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****************************** I've always fantasized about the castaways (especially Ginger and Mary Ann). And finally, this idea struck me - I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it. You can send comments to: [email protected] ***************************** Gilligan and the Morphing Meteorite by Elrod W. "Gilligan!" Mary Ann yelled, not disguising the anger in her voice. She stood by the crude table, hands on her hips, her brow furrowed in frustration. Sheepishly, Gilligan appeared from behind a palm tree. If he hadn't been so skinny, he couldn't have hidden like that. "What is it, Mary Ann?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Did you eat the coconut cream pie?" Mary Ann demanded. She lifted a half of a pie from the table, holding it out as evidence. Gilligan looked at Mary Ann, then at the pie plate. "Um," he stammered, "I ate a little bit." He stepped from the bushes toward Mary Ann and the half- eaten pie. "A little bit?" Mary Ann screamed. "You ate half the pie! This was supposed to be dessert tonight!" Gilligan shrugged. "I had to taste it to see if it was any good," he said in his defense. He reached out a finger to take more of the pie, and as he did so, one foot stepped into a water bucket, throwing him off balance. He sprawled at Mary Ann, ending up face-first in the remaining half of the pie as it fell from Mary Ann's hands onto the table. Mary Ann stamped her feet in frustration as Gilligan looked up at her, his face covered with the remaining pie. "Oooohhhhh!!!" she screamed. Just at that moment, the Skipper and the Professor came around a hut into the clearing. "Oh, there you are Gilligan," the Skipper said in a peeved tone. "You were supposed to be down at the lagoon helping us with the signal raft." He shook his head as Gilligan tried to lick the coconut cream pie from his face. "Oh, are we having pie for dessert, Mary Ann?" he asked, licking his chops. Mary Ann crossed her arms sternly. "We were!" she huffed. The Skipper slapped Gilligan across the head with his hat, frustrated that dessert was spoiled, and that Gilligan hadn't been helping. "Well, little buddy," he said, gritting his teeth, "you'd better get down to the lagoon to help right now!" Mary Ann grabbed Gilligan's shoulders. "Oh, no! You go find Ginger, and get me some more eggs and coconuts!" As Gilligan tried to clean the coconut cream pie from his face, the Skipper and the Professor trudged back to the lagoon. And Mr. and Mrs. Howell came by on their afternoon walk. Mrs. Howell wrinkled up her nose when she saw Gilligan with pie all over his face. "Dear boy," she admonished, "you really should use the dessert fork." She walked on, her duties done. "Really, Thurston. You'd think such basics aren't taught in schools any more." "Quite right, Lovey," Thurston Howell agreed. "Clearly he went to a public school." ************************** Ginger tried to keep up with Gilligan. But that was hard work. He was so agile going through the jungle. At least he wasn't hobbled with a skirt and high heels! "Gilligan," she pleaded in a sultry voice, "please wait for me." She figured it would be wasted on him - but she did need to keep in practice. Gilligan stopped and turned back. "Oh, sorry Ginger." He leaned against a coconut tree and looked at her for a moment. "You know, I'm really glad I don't have to wear girl clothes." He sounded like a pre-teen boy, disgusted with girl stuff. "You can't run, or jump, or climb trees, or..." Ginger smiled seductively as she leaned close, her arms trapping him against the tree. "You know, Gilligan, being a girl is nice. Especially with tall, strong boys..." She was breathing sex into every syllable, and actually enjoying watch Gilligan squirm. As she leaned forward, her lips puckered to give him a kiss he'd never forget, a loud crash, almost an explosion, nearly knocked her off her feet. "What was that?" she asked, startled. "I don't know," Gilligan answered excitedly. "Let's go find out." Before Ginger could protest, Gilligan ran toward the sound. Ginger hastened after him. "Wait, Gilligan! Shouldn't we get the Professor or the Skipper?" Gilligan either didn't hear her, or didn't care. She struggled to keep up with him yet again, but finally, she came into a small clearing - one that hadn't been there a few moments ago. Gilligan stood near the edge of a blackened crater, peering through smoke and steam. Cautiously, Ginger edged forward, then stood half-behind Gilligan. As the smoke cleared, they saw a dark lumpy rock in the center of the crater. "What is it?" Ginger whispered. Gilligan looked into the smoke. "I don't know," he answered, then turned toward Ginger. "But you don't have to whisper!" he shouted, startling her again. "It's just a rock." But it wasn't just a rock. True, most of the object looked like any other dark, rough, irregular rock, but on its surface were dozens of what looked like crystals. "Wow!" Ginger cried as she caught sight of the glittering surface. "It's covered with crystals!" She abandon caution and stepped closer. "They look like diamonds. And rubies! And sapphires!" She reached out to touch one. "No, Ginger!" the Professor called from the clearing, seeing what Ginger was doing. Right behind him was the Skipper. The sound had caught their attention, and they, like Gilligan and Ginger, had hurried to the scene. But the Professor's warning was too late. Ginger touched one of the curious crystals, and immediately was paralyzed as a soft blue glowing haze enveloped her. For several seconds, it held her, an almost alien force, until the mist faded, and