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Summary: John Vega is hot on the trail of a valuable stolen doll but now neither the good guys or bad guys have it. Who will get to it first? Main Cast: J.J. Caprodore (main character)... Gail Apples (the girlfriend) Thomas Potts (badguy #1) Jeff Masters (badguy #2) John Vega (private investigator) Sergio Ropelli (the collector) Jelico (the hairdresser) Heather Greddings (badguy/girl #3) Captain Holland (badguy #4) Rated X (deepthroat type stuff) Warning: If you're not an adult, don't read this stuff! Go away and come back when you're old enough! Apples by Flower Chapter One: The Magic Doll "I know what you want, and you can't have it," Gail vehemently said pointing the gun with her right hand, while clutching the small black metal idol with the other. "We only wish to use it," Jeff said reaching out pleadingly. "On ourselves," Tom added. She argued, "It was never meant for men like you to possess." "We don't want to take it from you," Tom promised, crossing his heart. "I swear. We only want to use it just once." "You should never have found out about it," Gail said with anger and regret in her trembling voice. "This should never have happened. It's mine. I found it first, and I'm not prepared to share it with anyone. Not even you." A shot was fired. Gail collapsed to the ground. I stepped out of the shadows. My gun still smoking. Jeff and Tom turned and ran. The smartest thing they'd done all day, as far as I was concerned. I walked up to her and stepped on her right wrist, applying pressure until she released the gun from her grip. She lay there on her back and looked up at me groggily. The wound was not fatal, but it would be many hours before the effects of the tranquilizer dart would wear off. Dart pistols have a dreadfully short range but if used properly they're quite effective and easy to conceal. "John Vega?" she managed. Her eyelids were drooping lower and lower now. She would soon fall into a nice deep sleep. I said, "Surprised to see me, my dear? You're not nearly as much trouble as a woman as you were as a man, J.J." "You can't... have... it." "Playing with dolls, J.J.? Tisk, tisk, tisk. At your age. I'm surprised." With handkerchief in hand I reached down and picked up the idol and placed it in my knapsack. I placed the handkerchief back in my coat pocket. She futilely reached up a bit with her free hand but then it fell back to the ground limply at her side. Her eyes closed now as she fell fast asleep. I reached down and brushed a few strands of her silky blonde hair back from her eyes with the barrel of my gun and felt her cool forehead with the back of my hand. The lack of fever was a good sign. It meant that the transformation after effects were not as severe as I had originally speculated. I had seen J.J. just last night at the Flamingo Nightclub. I had been spying on him for quite some time now, eager to get my hands on the Cee'Chire doll. His mistake was in coming down to the docks here to try and make his escape. The last ship off this island is due to leave port within the hour. J.J. thought he could get past me by using the doll to change into a woman but I'd realized last night that Gail and J.J. were one and the same person when I saw him enter Gail's hotel room, and saw Gail leave alone a few hours later. I had to break in and search the room for myself to confirm my suspicions but once I found out I knew I had him. My employer Sergio Ropelli promised to pay me good money to recover his stolen property back for him, and it looked like his trust in my services paid off. Poor J.J. He and I were actually good friends back in the old days during the cold war. We shared the same post together pulling guard duty in Berlin for that silly wall they tore down. Now look at him. He's a woman. Well at least he got what he wanted. The old fool. I told him time and time again he should come to me with his girl troubles. I could have fixed him up a date no problem, but the poor fellow obsessed too much in his loneliness and it drove him to this. I gently nudged the woman's head with my foot. She was out cold all right. I smirked at Juju's poor choice in women's clothing. She wore a green wool sweater over an aquamarine knee high dress. It was way out of style. It looked like something maybe from his grandmother's closet from when she was a young woman back in the 30's or 40's. It even had an old fashioned silver broach pinned to the collar. I glanced at the metal doll in my knapsack and wondered if I should spare J.J. the trouble and change her back into a man again. Then I looked down at that sweet ivory toned face of hers and smiled, realizing that J.J. was probably better off this way. Besides which I was doing a favor for single men everywhere by keeping her like this to give them one more fish in the sea to choose from. She made a far more attractive woman than man, I thought. It would be a pity to undo that pretty face of hers and restore it to its former ugliness. Then I thought of something I would kill myself if I didn't do right now while I had the opportunity. I intended to kiss her, but then quickly decided on a compromise and set my gun back in the holster then wet my index finger and brought it down to meet her lips. I ran my finger along them and felt the thick, red lipstick smudge over my fingertip. I brought this up to my lips and kissed it, then licked the lipstick off my finger. While it wasn't exactly a kiss, it was close enough to satisfy my curiosity. She was, indeed, a woman. There was no mistaking that. The doll worked. I suppose I could have probed further and checked under her dress as well but I was satisfied quite enough for the time being and could find out personally if the doll really worked or not if I so chose to do so. I glanced down at her shapely black stockinged legs, and her high heeled shoes. I wondered how hard it had been for J.J. to learn to walk in shoes like that. I reached into my coat pocket and produced a silk handkerchief which I used as a glove to protect against leaving any fingerprints as I searched through her purse for any other valuable artifacts she might be carrying. She carried with her only practical things. A tube of lipstick, a compact case, a hairbrush, a drivers license (obviously faked), and a small roll of bills and loose change. She also carried with her a cell phone, which I dutifully noted the phone number to for personal reference. You never know when a number to a pretty girl might come in handy. Her chest rose and fell ever so slightly as she breathed in deep slumber on her back. I brought my face near to hers, the urge to kiss her now almost completely overwhelming my thoughts, but with deep inner strength I managed to compose myself and hold back. I glanced at her stocking encased legs and smiled. I realized how nice it must be for J.J. to become a girl like this and be able to reach down and feel those legs any time she wanted. Handkerchief still in hand I cupped my hand about her knee with it and smoothed a feel down along her shin. I brought the handkerchief up to my nose now and smelled in the sweet fragrance of her perfume that had lingered there upon the silken material. I stood up at last and looked the idol over once more, considering once more whether to change J.J. back into a man again. I made up my mind. "Sweet dreams, J.J.," I said looking down at her. "Some man out there will probably thank me for this some day. I'm sure you'll make him very happy. Goodbye J.J. Until we meet again." I replaced the handkerchief back in my coat pocket and walked out of the little alley. A small steamer sat there waiting for me across the way. I made my way there and quickly boarded her, hoping nobody knowing I possessed the doll would follow me, but it was a chance I had to take. The next ship out of here after this one won't even arrive in port for another two weeks. Graysbarrow Island was small and had far too rugged terrain over the majority of her surface to sport an air strip, so aside from the weekly seaplane that was owned and operated by the local postal service (and took absolutely no passengers on unless it was strictly a medical emergency), the only way on or off the place was by boat. "Your ticket please," an attendant said as I boarded. Thankfully I had purchased passage last night when I realized what J.J. was up to. "Thank you Mr. Vega. Your quarters are up on three-deck. Room three twenty-four. Just follow those stairs up and to your left. Have a pleasant stay." I pat my knapsack thoughtfully, grateful to have money coming my way soon. Mr. Ropelli will be happy to see this little artifact restored to its rightful place in his collection once more. "Pleasant stay?