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Mau: Morphic Adaption Unit The Other Side of the Fence Part Two By Mr. 20 Inch Biceps Prologue What you're reading is my daily journal; or better put, my attempt at a daily journal. I admit I went into a tailspin after the accident; and that's why the missing months. I've also found that it's just easier to document events with as little dialogue as possible; I have much more important things to keep track of these days! And these pages; as best as I try to describe the experience, cannot even come close to the reality of what it has been like to be turned into a man! What more reason do I need to write than about my new life as a man? And who knows, maybe it will come in handy someday to be able to look back on this and reflect? Thanksgiving 2005 I'm not so sure that I have anything to be thankful for this year. I guess when I come right down to it I'm thankful that damn machine didn't kill us, Jack and I. It's been two months since the Feds caught up with us and gave us new legitimate identities and some cash. Twenty five thousand dollars each sure helped to get our lives turned around! Jack and I are thankful for that I suppose. We found a place in the Bronx that we could afford. It is a simple two bedroom apartment with a decent sized living room and modern kitchen. It sure felt great to have our own private bathroom again after spending nearly four months living at the YMCA! Yeah, I guess we should both be thankful that we no longer have to live at the Y. I gotta go; Jack is waiting for me downstairs. We decided to blow a little bit of our windfall by getting away for a while. We left New York for the weekend and went to Atlantic City. My first Thanksgiving without my family sucked. Jack tried hard to cheer me up but it didn't work. We sat in silence for the most part as we ate the hotel's version of a turkey dinner in the main dinning room. "So, you want to go and do some gambling when we're done eating, Justin?" asked Jack. "No," I said. I really was in a funk and I just wanted to be left alone. "Aw, come on dude! It just might do you some good," he pushed. Jack was really good at pushing these days. It just seems like since he became a man he's become more confident. I cleaned up the remains of my dinner on my plate and looked at the only friend I had left in the world - Jack. I will say one thing; since becoming a man myself it's been a lot easier for me to say no. I can only attribute this to the social conditioning that I've been experiencing since - well, since I got a penis full time. Forever. Like I wrote earlier in this journal; the reality of being a male twenty four seven is a lot different than for just an afternoon or some overnight sex romp. Jack continued to look at me as I finished the wine I had with my dinner. The trip to Atlantic City had been his idea. Like I said, he was trying very hard to cheer me up. I sighed and sat back against the back of my chair. What a joke it was to think that a little gambling would make me feel better about not seeing my family for Thanksgiving. Of course we both knew that it would only get worse as the rest of the holidays approached. Jack had no problem letting go of his past existence. That had been no surprise to me. His family was not all that close; unlike mine. It has been hell these past months dealing with the fact that to my family I had just disappeared off the face of the Earth. With the exception of Agents C & D and Jack of course, nobody else knew that I, Justin Gray was really Justine Gray a college graduate, and former advertising assistant to one of the top agents in Manhattan. I now had a whole new identity as a man thanks to that damn machine and the federal government. I also now had a brother that I never had before as well. Our time spent with the ultra secretive Agents C & D included debriefing of the 'accident' with the machine, and physical and psychological testing. As far as the real world is concerned and our new DNA; Jack and I were really brothers, fraternal twins! I looked across the table at Jack. His jet black hair and moustache was nicely contrasted by the tan he had been working so long on and the ivory dinner jacket that he wore over his black silk dress shirt. Like mine, his shirt was open to below the pectorals revealing his thick muscular chest. I was similarly dressed; only for some perverse reason I decided to wear all black. I didn't mind the look, it set off my now shoulder length blonde locks and striking blue eyes. I haven't decided just what to do with my hair yet; but I know I have to do something soon. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. "Come on, Justin. Sitting here thinking about something you can't change isn't going to make you feel any better. You have to set your mind on something else! You know I'm right, buddy!" Jack finally said. The truly sad part of what he just said was that he was right. I did just want to sit here and think about my mother's great pumpkin pie, and getting stuffed eating her turkey. And then there was my dad; a part of me really wished I could just tell him what has happened to his little girl! I wanted him to put his arms around my massive shoulders, give me a hug and tell me that it would be all right. But that was most certainly wishful thinking on my part. There was no way in hell that my father was ever going to be able to do just that; give me a hug. According to Agents C & D none of us have gone back to our old lives after being transformed by the alien technology; and by going back I mean to our original bodies. We later discovered that a few transformees have at least made some contact with the loved ones they left behind; with mixed results. I wasn't so sure that it was such a good idea to bring my parents into my new life. They were in their sixties and my father was in fragile health. I shook my head. 