his chest to his waistline.
The hard muscles of his washboard stomach only added to my mounting
excitement.
As I was kissing his nipple and running my soft face through his chest
hair, I felt him unhook the top of my dress and begin to pull down its
zipper in the back. I suddenly felt the cool air against the bare skin
of my back as the dress began to part. The coolness reached halfway
down to my waist before he pulled away from me and offered his hands to
draw me up into a standing position. He turned me around in his arms
and I held my hair out of the way for him as he finished unzipping my
dress. I found myself wanting him to watch me undress myself. I
turned around again to face him, kissed him longingly, then pressed
down against his naked shoulders so that he was seated on the edge of
the bed. I took a couple of steps back from him, feeling the loose
folds of my unzipped dress. My eyes looked straight at him as I bent
forward and pulled at the short sleeves of my dress, allowing it to
fall from my shoulders. I watched his eyes widen at the sight of my
round breasts freed at last from the confines of the snug dress. I
caressed them with both of my arms as I sensually stepped completely
out of my dress. Andrew's head shook slowly from side to side, totally
enraptured with the beauty of his topless date. Finally, I stood
before him, clad only in my garter, stockings and heels. I tilted my
head to one side and gave him my best bedroom look, then took a slow
step toward him, consciously adding a sexy wiggle to my perfect hips.
Now I was standing over him, looking down over my breasts at his amazed
face. I put my hands again on his shoulders and gently pulled him into
me. His arms went around my waist as his head sank into my cleavage
with a happy moan. I felt every inch a woman as he began to teasingly
suckle my breasts, his mouth covering first one stiff nipple then the
other, then back again. I threw my head back in disbelief at the
sensations he was causing in me. It was as if his every nip and lick
of my enormous areolas created an invisible electric jolt that shot
through my body and added to the ever expanding moist heat between my
legs! His hands went up my smooth sides, first cupping each breast,
then pushing inward to trap his face in between the succulent
girl-flesh. I was in heaven! My tiny hands reached for the back of
his head and pushed him into me further, not wanting to ever relinquish
this feeling. I suddenly knew what it was to be both a mother suckling
her baby, and a woman in the throes of animal passion.
I could have let him play with my breasts forever, but I felt a need
and desire to reciprocate. I gently pushed his head away from my
unbelievably aroused chest, kissing him deeply with gratitude as I did
so. I kept pushing him until he lay back on the bed, his feet still on
the floor. I straddled his torso, actually feeling the heat radiating
from beneath my panties. I dropped to my knees, supporting myself with
my elbows, so that I was face to face above him. I began moving my
entire body over him slowly, dragging my excited breasts over his broad
chest and letting my long hair trail over his face. I moved my crotch
against him in a sensual push-up, smiling at the hardness of the bulge
that had grown there. Still swaying my breasts from side to side over
his naked chest, I began to move my body down his very slowly. I
suddenly unbent my elbows and allowed my mouth and tongue to caress his
hard stomach while my hands gripped and squeezed the muscles of his
arms. Still backing away on my knees, I kissed my way over him ever
southward until my hands were again running through his coarse chest
hair and my mouth had reached his waist. I let my knees drop off of
the bed and knelt on the floor as my dainty fingers got to work on his
belt buckle. He tried to help me, but I pushed him away...This was
something I wanted to experience myself!
His belt loosened and his single button and fly undone, I let myself
finally explore what I had been dying to do since I arrived in this
beautiful girl's body. My hand ran over the bulge in his undershorts
feeling the throbbing bulge contained within. I began to play with it
through his shorts as if it were a toy that I had just discovered. His
groans as I squeezed it sent a thrill of satisfaction through me.
Trixie's instincts had taken over, and I was more than willing to see
where they would lead me. Andrew suddenly raised his hips off of the
bed after a particularly ardent squeeze from me, so I took advantage of
his position and used both of my hands to tug his pants down. Again,
he offered his help, and again, I pushed his hands away...This was now
Trixie's game, and it was going to be played her way! In seconds, his
pants were around his ankles. I untied his shoes quickly and threw
them off of his feet, and he responded by picking up each leg so that I
could rid him of his slacks completely. Now he was down to only his
undershorts. I marvelled at the large tent he was creating in his
aroused state. I stared it with an increasing hunger, realizing with
excitement what I was about to do!