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at that then nodding. "Yes, yes. I'm sure I will. Thank you." I found my room. It was first class accommodations all the way, though big in size, I had seen better. Still it was quite adequate for my short trip back to the mainland. There was a small couch situated in the entryway beside my own little private bar. Beyond that was a cozy living room with three more couches, a dining table and chairs, and some coffee tables and bookshelves. To the left was the master bedroom and bath. Straight ahead was the balcony where I now headed to bid the island residents farewell. The night air was unseasonably cool, though normally warm and tropical this time of year. The sky was clear, the stars crisp and the moon full. I glanced up Main Street at the little bars and nightclubs there and watched couples walking hand in hand up and down the sidewalks. There were many single girls walking about, usually in groups of three or more. The island was known to attract the ladies, and statistically there were always more women here than men. It was no wonder then that J.J. had picked this place to hide out for awhile. I wondered how many women out there roaming the town might really have been men before, and had somehow gotten a hold of the magic doll to use it on themselves. I wondered also how many men out there on the streets might actually have started out as women. The doll worked both ways, or so I heard. It wasn't likely, though, that J.J. would have shared his treasure with others. He was always a bit selfish when it came to how he viewed his personal possessions. When he and I were in the Army together it wasn't unusual for him to lord over the small AM/FM radio in the guardhouse. No. The only one changed on this island, I realized, was J.J., though he had almost managed to lose it to Jeff Masters, and Thomas Potts. Two others I had trailed for quite some time now. They were J.J.'s accomplices in masterminding the robbery and obtaining the magic doll. Unfortunately for them, they didn't realize J.J. would want to keep it all for himself. Though selfish in nature, J.J. did have a way of using people to get what he wanted sometimes. There was no real crowd gathered at the docks to wave goodbye to. Things of that tradition were reserved for other times and places. This was just a simple little night voyage. A typical journey across the Gulf of Mexico. A standard shuttle run, really. All the same I waved a little at the town and its residents as I smiled and pat the side of the knapsack I held in my hand. "Don't worry, J.J. I'm sure even now some young man is readily assisting you on your own separate journey," I said. "Pleasant dreams, and a fond farewell to you." I turned and went back into my room and emptied the knapsack out onto the bed. The doll was sometimes mistaken for an idol, but either term would be appropriate. It was made of black iron and was once coated with a thin layer of copper and gold which had by now was mostly faded and chipped away. The coal black eyes were really dark green emeralds hiding under a layer of dirt and oil (the doll was often cared for in later years by keeping it well oiled). It was neither he nor she, but resembled something in between, and sat there cross legged and looked almost like a Buddha. It was in fact a doorway between the realms of male and female. That's what Sergio Ropelli told me anyway. He claimed it worked by either real sorcery, or was possibly of a technology not of this Earth. He warned me to never touch it with bare hands for fear of accidentally setting off the magic. Other than that he would not say, and as I had no intentions of finding out for myself I was careful now to heed my employer's warning. I picked up the telephone and called him and told him the good news. "You really have it?" he asked overjoyed. "Yes. It's with me now on the ship. We should be in Miami by tomorrow morning." "Good. Good. Did anyone follow you?" "No." "Are you absolutely sure?" "I'm pretty certain." "You don't sound so convinced. I don't like that Mr. Vega. You must take steps to ensure the doll is well protected. I urge you to hide it somewhere safe at once. We can have no mishaps. Is that understood?" "Yes sir." "Remember what I told you. Under any circumstances you must not use the doll on yourself, for once you do the urge to use it again and again becomes an irresistible craving." "I understand completely, Mr. Ropelli. You can count on me, sir." "Do you like women, Mr. Vega?" "Yes sir. Very much." "Just remember this then. Once a man uses the Cee'Chire doll even once and changes back he no longer is bound by his original desires and may find a stronger desire to seek the companionship of men. The doorway between the sexes holds many dangers. If you use it, a change in your sexual preference will be the least of your worries, Mr. Vega. The doll is known to sometimes randomly destroy those that use it. Keep that in mind." "Yes sir. I understand." "Do you? Do you really? We shall see once you have delivered it to me safely. Until then, goodbye." He hung up. I looked upon the lifeless idol with newfound respect, though a part of me doubted that everything Mr. Ropelli said could possibly be true. Maybe he was just trying to scare me. I heard it said more than once that power could change a man, and I'm sure that Mr. Ropelli was only really trying to keep me from tasting that power for myself in order to protect the safe return of his property. The doll lay there on its back on the bed and grinned up at me with that infinite smile it bore. I heard the ship toot its horns now as we prepared to depart on our voyage. I wondered if the doll really worked. If not, then what if this were a fake? What if the real doll was still back there on that island? If I brought back a cheap replica to my employer he would be so furious he might even have me shot. If I didn't try and find out if this doll was the real one though, I'd be more than a little foolish in going all the way back to Miami on this ship. That was it then. I'd have to try using the doll. I picked it up with both hands and examined it for any pushbuttons or anything that might trigger its magic. I jostled it around and even poked it in the eyes but nothing happened. I pulled out a photo of it that my employer had given me to aid me in my search. It looked like the right one, but I wasn't completely convinced. I chanced a phone call back to Mr. Ropelli. "Sir?" I said. "Something the matter, Mr. Vega? You still have the doll, I hope." He sounded angry and annoyed. "Yes, I have it here with me, but what I was wondering, sir, is how I might find out if it was the genuine article and not a decoy." "Describe it to me." I did. He said, "It sounds like the right one all right." He paused and sighed and added, "Tell me how much it seems to weigh." "Several pounds, I'd say." He was silent for a few long moments. Apparently I'd given him an incorrect answer. "Mr. Vega, I don't know what it is you have there, but the Cee'Chire weighs only a few ounces and is roughly the size of a small