'No,' I thought, 'the shock of revealing who I really was on top of the stress of my having disappeared will most likely kill him.' "Fuck it!" I said, "You're right, let's go gamble brother." Monday November 28, 2005 Five a.m. Monday morning after a holiday weekend comes fast! I hit the alarm and sat up in my bed. I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I heard Jack. 'Damn' I thought, 'he made it into the bathroom first!' I let my thick torso fall back onto the bed with a heavy bounce. It would be at least fifteen minutes before I'd get my turn to use the bathroom. Our first client of the day was at eight a.m. at the Gold's gym. But before we would start this morning Jack and I would do our own workouts. We spotted each other and competed with each other while doing so; it made the workouts both highly effective for us both and fun. We started each week working our upper bodies; it just seemed pointless to start the week with the very punishing leg workouts. Indeed. Workouts were great to build muscle tone and build strength. But don't get me wrong here; I enjoy being as strong as I now am and love looking the way I do. If I have to be a man - I absolutely would choose to be as I am. But our bodies were as about in need of building strength and muscle tone as a fly needs an airplane. No, what our workouts were about was simple maintenance of our bodies; and physical advertisement for our business. 'J & J Personal Training Service' was printed on the front and backs of our workout tee shirts. The business was beginning to take off finally after the infusion of cash from the government and the new legal identities for the both of us that we insisted include degrees in physical fitness. I sighed. Taking care of my muscles required a discipline that I didn't know that I had. As I said before, that damn machine had given us both whatever it took to be successful bodybuilders. As a woman I'd worked out maybe two times a week; I thought it really lucky if I managed to get to the gym a third time during any given week. But now, as a man whose very livelihood depended on keeping himself in peak physical condition? I, well, the both of us made sure that we hit the gym at least five days a week! Usually when I woke up some part of me hurt from the previous day's workout. Oh, it was a good kind of hurt to be sure. It simply reminded me that I'd been successful maxing out my body to its full potential during the workout. But this Monday morning was different; it happened to follow our mini vacation to Atlantic City and neither of us had worked out in four days. I looked at the mounds of muscle that were my pectorals as I lay on my bed. They were huge and apart from my broad shoulders and twenty one inch arms they were probably my best asset. My chest responded fairly quickly I learned in the past months that I have been in this bodybuilder's body of mine. I cupped my man tits; they were hard and broad, nothing at all like my former soft feminine breasts. As much as I enjoyed sex as a man I sometimes missed my feminine breasts. I missed having a man suck and sometimes even bite my nipples sending shivers through my body. 'My male nipples were nowhere near as sensitive as a woman's' I thought as I fingered a nipple on my chest. The only time I saw my nipples these days was in a mirror. A man of much less muscularity, his nipples resided on his flat chest; mine on the other hand rested on the underside of my well developed pecs. I heard Jack come out of the bathroom. I brought my hands down to the bed and sat up. It was finally my turn to use the bathroom. "Good morning, Jack," I said as we passed in the hall. "Mornin'," he said. The first thing I did when I got into the bathroom was take a leak. Neither of us bothered to shower at home on our workout days. We showered at the gym with the rest of the herd. After nearly four months of working out together we had a routine. At home all we did in the a.m. was make ourselves presentable; we combed our hair, brushed our teeth, and applied deodorant. Oh, and we shaved too. Did I tell you learning to shave was a bitch? I really missed my dad that first day I had to use a man's razor on my now masculine face. I had never before felt quite so ridiculous as when I had to leave the dorm room at the Y with my face covered with little bits of toilet paper. The only consolation that I had that morning had been Jack; only because he looked just like I did; and neither one of us had laughed. I looked in the mirror. I'd finally got to the place where it no longer surprised me to see blonde haired, blue eyed, handsome, and super muscular Justin looking back at me. I grabbed my toothbrush and brushed my now perfectly straight white teeth. Everything about my body was perfect; right down to the extra large tool I packed away in my workout shorts every morning. I gave up shaving with a blade as soon as I could afford an electric razor. It was just so much more civilized shaving to the buzz of an electric razor. I turned on the razor and hummed to myself as I ran the machine over the planes of my handsome face. Jack had a thick black moustache and frequently he would have to shave again later in the day if he had social plans or a client. In fact, it gets so bad for him that he keeps his electric razor in his gym bag. My beard wasn't quite so insistent and it was blonde so I could get away with not having to shave as often as Jack. I'm pretty sure he hates me for it. I smiled as I looked in the mirror. I shrugged. 'Oh well,' I thought, 'that was the choice he had made when he used the machine.' I grabbed my stick deodorant and pulled off the cap. It had taken awhile to get used to smelling like a man. I didn't notice my own smell so much anymore as much as I noticed Jack's. I rose up my left arm; I admired my bulging biceps in the mirror as I applied my deodorant. Getting used to my well developed physique had been the easiest part of all since I'd become Justin permanently. A lot of women liked the way that I now looked and most men deep down inside wished they could look just like Jack and I did; whether they knew it or not. The only drawback so far that either of us could determine was buying clothes. So, since we were both built nearly identical we decided long before the Feds found us, to pool our funds to purchase a wardrobe that we could both wear. It was a decision that had been somewhat forced. Soon after leaving our apartment and going to the Y we had gone clothes shopping; sticker price shock in the 'Big & Tall' men's fine clothing store had been an eye opener. The only thing we had been forced to purchase elsewhere were our jeans at a clothier in New York that catered to the bodybuilding crowd. It was called 'The Max' and it had been a relief to finally find a place that had jeans we could actually be comfortable wearing! 