With a moan of anticipation, I ripped off his shorts and was stunned at
what I saw underneath. Finally released from its unfair confines,
Andrew's penis stood straight up, rejoicing in its freedom. A brief
instant of revulsion was immediately replaced by an insatiable desire
as Trixie took over again. My small hands encircled it tentatively, my
male mind knowing full well what kind of reaction this would provoke in
my lover. I felt Andrew tense, his back pushing harder into the bed
and an excited groan escaping his lips. I moved closer to him, my
hands still squeezing and rubbing slow circles around the center of his
pleasure. As my mouth was unconsciously forming the delicate "O" that
would fit perfectly around his penis, I reflected quickly on the image
that I presented. For 30 some-odd years I had been a man with all a
man's desires. Now, in the space of only a few hours, I had become a
gorgeous buxom blonde who was presently on her knees in front of her
man, clad only in panties, garters and stockings, and filled completely
with a desire that was undeniably, wonderfully female! The wonder of
all of it filled my head as I bent forward to take my first penis into
my mouth.
12. Consummation
If I had been a cat, I would have purred with joy...If I had been a
lion, I would have roared with delight...But since I was neither of
these, I settled for the passionate moan of ecstacy of a woman who has
just discovered the ultimate sensual pleasure! As my lipsticked mouth
glided over Andrew's beautiful cock, all of my male mind's thoughts of
revulsion slid back into the farthest reaches of my brain...I heard
Andrew's own moan of pleasure and it energized me. I took a hand away
from the base of his manhood to smooth a lock of blonde hair that had
fallen forward as I moved my head up and down. My only thought was
that I wanted my lover to feel good...I wanted to please him as only a
woman could.
I was kneeling at the side of the stateroom bed in front of him, his
legs on the floor and his body bent at the waist as he lay back on top
of the covers. As I bobbed my head back and forth, I could feel my
garters responding to my movements, the elastic stretching against my
smooth thighs, the soft material of my stockings caressing my shapely
legs. There was no doubt that I had been, for this moment at least,
completely won over by my new state of womanhood. Trixie's hormones
were at last singing in my veins as I allowed them full reign to do as
they wantonly pleased! Andrew began to move his hands over his own
body as a feeling that I knew well, but that was completely unfamiliar
to him, began to wash over him. I watched him through slitted eyes as
he squeezed and pinched his own nipples, an instinctual leftover from
his female mindset. I altered my rhythm, going slower, yet taking him
deeper into my pretty mouth. I found myself forming an uneasy alliance
between the conflicting genders encased in my beautiful female body...I
was combining Trixie's desire to satisfy her man with my own male
knowledge of what made a good blowjob. Trixie knew what to do...I knew
what felt good!
I could feel Andrew tensing a little, his pelvis beginning to move
naturally in time to my rhythm, and I knew the time was near. I
increased my pace, allowing my teeth to gently scrape against his penis
on the way out, and adding to his pleasure by scratching his legs with
my long fingernails. His breath came in gasps now, and I got a first
taste of salt in my mouth. My male instincts suddenly knew what was
about to happen and they screamed at me to pull away, but just as
insistent was Trixie's desire to satisfy! I felt Andrew suddenly throw
his arms wide open and inhale violently, and a split second later, my
eyes flew wide open as his orgasm exploded into my mouth. Trixie
forced me to keep from gagging, and I dutifully swallowed all that he
had to offer, never skipping a beat in my up and down, in and out
rhythm! I started to think that he would never stop throbbing, every
pulse squirting a new mouthful of the salty tasting cream. Finally, I
felt him begin to soften and, knowing how almost painfully sensitive a
man's penis becomes after orgasm, I released him from my mouth with a
last powerful suck.
I wiped my mouth daintily on the bedspread, still feeling and tasting
the warmth of his seed inside me. I gingerly climbed up onto the bed
and into his arms, femininely wanting to hear the words of gratitude
that I knew were forthcoming. His eyes expressed it all without him
saying anything...They looked into my mine with a sense of
satisfaction, wonderment and awe that anything could feel THAT good! I
smiled at him and stroked his sweat beaded face, feeling the manly
warmth that was still radiating from his body.
"Trixie, I never...Nothing I've ever..." he stammered. "I've never
felt anything like that in my life!"
"Shhhh," I whispered to him, gently kissing his neck. "It was my
pleasure, lover."
I snuggled into the hollow of his neck, feeling a peculiar sort of
feminine pride that I had made my man happy. It was not the only
feeling that I was having, though...The incredible thing that I had
just done had left me with a yearning that would not quit until it had
been satisfied. I knew that, according to the unwritten laws of sex,
it was now Andrew's turn to make me happy, and I secretly hoped that he
knew this!