softball." The one I held in my hands was more like the size of a basketball. "I got the wrong one, didn't I?" I asked. "Yes, Mr. Vega, you did, and for your sake I urge you to go back out there on that island," he said, his tone gradually getting more and more angry with each word. "And bring me back the right one!" He hung up. I rushed to the balcony and saw we were just pulling away from the docks. There was nothing else I could do, so I jumped and fell forty feet down, landing painfully on my side in the water. Thankfully nothing was broken. The water had just smacked me a bit, that's all, but that was the least of my troubles compared with what Mr. Ropelli would do to me if I didn't get his doll back. I swam toward the docks and a couple men tossed a rope down to me and hauled me up to safety. "Saw you jump off," one of them said. "Wasn't a very smart thing to do you know. The next ship won't be here for two more weeks." I thanked them for their help and made my way back across to the alley where I'd left J.J. sleeping. The girl was gone, though, just as I thought. Probably some young man had wandered by and saw her passed out and had taken her back into town to either help her or help himself. I was sure once she'd waken up she would realize that I might have discovered her deception and be coming back for her. She would probably not openly volunteer herself to being caught again by walking out in public for awhile. I walked back to the dock workers who had helped pull me out of the sea. "Did you notice a young blonde woman wearing a green sweater and greenish dress walking around here earlier?" I asked. "Oh yeah, that one," one of the men said. "Saw a couple men lugging her away about twenty minutes ago. They said she was their sister who'd had a little too much to drink tonight and had passed out in the alley right there." "I didn't believe it myself," the other said. "Called the sheriff but when he got here they were already gone. Why? You her boyfriend?" "Something like that, yes," I replied. "Do you know which way they went?" "Straight up Main Street I guess," one of the men said. "Though who knows where she might be by now." I figured that Tom and Jeff had come back for her after realizing I had left. Maybe the three were still working together and had been in on the gag all the time. That meant that even though I saw J.J. come out as Gail last night at the hotel that they had actually wanted me to see that, and led me to the alley to finish the act and get me on that boat and out of their sight. They must have been aware I was getting close to their trail or they wouldn't have done something so elaborate. J.J. knew me for years, and knew I packed a tranq-gun so it was an easy gamble that I'd fall sucker for their game. As I walked up the sidewalk along Main Street with my clothes dripping wet, and with anger and determination quite visible on my face, I gathered the looks of various people along the way. Men looked at me and chuckled a bit, but not so much as to push their own luck. Women glanced up at me and didn't quite know what to think but some of them covered their mouths and giggled a little, while others just stared with wide mascara-lined eyes. I found J.J.'s hotel and walked into the lobby. The hotel workers stopped me, though, and made me sit beside a fire and gave me blankets and towels to help dry off. I glanced at my watch. It was now about three hours since J.J. had been put to sleep by that tranquilizer dart. That meant by now she was probably just waking up. I was now dry enough to be permitted to leave the hotel lobby and walk upstairs to check on J.J. I headed for the elevators and went right up to the third floor and knocked on J.J.'s door. I was not at all surprised when nobody answered. I picked the lock and broke in. The place was empty. No clothes, no luggage, no anything or anybody. I went downstairs to the main desk and inquired about her. "We don't give out information about our guests, sir. I'm sorry," the clerk said. "Could I leave a message for her then?" I asked. "It's for Gail, in room three-O-five." "I'm afraid, sir, that will be quite impossible." "Why?" "She has checked out of this hotel earlier today." "Do you know where she was going?" "No sir. Will that be all?" "Yes. For now. Thanks." I headed to the fitness center and asked a weight trainer about the girl. "Gail?" the woman asked. "Yeah, I saw her in here earlier today. About five hours ago I think. Say, if you see her tell her she's got to pay her tab at the bar already." "The hotel bar?" "No, the one across the street. Jack's Place. They're looking for her." Chapter Two: Taking Out The Trash I woke up on the back seat of a car. My head ached and it took awhile to get back my bearings. Jeff drove while Tom sat shotgun. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and slowly sat up and looked out the side window. Though it was dark out I could tell by the familiar road that we were on the other side of the island now near Shadows Cove. My left arm ached a little where the dart had gotten me, but now the dart was gone and replaced instead with a small bandage. I hefted up my breasts, making sure they were securely within the bra, then briefly wedged my hands between my legs to check that my panties were still snugly put. Actions more for the sake and safety of reassuring my mind that things were fit and proper than for serving any practical purpose. Mainly I was concerned that someone might have raped me while I was unconscious. I didn't put it past my two companions either. They would do it, too, if they didn't think I'd kill them in return. "Awake, my love?" Tom asked turning around and winking and leering at me. "Enough of that already," I said smoothing out the wrinkles in my dress as we rode along. "I told you before this was only temporary, so don't you get any crude ideas." "Tom and I thought it O-ver," Jeff said accentuating the syllables in the word 'over'. "We aren't letting you change back, luv. Are we Tom?" Tom laughed like a wicked, sex starved maniac who'd just cornered a cat, and the cat was me. "You're mad," I said. "You won't tell us where you've hid the idol, so maybe we won't tell you when we'll let you change back," Tom said grinning and nodding his head up and down like a dog waiting for a treat. "J.J.'s a pretty girl now, eh, Tom, eh?" "All for one and one for all, J.J. Remember?" Jeff asked. "That WAS the agreement we had, if I'm not jogging your memory too hard, right?" "I didn't hide it from YOU, I hid it from HIM - from John Vega," I said in defense. "We had an agreement, J.J." Jeff reminded me. "Nobody ever told you could hide the idol like that. We had never discussed it before. You were out of line to do it." "I couldn't very well keep it wrapped about my neck either, now could I?" "No, I suppose not, but the plan was-" "The plan was we trick Mr. Vega to get off this island," I said. "THAT was just what we did." "You broke the rules," Jeff said. "Now why don't you tell us where the idol is so we can all sell it and split the difference together?" I didn't respond to that. Jeff said, "See? Now if you were just hiding it temporarily you'd tell us, right? So tell us." "Yeah, you bitch, give us back the idol!" Tom said reaching back and slapping me across the face. The slap stung and even if I hadn't been a woman I suppose it would have brought a few tears to my eyes, but not nearly so many as now came pouring as I trembled and wept. After awhile I asked, "What are you going to do? Rape me?" "No," Jeff said, much to Tom's dismay. "That's too good for you. I've got something better planned that will teach you a lesson you won't ever forget. If you make it through this, you'll BEG to tell us where you hid the idol." The car continued on for a bit and pulled up a long gravel drive and stopped. They got out and opened my door and forced me out of the car. They walked me up a small