Ginger collapsed to the ground, unconscious. As soon as she fell, the Professor and the Skipper raced to the object, and working with Gilligan, gently scooped her up from the floor of the small crater. Carefully, the Professor and the Skipper carried her out of the crater. Gilligan, attempting to follow them away from the object, tripped at the crater's rim. The Professor and the Skipper heard his cry as he fell backward into the crater, landing on his back - against the object! "Little Buddy!" the Skipper cried as the alien force spread around Gilligan. But unlike the blue glow which had surrounded Ginger, this time it was more purple in color. Once again, the mist held him for a few agonizingly long seconds, then Gilligan dropped to the crater floor. The Skipper passed Ginger to the Professor and scrambled back into the crater. Careful to avoid touching the object, he pulled Gilligan free, then carefully lifted him in a fireman's carry. **************************** The Professor gently set Ginger into one chair, while the Skipper unceremoniously dumped Gilligan in another. The Professor searched the shelves of his hut until he found a curious half-shell instrument, then he used his crude jungle stethoscope to check Ginger's heartbeat. "Her heart seems okay," he observed. Ginger's eyelids fluttered, then opened. "What happened?" she asked, puzzled. "How did I get back here?" "You passed out when you touched the rock," the Skipper explained. "We had to carry you back to the huts." "Something strange happened when you touched the rock," the Professor added. "A blue glow surrounded you, then it faded and you passed out. Can you tell me what you felt?" His scientific curiosity was out in full force. Ginger frowned. "I was trying to get one of the crystals. When I touched it, I couldn't move. Then everything was suddenly blue and fuzzy, and I felt tingly all over. Then I must have passed out." She peered past the Professor, to where Gilligan was slumped in another chair, unconscious. "He got caught by it, too," she said with certainty. The Professor frowned. "Yes, he did. How did you know?" Ginger looked confused. "I...I don't know." Gilligan started to stir. "What happened?" he asked slowly, shaking his head. "You bumped the rock, and got zapped," the Skipper explained. The Professor frowned. Such unscientific terminology. "Some type of force was exerted by the rock, and it knocked both you and Ginger unconscious." He turned back to the Skipper. "Since they both appear to be unharmed, I think we should go have a closer look at that rock. I suspect it is some type of meteor, given the nature of its appearance on the island." The Skipper nodded his agreement. "You just take it easy, little buddy." They left the hut. Ginger looked at Gilligan, then rose slowly. "I think I'll go back to my hut to lie down." She walked carefully, unsteadily out of the hut just as Mary Ann came in. "Are you okay, Gilligan?" Gilligan turned quickly, surprised, and saw Mary Ann in the doorway. "Sure, Mary Ann." Mary Ann smiled. "That's good. The Professor told me what happened." Then she scowled. "But I bet you didn't get me any eggs or coconuts!" ********************************* The torches around the table flickered, casting their irregular and dim light on the castaways, gathered as they were for their evening meal. Mary Ann accepted the complement on her cooking, as usual. But she had an announcement which spoiled the mood. "Thanks to Gilligan," she said reprovingly, "we don't have any dessert tonight." Gilligan hunched down, avoiding the dirty looks from the others. "He ate my coconut cream pie." The Skipper, in a well practiced move, slapped Gilligan across the head with his hat. "Gilligan!" he snapped. "Hold it, Skipper," the Professor said sharply, stopping the Skipper even as he was winding up for another smack. He was staring intently at Gilligan. "Gilligan, take off your hat," the Professor asked. Gilligan looked at the Professor, puzzled like the others. Shrugging, he reached up with both hands and plucked his white sailor's cap from his head. Mary Ann, Ginger, the Skipper, and the Howells gasped. Hair spilled out from his cap, falling into Gilligan's eyes. And the hair was red. The same exact shade of red as Ginger's hair. "Gilligan!" the Skipper exclaimed, surprised. Gilligan saw the cascades of red hair, and tried to pull the locks from his eyes. "What happened to my hair? Skipper?" he cried. The Professor walked around behind Gilligan, examining him closely. He repeated the process with Ginger, then went back to Gilligan for another look. "What is it, Professor?" the Skipper asked, puzzled and concerned. The Professor frowned. "I'm not sure. But it looks like the meteor has somehow taken Ginger's pattern and placed some of it in Gilligan." He grasped some of Gilligan's new tresses. "Look at this, Skipper. The length, color, even the style matches Ginger almost exactly. It's like Gilligan's hair is a copy of Ginger's." He dropped the hair. "An exact copy." The Skipper stammered. "Does that mean he's going to..." The Professor shrugged. "Become a copy of the pattern? Possibly." "What!" Gilligan demanded, panicking. "What? What are you talking about?" The Professor swallowed. "If the entirety of Ginger's pattern was transferred, it is possible that your body might adopt that pattern." Gilligan sighed in relief. "Oh, good. I thought you were going to say I was going to turn into Ginger." The Skipper slapped his head with the cap. "That's what he said, Gilligan." He turned back to the Professor. "Is there anything we can do, Professor?" "Not right now. All we can do is observe Gilligan