Florida Vacation
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MY FLORIDA VACATION
What a bore. This job sucks. For a long time, it has made me depressed
and frustrated. Sales were down all over and cutbacks in travel to meet
old customers and generate new ones were limited. I was bored and
angry, aware that there was no possible improvement in sight... My
commissions were almost non-existent. I'd like to open up an artery or
something. Business is soooo bad, but even when business is good, the
job and the boss suck.
I brought a lot of this job stuff home to my wife. She was a good
person; good looking and understanding up to a point. This evening the
culmination of my job frustrations exploded. Exploded on my wife, who
had nothing to do with my work problems. She exploded also and packed
her bags and was out the door within the hour. So now alone, I sat
down, poured a drink and tried to examine what happened and what was
going to happen. Nothing was going well and the situation needs
changing. I need a new look and lease on life. I have to take charge
and overcome these oppressive 'slings and arrows'.
Next day, I asked for my accumulated vacation time. I had a lot of days
piled up on the books. I asked for 90 days because things were so slow.
My cranky boss granted me ten. That was the final straw. I quit.
I visited a travel service as soon as I left the office. I explained to
the clerk what I wanted - some place to quietly think and contemplate
without annoyances and the usual vacation required tours, trips,
sports, games, and social participation, that is, the mandatory have
fun or else. She suggested a new listing, a location in Florida - a
little hotel on a beautiful island away from everything, quite
inexpensive and laid back. Okay - off I go. They made the arrangements
so I flew out that morning.
I was met at the airport and traveled by limo to a small motor launch
that took me to the island hotel. The driver was quite nice but didn't
talk much, which was fine with me. I was met inside by the hotel
manager who oriented me on the facilities available, the typical
amenities, and then took me to my room. I started to unpack but the
manager, Mr. Cook, remained, opening a bottle of wine and pouring two
glasses. I thought this was quite a neat way to get a tip.
Mr. Cook said he wanted to explain some other features of what he
claimed was a unique place for vacationers who really wanted a
different kind of vacation. He knew of my conversation with the travel
clerk and the needs I expressed. He said I was ideally suited for the
accommodations offered here but there were specific requirements
demanded of me. That didn't sound good. I just wanted to be left alone
and told him so. He laughed stating the hotel was not a prison colony
and would accede to my requests. Anyway, the launch would not be
leaving for the mainland for a while. I would have to be patient and
wait.
Since I was a captive I let him continue. He explained the hotel
activities were designed precisely for people like me. Their philosophy
was to provide services opening up new and different views of life by
changing the vacationers' views and thinking about their current lives.
He said the changes are best made by the person by acting and doing
things completely different than what they had been doing in real life,
a complete change, a completely different approach, turning everything
they previously had done upside down. He said all his participants left
fully satisfied with their stay.
I was interested. I told him to continue. He said basically we do this
by asking males to act as females and vice versa.
"Whoa!" I said, "I didn't come there for a sex change."
He laughed and settled me down by describing that all I would have to
do was temporarily take on the persona of a woman, that is, dress,
walk, talk, and act like one - but not physically change into one. Did
I notice he had a nervous eye tic or, did he wink at me?
Krikey! It sounded too weird. I told Mr. Cook, "No thanks."
He said that was all right, however, if I didn't comply that in order
not to disturb the other guests, I would have to stay on an another
island a short distance away while waiting for the launch to the
mainland -- in 30 days. I would be given a tent, food and water
supplies. He mentioned there were nothing but bugs, trees sand and a
few visiting crocs on the island. That did not sound so hot neither,
even though that would be the ultimate environment in my quest for
meditation.
What the hell, I thought, I paid a lot of money in advance and never
wanted to go so far as doing a no TV, no AC, a no-nothing Robinson
Caruso sweaty, buggy, hardship, survival get-away.
I told Mr. Cook, "Bring it on, I'll try the girlie thing and hope it
works."
Mr. Cook said, "Fine." then told me to take a shower. He called an
attendant to help get me started.
When I got out of the shower I felt great. I was surprised that the
attendant had already arrived in my room. He introduced himself as Jon.