row of steps and to the front door of a green painted one story house. They rang the bell and a tall, muscular blonde woman answered. "Yeah?" she asked and looked at the two men who accompanied me. Then she frowned and looked me up and down. Her eyes finally focused on my breasts. "Oh. It's you two. What do you want?" Jeff grabbed my purse away from me now and hid it behind his back and said, "She's a runaway without any identification. We thought she might belong to you." The woman looked me over again and smiled. "She could be," she said scratching her head. "Though maybe I'm having trouble remembering..." Tom handed her a roll of bills. Her eyes lit up as she rifled through the money. "Oh yes! Her! I've been looking all over for this one." She grabbed me by the arm and brought me to stand beside her just inside the entryway. "One other thing," Jeff said. "She's stolen a valuable ornament from me. It would mean a lot if you could convince her to tell me where it is." Jeff handed her some more money. The woman's eyes lit up and she kissed the wad of money. "For you gentlemen, anything!" She turned to me and grabbed me by the ear as she shut the door. "Come now, you naughty little thing. Off to meet the others." *** The place was a sort of halfway house for girls, and though I was a grown woman I was still young enough in appearance to pass for a girl in her teens. I thought I was going to be ushered right away to some torture chamber but instead she brought me into a small dressing room and had me remove all my clothes and made me put on some white pajamas. "My name is Gretchen," she announced. "I'm the cook and act as sort of the night watchman here while Master Heather is away. You will have many chores to do tomorrow, so sleep well if you can." "I'm Gail," I said. She huffed. "So you think," she said leading me into a big dorm room where several other girls lay sleeping upon their little cots. "There's yours," the woman said in near whisper while pointing to a vacant cot beside the window on the far end of the room. "If you have to use the bathroom, it's through that door there. Now get to bed." The window overlooked the bay from atop some cliffs. There would be no escape for me through that route. I waited until Gretchen left, then went back to check on the door that led back to the outside. It was locked. I didn't dare go down the other passages for fear of running into Gretchen again, so I went back to the dorm room and climbed in bed. I'd known of this place before. Tom's main profession, I suspected, was kidnap and rape. This was where we'd taken a few so-called girlfriends of his in the past and never saw them again. The owner was a man by the name of Greddings, and run by his mistress Heather. They put runaway girls to work here, cleaning up the litter on the beaches and making them do maid service cleaning up cheap motels along the back roads of the island. They were also paid visits by travelers from around the world - Wealthy men anxious to purchase a bride. That's what this place was. I knew it, and if I didn't find a means of escape I was doomed for sure. The magic idol was hidden in a safe place all right, but I wasn't going to tell anyone where it was, even to purchase back my freedom. Tom and Jeff got a small taste of how I felt about them having the idol but the little act we put on to get rid of Mr. Vega was no act for me. I behaved as I would have had the fake been real. The plan to obtain the idol was well orchestrated, I thought. The idea of becoming a woman had lingered in my mind for many years now, and once I learned that there was an easy way to achieve my dream I knew I had to have that idol. It was a curiosity, you know. I had to find out if being female was in any way better than being male. It wasn't a need for me back then, just a want and desire spurned on by curiosity. There was no real "need" for me to become a woman. I was comfortable in my way of life. I had a house, a job, even a steady girlfriend. I was a man ready to make many sacrifices in life to sample various forms of pleasure. Drugs, though they could have ensnared me, brought me only temporary delight. I was after something more. Something better. Sergio Ropelli had warned me about what the idol could do to me. He said that no matter how much I loved women, if I used the idol I was likely to wind up with drastically changed perceptions and, he said, it was not at all unusual that I might wind up permanently thereafter attracted to men. I scoffed at his warnings. After all, who was he to dictate how I should feel if I were to merely sample a few moments as a woman? "Is that all?" I asked him laughingly. "Is that all? That does not frighten me. I am a man of strong will and determination. My spirit cannot be broken by your made up threats. I will always love women no matter what you might claim this idol will do to me. If anything, I will love them more!" He called it "the turning" but I wasn't the least bit concerned with his warnings. He was only saying those things so I might not steal the idol from him. I didn't believe in its curse. He said it randomly destroys those who use it. Not literally through death necessarily but it ruins their lives. Was the curse hard at work even now on me? Was that why I was brought here? Because of the curse? I didn't know. The first time I used the idol was three weeks ago on the other side of the island. I was alone in the jungle near a nude beach at the time. It was late in the morning. The weather was comfortably warm. I picked the nude beach for a variety of reasons. I had no idea what sort of woman's body that would replace my own, and therefore no clue about what choice of clothes to buy in advance. I also wished to test right away the theory Mr. Ropelli warned me about concerning my change of desire. If I were really to be attracted to only men, and not women, what better place to test out that attraction than a nude beach? Certainly I would know right away! I removed all my clothing and prepared to use the idol (though Mr. Ropelli informed me it is actually not an idol at all but a toy, like a doll). It had three belts upon its waist. Each belt had mystic symbols inscribed upon its surface. This was more or less a combination lock. One had to know the combination to make it work. Fortunately in my profession I had enough practice cracking safes to know how to apply that knowledge in finding the correct combination here. It took me about ten minutes to figure out I had to line up three stars to get it to work. The thing clicked and the head became loose. It emitted a strange glow from a crack in the neck and blue-green fluid dribbled out. Despite all this I was not experiencing any changes at all. I thought that maybe I should lick the green fluid, so I did so, but nothing happened. "It opens the gateway between male and female existence," Ropelli had told me. "You will flow from one form to the other like a raging river carrying you away to calmer waters." I shook the idol up and down but this bore no effect upon me whatsoever. "It is a toy, J.J.," Ropelli had said before. "It is a doll. Use it like one, but respect its power." I kissed it and held it close to me now, like a little girl might do with a doll of her own. My skin became warmer all over now. Something was happening! I felt like I was on fire. Like I was going to burn up and crumble away, only it wasn't a painful kind of heat that filled my body, it was just a bit uncomfortable. Suddenly it stopped. I had not changed into a woman. I was still a man. "You will flow from one form to the other like a raging river..." I said. "Do you realize, J.J. that water is indeed the spice of life?" I remembered Ropelli say to me once. Then I realized that maybe it only worked if I was in the water! There was a small stream nearby in the jungle that emptied out through a pond before moving along towards the beach. I climbed