I let him cuddle me gently, playing one hand over my soft smooth skin
while he stroked my hair with the other. I uttered soft sighs of
approval while he did this, hoping he would recognize the urges I was
making more than plain!
"Is it always like this for a man?" he asked, still basking in the glow
of his orgasm.
I playfully jumped up on top of him, my legs straddling his waist, and
grinned coquettishly at him. "Like what?" I asked.
He smiled back at me in amusement at my playfulness and reached for my
dangling breasts. "God, you are a little fox, aren't you!" I nodded my
head girlishly, then put my little hands over his while he squeezed my
breasts. I mashed them into me hard, loving the electric jolt that
coursed through my hungry body. Andrew grinned at my response, but
still seemed determined to get answers to his questions.
"I mean...When I'm a girl...And don't get me wrong...I don't have a lot
of experience...But I remember it starting slowly and taking a long
time and feeling really great when I got there...But it was nothing
like I felt when you did...You know!...THAT to me! It was so intense!
And now I feel like I'm all wrung out and...Well...Out of ammunition,
if you know what I mean."
I didn't like hearing that...I wanted, no...needed!...him to have more
staying power. It wasn't fair that he was satisfied and I wasn't, and
I wasn't going to let him go with the score uneven! If seduction was
what was needed, then a seductress is what I would become. I began to
try and bring him back to life, forcing his hands to fondle my breasts,
guiding them up and down my smooth body. "Awww...poor Andrew," I said
in my best little girl voice. "Is him all tired out?" I began to grind
my hips a little, rubbing my crotch against his. I moved one of his
hands away from my chest and raised it to my mouth while the other hand
remained on my breast with my own hand over it. Still undulating my
hips against his crotch, I began to make the "horny woman" sounds that
I had heard so often in porno flicks and occasionally in real life. I
opened his hand and brought one of his fingers into my mouth, moaning
passionately as I did so. I twirled my sexy tongue around it while my
other hand gripped his tightly around my breast. "Ohhhhh, Andrew," I
groaned sexily, nipping his finger lightly. "You feel so good...Oh, I
want you to fuck me so bad....I want your big cock to make me cum!...I
want to feel you inside me!"
It was all an act, of course. I was doing what I knew turned me on so
much when I was male, but the funny thing was, I found my female self
getting turned on by all the campy things that I was saying and doing!
I was afraid that Andrew was too smart to be fooled by my seductress
role, and I was briefly embarrassed by the thought that maybe I was
making an ass of myself, but I was too far gone. I began to roll my
head and close my eyes, panting wildly. I let his hand go but still
kept his finger in my mouth, and moved down to my other breast. I
cupped it, then pinched the erect nipple, a muffled moan escaping my
mouth around his finger. I was beginning to really get into my act,
and my body was responding wildly!...Now, if only his would!
I dropped my free hand to my crotch, finding my vagina to be
wonderfully warm beneath my panties and very, very moist. Still
moaning his name and rolling my head, I stopped moving my hips and
reached down between my legs to grasp his penis. To my delight, I
found it to be much harder than it was before I started my show. I
pulled on it and squeezed it a little. "Oh, yes," I heard my little
girl voice say, "that's my big boy. Come fill me up with that hard
cock of yours!...Fuck me, Andrew...Fuck your little girl!"
It was working! I felt him getting harder and harder, and through my
slitted eyes, I saw the lusty expression on his face come back to life!
Encouraged by his reaction, I began to rub his penis directly against
the warmth in my panties, continuing my adoring, pleading cries. As
his penis grew in my hand and I felt the electric ripples of
anticipation coursing through my body, I suddenly realized I wasn't
acting anymore...I wasn't playing the role of the seductress any
longer...I really was a hot and horny young woman who wanted her lover
to screw her brains out!
All at once, Andrew began to talk, taking his cue from the things I had
said to him. "Do you want it, baby? Tell me how much you want
it!"...He must have seen the same porn films I had seen, but I didn't
care. If he wanted me to beg, I'd beg. Never in my life had I wanted
something so bad!
I took his finger out of my mouth and placed it back on my breast. "Oh
yes, Andrew! Please, baby, give it to me! I'll do anything you want,"
I pleaded, only half acting now. I arched my back and thrust my
breasts out, feeling his hands moving over me on their own volition
now.
I felt like a teenage slut...and...I LOVED it!
Realizing his cock was now as hard as it had been when I had had it in
my mouth, I rolled off of him, moaning and pleading as I went. His
look was one of raw masculine sex as he rolled on top of me, propping
himself up on his elbows so he could look at my face in its trance-like
state of passion.