I immediately noticed two things - Jon appeared to be male, but maybe
not, and all my clothes and travel bags were gone from the room. Jon
helped to towel me dry and then opened a dresser draw filled with
varicolored, frilly, lacy women's under things. He picked out a bra,
panties, slip and panty hose for me, telling me to try them on for the
proper size. Then he left saying he'd be back shortly. He made
excellent choices. Everything fit me perfectly. I thought this was
crazy. Here I was alone, far away from civilization, on an isolated
island, presenting like an awkward, ungainly woman, to be gaped at by a
bunch of strangers at supper. It was definitely a different feeling!
Jon returned saying supper would soon be served so I would have to
hurry finishing dressing. Like the dresser draws, the closet contained
a wide selection of clothes: a pink jogging suit, a silk robe,
nightgowns, business suits, bathing suits, dresses, blouses, skirts and
a ball gown. I noticed shoes: jogging, loafers, and high heels. Jon
explained this collection was the same uniform and same colors all
guests received. He told me to put on one of the dresses with loafers
and to hurry.
Hurry, I did. Then we went down the hall to another room. I felt really
strange with the flowing of the dress as I walked and the unusual, but
pleasant sounds and sensation of the slip and panties moving against my
body. I was nervous and embarrassed, but fortunately, no one was in the
hallway. All of this stuff is happening so fast. I never once thought,
never could wildly imagine, that my vacation would have me swishing as
a girl down a hotel hallway on a remote, nowhere island.
We stopped at the doorway, knocked and entered. There were two more
white-coated attendants in the room. I was told to sit. They
immediately started working on me. My short hair was washed, perm'ed
and blow dried into some kind of feminine resemblance, My nails were
lengthened, shaped, glued and painted; my eyebrows snipped and plucked;
face foundation'ed and powdered; lips' lipstick'ed; eyes' mascara'ed
and lined. Last, but certainly not least, breast forms were applied and
glued to my chest. For sure, my bra was kind of empty without them. But
not now, I peeked... In almost no time, I was roughly adequate to eat
supper with the other guests as "Amanda", the name they chose for me.
Jon led Amanda to the Dining Hall. It was somewhat small with only
about 25 people eating. Jon and I sat at a table for two and ordered
from the menu. Jon said that I would meet the all the guests in the
next few days. He said I was too new to the group to be passable, which
would be what we must work on in the next few days.
The food was good, but the water and the wine had a different taste.
When I complained, Jon told me that vitamins were placed in all the
liquids in order to insure everyone had a healthy stay. We finished
dinner. It was late; I was tired. Jon showed me back to my room. He
poured a glass of water for me as I undressed and bashfully put on one
of the flimsy nightgowns. He gave me two pills to take. Saying they
were another vitamin and a mild sleeping pill.
I got into bed thinking about the day's events. For sure, Mr. Cook was
right. Yesterday, I was a borderline male nutcase, and now 24 hours
later, I am looking like an almost woman in a pink nightgown, falling
comfortably asleep on a tropic island. One's prospective on life
actually does change, when one's life goes totally upside down for the
better. I was apprehensive about what lies ahead in this crazy program,
but also felt at generally at peace and fell quickly to sleep.
I woke the next day feeling well rested but weak and groggy. After
showering, Jon arrived and helped me with make up, swallow more healthy
pills and get dressed. Down the hallway again for a quick breakfast and
then off to another room. I was still quite confused, dizzy and
disoriented. Jon convinced me to take another injection. He said it
would help, as my sickness was not uncommon for new guests unaccustomed
to the island's air, food, insects, heat and humidity. He injected me.
My knees went wobbly. He helped me sit down in a nearby chair. I
promptly passed out.
When I awoke it was nighttime and I had been placed back in bed.
Everything on and in my body hurt like I had been in a train wreck. I
stumbled out of bed to look in the mirror. My face was bright glowing
red without nary a hair to be seen. For God's sake, my ears were
pierced with golden bangles hanging from them and diamond chips
inserted in piercings higher up. My lips were sharply red colored and
eyes' were black-lined, all by tattooing. I unloosened my robe to see
what else was causing the pain. I saw that my armpits and chest were
also hairless. The breast forms were missing and in their place I had
real breasts - as a part of me, including sutures! I then noticed lower
on down to see some kind of electronic device had been attached to my
penis and gonads. I couldn't remove it.
'What the hell is going on?' I mumbled to myself.
I couldn't escape - there were no windows and the door was locked. I
sat down aching badly, shaking all over, terribly afraid, and then
started to cry, something I hadn't done in years.
I sobbed, "What kind of a get-away vacation this?"