'Sears' and the like just didn't have anything in jeans we could wear. Before the Feds came along our wardrobe consisted of jeans and tee shirts and the one outfit each that the machine had made for us; sports jackets, dress pants and shirts. Dating? Yeah, right. While we lived at the Y we couldn't afford it. And I must add that at least for me, I didn't miss it. That is, I didn't - until my penis told me otherwise. What a way to learn about the male anatomy; get an instant sex change with a complete set of fertile, working, and movable parts! I loved my penis; but it sure could drive me crazy sometimes! Waking up with erections nearly every morning was just something I could never have prepared myself for. Guys call them their 'morning woodys' and are they ever painful sometimes! And all that just to take a piss! Well, I'm a guy now too, and a gentleman. So, I won't even begin to try to explain how it felt being pushed into masturbation by my aching demanding organ! Monday December 12, 2005 I miss my family. I've said that already. The pull to get on the subway and go and see them is getting stronger everyday. And as Christmas Day approaches the hole in my heart gets bigger. Enough about that! 'J & J Personal Training' has been doing well with not only repeat customers, but with referrals as well. Soon, we will be booked solid for the first quarter of 2006! We charge $100.00 an hour to be trained by either Jack or myself. Initial consult and providing a diet designed for the individual customer is extra. I know it might sound like a lot of money for an hourly rate but we had to give the gym a percentage. The only way we made one hundred percent of the fee is when we went to the client's home. But it was a trade off; the cost of traveling to and from ate up time that could be spent servicing other clients. So what do you do; raise the rates? Thursday December 15, 2005 Sorry I haven't written in a few days. It's just that as the New Year approaches more and more people want to get a jump start on their New Year's resolution; which translates into 'J & J' being very busy! Jack and I are beginning to feel like we live at the gym! We get there for our own workouts by six a.m. and sometimes don't leave until nine p.m.! That's a fifteen hour day! But we can't complain; it's just been great financially! I've been too busy to think about Christmas; let alone my parents! Hopefully things will slow down soon. From what I can gather from some of the other trainers at the gym it usually does slow down in about a week. Right now I've got to get back to work. I've got a new client coming in. Friday December 16, 2005 I didn't think I would be writing again so soon. It's just been plain too busy! But the new client I had yesterday? I almost lost my cool- and that would not have been good for business. I may have only been making my money as a professional trainer for the past several months; but I do know one thing! I know my stuff! The machine has blessed both Jack and me with vast knowledge of nutrition, and exercise where bodybuilding is concerned. What gets my blood boiling is someone's refusal to both listen to what I have to say; and acknowledge what I have said! This new client is a woman in her early forties. She has had a couple of kids- make that four kids; and her stomach is a mess. Her body type tends to that of the ectomorph; which is someone who has a hard time gaining muscle mass and tends to have a rather high metabolism. In plain English - they are naturally very thin. As clients they can be challenging. I really feel for them because they see these great bodies walking around the gym and they want what they see. The women want the fuller even voluptuous look that well toned thighs and legs have; the men it's usually the chest or biceps. What's funny is that the people with the great bodies who have to work so damn hard to keep looking the way that they do; be it male or female, wish they had it easy to stay slim - like the ectomorph! Go figure! This woman, I will call her 'Helen'. She comes in for her first consult and training session at five p.m. Her workday is over; but mine still has a way to go. You know what I mean? Anyway, what follows is just part of my trying experience with this challenging client. I should add that 'Helen' who has four kids is also married. I waited for my next client to meet up with me at the front desk. I've never met the woman before; in fact my only previous contact with her had been on the telephone. And that conversation had taken place nearly a week ago. As I explained earlier we have been very busy lately and 'Helen' was almost ten minutes late for her first appointment. Being late is not the end of the world. Being a personal trainer is not like being a doctor. We have scheduled appointments yes; even back to back customers. But if someone is late getting to us all it usually means is their time spent with one of us is shortened. And if they are more than fifteen minutes late we cancel the session even if they show up five minutes later. It's just not good practice to do so otherwise; before you workout with weights you have to do some stretching and warm up exercises and these take at least fifteen to twenty minutes, depending upon the client. And a workout session less than thirty minutes long with us is just a plain waste of money. We forgive their tardiness - we live in this world too and realize things can happen - the first time and reschedule without financial penalty. If it happens again the session gets cancelled without a refund. It might seem unfair but it does keep the procrastinators and abusers towing the mark. A hundred dollars is a lot of money to waste for some folks! 