into the pond and completely submerged myself and kissed and hugged the doll once more. Now my body began to change! With each passing moment the transformation felt more and more wondrous. I grew younger and younger. Within a matter of moments I no longer was a man of age forty-seven but someone much younger, thinner, and healthier as the water bubbled up all around me from the heat the transformation was generating. I emerged surrounded now by a steam blanketed pond. I was unmistakably female now all over. My skin was smooth and glistening wet. As I glanced downward I noticed my pair of breasts bobbing a bit in the water. Had I retained all of my male spirit intact I was sure I would be grasping at these new appendages and fondling them with sincere interest but as it was that I no longer had a penis wired up to my nervous system to sit up for me and show me it was excited, my interest in my own breasts was more out of curiosity than of expected sexual response. That's not to say I wasn't pleased to have them, for in those initial moments when I first laid eyes upon them I realized what most pretty girls must think about having breasts, and I did too. I was proud to have them! Just the same, I touched them anyway and took note of how my nipples pleasantly stiffened up double proud to have been called up for duty. As a man I was sure to have sported a rock hard woody by this point, but there was only a faint twingelike response from somewhere deep inside a slit between my legs. I was sorely disappointed in the lack of sexual response I was experiencing. It would take more than boobs to turn me on now, I was sure. I climbed up out of the pond and further examined myself. My body was entirely a girl's - well, a young woman's anyhow, but you know what I mean. Smooth, hairless skin all over. You know. That sort of thing. The steam had dissipated enough from the pond for me to now use it to see my own reflection. I was a blue eyed girl with long blonde hair that stretched down to about the middle of my back. I had a cute, smallish nose, thin eyebrows, beautiful thick eyelashes, and a small mouth with pretty pink lips. Now it was enough to say that anyone with a body like this would be more than pleasantly happy with such a gift of beauty as was bestowed upon me, but as I looked myself over I was not reveling in selfish thoughts of "me, me, me!" Instead I found my mind doing something quite different entirely. I had observed many times how a girl would look at herself in the mirror as she held up a dress to her body, to guess as to how it might look. The glances of happiness on a girl's face during times like that are unmistakable. Anyone can tell she likes what it is she sees there in the mirror. The thing is, I was seeing that same sort of picture, only it was me that was the girl looking herself happily over, yet there was a greater difference now that had taken me quite by surprise, but I had been warned. That much I'll admit right away. I had been warned. What it was that was going through my mind now as I stood there looking at my reflection in the pond changed reality for me forever. I was not ogling myself over, like so many boys might ogle over a pretty girl's body, for all this time I had been looking at girls from only a male perspective. I was actually listening in on subconscious thoughts that I suppose instinctively exist in most all of the fair sex. Thoughts without words exactly. Thoughts more complex than mere words are capable of clearly describing. All the same I fully understood what it was my mind was doing when I looked myself over and smiled. I was smiling not merely for my own sake, but because what I saw in that reflection was a body that I knew would most certainly please a man. That's what it was. I was happy to be pretty not for myself. Not for myself to feel up and drool over. I was happy to be pretty for others - for men! The rest of the thoughts formulated themselves around this basic unbeatable nature that took hold of me by a force I could not, nor would ever want to stand up against. I wanted to please boys! In the next few minutes as I stood there looking at my own reflection in that jungle pond I tried and tried to deny it, but could not. I wanted to break down and cry because what I wanted and expected in being female was not anything like this at all. I hoped to retain the full naughtiness of my old male mind so that I might fondle up this beautiful girl's body night and day and be happier than any man could possibly ever be. I wanted that, not this. Again I touched my breasts, and again they showed little interest in me. I tried to force myself to masturbate as a girl, but my vagina was sealed as that of a virgin, and fear of pain overtook me before I could get too far into the act. I was startlingly beautiful. Beautiful yes! But beautiful for the boys! It was like I instinctively knew what it was that would fulfill my female needs, and it wasn't going to be playing with myself either. This was perhaps the most ironic thing I had ever discovered, because as a man I had known that if I wanted fulfillment in sex that I could easily get it even alone - especially alone! Not so, the woman. For what drives men to sulk and skulk in closets and play with themselves also seems to drive women directly in the opposite direction to want to be out and about and with their man - the only one who can fulfill them. I may be wrong in this analysis because I can only compare this to my prior experiences as a man, but this is how I perceived it. I stood there beside the pond, looking myself over, and now finding myself saying things such as "the guys are going to love this pose" or "this will catch a man's attention I'll bet!" Things like that easily slipped from my mouth and though it surprised me at first, the more I said things like that the more fun I began to have in being a girl. Finally satisfied with my looks - not for myself as I said, but for how satisfying they would be for a man to behold - I now made my way through a small portion of jungle and out onto the nude beach. Men and women alike took notice of me, and I smiled back, proud to be of service, content to have brightened up their day and filled their hearts with a little joy. I was especially shocked at how strongly attracted my female body was towards the male sex. It wasn't hard to expect a girl would naturally find a fondness for men. However, since I had been a man myself before I had naturally assumed I'd be immune to being at all stimulated by thoughts of being with men. How wrong I was! My entire being now ached to be loved by a man, to be held and kissed and to fall into my lover's embrace. Girl's bodies were great to look at - that's right, especially for men to look at! I knew that fact, and as a pretty girl it made me all the happier. I felt like I'd become some little toy at the toyshop. A toy for boys. That's what I was. That's what I felt like. I was a toy for boys and I knew it. I would never deny it. I loved it. The experience was overwhelming. I could not stand much more of it for fear of being lost forever in a plaything's world. I ran back to the jungle and dived in the pond and kissed and hugged the little magic doll. I did not change back though. The magic did not work on me as it did before. I became frustrated and angry at what I had done to myself. I realized now that even if I changed back into my former male self I would never look at men or women the same way ever again. Additionally I realized I would indeed have a strong attraction towards men from now on, but would be depressed to be stuck in a male body and not be pretty for men any longer. I spent the next several long hours aggravating over my problems and trying in vain to make the magic doll work again. In despair I ran to my pile of discarded clothes and things and grabbed up my cellphone and called Mr. Ropelli. "Hello?" "Mr. Ropelli?" I