for further changes. And Ginger, too." Ginger gasped. "You mean it might affect me, too? But I feel just fine!" The Professor shook his head. "I don't know, Ginger." Thurston leaned over toward Mrs. Howell. "If Gilligan does become Ginger, it would be an improvement, wouldn't you agree Lovey?" Mrs. Howell was confused. "I'm afraid I don't understand, Thurston." Mr. Howell chuckled. "It's certainly better than if it were the other way around. After all, can you imagine if we had two Gilligans?" **************************** Gilligan rolled over in his sleep, ending up face down in his hammock. Below him, the Skipper was unable to sleep, worrying about his little buddy. What was happening to Gilligan? Could the Professor stop it? He glanced up at Gilligan, sleeping fitfully above him. And did a double take. Something was wrong! He scanned Gilligan's form, and then did another double take. He saw what was wrong, and couldn't believe it! Under Gilligan's shirt, smashed against the hammock, clearly visible between the rope strands, were two large round objects. Gilligan had further changed. He had boobs! The Skipper started to roll himself from his hammock, to waken Gilligan. Then he thought again. From the back of his mind, a single thought pushed forward. He had always admired Ginger's body - so curvaceous, so perfect. And he had always wanted to have her. The Skipper grinned, then reached slowly up with his hands and cupped Gilligan's new boobs. In the girls' hut, Ginger shrieked as she woke suddenly. Reflexively, she swung hard, clearly intending to slap someone. But her swing missed anything, because there was no-one there. She sat up in bed, looking around herself, puzzled, then she looked down at her chest, and felt her boobs. "What's going on?" Mary Ann called sleepily from her bed as she sat up. Ginger frowned. "I don't know," she answered. "I felt like someone was feeling me up." Mary Ann snorted, then was suddenly wide awake. "If Gilligan's body is changing, you don't suppose..." "He's got...." "And somehow, you're feeling it." Ginger practically leaped out of bed and stomped across the compound. She barged into the boys' hut without knocking, startling the Skipper. "Skipper," she said angrily. The Skipper gulped as he tried to sit up. It was a good thing it was dark, he thought, or Ginger would see that he was blushing. "Oh, hi Ginger," he said nervously, trying to pretend that nothing had happened. Ginger slapped him. "Keep your hands off!" she screamed. The Skipper hastily retreated, putting the hammocks between himself and Ginger. He didn't understand, except that he had been caught. Ginger was standing beside Gilligan's hammock. Ginger shook him hard, waking him up. Gilligan rolled over. "Is it time to get up?" he asked groggily. He slowly sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of his hammock as he slid to the floor. And then he was wide awake, startled by the heaviness and jiggling on his chest. He looked down, his mouth agape. "What...." He cupped his new breasts in shock. "I've got boobies!" he cried. "Help! Skipper! Professor! Help me! I've got boobies!" He ran from the hut, still cupping his breasts, looking for someone to help him with this impossible situation. Ginger turned back to the Skipper. "How could you?" she demanded. "Copping a feel from your own first mate!" She turned and stormed out of the hut. In the compound, Gilligan was running around the table, still shouting. The Professor, still yawning, was staggering out of his hut. "Stop shouting, Gilligan. I'm coming." He nearly bumped into Gilligan. "And sit down." Obediently, Gilligan sat. The professor walked around behind him, still rubbing his eyes. "What's the trouble, Ginger?" Gilligan spun, long red hair swirling about his face. "It's me, Gilligan," he protested. The Professor rubbed his eyes. "Sorry, Gilligan. The hair confused me." Then his eyes opened wide. "Gilligan! You have..." Gilligan nodded. "Boobies." He abruptly pulled up his shirt, displaying the perfect, round, firm breasts for the Professor to see. The Professor bent down, looking intently at the luscious mounds on Gilligan's chest, noting how the cool evening air had caused the nipples to become erect. Carefully, as if conducting a lab experiment, he gently touched one, feeling its warmth and firmness. Ginger felt her nipples getting erect, felt the cool night air on her boobs, as she walked toward the Professor and Gilligan. Then she felt a cautious touch, and found herself slightly excited. She sneaked up behind the Professor. "Really, Professor," she said in a sultry voice, "if you wanted to touch them, you could have asked." The Professor jumped, startled. "Um, I was ..., that is..., er..." He was blushing. Mary Ann came up behind Ginger, curious. "What's up?" she asked. Then she saw Gilligan's bare chest. "Oh, my!" she said, surprised. Then her surprise turned to embarrassment for Gilligan's sake. She tugged Gilligan's shirt down, covering his boobs. "Gilligan!" she chided, "Show some modesty!" The Professor cleared his throat. "Well, it does appear that Gilligan's body is reforming to Ginger's pattern. I'll have to do some tests on the meteor, to see if the process is reversible." Gilligan looked up at the Professor. "Let's go," he said eagerly. The Professor shook his head. "Tomorrow. In the morning. It's too dark right now. Right now, I think we should get back to bed." Gilligan shrugged, then stood and turned toward the boy's hut. "Oh, no!" Ginger protested. "You aren't going to sleep with that ... that ... animal! He's not going to paw my boobs all night!" Mary Ann looked confused. "Then where