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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! 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! 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! 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! 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! 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! 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 comin