Jason s TaleChapter 21 East Isle
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This story was inspired by the 'you make the story' images 2.
Sundream Isle
The man came along the tiny bridge, across the small gulf... to the
island... looking this way and that, he noticed just one real building
on the low laying isle... and walked over to it. Slowly walking
inside... he found it was a large combination diner and hotel/motel.
Musing on this, he took a table... The waitress came over and he
ordered a drink and a snack. He told her he was Mr. Keith, of the state
Paper, here to look for odd stories. Before he could get a reply... A
short brunette with a short hairstyle came over.
"I have ONE HELL of a story for you."
A soft looking dark blonde joined her, "It will knock your socks off."
Followed by another blonde, who reminded him a lot of Nichole Walker
from DOOL. "You get it first hand."
A large, buxom black woman with long hair sat nearby, "Honey. It's
wild."
And a tallish brunette with a perm said, "Like to hear it?"
Grinning he nodded, "You talked me into it."
The black woman spoke first, "All together girls."
"We used to be men."
"Not quite unusual... but..." He looked at them. "The work... is
fantastic. Most TG's I've met look like Vinnie Jones in a wig... you
look cool."
The Nichole Walker look-alike added, "It's not that simple."
The first woman who came added, "You see, its this island. It... exists
in two worlds. The island that exists elsewhere is... different."
The Black woman added, "And to go there, men have to... change."
Mr. Keith nodded... Storytelling lives on... it looked interesting.
The lady with the Perm added, "You don't believe us. Well, neither
would we. You see, we all came here separately... by... a different
route... we got back but."
Mr. Keith raised his finger "You stayed women."
The soft looking blonde added, "We wanted to stay women by then."
The black woman hugged her, "We are sisters man! Nothing that that
stupid male thang has could equal this. We live in town, as a group.
Hanging round waiting for other sisters... to join us."
"One by one... hm... well, Ill admit this town does seem a little dowdy
for women like you."
The Lady with the Perm shook her head, "We have each other. That's what
counts."
"Okay... tell me the great adventure..."
The Nichole Walker Look-alike spoke first, "I'm Angela. But before I
came here, my name was Angel Teauge. A man eager to prove he was as
hard as they came. As A result, I broke up with almost every girl I
knew, my Ego took up too much room. I came to the coast on... what was
really a giant sulk, from my last breakup. I had a boat I made by
affixing a motor to a beach catamaran. And taking it out, I decided to
do a few laps round the island here, to see if that would calm me down.
It worked out ok at first. I began nearing the island then... The
island was suddenly right on top of me... Of course it wasn't this
island. It was the other... I managed to turn about in time... then I
noticed my body felt odd. I looked down and saw I now had D-cup
breasts... and long hair flapping in my eyes. I freaked and slammed
into the shore. Falling out and landing, in my new, softer body... The
boat was ok and the engine worked... but then I found I couldn't feel
something between my legs... I just freaked out. Over a day before I
could get myself to act... Luckily by then I wasn't alone."
The soft looking blonde spoke, "The name used to be Dean. Now it's
Diane Gator. I had noticed him preparing that boat of his while looking
for shops in the coast town. Being a bit of a follower, after a while,
I came back and decided to try something similar. I got spooked when I
found his car was there and unattended. I was... less original. My
thing was a jet ski with expanded things like more fuel for more range.
I sailed over to the isle... I had seen some rock outcrops that looked
interesting. I sailed out to them... and suddenly I went right past
them. Turning round wildly, I was almost blinded by my now long hair...
Brushing it back I felt my breasts... I almost lost control and as I
struggled to get back with it... I realized I didn't feel something I
should have between my legs. I flipped. I think I must have fainted or
something... I wasn't sure of what was going on and I plowed onto the
shore... I hit something and really did pass out... Getting up... a
short while later... was lousy. My breasts hurt like hell and my
skin... I heard this woman sobbing I got up and hurried over... that's
when me and Angela met. It didn't take long to realize that we were in
the same boat... and I began sobbing a little too. Trying to pull
ourselves together, we got to our boats and tried to get back... No
dice. And when we sailed away, we found the place, the mainland looked,
different. No cities and the skyline was changed. No cars, no roads. We
went back and tried to work out what the hell had happened..."
She nodded...
The first woman to speak then did, "Then I happened along. I was David,
now I'm Davida Granger. I was a practical joker, whose jokes were never
really funny. I was having one on my roommates boat. He snapped and
threw me off... the spray the water caught me and I was spun round...
when I surfaced he was well away and I was in water logged clothing...
Fortunately I found a large mass of driftwood. I assumed he had this on
his boat and threw it over... he had no intention of killing me, just
scaring me... It was one hell of an effort, but I got onto the sort of
raft... and finding some free planks, began rowing myself along... so
to speak. I saw the isle up ahead and began sailing to it... Just as I
came close... the island suddenly came real close... and then I saw the
two heading back to the isle. I wondered why I hadn't seen them
before... They were hot babes, one of them seemed to be topless... and
it made me feel... wet. Right off, I realized my little man was gone.