asked. His voice softened now that he realized it was a woman. "Please," he said "Call me Sergio." "I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Ropelli-" "Oh it's no bother at all, my dear. What is it that makes you call me tonight I wonder? Are we lonely? I'm sure the two of us can mix up a cure for that if you'd like." "No, it's not that Mr. Ropelli-" "Ah! I get it. It's a surprise then, is it? Let me guess. You have an itch you want me to scratch, is that it?" "No, I-" "No, no! Let me guess! You want to skip the formalities and get right down to business. I see... I see." "Not that, I was-" "Thinking of me?" "No, you see. I'm not who you-" "Not what? Not wearing any clothes perhaps? Naughty-naughty girl!" "I'm not a girl, I'm J.J." The other end went deathly silent for a moment. I said, "Did you hear me, Mr. Ropelli? I said I'm not a girl, I'm J.J." "Not a girl?" he said at last. "Pardon me for saying so, J.J., but you do sound like one." "That's because I am." "I see. First you're not, and then you are. I really wish you'd make up your mind so I'll know whether or not to resume our original conversation, my dear." "I'm a girl now." "Well then, now we're getting somewhere," he said and I heard him clapping now. "I need your help, Mr. Ropelli." "That's what I assumed when I heard your voice." "No, not like that, sir. Definitely not like THAT!" "Oh? Do I detect a bit of revulsion in that statement?" "No, but-" "Then the facts are simple. For one you're definitely a woman in need, and my dear by now you must know that I am a man in need of a woman. Secondly you are the one who called ME up, and as this is an unlisted number and I don't usually give my phone number out to just anyone, I must therefore assume you are a woman who has accepted my offer." "I know what you're doing, Mr. Ropelli," I said. "You're making light of the situation. There's no need to keep up the charade any longer, sir. I told you before I am J.J." "And?" "And J.J. is not a woman - wasn't I mean. Wasn't a woman, and isn't supposed to be either." "How can you be so sure? Are you in any physical pain?" "No, but-" "Then are you unhappy with being a woman?" "No, but-" "Ah! Then you must be lonely, and that, my dear, brings us back to square one. You called me because you are lonely." "I-" "You must trust me on this, my dear woman. I know these things." "But I'm-" "Ah... Well, now, J.J. You've allowed sufficiently for my friends down at the police station to trace this call to Graysbarrow Island. I will tell you what. I will keep the police out of the rest of this providing you give me what it is that you have taken from me. Namely, the Cee'Chire doll." "Sure, anything, just tell me how to change back into a man again, would you please?" "My dear J.J., if I do you will only want to become a woman again." "How do you know that?" "The doll has changed not only your body, but your sexual preferences. I warned you it does that, but did you listen to me? Of course not. They never do." "How would you know? You're a man!" I frustratedly burst out. "Yes, J.J., but unlike you I started out as a woman," he revealed. "You were-?" "Yes, J.J. I was, and a happily married one too, but the magic doll changed all that because opening the floodgates to carry you to the other side drags the side you began at away and buries it under. You think you want to go back now, but you can't fool anyone anymore, not even yourself. You'll see. Men that use the doll wind up women, and women who use it wind up men, and no matter who you started out as before you almost always wind up permanently opposite inside." "Just the same, I'd like to find out for myself. Tell me how to change back into a man again." It was humiliating, horribly awkward, thoroughly disgusting, and almost downright impossible. A man could change into a woman by merely hugging and kissing the little doll while immersed underwater. A woman could likewise change into a man that way from the start. However, once changed an individual possesses knowledge from both the male and female points of view. Additionally the changes are known to radically alter one's own sexual preferences (take my case for example). Furthermore, whoever created the Cee'Chire doll knew that someone altered in such a way would most likely be happier in their new sex than their old, and therefore made it more difficult to change back. For going back to female if a natural born girl had changed to male, she was required to obtain a sufficient amount of mother's milk to soak the doll in. The doll would absorb this overnight and the individual was then able to change back by going underwater and hugging and kissing the doll the standard way. This would restore her to her original female sex. For going back to male if a natural born man had been changed into a woman, he was required to obtain not mother's milk, but sperm to soak the doll in, and proceed to let the doll absorb it overnight prior to using it to change back into a man again by the water/hug/kiss method. There was one other warning. A man changed into a woman was cautioned to avoid losing virgin status. The broken hymen was sometimes known to entrap one in female form, but not always. The sexual material was usually required intact to switch from female to male. It supposedly the same skin that formed the skin about a man's balls. Without it, one might not change into a man at all but each case was different. There was usually some chance of success with each usage of the magic doll. It was disgusting, and nearly impossible, but I had to try. I enlisted the services of the two men who had helped me steal the idol. Tom and Jeff. "I need your cum," I told them, to which they both laughed. "Why should we help you?" Tom asked. "Without first your helping us?" Reluctantly I agreed to let them each have their way with me, providing they didn't penetrate my vagina. Tom was the more vile of the two and insisted that for every one time he put sperm in the cup for me, that the next one I'd have to collect in my mouth. It was disgusting, and some of it I swallowed by accident and nearly threw up, but finally I had collected enough to let the little idol soak in overnight. By this time, however, I had so enjoyed having my body fondled and caressed by men that I was lost at what to do. In a moment of sexual arousal at holding a cupful of sperm, I did what any pretty girl might do under the same circumstances. I drank it all! Afterward in a moment of regret I realized too late at what I had done and became frustrated that my mind under the influence of sexual thoughts would betray me this way. How dare it! So I began again to collect sperm up in the cup, this time fully enjoying myself throughout the entire experience. After nearly a week stuck in female form I finally went through with changing myself back into a man, but by this time my old friend John Vega was on my trail and I knew he was after the magic doll. I persuaded Tom and Jeff to help me build a phony replica. I changed into a woman once more, making sure Mr. Vega was aware I might have used it. The next day down at the pier Tom, Jeff and I staged our little play and tricked Vega into taking off back for Miami with the phony doll. It worked, but by this time Tom and Jeff had enough of my using the doll all for myself, and were angry at me for hiding it from them. So that brings me to here. To this place where I'm at now at this boarding house for runaway girls. I know I have to escape, but even if I do I'm not so sure I'll ever use the magic doll again to change me back. I climbed into the cot and curled up as best I could and went to sleep. Chapter Three: We Made This One Up "We're rid of her, and that's all, that's that," Jeff said as they drove back down the road towards the main city again. "No regrets. None at all. She gets what she deserves." "She's a worthless bitch," Tom agreed. Jeff turned towards his