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Changing Seas
by Nikki
The yacht was huge. I stood in the pier staring up at this giant, floating
symbol of opulence as the driver unloaded my luggage. I was still amazed
that this would be my home for the next year or so. A man came down the
ramp and asked if he could get my bags which snapped me out of my awe. I
said no, but couldn't pick up my suitcase. This surprised me because it had
not been that heavy when I carried it to the taxi this morning.
"I'll get that for you," the man from the ship said and easily picked it up. He
gestured for me to proceed up the ramp and followed me. He guided me into
the aft lounge where Jake was waiting for me. He seemed surprised when he
saw me. Immediately thoughts that this was all some mix up or dream went
through my head, but he smiled and greeted me.
"Brad, great to have you aboard!"
"Thanks," I said.
"We'll be shoving off in a few minutes so I'll save the grand tour of your
new home until we're at sea. For now, how about a drink?" He motioned
for the bartender.
"I'll have a beer please," I said. The bartender looked at me strangely then
nodded.
"The whole crew has been informed about you. Anything you want, you
get," Jake said.
"I still don't know how to thank you??" I trailed off.
"Just enjoy yourself."
The bartender set a bottle of beer in front of me. I could not twist the top off.
I looked to see if it required a bottle opener. Jake reached over and easily
popped the top off. I took a big drink and nearly spit it out. It was really
bitter. I noticed Jake looking at me and the fact that he was drinking the same
brand of beer.
"How about a glass of white wine?" He asked.
"Okay," I said meekly. I was confused.
We put out to sea, and Jake showed me all of his huge ship. He was in his
late thirties, had made a fortune with some software company and now
roamed the earth in his floating empire. From a communications room
packed with computers he could conduct business in any country no matter
where he was.
Last, we came to my suite. He opened the door, and I stood in shock. It
was?.pink. Everything was pink and satin. He seemed to find nothing odd
about this, and I certainly didn't want to be ungrateful so I thanked him
again. He left me alone to get settled in, and I laid on the pink satin sheets
thinking of the strange things that had occurred today. I loved beer! While
not particularly large, I had never had trouble carrying a suitcase or opening a
beer bottle. I began to unpack my luggage and found the closets and dressers
full of women's clothing. Jake must have had a female guest depart just
before I arrived.
We had been at sea about two weeks. The strange occurrences continued
with no explanation until I just gave up and allowed the crew to pick things
up or move them for me. I ordered white wine. It was then that everything
in my world changed. We were sitting in the aft lounge as we did nearly
every afternoon. Several of the off duty crew were with us talking about
sports. One of them made a comment on the new franchise in South Florida,
and I said that they wouldn't be scoring too many goals. Everyone laughed.
I didn't understand what was so funny.
"The new team plays baseball. They don't score goals in baseball," one of
them said. I was angry and confused. I knew it was a hockey team. One of
them pulled out a newspaper showing the new players taking batting practice.
I started crying which just confused me more. I never cried.
Later, Jake and I sat in his office. I was still crying a little. I didn't know
what was happening to me. Jake put his arm around me and petted my hair.
I was too upset to think about this.
"Jake, I know the new team plays hockey! And that's not the only strange
thing?.."
Jake got up and went to his desk. He pulled a book out of a drawer.
"This will probably explain some things; although it may raise more
questions than it answers."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Remember when you first came on board and I looked surprised to see you?
That's because you did not look like I expected you to. And that's because of
what you told me before and this diary you let me read."
I looked at him blankly. I had never kept a diary.
"The way you've acted the last couple weeks I wondered if you even
remembered this or our conversations." My mind raced. I remembered our
conversations. That was when I ran into him in a bookstore and we talked
and became friends and he invited me to sail around the world on his yacht!
I took the diary back to my room, slid into the satin sheets and began to read.
It was my handwriting; only it was more flowing?.more feminine. It
opened with this passage:
I've started keeping a diary because I know my life has changed and will
change much more in the
Months to come. I was on an elevator today; standing in the back. There
was a man in front of me and a woman in front of him. I watched how he
looked at her?..the heel of her shoe, the curve of her calves, the long hair
flowing down her back. Then the strangest thought entered my mind. I
wished he would look at me that way?..