Shoot, these people have gotten me ... totally vacationing from me!
I wept off and on, fitfully, but finally, falling asleep. Jon shook me
awake in mid-morning. I still hurt something awful. Jon spoke to me
calming me down suggesting another shot to make me feel better.
Reluctantly I agreed. It wasn't one, but three shots, but I did feel
better. I checked the mirror again noticing the facial redness had
subsided somewhat, then, noticing my really full chest, which oddly was
not as shocking to me as it was last night. Actually, I thought the two
perfectly rounded protrusions were quite nice, and good to look at.
But, they still hurt, they were heavy and they were fixed to me - shoot
yes, they were mine, all mine!
I thought, "Damn, Jon has some 'splaining to do and I'm going to cook
Cook's goose."
Of course, I was only strong enough to make these hollow threats to
myself while groaning. They have done also something to my throat and
Adam's apple so even my groans are feminine...
I dressed, then, to breakfast again. I asked what Jon was happening in
my new, higher pitched voice. Jon said I would shortly be told
everything. We finished eating then traveled down another hallway to
another room. There was a stern looking man sitting behind a desk. At
least he looked male, but I wasn't sure. I can't tell anything about
these people here, but then look at how I've changed in one single day.
The grumpy 'man' introduced himself as Mr. Oswald and called me Miss
Amanda. He said he was there to explain past events and future
requirements for me. He said I must comply or will be immediately
removed from the island and sent to that other island, the barren one -
permanently. Hmmmmm - I thought that might not be all that cool what
with my new filled-out chest and permanently tattooed lips and eyes.
He outlined the additional surgical and cosmetic changes that would
occur to my body and the things I was to learn practice and perform. He
mentioned the pills and shots I had taken, and will continue to
receive, were female hormones. Most importantly, he said I could become
a permanent member of the "Hotel Organization (HO)", a Government
undercover, black ops, operation and that loyalty to the organization
is primary, to which the individual is either totally subservient - or
disposable. I was to be trained as a professional operative, an
occupation I was to accomplish as a female, until I died or retired,
whichever event came first.
Mr. Oswald explained it was necessary for certain covert missions that
male-to-female operatives were more useful than a valuable, natural
female on missions, where an operative is considered expendable. He
concluded that citizens should not ask what their country could do for
them, but what they can do for their country. As words to live by, I
wrote them down. I sighed to myself but agreed in my new voice with Mr.
Oswald that the HO is justified in providing direction and assistance
to certain citizens to perform their patriotic duty, willingly or
otherwise.
I wanted to impress him. He was one scary dude. What else could I do?
Where could I go - to that wasteland island as the resident, outcast
she-male? Swim miles through shark infested waters to the Mainland -
and then what, show up on shore as a naked, penniless, strange
curiosity with the changes they have made? Then if I make the swim, I
return to my old job as a girl, sort of? NO! No thanks. I'll play this
game through. Except for not telling me the full story, they seem kind
and friendly enough, including having a comfortable bed, good food
available and a secure environment. The only insecurity I have is not
knowing what these people will do to me next. Actually, in only one day
they have me turned me into an outwardly appearing, sort of, kind of,
woman. They do promise continuing external and internal enhancements.
This surely has to happen... I hope.
I swallowed hard and signed the binding contract.
So it goes for me. It's been a year now. I continue to be injected,
take pills of unknown content, diet, jog miles, lift weights, and learn
advanced Karate and Ninja techniques. I became an expert in weapons,
explosives poisons, and garroting, memorized the Kama Sutra, while also
learning how to make love, cook, sew, dress, apply cosmetics, walk and
talk, in between being liposuctioned, botoxed, have body and facial
reconstruction and hair enhancements. After one dramatic surgical
procedure, there are no more down-below, parts left, to again attach
the mysterious electronic device they previously put on me.
My vacation literally turned me into a beautiful Killer Babe. The HO's
business is booming. I don't need vacations because I travel so much
all around the world meeting many different people. Unfortunately, if I
do my job successfully, these close associations and intimate
relationships do not last long. I've adjusted completely and find I
very much like what I do and the woman I have become. I do hope
someday, I can find romance to use all these new tools I've acquired.
If I do, probably I'll eventually be made to assassinate my lover. Oh
well, Black Widow spiders do it too. It's the nature of my new,
exciting job - with your tax dollars efficiently working for you.
THE END
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