'Helen' found me at the front desk at five twelve p.m. She was already changed into her workout clothes. "Excuse me," she said to the front desk attendant, "I'm looking for one of your personal trainers. His name is Justin." Monica, who runs the desk up front from three to eleven p.m. smiled at her (I'm sure, even though I didn't see it myself. I just know the little tart well!) She quickly turned and pointed at me. Despite my size the front desk was high and anyone looking for me would only see a head occasionally looking up and out onto the gym floor. "Are you 'Helen'?" I asked, as I looked up. "Yes, yes I am," she replied. "Sorry I'm late" she added quickly with a tentative smile. I stood up, revealing my full height in the process. "Jesus! You sure are a big one, aren't you?" she remarked as she lifted her head up to look me in the eyes. I blushed I'm sure and looked out momentarily at the gym floor. "Are you ready to get started?" I asked as I focused my eyes back in on her face. "You bet!" "Great! Let's get started. Follow me, please," I said as I walked around from behind the counter. 'Helen' stood five foot four if she was lucky I noted. I towered over her at six foot six, but that was with my shoes on. I walked her over to the exercise mats and explained that we would have to do at least fifteen minutes of warm up and stretching exercises. I demonstrated them and she followed through them all without any difficulty. We moved on to the weight machines and I introduced her to the lat pull down machine. I go easy on the amount of weight I have the clients use on their first session; and I'm also gauging their weaknesses and potential. I pulled the steel pin out and gave Miss 'Helen' and easy twenty pounds to practice with. "This is easy," she said, as she pulled the weight down to her chest. "Right now they're supposed to be," I explained. I had her complete three sets of ten before I told her to stop. Lat pulls are fairly easy; you're sitting down. Next we went to the pec deck. These too are fairly easy; again you're sitting down. "See how I'm doing this?" I asked as I brought the pads in towards my chest without using my upper arms. "This works your chest muscles. Try not to use your upper arms or elbows at all, Okay?" "Okay." I watched a few moments as 'Helen' worked the pec deck. Her form needed a lot of work. I smiled to myself, it was her first day. "Keep your elbows down, 'Helen'. If you lift them at all you're using your arms to push the pads." 'Helen' nodded and repositioned herself on the arm pads. "Try it again," I told her. Well, you get the idea. We progressed through the first session. I demonstrated how the machines worked and performed the exercises for her. Just like anyone else. The trouble started when the clock struck six p.m. "That's it for today, 'Helen'. You did well for your first session," I explained. 'Helen' looked at me with a screwed up expression on her face as she sat up on the bench press. "But I didn't get the full hour, Justin?" I sighed. It was like this every time someone was late the first time. I said, "'Helen', I'm sure when you signed the contract that you were verbally reminded about being late the first time would only result in the loss of your time spent with me; which is what this is. Your first time being late results in -" "I don't give a shit, what the contract says!" she hissed, and abruptly stood up from the bench. "I want the rest of my time, I want my twenty minutes!" she insisted as she glared up at me with her nostrils flared and her hands on her bony hips. I shook my head. "That's not the gym's policy, it's not 'J & J's' policy, and it is in the contract, ma'am," I informed her. 'Helen' walked the few steps that it was between us and did her best to get in my face. "Like I said, you muscle bound freak; I want my twenty minutes! I'm the customer! The customer is always right!" I wiped her spittle from my face and took a few steps back. I glanced about the gym and eyed Jack spotting a man using the free weights. Unfortunately he was oblivious to my predicament with my client. The music from one of the gym's dance classes reverberated through the glass wall behind me. "Don't you walk away from me!" she demanded. "I ain't leaving here until I get my twenty minutes." "Look, 'Helen', I can't do that! I could lose my job," I explained. "And besides" I added, "I have another client waiting by now at the front desk." 'Helen' looked at me with an expression of indifference and stepped towards me again. "No, you look, pretty boy! I want what I got coming! If I let you get away with it once you'll try to screw me out of more time later!" It was always this way; only not quite so... intense. "'Helen' please try to understand my hands are tied." "What kind of place are you people runnin' here?" she said. 'Helen's' disgust with not being able to get her way was beginning to escalate. Now that I was a man of six foot four and not slight of build I certainly had no reason to be intimidated by 'Helen'. As Justine, a woman of five foot eight? Perhaps. 'Helen's wiry body with its roll of excess fat on her stomach may not appear to the casual observer as a threat to anyone. But there was something not quite right my instincts told me. 'Helen', it would seem had issues; and she was pumping up the adrenaline in her system. "Is there something I can help you with, Justin?" I turned my head and looked. It was Monica from the front desk. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, hello Monica. I was just explaining to 'Helen' the gym policy that was in her contract that she signed," I explained. I knew by the expression on Monica's face that she knew full well what had been transpiring between 'Helen' and me. "I see," she said with a raise of an eyebrow. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I looked at 'Helen' who showed no sign of backing down. "Perhaps you -" "Perhaps nothing! You steroid sucking asshole!" she shouted as she again moved towards me in an attempt to close the space between us. Monica stepped in between us in an effort to diffuse the situation. "Get out of my way bitch! This is between me and your giant, here." she screeched as she lunged for me. From that point on its all pretty much a blur. Within seconds both of them were on the gym floor. Monica was trying to restrain 'Helen' but she wasn't having it. At some point 'Helen' assaulted Monica with a punch to the face. That's when I finally had no choice but to get physical with 'Helen'. I managed to pull her off of Monica with both her hands behind her back. I was surprised at the amount of effort it took for me to keep her restrained. Adrenaline. "You Okay, Monica!" I asked as I did my best to hold 'Helen's' arms at her back. I stood struggling with 'Helen' not far from where Monica was now getting up from the floor. Monica nodded as she put a hand to her face. "Hang on to her," she told me. "I'm going to call the police." I nodded as she walked by us; leaving for the telephone. "Let go of me, asshole!" she screamed as she tried to twist herself free from my grip. I did not respond. The way I had it figured anything I said wouldn't really make a difference. I did notice Jack looking at me from across the gym floor with his mouth hanging open. I just shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. "What the fuck you looking at?!" she hollered when she noticed that a few other gym occupants were staring at her. Again she tried to break my grip by struggling free. I just squeezed tighter. "Ouch! You're hurting me! I'll sue you, you son of a bitch!" she spat. "I doubt it," I said calmly. Later after the police had come and taken her away Monica came to talk to me. She found both Jack and I in the trainer's office pouring over our client schedule for the next week. "Got a minute, guys?" asked Monica as she walked into the trainer's office. We both looked up from the desktop. "Sure," I said, "What's up?" "Just thought I'd let you know that the gym has cancelled your client's contract and is going to refund her money." My brow shot up and I looked at Jack who was standing next to the desk. "Really," I said, "care to elaborate?" "Her husband called. Apparently she suffers from a schizophrenic disorder. He was very apologetic about his wife's behavior. He had no idea where she'd gone this afternoon and was frantic. He asked management to cancel her contract as she won't be able to fulfill it." explained Monica. "She had some kind of relapse." "I see," I said, "that certainly explains a lot!" "Oh, and her husband said to thank you for all your help in keeping her safe. It appears that her husband has had plenty of experience in handling his wife's behavior." I nodded and fell back against the back of my chair. I rocked my chair back and forth a moment or two as I contemplated the schedule on the desk in front of me. "Monica," I said, "we're going to need some time off soon. What do you say to Jack and me taking the week between Christmas and New Year's off?" I eyeballed Jack quickly after I asked the question. We'd discussed the question of time off but not a date. He gave me a quick nod of his head and turned to look at Monica. "Are you kidding?" she blanched, "After what you have just been through? How can I say no? Fill out the form before you leave tonight and I'll sign off on it before I leave. Is there anything else?" she asked giving us both a quick glance. I looked at Jack who was already looking at me. "No" we both said almost simultaneously. Monica turned on her heels and started to walk towards the door. "Great! I'll talk to you later then before I leave for the night. Thanks again, Justin, for all your help tonight." "No problem, Monica!" I exclaimed as she opened the door and was gone. Tuesday December 20, 2005 I'm sure it was just that everything piled up. But I decided that I would go visit my parents. Oh, I have no intention of telling them who I really am. I had no wish to make their existence worse or worst case scenario kill one of them from shock. No, I decided to bend the rules a bit. I managed to get a few hours off of work this afternoon and took the subway to my parent's neighborhood - my old neighborhood. It was a tough ride sitting there on the subway. I was filled with relief, trepidation, and excitement. I wore jeans and a dark blue pullover wool sweater under the fashionably distressed brown leather bomber jacket that I shared with Jack. I looked at my reflection in the window of the subway car. My thick long blonde hair fell freely behind my shoulders. I still hadn't decided what to do with it. And not having a girl, or any other reason to get it cut, I just wasn't in any hurry. My heart pounded in my broad chest as I sat there. The next station was mine, err, I mean, my parent's. I looked down at my feet. I was wearing my winter walking boots. It wouldn't be very easy to remove them before I entered my parent's house. But they had been necessary; it was snowing outside. Perhaps New York would get five to six inches today according to the weather channel. I sighed as I sat in contemplation wondering if what I was about to do was nothing but selfish. Of course it was, but it was also the only thing I could think of to bring my parents some sort of peace. The train stopped at the station and I got off the subway. It was still snowing when I took the steps up to street level two at a time. I enjoyed the snowfall. It actually made New York City seem somehow clean. I shuffled my feet through the fresh white snow as I walked. My long blonde hair blew in the wind. My parent's home was not far. I stood on the sidewalk and looked at my parent's house for a moment or two before I walked up to the door. I took a long deep breath and knocked on the door. I don't know quite what it was I thought I had to be afraid of. They were my parents after all. And I didn't look anything like my old self! I heard my mother's voice call as she approached the door. "Just a minute! I'll be right there!" I stood on her stoop and waited patiently for her to open the door. The snow continued to fall all around me in big white wet flakes. Somehow I thought it perfect that it was snowing at this very minute. I heard the locks being turned in the big wooden door that somehow didn't look quite so big to me anymore. The door opened a crack revealing a chain lock. I peered down at my mother. 