The diary went on over many months to describe the fascination that
grew in me with being a woman. The first pair of pantyhose I bought?..the
first time I shaved my legs??the men I fantasized about.
I read it entirely and lay there stunned. I had no memory of this. I
had never had a homosexual thought in my life. Apparently I had also shared
these feelings with Jake which is why he had invited me aboard!
I stayed in my suite for most of the next few days desperately trying
to remember any of the things in the diary. It said I had begun hormone
treatments and had noticed a loss of strength. That would explain many of
the things that happened on board. I felt like I was going crazy.
Late one night, a little drunk on wine and still unsure if I was losing
my mind, I opened a closet and pulled out a black satin night gown. I slipped
it over my head and felt it fall down my body. It felt wonderful. I ran my
hands down my stomach and thighs exhilarated by the feel of the soft fabric.
There was a knock at the door. Without thinking, I opened it. Jake stood
there. He smiled.
"I came to see how you were doing. It looks like you're adjusting to
your memories."
I tried to stammer an explanation, but I didn't really have one. He
smiled again and said good night. The satin of the gown felt even more
wonderful sliding across the satin sheets as I slipped into bed. I had strange
dreams that night.
I awoke the next morning with a decision. I would try the things my
diary described and see how I reacted. I must have felt those things at one
time. If after that I still didn't remember, I would ask Jake to drop me off at
the next port.
I nervously entered the aft lounge and tugged the hem of my skirt
down. This was the first time I had left my room dressed. Since I didn't
know what I was doing, I used the diary as a user's manual. Fortunately, it
was very explicit and detailed. I had shaved my entire body. Long, red
press on nails adorned my fingers. The wannabe woman of my diary was
something of an exhibitionist. So I wore a long blonde wig and had managed
a fair job with my makeup. My lingerie was pink and lacy. Over it I wore a
pink mini skirt, silky beige stockings, a white satin blouse unbuttoned
enough to show my bra and white pumps with 4" heels.
Fortunately, the only looks I received were appreciative glances. This
was the person they expected aboard all along. Jake rose, took my hand and
helped me to my seat.
"You look lovely." He said.
"Thank you." I blushed.
After several glasses of wine, I became more comfortable and less
self conscious. I even enjoyed myself and the attention the crew gave me.
I returned to my room that evening to write in my diary. I wrote
about how nervous I was, how good my stockings felt when I crossed my
legs?.as an afterthought I wrote how cute Jake looked. I don't know why I
put that down, but it seemed in character.
The weeks went on, and I became very comfortable with my new
appearance. I even enjoyed putting together a provocative outfit to see the
looks on the crew when I walked into a room with my hips swaying. I
practiced walking in ever higher heels until I could even dance in six inch
platforms. I did my makeup over and over until I could get any look I
desired.
The ship had a tradition that after each month at sea they had a big
formal banquet; sexy attire required. I found myself looking forward to this
and spent the whole day getting ready. When I swished (and my walk was
definitely a swish now!) into the room everyone stopped to stare. I wore a
black silk dress so sheer that it was completely see through. Beneath it, I had
on a black lace merry widow designed to push up my breast forms into two
huge mounds, satin panties and a matching garter belt. My lace topped
stockings went down to a pair of silver strappy sandals with a six inch stiletto
heel. My blonde hair was teased to impossible heights and my blood red
nails were nearly two inches long.
I swayed over to Jake's table. His gentlemanly behavior was
temporarily on hold as he stared at me with his mouth open. I twirled and
wiggled my ass for him.
"I'm glad you like it," I purred. I had been using tapes of Kathleen
Turner to practice my voice.
"Um?.wow," was all he could say. The banquet was a lot of fun,
alcohol and overt sexual tones. I danced with nearly all the crew; both men
and women. Writing in my diary later, I noticed that rather than be terrified, I
was pleased when a male crew member would push his hardon against me.
Finally, I danced with Jake. Our bodies were pressed against each
other as we slowly swayed to the music. At first I thought I felt his hard
cock pressing against me also. Then I realized it was my cock that was hard.
I ran my nails through his hair and rested my head against his chest; slowly
rubbing against him until I nearly climaxed. Completely off guard by the
feelings I was having for this man, I let out a low moan. I was no longer
acting as the character in my diary. I was a woman.