Looking down I saw my breasts... I DID faint. Slumped on the raft... I
came on shore... Apparently this slowly growing number convinced the
other sisters to stop feeling sorry for themselves and act. We got to
talking... and decided that since we couldn't go back, we would have to
find something here. The girls had been living on stuff they carried in
lunchboxes in their boat. Luckily I found I had some too, hidden in a
waterproof container under the raft. But it couldn't last long..."
The black woman then spoke. "That's where I come in. I came from the
other side of the island. My name was Woody Shepard. I'm now Wilma. I
thought I was the dream of black maleness. Then finally, finally I met
a sister who didn't agree. Torn up over it, I stormed out... got out of
the car to... I don't know. Lucky she could drive... since I didn't
come back... at least not for a long time and not as I was. I decided
to go bathing, swimming. But... Black Macho here, wasn't much of a
swimmer, so I took this inflatable thing with me... I blew it up, put
it in the water and began paddling... I came round the other side...
went near it and... Suddenly I was surrounded in rocks... not sharp or
anything... but I didn't know how they got there. Oh yes and then I
felt my chest feeling odd... because I was laying on top of my D+ cup
breasts. I knew instantly I had them and I didn't have something else.
I SCREAMED! The sisters heard me. Drifting onto shore, I lay sobbing...
then trying to control myself... I got up... and looked. This side of
the island looked greener. And the going was easy. Good because I was
barefoot. Going along... I found some fruit and other trees... as I
did, I heard women calling..."We heard someone! We heard!" And I met
them. And we had a group sob..."
The Lad with the Perm then spoke, "I come in about then. The name was
Clark Parrington, now it's Claudine. I had been swimming in the same
area. The tide caught me... and I was dragged along... I managed to
fight it... somewhat... and... suddenly it was easy. The tide was
broken up by... rocks. Oh yes, I suddenly found that I no longer felt
something between my legs and my chest felt very... different. I
grabbed onto a rock and screamed. Then I heard voices of women
nearby... shouting to me they told me I wasn't alone... they asked...
begged me to come over. And I did. They got me out of the water and we
all looked at each other and had a group sob... Then it was night...
and some of us were naked and wet... we huddled close together..."
She grinned, "That was when the change really began. We found pressing
against each other felt... fun... and when we rubbed... it felt HOT.
We... didn't go so far as having sex as such till later... but by the
time the sun rose the next day..."
Angela spoke, "I was calling Wilma hot lips and she was calling me wild
hands and being women suddenly seemed cool. Ill have to make this
short, as we have run on and we have a gig soon..."
Mr. Keith spoke, "You are a GROUP?"
Wilma nodded, "I do vocals, Angela handles finances, Diane does drums
and stuff. Davida is the dancer and Claudine comes up with the songs.
We call ourselves, sisters with something else. We are political and
flatly against homophobia, misogyny, sexism and Misanthropy, too, now
and then. It's worked out real well... But... we do have a gig, so we
best end this soon... Put it simply, we found that this place had all
sorts of different things going on."
Angela nodded, "NOT US, a dark ages style empire."
Davida spoke then, "You DO NOT want to know what went down in their
cities."
Mr. Keith looked at them, "Okay, we went in on the game. But what else
could we do? We knew nothing of this world... and couldn't even speak
their language. So we had to do... what didn't require language."
Wilma spoke, "I got cured of dreaming of Macho with that. I admit one
or two of the dudes were real hot studs... and nice with it... Yes, I
did it and... in the end I liked it... to some degree. But we all knew
that only sisters could give us what we wanted."
Angela added, "We learned their language slowly. And I lost my respect
for my old gender. Manipulating men was just too easy!"
Diane went on, "Luckily we found the place had a tradition in
prostitute-warriors. We got on a... well, you could say training
course... it made us feel safe and stronger... our first employer... or
master... was a louse, who we let get done, the other just let us go...
our 3rd and final master..."
Angela went on, "Was one of the few males I came to respect... he
forged us into something to help us work for... an idealistic cause.
Xena eat your heart out! And he was great in bed too! Well, after so
many bastards, it seemed the only way to reward him for being so fine."
Davida went on, "By now of course we were learning to LOVE being
women."
Diane added, "Me and that crossbow... Bitching!"
Wilma then added, "We did finally get to hear of other events like what
happened to us and a possible way back... even though the battle was
over... it felt so goddamn lousy to walk out on him... I gave him a
goodbye fuck..."
Claudine went on then, "We came back... and found... we stayed women.
It didn't take long to work out why... we wanted to stay women. What we
did in those months... was MORE REAL than anything we had done as men!
Being women felt so much more!"
Wilma went on, "We had to stay together. We knew that much. By now US
had become so tight! So after a little trying out, we decided that this
was the way to go... and we never looked back!"
Mr. Keith looked on, "Other... 'sisters' turn up?"
"Now and then... wanna try?"
Mr. Keith mused. Well, the trip to the isle might be worth a diary
section. Okay..."
Claudine bent up close, "The thing is to approach the island in an
almost direct line... side on... here... my palm is the island, you
have to approach... from the side... you..."
Mr. Keith pondered, "Okay I'll do it..."
Wilma grinned, "When you come back sugar... We can always use an
agent..."
Angela added, "And we do everything together. EVERYTHING!"
Mr. Keith nodded... smiled... and decided he finally had a use for that
'inflatable boat' he got at the paper's holiday party...
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