is Gilligan going to sleep?" "Our hut, of course," Ginger answered. "After all, he is turning into me." Mary Ann shook her head. "But he's still ... that is, part of him is still..." She saw Ginger's eyebrows raise, saw the furtive smile on Ginger's face. "Oh," she said, suddenly understanding. ************************* Gilligan was suddenly awake, feeling a draft on his chest. Then he felt warm lips kissing his new boobs, teasing his nipples. He lay there, on the floor between the girl's cots, afraid to move. And then he felt a hand on his crotch. He gasped, and immediately a hand, tiny and feminine, clasped over his mouth. "Gilligan," Mary Ann's voice whispered to him, "don't say anything. Okay?" Gilligan nodded, and Mary Ann's hand lifted from his mouth. "What are you doing?" he whispered intently. "Oh, nothing," Ginger said on the other side of him. "Haven't you ever been curious?" she asked in a sexy whisper. "But..." Gilligan started to protest, then he felt a new rush of pleasure as Mary Ann resumed kissing his new boobs. And the slow caressing of his crotch was wonderful. "You aren't going to be a boy much longer," Ginger reminded him. "So let's all enjoy this while you are." *************************** "Wow!" the Skipper said softly, sitting at the table with the Professor. They were watching Gilligan walk away from them. His pants were extremely tight around his hips and ass, which had overnight become rounder and much more feminine. The Professor smiled. "I never thought I'd agree - especially about Gilligan's butt. But - wow!" The Skipper nodded his agreement. "But he looks clumsy, walking like that. Like Gilligan. I hope Ginger teaches him how to walk, so his butt wiggles more ... seductively." "Hmppph!" Mary Ann snorted, dropping a tray of breakfast on the table in front of the two. They hadn't seen or heard her approaching the table. "Is that all you men think of?" She stomped off, not realizing that the Professor and the Skipper were watching her butt wiggling as well. "Not quite as nice as Ginger's. And Gilligan's," the Skipper observed. He watched until Mary Ann vanished into the jungle. "Do you think we can find a way to change Gilligan back?" "Do you really want to?" the Professor muttered to himself. Then he snapped out of his momentary reverie. "Oh, yes, the meteor. I suppose we should go try to figure it out." ****************** Gilligan walked into the girl's hut, awkwardly, almost painfully. Mary Ann was sitting on her cot, brushing her hair. "Oh, hi Gilligan," she said cheerily. Gilligan didn't smile. "Have you seen Ginger?" he asked after a long pause. Mary Ann shrugged. "She's probably down at the waterfall taking a bath," she said. "Why? Is something wrong?" Gilligan sighed uncomfortably. "My clothes don't fit," he complained. Mary Ann stood and walked to him. "Turn around," she ordered. Obediently, Gilligan complied. "Hmm," she finally muttered. "No wonder. Look in the mirror," she suggested. She steered Gilligan to the mirror, then turned him so his profile was showing. Gilligan gasped. "I've got Ginger's butt!" Mary Ann smiled. "Yes, you do. And it's about to rip your pants apart. And her waist. And look at your feet - they are falling out of those shoes." She thought for a second. "Get undressed," she ordered. Gilligan opened his mouth to protest, but Mary Ann shut him up. "Just get undressed." Gilligan slowly complied. It took a bit of doing, but Gilligan and Mary Ann got his pants past his wider, rounder hips. And then Mary Ann understood why he was looking for Ginger. "Um, Gilligan?" she asked, "did you know you're missing something?" Gilligan blushed as he looked down. "Yes," he muttered. Mary Ann shook her head. "Too bad," she mumbled. "Okay, it's not the end of the world." She quickly grabbed some clothes from Ginger's wardrobe, then dropped them on Ginger's cot. "Come on, all of it." Reluctantly, Gilligan finished undressing, exposing Ginger's firm round breasts, then a neat triangular patch of reddish hair in his crotch. Gilligan turned away, embarrassed. "Oh, come on, Gilligan! We're both girls!" She handed a pair of Ginger's lacy panties to Gilligan, and then noticed his hands. "Your hands too?" Gilligan nodded, still holding the panties like they were a snake. Mary Ann practically dressed Gilligan, getting his panties on, then a lacy matching bra. "There. That should help your shoulders, and should stop the bouncing!" she said with a smile. Gilligan's eyes widened in shock as Mary Ann held up the dress she had picked out. "I'm not wearing a dress!" he protested. "It's ... it's girls clothes!" Mary Ann sighed. "Gilligan, in case you hadn't checked, you are a girl now." Over his protests, Mary Ann slipped the dress on him and zipped it up, then got him to put on a pair of Ginger's pumps. "I look stupid!" Gilligan protested. He was too upset to notice that his voice was slowly changing. Mary Ann did notice. "No you don't. In fact," she said almost enviously, "you look very attractive." ************************* The Professor reached out toward the meteor once more, holding a small bird on the end of a long pole. Again, he touched the bird against the meteor, and nothing happened. "Hmm," he observed, disappointment in his voice. "Ginger said she was trying to get one of those crystals," the Skipper observed, peering from behind a tree. The Professor nodded. "Well, it's obvious the bare rock doesn't do anything." He swung the bird toward a crystal. Almost immediately, the bird was enveloped in a bluish glow, so suddenly that the Professor almost dropped the pole. And then the glow subsided. He pulled the bird back. "I guess