friend and glared at him, anger burning up inside. "Okay," Tom said, trying to think his way out of this. "Not a bitch. She's not one." Jeff turned back to watch the road. Tom quickly said, "But she does do this thing..." Jeff quickly glanced sideways, eyes narrowing. Tom knew he wasn't on the right track here. He crossed his fingers as if that would protect him somehow. "The point is, she broke our original agreement," Jeff said, turning back to watch the road again. "We had an understanding that the idol wouldn't be used. We were going to just sell it, right?" "That's what I thought, too, but then J.J. tricked us and used it on himself," Tom said and added, "Selfish bastard." "No, no, that's wrong too," Jeff said reaching over and popping Tom in the mouth with his fist. "Wha-s that for?" Tom asked, feeling his bloodied lip. "You must mind your words when you're speaking of a lady, Tom." "Huh?!?" "I know it sounds ridiculous, but for awhile there I thought I was falling in love with her." "That's the SEX!" Pop! Tom shook his head and blinked his eyes a bit from that one. It almost knocked a tooth out too. "I really wish you'd stop hitting me like that," Tom said wiggling his jaw back and forth with his hand to see if it was broken. "I'm not a punching bag you know." "Really, Tom, you ought to just bite your tongue off sometimes instead of opening that stupid trap of yours. I know what you're probably thinking. That I must have a screw loose to go for a woman like that, but I'm telling you Gail is not the same person as J.J. She may BE J.J. inside, but she's not the same person. She's a woman." Tom was going to say "she's a slut" but thought better of it, even if it were true. After all, she did have a peculiar fetish for collecting cupfuls of sperm - and from more than one partner! but Tom wasn't going to remind Jeff of that right now. Two punches in the mouth was quite enough for one day, thank you. "She's a sl-," Tom started but stopped himself, only not quite entirely. His voice was now trailing on the "L" as he now thought what he could possibly say to get himself out of this one. "Llllllllllllllllllllllllll llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll-slap happy momma?" He wished he said "sly little fox" but it was already too late. Tom grabbed for anything to make a shield to protect himself from the next punch. In this case he grabbed a road map out of the glove compartment and held it up between him and the now furious driver and cowered in fear. To Tom's dismay the fist came ripping through the paper and landed squarely on the nose. Jeff said, "Insulting women seems to be turning hazardous for your health these days, eh Tom?" Jeff reached over and rolled down Tom's window. "Oh for heaven's sake, roll that window down and stick your head out to dry before you bleed to death all over yourself." Tom still held up the two halves of paper, which now fluttered back at his bloodied up face as he turned and faced forward. He was NOT happy about how his friends were turning on him these days. Not happy one little bit. He tentatively stuck his head out the window a bit as if testing to see if it was safe, then brought it back in a moment and thrust it outward. He was no longer sit-there-and-get-a-beating-Tom he had now improved his status to bug-catching-wild-eyed-delirious-Tom. Needless to say, blood, moths and road maps don't mix well on a man's face. Chapter Four: That's My Girl I don't know what came over me last night after J.J. left. I suppose I was angry that he sent that crazy girl, Gail, over here to play "I'm not me" again. I mean, the guy's lost his priorities in life, you know? I mean, like, I'm his girlfriend... You know? It's not like I think he's cheating on me, but what's up with that girl, Gail, anyway? Like, hell-lo! Come to the par-ty! Such a split-end blonde, too. Like, hel-lo! Take me on a balloon ride, all-ready! I wanna hang out with the astronauts, all-ready! Yeah - like I wanna hang out with her. As if! I mean, give me a break, and did you get a load of that antique she calls a dress? I mean, shhhhh-a! Yeah, um, Miss Titanic, like here's your lifeboat but why don't you gag me with a spoon and let that ugly dress go down with the ship already? Oh, and what about this one. Hel-lo! Green sweater - black stock-ings! Aquamarine dress - green sweat-er! Like, does she dress blindfolded or what? Blonde doesn't mix with blind already. Oh yeah, and like as if I'm going to hang out with her when she's little Miss Mismatch. Like, O-my-Gawd! I'm in the wrong bod-eeeee! Yeah, um, Gail, like at least now your brains match as good as your clothes already. I mean, what was J.J. thinking? I'm like totally sure. Like, O-my-Gawd! Why won't you believe meeeee! Shhhhh-a! Um, like, maybe if you dyed your hair you wouldn't act so blonde. Yeah, and, um, I've got an M-and-M that matches that outfit your wearing too. Ew-Ew! Really? Yeah, and if M-and-M's were hair the yellow ones would be out of chocolate! I mean, I'm like totally sure. J.J. knows better than to send weirdoes like Gail over here. If he wants to break up with me, he knows - I mean, he KNOWS what he has to do. Like, I'm not going to break up with him over some "I'm not in the right body" excuse. I mean, guy, get a clue already! Come down to earth. I'm right here, guy. Hel-lo guy! Come in, guy. Earth to clueless loser, come in! Oh, and get this, the other day, when he wasn't you-know-who, he came over here and gives me these flowers and pretends he loves me still. Yeah, like I'm dumb enough to fall for that. Like you can really make up for lost time with flowers J.J. As totally if! He pretends he doesn't know I'm angry at him, like that's going to get him out of trouble. Like as if a girl's gonna forget if you just leave her alone long enough. I went to the movies the other day, you know, all alone and everything. Guy doesn't love me. What-ever! I'm sorry. I cry sometimes when I think about what J.J. did to me. It's not like we were never an issue. It doesn't take Miss Popularity of the World to make being with J.J. an issue, because we were great together. He just stopped loving me, that's all. Oh, did I tell you he used to call me "Apples"? I think it's short for apple dumplings. Might as well call me "Sadly Sophia" these days though, for what it's worth. I'm like really, really almost done crying now. Don't worry. I told you before I get like this sometimes. Can't a girl cry? I mean, don't just stand there. Offer me a handkerchief or something. That's better. Thank you. For a minute there I thought you were just going to walk away like J.J. did. Are you sure my tears aren't upsetting you? I'm almost done. I'm sure I am. It's okay. It's just that sometimes I wonder why, you know, why bad things happen. Yeah, he called me "Apples" when we were first dating. No, that's not the first nickname I ever got. I know you're probably wondering now what else I ever went by. My dad used to call me "Socks" but I spelled it S-O-X. Called me that because I wanted to play on the girls softball team, you know, "The Bobbisocks." I never made the team but dad gave me the name Sox anyway to make me feel better I think. It never did. Yeah, I know, like what-ever. Mom sometimes said dad wanted me to be a boy, but I told her a boy would look silly wearing my dresses. Totally silly, I mean to gag for. Yeah, I know, I'm getting to that in a minute, okay? When J.J. sent Gail over here with the "I'm not in my body" routine, I was like, go away, all right? But she's like "no really" and I'm like "for sure, get lost" then she goes "no really" and I'm like "for sure, get lost" again, see? Then she goes "I'm J.J." and it, like, totally threw me off. I was like ready to say "for sure, get lost" but now I was, like, "no, really?" Yeah, I know, like what-ever's pop-u-lar! Okay, like, if you're really J.J.'s friend and everything, why are you, like, um, coming to his