I squirmed with delight as I felt his hand pull down my panties. I
twisted my legs and used my painted toes to send the panties sailing to
the other side of the room. Now down to just my stockings and garter
belt, I felt wonderfully vulnerable, and very anxious to surrender
myself completely to him!
I gasped and felt my hot body stiffen as I an expert finger entered me!
Andrew began to play with me as he had undoubtedly played with himself
when he was Andrea. "Oh," he said in a playful voice. "I do believe
she likes that!" and he slid another finger inside me, wiggling them
both slightly and causing my body to quake violently.
"Oh, my god!" I said, arching my back against his fingers and running
my hands sensually over my hair and down my neck. "Oh, don't stop...It
feels so good!"
Just when I thought that I couldn't get much hotter, he played the
coup-de-gras. With the two fingers still inside me, I felt his thumb
suddenly press against my agitated clitoris, while at the exact same
time, he harshly pinched a stiff nipple between the thumb and
forefinger of his free hand.
I heard a woman's high pitched squeal of pleasure resound around the
walls of my stateroom...It took a second to realize that it was me!
Never had I felt anything like that in my life!
Before I could come down from the incredible double sensation, I felt
something hard trying to penetrate me between my legs. I opened my
eyes for the first time in a long time and saw Andrew's face only
inches from mine. His eyes were closed and his jaw was clenched.
Still swimming in desire, I opened my legs wider and felt him penetrate
me further. I could feel the juices of my new vagina begin to flow
anew, welcoming his entry. Gently, gently he thrust farther inside me
as all coherent thoughts vanished from my head. I felt myself
instinctually grab his muscular arms, loving the power I felt there. I
was beginning to think that he couldn't fit it all inside of me, but
just when I was about to scream from the intensity, I felt him reach
his full length. I moaned with satisfaction, and a little bit of
relief that I was able to accommodate all of him, and then it began!
He withdrew slowly, causing me to inhale sharply with delight, then
slammed all the way back inside me again violently. I was no longer
human, no longer intelligent...I had been replaced by an animal with a
solitary need. He repeated the process, withdrawing a little more
quickly than before, and thrusting back in a little more forcefully. I
think I began to babble. I heard myself making keening noises and
little yelps as he allowed his full weight to settle on top of me. In
seconds, I found myself matching his rhythm of thrusts and withdrawals,
raising my hips to greet the magnificent intruder, then pulling them
back as he receded. The magic heat that had started when he played
with my clitoris was rising exponentially. It was taking me over, and
I welcomed it. I felt my legs reach over the top of his, pulling him
even closer to me, my hands running wildly over his broad back crushing
him into me, my soft breasts flattening completely against the weight
of him. The magic heat rising...The rhythm quickening...The mutual
moans in harmony...The two bodies, male and female, now one!
How long? I have no idea...I only know that when the release came, it
came with a shattering earthquake. I heard my squeal rise an octave,
then two, then my body bolted. Wave after wave of orgasmic delight
rolled through me, then ebbed, then came back in full force time and
again. My new vagina spasmed, then clenched his penis tightly, then
spasmed again. All my senses melted into one, speeding me to a plane
of existence I had never before been. The room above me faded into
bright flowing colors I had never seen. Feminine bliss coursed through
me as the impossible sensations of a multiple orgasm became reality!
Just when I thought I was coming down, I heard Andrew gasp sharply,
felt one more giant thrust, then felt his orgasm surge into me, adding
his own heat to the boiling passion in my loins.
His body tensed, thrusted a few more times weakly, then, spent,
collapsed against mine. He nuzzled me gently, and, slowly coming back
down myself, I kissed his shoulder lightly. The sensation of him
slowly shrinking inside of me was wonderful, and the feel of his once
powerful body, now devoid of all strength, made me sigh with feminine
satisfaction. I held him gently, stroking his hair with my tiny
fingers and caressing the limp muscles of his back. I listened to the
sound of our heavy breathing slowly come down to normal, our rapid
heartbeats becoming regular. He turned his face from where it had been
buried in the covers and looked at me with a loving smile. I uttered
an exaggerated "whew" and smiled back at him. He gave me a quick kiss,
then rolled off and out of me. We lay side by side, hand in hand,
fingers interlaced, silently taking in the incredible thing that had
just happened to us. As the waves of heat that had turned me into an
wild animal slowly transformed themselves into a single glowing warmth
in my womb, my only thought was that now, not only did I look like a
woman, I truly felt like one too!
*** Next time: Maiden Voyage 13: "Aftermath, and a Problem" ***
K.Moore (kam1@airmail.net)