we'll have to wait to see if any changes happen," the Skipper said, frustrated. "This could take a long time..." The Professor placed the bird in one cage, and took another bird from a second cage. "Not quite, Skipper. The blue glow did nothing to Ginger. It was the purple glow which changed Gilligan." He extended the bird to the meteor, and as soon as it touched one of the crystals, a purple glow shot out, surrounding the bird. When that glow subsided, the Professor retrieved the bird, placed it in a cage, and attached a third specimen to the pole. Once again, a purple glow surrounded the bird. Another swap, another purple glow. The Skipper snorted. "This isn't getting us anywhere," he said. The Professor nodded. "I have one more thing I'd like to try," he said. He attached yet another bird, then reached out to another part of the meteor, this time touching a reddish crystal. This time, the glow around the bird was reddish in color. "Hmm," the Professor muttered thoughtfully. "It appears that there are combinations of touching crystals which affect the outcome. I'll have to observe the birds, and see if I can deduce the order. If not, some more experiments will be needed." He dropped his pole and gathered up some of the cages. "Come on, Skipper. Let's get back to the compound." ********************** Gilligan softly parted the underbrush, and peeked through to see if Ginger was taking a bath. He instantly spied the outline of her nude figure as she rinsed under the waterfall. Gilligan gulped, unsure of himself, and thought about leaving. Ginger spied the movement in the brush - after all, she had been on this island with 3 single men for some time now, and she had learned to catch such signs that her privacy was being invaded. "Who's there?" she called out, irritated. Gilligan stepped forward uneasily. "It's just me, Ginger," he answered. Ginger's mouth dropped open. "Oh, my!" she mouthed. "Gilligan, you look like ... like me!" Gilligan hung his head. "I know." Ginger gasped. "And your voice! You even sound like me!" Ginger deftly grabbed a towel, seemingly from nowhere, and wrapped it around herself as she stepped out from under the flowing water. "It's kind of eerie, looking at myself." She stepped onto the bank beside Gilligan. "How much has changed?" Gilligan didn't look up. "All of me," he answered sullenly. Ginger looked at him, then focused on his crotch. "All of you?" Gilligan looked up, saw where Ginger was looking, and blushed. "Yup, all of me." Ginger spun Gilligan around, looking his body over. "Let's have a look," she said finally as she started to unzip Gilligan's dress. Gilligan started to protest. "Look, it's not like I haven't seen that body," Ginger said quickly. Ginger easily removed Gilligan's clothing, then stepped back and whistled. "I'm pretty hot!" she said, admiring the copy of her own body. Then she got a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Before Gilligan could react, Ginger pushed him into the water, falling in on top of him. "What did you do that for?" Gilligan sputtered as Ginger splashed him. Ginger giggled. "If I needed a bath, you need a bath, too!" Gilligan stared at her for a moment, the nodded his understanding. So Ginger began to help him scrub his new female body. "Um," Gilligan said after a few moments, "I think that's clean." Ginger didn't look up - she was caressing Gilligan's boob delicately. "Um, Ginger?" Gilligan was confused. Ginger did look up this time, but instead of stopping, she pulled Gilligan close and began to French kiss him. For a few awkward seconds, Gilligan stood like a statue, confused. Then he practically leaped as Ginger's hand slid down to his crotch. Gilligan pulled his head away. "Ginger, what are you doing?" Ginger grinned. "I've always wondered what it would be like to make love to myself." Gilligan tried to pull away, but now he was only as strong as Ginger, and he couldn't. In fact, as the new and delightful sensations built within his body, he decided he didn't want to pull away. Ginger continued kissing him and touching him, and eventually, she guided Gilligan's hand down into her own crotch. And as the two became entwined, pleasuring each other like a pair of identical twins, Ginger thought she noticed some movement in the bushes. She grinned to herself. Probably the Skipper, spying on them. This should give him a big boner, she thought to herself. Probably enough to frustrate him for at least a week. ************************ The Professor looked up from his lab bench as the Skipper walked in. "I think in another couple of days, I'll have figured out that meteor, Skipper," he said. But the Skipper just walked to a chair and sat down, clearly distracted. "Skipper?" he asked. The Skipper seemed to drift back to reality. "Oh, yeah Professor." The Professor furrowed his brow. "Is something wrong?" He noticed that the Skipper was rubbing the bulge in his pants. The Skipper sighed dreamily. "I just saw Gilligan and Ginger down at the pond, bathing." The Professor's eyebrows shot up. "Bathing?" The Skipper sighed again. "Well, they started out bathing. Just like a pair of twins." "You mean they were..." The Skipper grinned, feeling his dick stiffen more than it already was. If that was possible. "Uh huh," he answered. The Professor felt his own dick starting to get firm. "That means that Gilligan is..." "Ginger's twin. Down to the very last curve." The Skipper rose suddenly. "Excuse me, Professor. I need to take a walk." Still rubbing his crotch, he strode toward the door. "Me, too," the Professor echoed as he left his experiments. Rubbing his own erection through his pants, he stumbled