Jake walked me to my suite.
"Do you want to come in?" I purred.
He looked down at me and our faces slowly came closer and closer.
His kisses were soft and gentle at first. Then they became strong and
powerful as his tongue entered my mouth. Part of me still screamed that this
was not me, but I was hungrily sucking on his tongue. I wanted him to like
kissing me. I pressed my body against his and lowered a hand to find his
hard cock. I had never touched a man's cock?.that I could remember.
Finally, he pulled me away, kissed me gently on the lips and said
good night.
I sauntered into the lounge the next morning in my white satin robe.
It was deliberately tied loosely to show off my tanned, smooth legs and
maybe give a peek at the baby doll I wore beneath it. Jake stood and kissed
my cheek then helped me into my chair. I crossed my legs ensuring that my
robe fell away all the way up to my crotch. I dangled a high heeled slipper.
"I can't call you Brad any more." Jake said. I thought about this.
The crew all called me "ma'am" or "mistress", and Jake had just not referred
to me by name for some time.
"You can call me anything you want," I said. He smiled and
pretended to think very hard.
"How about Agatha?" He asked. I smiled and ran my long nails
down my body.
"Do I look like an Agatha?" I asked in my best Jessica Rabbit voice.
"No, you need something sexy??How about Brandy?"
I liked it.
"From now on, I'm Brandy." I said.
Eventually we came to port in the south of France. I was so excited.
I had an appointment with a doctor. I stayed in bed the first week after we
left France. Finally, I swayed into the aft lounge. It seemed like all the big
events of my life occurred there. I wore a white satin wraparound blouse.
The neckline plunged nearly to my pierced belly button and flaunted my
melon sized breasts. My adam's apple had been shaved so that I spoke like
Jessica Rabbit whether I wanted to or not. My nose was smaller. My lips
were fuller. My face was softened by collagen injections, and high doses of
hormones had given me a full hourglass figure. I had become almost used to
the stares I attracted from men, but the looks on the crew's faces pleased me.
The look on Jake's face pleased me most.
That afternoon I went over the old entries in my diary. I slid a black
satin front closure bra over my breasts and fastened a matching garter belt
around my twenty two inch waist. I luxuriated as I slid black silk stockings
up my legs. A short cut black leather jacket, a black satin mini skirt about
two sizes too small and six inch black pumps completed the outfit. This was
the outfit my diary described I wore the first time I had sex with a man.
I walked down the hall to Jake's suite. The tight skirt forced me to
make small mincing steps instead of the long sexy sway I had perfected. I
struck a pose that would flaunt all my attributes and knocked on his door.
"Can I come in?" My new voice sounded sexy even if I just counted
numbers. When I wanted to, I could say "Fuck me" with just a purr. He
motioned me in.
"Hello Brandy."
"Did you read my diary, baby?"
"Yes."
"Do you know what I did in this outfit?" I slid onto the couch and
rubbed my silky thighs together in the air.
"You've come a long way since you stepped on this ship, Brad."
"Do I look like a Brad?" I pouted.
"No, Brandy, you don't." He stood over me. I sat up so that I was
eye level with the zipper on his pants. I reached out with two long painted
nails and pulled the zipper down. I pulled his pants and boxers down and his
erect cock stood in front of me. I still didn't remember ever doing this
before, but I didn't care. I gently kissed it then pulled back to look at my red
lipstick mark on the head. Any semblance of the man I was washed away as
I caressed and sucked and licked that cock. I pulled away just before he was
ready to explode.
I stood and wiggled my skirt up over my hips then bent over the back
of the couch. My surgically perfect ass wiggled invitingly on my heels, and I
waited for him.
The year passed quickly, and it was strange to be sailing into the port
I had left an eternity ago. I wasn't getting off the ship. The very large
diamond on my left hand attested to that. I lounged on the deck in a silver
lame bikini. My hair had grown out and now hung in an auburn cascade
down to the small of my back. My crotch was still a little tender from the last
operation, but it was very functional as Jake had found last night.
As the ship was tied off to the pier I smiled at the young man below
who was struggling with his luggage.
(the end)
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