'If I was still female this is what I would have looked like one day' I thought to myself. She was about my former height and thin as a willow as I used to be as well. Her chest was flat and she wore a thick sweater. I smiled. It was one I had given her for Christmas years before. "Yes?" she said through the crack in the door. "Hello," I said, "my name is Jack. I bring a message from your daughter." "What?" she said as she showed her face to me for the first time. She seemed to have aged at least ten years since the last time I had seen her. "I said, my name is Jack, I've got a message for you from your daughter. May I come in?" The door slammed shut. "How do I know you're not responsible for her being gone; a big man like you?" she shouted through the door. My heart broke in my hard man's chest. My mother was afraid of me! "I'm sorry if I frightened you, Mrs. Gray. But I am being sincere. Justine wishes she could be here herself but unfortunately she can't," I explained. I looked up into the gray winter sky with the snow falling out of it as my heart pounded louder in my chest. "Please let me in," I pleaded, "I promise I won't stay too long." The door opened again. The chain was still secured across the opening. My mothers gray haired head peeked through the opening once again. Her big round blue eyes looked up into my now blue eyes. I saw hope and fear in her eyes. "I just wish I could be sure," she said distrustfully. I couldn't blame her. It was New York City and a rather large stranger asks to be let in. I thought fast; what could I tell my mother to ease her apprehension? I thought back to my childhood, the vacations that we had taken as a family. I thought back to the time I had spent with my parents. What could I tell her that she would believe that I hadn't heard from someone else? Suddenly I had it. "You're wearing a sweater that Justine gave you for Christmas long ago," I said. She gasped and slammed the door shut again. It was a tense couple of seconds before I had my final answer through the big wooden door. "Arthur! Arthur! Come quick! Someone is here about Justine!" I heard her shout as the chain was removed from the door and it opened up completely this time. "Come in son! Come in!" she said with a sparkle in her eyes and a big smile on her weathered face. I stamped my feet on the stoop before I took my first step. "Don't worry 'bout the snow, boy! Get inside!" she demanded. I looked up from my feet at her. I knew that look well that was on her face. My mother was impatient. I bolted into the foyer and she slammed the door shut behind me. I turned in time to see her replace the chain across the door and turn the dead bolt lock. I heard my father's frail voice call from somewhere inside the house. "Justine, just what is all the fuss about?" "Arthur! Where are you? I asked you to come quick! It's about Justine!" "I'm comin' old woman!" he replied as he came into view. He leaned on a walker as he pushed it along on the wood floor of the hallway. 'He must've been in the kitchen' I thought to myself as he came closer towards us. "Please, come in and sit down young man. You must be cold. Would you like some hot coffee, or cocoa?" she asked. 'Caffeine?' I thought. "No," I said. I walked into the living room and noticed right away that the carpeting was missing. They must have had it removed so that my father could move about much easier. I folded my tall self onto the sofa and waited patiently for my father to be seated. My mother watched me intently. My head turned when my father collapsed into his recliner. "You were saying you had a message from our daughter, son?" my mother repeated for my father's benefit. My father's head jerked my way. "What?" he said as he looked at me with those dark brown eyes. I nodded. "Well, speak up son! I ain't gettin' any younger," my father exclaimed. "Yes, well -" I cleared my throat and smiled. "My name is Jack. It's really not very important who I am. Suffice it to say that Justine asked me to contact you on her behalf." My father looked at me with such a look I had never seen before. "And?" he said. I paused and looked at them both. I swallowed and took a breath of air into my lungs. "First of all you must understand that I was never here," I said as I looked from one of my parents to the other. They looked at each other and then back at me. They said nothing. "First of all, Justine wants you to know that she is fine. She is so very sorry she can't contact you herself but the rules don't allow for it," I explained. "Rules?" my mother asked as she looked at my father. I nodded again. "Yes," I said, "there are rules in the Witness Protection Program." "I knew it!" my father bellowed. "Tell me what happened!" "I'm sorry sir," I said, "but I cannot do that because I don't know myself. What I do know is that she is safe and she wants you both to know that she misses you and loves you both." I looked at my mother. She had tears in her eyes. My father sighed and closed his eyes. He always did that when he was overwhelmed. "How is it that you know our daughter?" my father asked me with his eyes still closed. "Sir... I really shouldn't even be here. I cannot answer that. You must never tell anyone that I was here," I pleaded. "We understand son," my mother said. My father finally opened his eyes and looked at me. "You have our word," he said. I heaved a sigh of relief. "I only have one question," my mother said. "Yes," I said, as I turned my face to hers. "Will our daughter ever be coming back to us?" My breath caught in my throat as I sat there looking at my parents. 