past Mary Ann, heading into the jungle for a bit of privacy so he could relieve himself. Mary Ann just stood, her mouth agape, watching the Professor and Skipper practically jacking off as they headed away from the huts. ************************* "Is this better?" Gilligan asked as he turned. He was wearing a long skirt, which seriously hampered his ability to walk. With Ginger's high heels, Gilligan was having some serious problems. Ginger barely caught him when he tripped. "Gilligan!" Ginger was frustrated. "You have to pay attention." Gilligan pouted, though not intentionally. "I was!" he protested in Ginger's sexy voice. "I'm just not used to this body, and the shoes and dress! Walking is hard!" He took a couple of quick steps and flopped on Ginger's cot. "Why do I have to do this? The Professor is going to turn me back." Ginger sat beside Gilligan and placed her hands on Gilligan's shoulders. It was still strange to have Gilligan looking like her twin. "He's been working on it for five days now. I'm sure he'll figure it out, but in the meantime, I won't have a Ginger running around here, walking like a boy, talking like a boy, looking so ... so unfeminine!" Gilligan smacked his fist into the blankets. "But I don't want to be a girl!" Ginger gave Gilligan a big hug. "I know, but you are one for now. And since you're me, you're going to have to be like me in everything." She got a mischievous grin. "Being a girl isn't all bad, though, is it?" Gilligan smiled. "Nope. The Skipper hasn't hit me since I changed! And he and the Professor aren't yelling at me all the time!" Ginger smiled, then frowned. "Don't say 'nope'. Say 'no, it isn't'" Gilligan scowled, then tried to copy Ginger. He half closed his eyes, then breathlessly whispered "No, it isn't." He shuddered. "That sounds so ... so girlish!" Ginger smiled. "Yes, it does. It sounds sexy. Drives men wild." Gilligan pouted again. "I don't want to drive men wild," he protested, not realizing that Ginger's drilling was having an effect. While not as good as Ginger, he sounded very sexy. Ginger smiled. "We'll see." She sprang to her feet and pulled Gilligan from the cot. "Let's practice walking some more." Gilligan sauntered across the hut, trying to mimic the way Ginger walked. "No, no, no! You're trying to wiggle your butt, not break your back!" ************************* It was a bit strange to have two Ginger's at the table. Especially since one of them still answered to the name of Gilligan. No one could tell which was which, though, unless they asked. It was confusing. While not perfect, several days of practice had helped Gilligan be more like Ginger. After dessert, the Professor led the group to his hut. "I believe I have figured out the meteor. It appears to be a pattern transferrance device, probably of some alien origin. The crystals on the surface are keys to trigger actions." "What is he talking about, Thurston?" Mrs. Howell asked as she glanced at her husband. "You know these eggheads," Thurston answered. "They're more confusing than Democrats." Mrs. Howell nodded. "So you don't understand him either?" Mr. Howell laughed. "Understand him? I don't even know what language he's speaking." The Professor was ignoring their side conversation. "There are three types of crystals on the surface - blue, purple, and red colored crystals. When a subject touches the blue crystal, the device makes a copy of the pattern. Observe." He pointed at a bird in a cage. "This bird touched a blue crystal. It is unchanged." He moved to a second cage. "This bird touched a red crystal. Notice that it is, in every way, identical to the first bird. Clearly, the first pattern was transferred to the second bird." He moved to the third cage. "This bird, also, touched a red crystal. Notice that it, too, is identical to the first bird." The Skipper looked concerned. "What happened to the pattern for the second bird? Why didn't the third bird end up like the second one?" The Professor smiled grimly. "The pattern for the second and third birds was lost when they touched a red crystal." The Skipper gasped. "That means my little buddy is stuck like that? His pattern is lost?" The Professor shook his head. "No. Observe these birds. The first one is the sample. The second bird looks like the first, as before. But this third bird looks like the second used to. These birds touched purple crystals." He stepped back from his bench. "The blue crystals store a copy of a subject's pattern without changing the subject. The red crystals copy the saved pattern to the subject touching it. And the purple crystals copy a subject's pattern before replacing it with the stored pattern." The Skipper's eyes widened. "So that means if Gilligan touched a purple crystal, his pattern is still in that thing. And he can get it back?" The Professor nodded. "In theory," he agreed. "Just think how useful that would be on Wall Street," Thurston Howell observed. "Instead of the buyouts and fights on the board of directors, one could just replace the board with copies." He chuckled. "It would cut down the boardroom fights." Mrs. Howell had a far-off look in her eyes. "Yes, of course Thurston," she answered, her mind wandering. ******************** "Are you sure about this?" Gilligan whispered insistently to Ginger. The compound was dark - it was the middle of the night, and they were sneaking toward the Professor's hut. Ginger smiled. "You said you were curious, didn't you? Well, this is the only way to find out." Ginger slipped open the Professor's door, then pulled Gilligan inside. Ginger was careful to keep Gilligan from tripping on anything - he hadn't been cured of