girlfriend's house and, like, totally pointing a gun at me, okay? *** I tracked J.J.'s girlfriend down from someone at the bar across the street from the hotel. It wasn't the best lead, I suppose, but it was something. I lowered the gun a little. She seemed harmless enough, if one's ears could survive that big mouth of hers. "I'm John Vega," I said. "One of J.J.'s old friends." "Then, like, why are you totally pointing that gun at me?" she asked. "He stole something that belonged to an employer of mine. A small black iron doll. I'm sorry for the gun, but sometimes I just have to cover my butt, if you know what I mean." She was a pretty girl. A young brunette. Mid twenties, I guessed. Though I couldn't guess where she picked up her Valley Talk from, as I seldom heard it in use much anymore. She was more a Goth girl than a preppy. She wore all black. Skirt, stockings, and leather collar. No piercings though, or painted white face or black lipstick like a real Goth girl. She was kind of borderline. Like she wanted to in her heart, but some inner fashion sense held her back somehow. Her lipstick was pink, and she used moderate amounts of makeup to highlight her already pretty face. "Like, okay? Like, I'm sure! Like why are you look-ing me over?" she asked, hands on hips now. "Like, as if I'm like totally naked already. Put your eyes back up here. Like, hel-lo! Hel-lo, dude! Dude, I'm up here. See? See waving?" "I'm sorry," I said. "J.J.'s a lucky man to have a girl as beautiful as you." She rolled her eyes as her jaw dropped. I wasn't sure if she was being sincere or sarcastic in her shocked reaction. "Um, like is any-body from planet Earth anymore?" "But you ARE beautiful." "For sure, get lost." "No, you are." "For sure, get lost." She held out her arm to me. "What?" I asked. "Go on. Feel it," she said. I reached out and felt the back of her hand. "Well?" she asked, eyes rolling again like she was perturbed. "How does it feel?" "Smooth, soft. I like it." "Well DUH! I'm a girl, already. So, like, now are you satisfied? I mean, are you going to keep staring me over like you're seeing things or what?" "No, but never mind that anyway. I'm sorry I was looking at you like that. What I came here for is to find out if you have the idol, or if you know where it is." "What's it look like again?" I showed her a photo of it. "Oh, that," she said. "Yeah, I've seen it. Either J.J. or that girl, Gail, has it." "Where is J.J.?" "How should I know? He's hardly ever around anymore." "Well he's checked out of his hotel room. Did he mention to you where he might be going?" "Checked out? He never told me. Like, that's so like J.J. lately though." "What about Gail. Did she say where she was staying or where she was going?" "Miss Airhead? No. She's probably with J.J." "Do you know any places I might look for either one of them? Any bars or hangouts they might go to?" "No, but J.J. left his organizer here once," she said. "Maybe he wrote down some places in that?" "Could you get it for me, please?" "Like, dude, it belongs to J.J.!" I raised my gun back up at her. "Under the circumstances, I'm afraid I must insist." Chapter Five: Sea You Later Mr. Holland arrived down at the beach at seven a.m. as previously arranged. The girls had already been combing the beach for the past hour or so cleaning up litter and collecting sea shells for their boss, Heather Greddings. They wore orange shorts and tank tops, but nothing much else, and carried black plastic garbage bags for gathering up the litter or held little plastic or tin sand pails to collect pretty rocks and sea shells. "Good morning, Mr. Holland," Heather said greeting one of her biggest customers who purchased mail order brides and offered them for resale to other clients or resellers. The key was to keep the bodies moving. Never keep them at any one place for too long. In some ways selling to resellers was actually bigger money than selling the girls individually as wives. It kept the girls always hopeful though, and that was best for little did any of them suspect that most of them were, in fact, slave girls where only the luckiest of them might actually ever be purchased into marriage. Mr. Holland was a portly reddish-brown haired man in his fifties. He wore a red and white checkered suit that was obviously left over from the 1970's. However he was content with the style and it didn't bother him in the least that people snickered at him from time to time. Far better to be noticed than not at all, he thought. "Let's make this simple," he said glancing around from girl to girl. "There are, what, ten of them?" "Eleven. One arrived just last night," Heather said. "Fine. Then I'll take the five over there, plus the newcomer." "Excellent choice, Mr. Holland," Heather said and clapped her hands and blew a whistle to get the girls attention. "Ladies! Listen up! The five of you there, come here please, and you there, Gail is it? You come here as well." Gail's heart sank just then. She realized this was probably a purchase and she'd be going away for awhile. Something defiantly not good as far as she was concerned; the magic idol still remained hidden on this island. "Excellent news, ladies," Mr. Holland said clasping his hands as the chosen girls lined up before him. "You are all invited to accompany me on a short cruise. How does that sound?" Many of the girls nodded and smiled, some even cheered, but Gail could only stand there and bite her lip and hope she found some way of getting out of this mess. The chosen girls were directed to march onto a little motor boat nearby. As J.J./Gail sat down in the back of the boat with the other girls beside her, all of them barefoot, she glanced back towards the island, hopeful that someone would come and save her. Maybe even Tom or Jeff would change their minds and come and get her out of this. "Put a smile on that pretty face, my girl," Mr. Holland said grabbing Gail by the chin and turning her about to face him. "My yacht is in this direction. See?" Noting that her expression was still one of sorrow, he kneeled down and put a hand on her knee and said, "We are not all slaves and property here, my girl, no matter what rumors you may have heard. With such pretty looks as yours you will find almost no trouble at all in finding a suitable husband who will take you away from this sort of life. If I were lucky enough to be in your place, my dear, I would put a smile on my face. I will not work you like Mrs. Greddings did. My girls do not pick up refuse. I know better than to treat them like that while they are in my care. Brighten up! Within the next half hour you and your companions will be lavished with care and tenderness. You will be bathing in warm baths, rubbed down with baby oil and the finest lotions. We will have you fed, and clothed well, and give you plenty of time to sleep and relax and just be girls." He turned his eyes to the heavens and added, "And were God to put me in your place, I would be ever grateful for these luxuries." The small motorboat pulled up alongside the hundred foot long yacht and a small ladder was lowered down. Mr. Holland climbed up first and hurried off toward his lounge below to call a few clients and inform him he had six more girls available. He knew they would not last long here, and would make easy money selling off to one of the wealthier Asian collectors he knew, or certainly to one of a few repeat customers in France. At least two of these girls might even make their way into the supermodel scene if they were lucky enough. The girls one by one climbed up onto the main deck and were greeted by a swishy hairdresser who called himself simply Jelico. He hugged each girl as they boarded and gave them each a big kiss on the cheek. Hairbrush in hand, he pointed to a nearly open hatchway that led to the lower deck. "First things first, girls," he said with a slight but noticeable lilt. "Downstairs and get into the tub