'Would I be coming back to them' I thought. I so desperately wanted to tell them yes, but I couldn't. "I don't know," I finally said. "Will you be seeing her again?" my father asked. I shook my head. "I'm afraid not, sir. I am just someone she thought she could trust who crossed her path. She absolutely begged me to get this message to you. I'm sorry," I said. I suddenly felt awful and wanted to leave. It had been great to see them again; but as time went on I felt more and more guilty. The silence that I endured as I sat there on the sofa and admired their Christmas tree was excruciating. I stood up suddenly and took a few steps over to my father. I put out my right hand. My father looked up, way up into my eyes from his seated position. I saw the pain that was there. He slowly brought his wrinkled and dry hand up and shook mine. I wouldn't get my hug; so a handshake would have to do. "Thank you!" he said, "for coming to tell us about Justine." "Yes," my mother said as she stood up from her chair, "we will be forever grateful to you." She looked up at me and smiled. "Thank you," she said, as she put her arms around my muscular torso and hugged me. "Merry Christmas." I put my arms around her petite form for a moment. "Merry Christmas," I replied. We said our goodbyes and I soon found myself back outside in the falling snow. Friday December 23, 2005 "Attention Sun Country Airlines flight 127 will be departing for Nassau, the Bahamas at nine twelve p.m. in twenty minutes. All passengers are advised that there will be no boarding five minutes before departure. All passengers are requested to please have their tickets ready for boarding now at gate thirty six. And thank you for flying Sun Country Airlines." I couldn't believe it! I had allowed Jack to talk me into this. A week in the Bahamas! I have to admit it hadn't been difficult. All Jack had to say was that it would help me to feel better about my visit with my parents; and that convinced me. I didn't even care that we had spent premium price for tickets at the last minute. I had never been to the Bahamas. And now I was going! I stood in line holding my ticket in my hand. The only luggage bags we carried were our gym bags. 'Keep it simple' Jack had said. And he was right. It felt great to just grab a bag, pack my shaving kit, my identification and passport and leave. We decided we would buy clothes to wear in Nassau as we didn't really own all that much in the way of summer or tropical dress. I smiled as I looked around me. I was leaving winter and in a few hours I would be in the Bahamas! Everyone about me had on some type winter attire over a gaudy 'Hawaiian' shirt as they waited in line; except for me and Jack of course. Saturday December 24, 2005 I woke up and looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was ten in the morning in my hotel room. I got out of the bed and got rid of my usual morning woody. 'The flight to Nassau was fairly uneventful.' I thought as I relieved my full bladder. 'The only draw back had been my body. At six four barefoot I had to duck as I entered the small plane we transferred to in Miami. Talk about feeling like a sardine in a can! Not only was I too tall but the seats were also a tad too narrow for us both. But in the end I guess it really didn't matter because once I navigated my way to my seat next to the window I stayed there. I finished pissing and looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I didn't look too bad for all the wear and tear of traveling. I decided to take a shower and then find Jack. I reached into the shower and turned on the water. I set the shower head to a rhythmic pulse that felt good on my sore muscles. 'No working out for a week! I couldn't believe that either.' I thought as I put my head under the invigorating stream of water. I washed my hair and rinsed it thoroughly. I wondered where Jack was and cut my shower a little short. I've been in this body long enough now that I was tempted to not shave. I thought it would take too much time; but in the end my appearance in a new country won. I dressed in the only clothes I had with me. I grabbed my room key and went in search of Jack. I knocked on Jack's room door. He had a room right next to mine. At first I had objected to the added expense of the extra room; but then Jack mentioned a possibility that had not yet crossed my mind; women. So I had agreed to separate rooms. I knocked on his door again but there was no response. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to get some breakfast downstairs. I found Jack eating breakfast and reading a newspaper when I entered the dining room. "About time you woke up! I was about to give you a wakeup call myself," he said, when he saw me approaching the table. "I'm on vacation. I guess my body knows it!" I replied as I sat down in the chair across from him. "How'd you sleep?" "Great! Anything good in the newspaper?" I asked with a nod of my head. Jack shook his head. "Nah, just a lot of local stuff. So, what do you want to do today besides go shopping?" "Shopping?" I asked with a raise of a brow. Jack grunted and looked at me. "You're not going to tell me that you're going to wear pants all the time that you're here are you?" I looked at my clothes quickly. "Oh, that's right we have to go buy some clothes this morning? Sorry, Jack, I haven't had my caffeine yet!" I explained. And it was the truth. It always took me a while to wake up in the morning; even after a good night's sleep. Some things didn't change despite the machine. "Hey, relax! It's Okay. I've only been up myself for about an hour. I asked the waitress where the nearest clothing store was and she told me. So when you're ready we'll walk over." "Speaking of a waitress?" I said as I looked about the dinning room for one. "Relax, Justin. When I see our waitress I'll call her over." "For now grab a cup of coffee," he suggested as motioned to the pot on the table. That was fine with me. "The coffee here is great by the way!" he said as he went back to reading his newspaper. Later, at the store we bought a few outfits each; including swim suits, beach towels, and two white sheer cotton pullovers. The pullovers we were told were worn by most everybody who had on swimsuits away from the beaches. And one size fits all! 