all his clumsiness. They silently crept beside the Professor's bed. Ginger pushed Gilligan onto the bed, then sat down herself. The Professor turned, startled by the commotion. Ginger clamped his head between her hands and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. "Did you ever wonder about doing twins?" she asked in her ultra-sexy voice. The Professor's eyes widened as he felt himself getting aroused. And then the two Gingers tackled him, clawing at his clothes, rubbing his crotch, kissing him. *********************** Across the compound, Mary Ann awoke suddenly, realizing someone was in the hut with her. Before she could say anything, a hand clamped over her mouth. "Mary Ann, I do apologize for awakening you this way, but please don't scream." It was Mrs. Howell's voice. Mary Ann nodded, and Mrs. Howell removed her hand. "What's going on?" Then she spied the empty cot and mat. "Where are Gilligan and Ginger?" Mrs. Howell shook her head. "I'm not sure, but based on the sounds from the Professor's hut, I'd say they are there. But I need your help." Mary Ann's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, my help?" Mrs. Howell sighed. "It's a long story, but you need to hear it if you are going to help me." She clasped Mary Ann's hands. "Before we came on this trip, Mr. Howell and I were having some problems. We weren't, you know, intimate." She looked down, embarrassed at having to reveal the details. "I had no idea," Mary Ann said comfortingly. "No, I'm sure you didn't. Nor did anyone else." Mrs. Howell paused for several seconds. "Mr. Howell hired a new secretary. A young attractive secretary. Based on how he was working late, I'm sure he was having an affair. And he was buying her presents. Some of his friends were getting divorces, and acquiring new 'trophy wives'. I think Thurston was about to do the same." "Oh, Mrs. Howell!" Mary Ann cried. "That's terrible! I'm so sorry." Mrs. Howell wiped a tear from her eye. "Well, these things happen. After all, men can be so boorish at times." Mary Ann nodded her understanding. "But how can I help?" Mrs. Howell smiled, knowing she had accomplished the toughest part of her plan. "Let me have a copy of your body. If I have a new body, Thurston will become interested again. It should spark some new romance." Mary Ann shook her head, confused. "But why me? Why not Ginger? She's the movie star!" Mrs. Howell smiled broadly. "Dear girl, you really have no idea how attractive you really are, do you? Did you know that Mr. Howell watches you walk? He enjoys watching your hips sway, watching your breasts? You really had no idea?" Mary Ann's head spun. This plan was crazy! But she had to admit it had some merit. "Okay, I'll do it." A few minutes later, Mary Ann and Mrs. Howell stood beside the meteor. Mary Ann stepped to the meteor. "I touch the blue crystal, and it copies my pattern, right?" Mrs. Howell nodded. "Well, here goes nothing..." Mary Ann closed her eyes, then grasped a blue crystal. Immediately, a blue glow overtook her, and after a minute, she collapsed to the ground. Mrs. Howell pulled her from beside the meteor, then watched her until Mary Ann regained consciousness. "What happened?" she asked. Mrs. Howell smiled. "I think it worked," she said. "Now it's my turn." She squared her shoulders, marched to the meteor, then grasped a purple crystal. The purple glow overtook her, and she collapsed. Now it was Mary Ann's turn to pull Mrs. Howell from the meteor. Several minutes later, her eyes fluttered open. "Well?" Mrs. Howell asked, curious. Mary Ann smiled. "Nothing yet. I think we have to wait a while." Mrs. Howell smiled in return. "If this doesn't work, I can always come back and restore my old pattern." ************************** The Skipper awoke to find two Gingers sitting on his hammock, kissing him, stroking his chest, rubbing his crotch. Almost instantly, he was awake. And aroused. A sudden thought intruded into his mind. "Wait a minute. Which one of you is Gilligan?" One of the Ginger's nibbled his ear. "Guess," she said seductively. The Skipper was trying to fight his arousal. "But you're identical," he protested. The other Ginger nibbled on his other ear as she stroked his crotch. "We didn't say it'd be easy," she said, equally as sexy as her twin. "Besides," the other Ginger said, "you seemed to enjoy watching us at the pool." ************************* Thurston Howell rolled over, trying to awaken himself. He reached out to give Lovey a hug - and came up empty-handed. He sat up. And did a double take. Beside his bed he saw Mary Ann, wearing one of Mrs. Howell's slinkier negligee's. One that she hadn't worn in years. Thurston gulped. "Dear girl, you have to leave before Mrs. Howell returns." Mary Ann smiled. "What makes you think she'll be returning any time soon?" She walked to the bed and sat on it. "Besides, I thought you wanted someone younger and sexier." Thurston swallowed hard. She was right. Mary Ann slipped the negligee off her shoulder, revealing a creamy, full, firm breast. "Besides, she knew what you wanted. She decided to make it easy for you." Thurston gave in to his excitement. He pulled Mary Ann closer, reaching for her tantalizing boob while he kissed her. And she slid her hand into his pajama bottoms, feeling the firmness. ***************** The real Mary Ann smiled when she saw her twin. Mrs. Howell looked radiant in her new body. She had been right - the change was just what Mr. Howell wanted. Then Mr. Howell emerged from his hut, looking very happy and years younger. His smile, however, vanished when he saw the two Mary Anns. "But..." he stammered. "You... One of you