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                    Maiden Voyage (Part One)

                                                       K. Moore


"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!


            Maiden Voyage Part Two--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!

***Next time: "The Transformation!"

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                       Maiden Voyage--Chapter Three

                            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!


                         Maiden Voyage, Part Four
                              "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!


          Maiden Voyage Part Five: "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!


          Maiden Voyage, part six--"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!


            Maiden Voyage, Part Seven--"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."


             Maiden Voyage, Part Eight -- "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!


            Maiden Voyage, Part Nine --"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!


              Maiden Voyage, Part Ten -- "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.


             Maiden Voyage, Part Eleven - - "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.


               Maiden Voyage 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!


           Maiden Voyage 13 - - "From Both Sides Now"


The sun coming through the porthole felt like a warm bath on my
skin as I slowly awakened.  I stretched sleepily in my warm bed,
blissfully happy with the way I felt.  As I pulled the covers
back over me, it suddenly occurred to me that I was not alone in
my bed...There was a naked man lying peacefully beside me.  "Oh
yeah," I thought to myself, remembering my night of passion with
Andrew.  Once we had gotten over the peculiar lingering
manifestations of our natural sex urges and let biology take
control, we had had some kind of party!  We were at it most of
the night, entertaining each other's fantasies in all sorts of
positions, always to the mutual satisfaction of both of us.  I
remembered with some embarrassment the feel of the new man taking
me from behind, his hands roughly squeezing my abundant bosom as
he pounded relentlessly in and out of me.  I remembered my cries
of pure animal passion as I let myself live the role of a
completely pliant woman, happy to submit myself to the
forcefulness of the aroused male lust suddenly awakened in
Andrew.  Oh, my...What a night!

I looked over at the sleeping male form beside me and tried to
remember what he looked like in his natural female persona.  Try
as I might, the only image I could summon was the face of his
male alter ego, his loving but flashing eyes locked on mine as I
rode him ardently during one of our sessions last night.  The
thought of this particular image suddenly created a rush inside
me as Trixie's hormones signaled me that she was ready for action
again.  "Good God," I thought to myself, "I'm insatiable!"  I
resisted the urge to pounce on my partner and have at it again. 
I thought about what a mess I probably looked like, and, already
uncomfortable about having to face Andrew and endure the pregnant
pauses of the "morning after" conversation, I quietly stepped out
of the bed and headed for the bathroom.  As I walked across the
stateroom, I was suddenly aware of a pronounced ache in certain
parts of my gorgeous female body that I was completely unfamiliar
with.  When I got into the bathroom, I curiously explored myself
finding my breasts to be particularly sore, and, as expected, my
vagina felt like the loser in a heavyweight bout!  Still, I felt
a warm and satisfied glow coming from deep inside me...It made me
feel very alive, almost giddy, in fact!  I laughed at the thought
that I was experiencing that mythic morning after feeling that
women are so known for!  

I looked at the vixen in the mirror.  She was a mess, as I
figured she would be, but she was still a showstopper!  Even with
my long blonde hair all tousled and mussed, and the ruined
remains of the expert makeup job the salon had done for me
yesterday, I still looked beyond desirable.  If anything, the
sleepy sexy innocence of my look made me even more attractive.  I
thought again about attacking Andrew for a little morning
delight, but I decided that a girl has to show a little restraint
now and then.  Besides, I didn't want Andrew to think I was
interested in nothing but his body.  I shook my head in wonder at
even HAVING a thought like that...Was I really beginning to think
like a real woman?  It certainly seemed that way!

I reached into the shower and turned on the faucets.  I was just
about to climb in when a thought occurred to me.  I rubbed my
slim hands over my legs, and felt just a touch of stubble.  Not
having the faintest clue about how often women shaved their legs,
I decided that I wanted to be as smooth as possible at all times
during this voyage, so I reached into my shaving kit and got out
my razor and some shaving cream and set it on the edge of the
tub.  I stepped into the shower, still marvelling at just how
sensual an experience this was as a woman.  The water tingled,
then soothed my aching breasts, and I let out a luxuriant sigh
that sounded scarily feminine in my ears!  I washed myself inside
and out and even managed to do my hair before I sat down on the
edge of the tub, anxious but ready to have my first leg-shaving
experience!  It wasn't quite as hard as I figured...mostly just
the same as shaving my male face, but with several spots that
were considerably harder to reach!  The inside of the calf where
it joins the knee, I found, was a real bitch!  I nicked myself
twice, wincing at the stinging pain it caused.  Still, after I
had completed the job and washed off the lather, I loved the
results of my efforts.  My legs were now as smooth as the rest of
me, the newly shaven skin tingling with sensitivity.  I checked
under my arms, but realized thankfully that Trixie either had no
hair at all there, or she had had it removed. I ran my hands all
over the incredible bumps and curves of my body, still not
believing that this amazing flesh was really under my control!