is..." Mrs. Howell smiled. "Yes, Mr. Howell, one of us is the real Mary Ann. And the other one is a copy. Courtesy of the meteor." The real Mary Ann smiled too. "And no-one can tell the difference." She sauntered off to get breakfast. Thurston stammered. "But why, Lovey?" Mrs. Howell smiled. "Thurston, I knew you wanted a younger wife. I knew you were having an affair. I knew you would eventually leave me. This way, we both get what we want. You get a younger wife, and I get to keep my husband." She fondled her new breasts. "And I get a younger sexier body, too." "Skipper, Gilligan?" The Professor came around the corner of his hut, calling the two. The Skipper sauntered out of his hut. "Have you seen Gilligan?" the Professor asked. The Skipper shook his head. "Gilligan?" he called again. In a few moments, Gilligan came out of the girls' hut. "I hope this is important. I was just doing my hair." A couple of seconds later, Ginger appeared beside him. The two had been nearly inseparable for the past few days. The Skipper started to say something, then his jaw dropped open. "Doing your hair?" he asked, sounding incredulous. The Professor's eyes widened, but he decided to continue. "I've got the meteor figured out. We can get your pattern back." Gilligan should have been elated. But he looked at Ginger, disappointment clear in his expression. "Oh," was all he said. And then Mary Ann came around the corner, carrying a tray of food. The Professor looked at her, then did a double take. He looked back at the table, and saw Mary Ann sitting next to Mr. Howell. His jaw dropped. "Mary Ann?" he asked, gazing back and forth between the two Mary Anns. And then everyone realized what had happened. There were two Mary Anns. And no Mrs. Howell. "Mary Ann," the Professor said again. "You and Mrs. Howell used the meteor?" He knew the answer before the question was asked. Mary Ann looked at Mrs. Howell, now her twin, and then back at the Professor. "Yes," she answered slowly. "Is that a problem?" The Professor sank into a chair, closing his eyes. "You may have erased Gilligan's pattern from the meteor," he said after a long silence. Gilligan looked at Ginger, then at the Professor. His face seemed to be radiant. "You mean I can't get my old body back?" he asked hopefully. "Little buddy," the Skipper said, sounding confused. "You sound like you don't want your old body back." Gilligan looked at Ginger, then at the ground. "Well, no. At least I don't think so." He looked up at the Skipper. "You haven't been mean to me since I've changed. And you haven't bossed me around, or hit me, or made me work. In fact, everyone has been nice to me." Gilligan put his arm around Ginger's waist, and pulled her close. "It's kind of nice to have a twin sister." Gilligan grinned. "Besides, there are some things where it's nicer to be a girl." The Skipper looked at Gilligan and Ginger, and noticed that Gilligan was looking at his crotch. He started to feel aroused. He glanced at the Professor, and saw that he, too, was quite distracted - his hand was in his pocket rubbing himself. Ginger smiled. "Let's get some breakfast," she said in a sexy voice. She and Gilligan sauntered to the table, their butts wiggling in unison. Gilligan looked over his shoulder, and saw the Skipper and Professor nearly jerking off. "In a minute," the Skipper muttered. He turned and walked into the jungle. So did the Professor. ************************* EPILOGUE Mary Ann walked casually out of Mr. Howell's hut, and sat down at the table across from the other Mary Ann. She poured herself a cup of tea and took a sip. "Morning, Mary Ann," the second Mary Ann said. "Good morning, Mrs. Howell," Mary Ann said cheerily. Mrs. Howell leaned close and lowered her voice. "Well?" Mary Ann smiled, then took off a ring and a fabulous necklace and handed them back to Mrs. Howell. Mrs. Howell accepted the jewelry, then smiled. "He still doesn't suspect anything?" she asked. Mary Ann shook her head. "I really do appreciate this, dear. I'd quite forgotten about the discomfort of periods. And the man has become quite insatiable!" Mary Ann grinned. "Don't I know it!" The Ginger twins, dressed in very low-cut blouses, sauntered easily from the girl's hut and across the compound. "Morning Mary Ann, Mary Ann," they sang sweetly. Then they vanished into the jungle. "Probably going for another bath," Mary Ann said caustically. "Who would have thought that Ginger was a lesbian?" Mrs. Howell observed. Mary Ann shook her head. "Or Gilligan." She took a sip of tea. "They're not, though. Not really. Bi, maybe. I think they just love their own body, and use it to torture the poor Skipper and Professor." Mrs. Howell smiled. "Those poor dears. If Thurston wasn't so possessive, I think I'd help relieve their frustration." At that moment, the Skipper wandered into the compound, from the direction the Ginger twins had gone. He looked very distracted, and judging by the bulge in his pants, the Gingers had been at it again. He wandered into his hut and shut the door. Mary Ann giggled. "See what I mean?" Before Mrs. Howell could reply, Thurston came out of his hut, spied them at the table, and stepped proudly toward them. "Lovey," he called, "would you like to saddle up your polo pony?" Mrs. Howell started to open her mouth, but Mary Ann winked at her, stopping her. She rose from the table. "Sure," she said as she took his outstretched arm, "stud!" They turned and walked purposefully toward the Howell's hut. Mary Ann glanced over her shoulder, smiling, and winked again at Mrs. Howell. Mrs. Howell raised her teacup in a silent toast as they vanished. Life was good again. (fin)