I was just about to turn the water off when I heard the bathroom
door open.  I watched as the silhouetted shape of a man showed
through the shower curtain.  Of course, I recognized the shape as
belonging to Andrew, but it still seemed a little
spooky...Something out of "Psycho."  He stood there a moment
longer, not moving.  I giggled and said, "Norman?  Mr. Bates?  Is
that you?"  I heard him laugh in response and he moved his arms
so that they reached into me from both sides of the curtain.  I
squealed girlishly as they encircled me and drew me to him
through the material of the curtain.  "You nut!" I yelled, still
giggling, "What are you doing!"  Andrew moved his head so that it
was outlined closely through the shower curtain material.  I was
still squirming in his embrace as he positioned his head right
over mine.  "Oh, I'm sorry," he said in a mock deep voice.  "I
was looking for Janet Leigh!"  I howled with laughter at this, a
laugh that got more uncontrollable as I suddenly found out just
how ticklish Trixie's body was.  I grabbed hysterically at his
hands that were digging into my ribs, poking at my armpits and
squeezing my waist.  Suddenly, he twisted his body so that it was
inside the shower with me, our smiling faces only inches away
from each other.  I spun him around playfully so that his head
was ducked under the shower spray.  He sputtered dramatically and
said, "Oh yeah?" then pinned my arms against my sides, pressing
his body tightly against mine.  "Oh yeah?" he said again as I
still shook with my giggles.  Then, my laughter was suddenly
silenced as I felt a probing finger between my legs.  Almost
immediately, I felt a rush of warmth and wetness from my secret
new spot, and I shuddered and moaned.  I looked up at him through
happy eyes and let my mouth melt against his.  "Yeah," I murmured
softly, moving my hips against his caress.  "Mmmmmm," Andrew said
as he darted his tongue gently in and out of my mouth.  He deftly
spun me in his arms so that my back was to his front.  I leaned
back against him as his hands found my breasts and began kneading
them sexily.  I reached up and encircled his head as he nuzzled
the back of my neck, my body arching against him as his left hand
dropped from my breast and continued its stimulation between my
legs.  The warm water streaming over our naked bodies was no
match for the heat that was being generated by his caresses.  In
no time at all, I was climbing that wonderful mountain that I had
come to know so well, then exulting in the wonder that was found
at the apex!  

An hour or so later, we lay exhausted on the bed, our bodies
still moist from the shower and the exertions that followed it. 
"That was silly," I whispered, idly playing with the hairs on his
chest.  "Now I'll have to take another shower."  "Um-hum," he
said gently with his eyes closed, "But it was worth it."  I lay
my head on his chest, then nodded in agreement, still amazed at
just how heavy my damp blonde hair was.  "I better go back to my
place and get cleaned up," he said and gently rolled me off of
him.  Still silent, I nodded my head again.  I watched him put on
his shirt and pants, fumble momentarily with his tie before
thinking better of it and shoving it in his pocket.  He sat down
to put on his shoes and I grabbed him around his middle, pulling
him back into bed and leaping on top of him.  He chuckled at the
naked blonde clutching him leech-like, her face buried tightly in
his shirt.  "I had a wonderful night, Trixie," he said.  "Thanks
for making this so easy and so enjoyable."  I raised my head up
and looked at the affection in his eyes.  I mouthed a kiss at
him, put a soft hand on his cheek, and said, "You too, lover." 
We smiled at each other briefly, then I let him up.  "Meet you
later on the promenade?" he asked.  "You bet," I said.  He took
one more long lingering look at my naked form, shook his head in
wonder, smiled and left through the cabin door.

About forty five minutes later, refreshed and invigorated, I
headed out the same door myself, smelling the clean ocean breeze
and squinting through enormous sunglasses at the bright noonday
sun.  I had chosen a revealing halter and shorts for my day, and
they seemed to have a great deal of company with the other women
aboard the ship.  As I walked down the deck in my cute sandals
with my brightly painted toenails peeking through, I loved the
sexy bounce of my breasts and the uncontrollable wiggly roll of
my hips.  I was finding more and more that I loved playing the
role of the sexy woman, and I was finding it easier and easier to
play that role.  I ordered an orange juice from the waiter on the
promenade deck, harboring no inhibitions at all with the flirty
wink I gave him in return for his service.  I took a seat in a
deck chair, adjusting my breasts so that their tops were exposed
to the sun, and reclined in sheer bliss as I sipped my juice.  

It was a just a few minutes later when I heard a sound that I
thought didn't belong on this cruise.  It was the sound of a
child laughing!  I leaned forward in my chair and looked in the
direction of the laughter.  Sure enough, there were two children,
a boy and a girl, watching the antics of a seagull they were
throwing food to.  They looked to be in their early teens and
were very good looking, their young tanned bodies perfectly toned
in a way that most adolescents are not.  In fact, on closer
inspection, I realized that the clothes they were wearing were
just as provocative as those that most of the adults were wearing
on this ship!  The girl had on a flimsy see-through blouse, and
just about every move she made revealed a glimpse of her perfect
young breasts.  The boy's shirt was equally see-through and
unbuttoned to the waist, and his smoothly muscled chest provided
a treat to anyone who caught sight of it.  I was entranced as I
watched them, ashamed at finding myself more than a little bit
aroused by the picture.  But why were children aboard this ship? 
Surely no self-respecting parent would bring their kids with them
on a vacation like this!  Then, I saw something that shocked me
even more than the presence of the children themselves! 
Suddenly, the boy grabbed the girl, bent her over, and kissed her
deeply.  I watched in amazement as he reached inside her blouse
and cupped her breasts as she giggled in response.  Even more
amazing was the girl's reaction to the kiss!  Instead of pushing
him away or crying out for help, I saw her reach out with a tiny
hand and begin to fondle the growing bulge in the boy's shorts!  

Perhaps it was some newfound motherly instincts, or perhaps it
was just my basic morality rearing its ugly head, but I couldn't
stand by and watch this.  I got up from my chair and walked over
to them, being careful to arrange my breasts so that they were in
a much more presentable configuration.  They were still at it
when I came up to them, and I was even more appalled to hear
passionate moans coming from the little girl's mouth.  "Um,
kids?" I said with what I hoped was an authoritative tone in my
girlish voice..."What are you doing?"  The boy broke the kiss and
looked up at me, but didn't stop rubbing the girl's breasts. 
"Hi!" he said, smiling at me with nothing even close to a guilty
expression..."What's up?"  I looked at the girl who was now
thrusting her hips against him with her eyes closed as she
fondled his bare chest.  "Um," I said, "aren't you a little young
to be doing things like this?"  The girl opened her eyes at that
and looked at me first, then at her boyfriend with a jubilant
smile.  The boy returned her smile then looked at me and said, "I
don't know...How old do you have to be?"  He looked back at the
girl and they suddenly burst into peals of laughter together. I
didn't much care for this.  These two juveniles were laughing at
me!  I was just about to lose my cool when the boy stopped
laughing.  He said, "We're sorry...We don't mean to be rude. 
Didn't you read about the Time Machine Room on the third deck?" 
I looked at him curiously and shook my head.  "It's great," the
girl piped up..."You should really try it!"  I was still
confused, and just as I was about to open my mouth to speak, the
boy started talking again, only this time, it didn't sound like a
14 year old.  "It's the same technology as the DNA transfer
sequence, but instead of changing you into the body of another,
it either takes off or puts on as many years as you want to the
body you're wearing!"  I was stunned by this, and more than a
little embarrassed that I hadn't studied the ship's amenities
more closely.  I also wasn't sure that the kids weren't handing
me a major line of bull...They seemed so naturally young!  Then,
the boy proved his point beyond the shadow of a doubt.  He
suddenly assumed a totally feminine pose, his hands on his hips,
his lips pursed slightly and his shoulders pointed in
consternation.  "Honey," he said in a voice that was too
authentic to be fakery, "I'm really a 40 year old woman!"  My jaw
dropped and I stood there speechless with my mouth wide open. 
The girl giggled at me again, then sidled over to me and took my
hands in hers.  There was something very male in her comforting
stance, and as she looked at me, I could see that her eyes had a
wisdom in them that one doesn't find in a child.  "36 year old
man, here," she said indulgently, nodding her head as if to
confirm what I saw.  All I could say was, "Wow!"  The girl patted
my hand and then let me go.  "It's incredible," she said.  "Try
it out on somebody you love!"  The kids waved at me as they
walked away with their arms around each other.  I felt one last
prudish shock as I watched him move his hand down to her bottom
and squeeze it playfully.  I heard her squeal and saw her jump
away from him before doing the exact same thing to him.

What would it be like, I thought to myself.  To be a kid, but
with adult drives and wisdom.  I looked down at myself...Still
perfect, I thought, my gaze lingering on the lusty size of my
curvy breasts.  But what if those breasts needed only a training
bra instead of a C cup?  What would a nubile young girl's body
feel like against an adult male?  I imagined myself as the star
of a child pornography fantasy, dressed in little girl's clothes
on the outside, but adorned with a hooker's lingerie underneath. 
Would Andrew like something like that?  After last night's
unmasking of our mutual secret fantasies, I was sure he would! 
With a nod of determination, I finished the last of my juice and
set off to find the Time Machine Room on the third deck!

*****Next time--"Through the Eyes of a Child" *****

K.Moore 12/96