'We'll take 'em', we said. Still later, we wore those pullovers as we walked to the beach. I carried my gym bag that we had packed our towels and sunscreen in. The sunglasses I bought helped immensely with the intense sunlight. They also helped me admire the ladies. It didn't take us very long to reach the beach. First, I should say I had never been outside the U.S. So, being on foreign soil I found to be very exciting. Second, what a beautiful place! The Bahamas was a common tourist destination to be sure. But the overall beauty of the place struck me; and we hadn't left Nassau yet! The sand was warm beneath my bare feet as we strode towards the turquoise water. I had to take off my sunglasses and look at my surroundings. I will never forget my first view of the shallow warm turquoise waters of the Bahamas. Third, the women I'd seen so far were absolutely gorgeous! And fourth, the women were absolutely gorgeous! Did I say that already? Oh, well, I ramble... But it only underscores my fourth point - it's been a long time since I'd had sex with a woman. I know it might sound strange since I used to be a woman to be writing about it like this. But that was yesterday. Indeed, yesterday I would have been strolling this very same beach wearing a sexy bikini. Unfortunately neither of us could find any 'Bermuda' shorts that took into account our oversized thighs and glutes (a nice word for the muscles of my ass!). And we had to settle for, yep, you guessed it - 'Speedos'! Only it gets better - or worse depending on your view point. We had to get bikini 'Speedos' with the largest leg openings. Jack's is red and mine is jet black. It took me a bit of time to accept the fact that I had no choice. If I wanted to go to the beach, and I did, I would have to wear next to nothing! For the first time in my life I was going out in public wearing less than I ever had before as a woman. At first it unnerved the both of us to be going out in public with out anything covering our chests. I was relieved to discover that Jack had felt the same way even though his chest was covered with a mat of dark hair. But it would be rather difficult to work on our tans wearing our pullovers. So, when we reached the beach; off they came! I know what you're probably thinking; that we should be used to being guys by now. Christ! It has been over six months now; but this was the first time outside the men's locker room that either of us had exposed so much flesh. And yes, in a manner of speaking we were used to being ogled at. We had been women for decades and quite accustomed to other people taking our physical inventory. In the men's locker room it just didn't seem to be that much of a big deal. We were with other men. But outside of that, walking about all but nude like we were today on the beach took some getting used to. I looked down at my midsection. My suit was the largest that the store had and it could barely contain my machine blessed oversized package. Yes, I was proud of it! I was a man now after all. But a small part of me I admit was somewhat self conscious as I sat there on the beach on my lounger. Just like in the beer commercial on television Jack and I sat in our beach loungers soaking up the sun and drinking beers. I don't know how long I sat there with my feet in the shallow warm water with my body covered in sun screen and my head propped against the back of my chair with my naked eyes closed listening to the surf. I was in heaven let me tell you. I wasn't thinking about anything or anyone and it felt good for a change. I took a deep breath and let it out. 'This was living!' I thought. "If you're not careful you'll burn," I heard a female voice say. I brought my right hand up to my eyes to guard against the sun's glare and looked around. There to my far right stood a woman wearing a white bikini top that held up her large breasts with a strain. She also wore a red sarong wrapped around her waist. She was a native woman. She had light brown skin and black hair that seemed to be naturally wavy. I sat transfixed by her dark brown eyes as she batted her thick eye lashes at me. "You better tell your friend to wake up or he will surely burn as well," she suggested. I turned and looked at Jack. She was right. He was out like a light. I shook him awake with a push of his shoulder. "Wake up Jack!" I said. He came awake with a start and looked at me. "Wake up, I said, or you're toast! According to this woman here -" I told him as I turned back to look at her. But she had already walked on down the beach. I scrambled as quickly as I could out of my lounger. I'm sure I looked like something out of a damn romance novel; only one with Fabio on the cover; with my long blonde hair flying in the wind and my tanned and obviously well built body gliding easily down the beach after her! "Hey, wait up!" I shouted out to her as I sprinted up next to her. Now that I was standing alongside of her I realized she was truly a petite, yet very curvaceous woman. She looked up at me with surprise in those big brown eyes of hers and smiled at me quickly. "Oh, Hello," she added with a coy look on her beautiful face. "You didn't give me a chance to say thank you!" Sunday December 25, 2005 Christmas Morning So that's how I met Nita, which was actually short for Juanita. I ended up walking for quite a way up the beach with her. I was wearing nothing but my black bikini 'Speedo'. I'm not quite sure if my attire or lack thereof embarrassed her or not; but she seemed interested in me, in a shy, coquettish sort of way. All right I admit it. I flirted with her too; which was dangerous when considered the way I was dressed! My heart raced in my chest and I couldn't take my eyes off of hers. I was entranced by her dark beauty. About a half mile up the beach from where I left Jack is one of those outdoor cabanas like in the Tom Cruise movie 'Cocktail'; complete with thatched roof, bar and bartender, and more of the Bahamas gorgeous women as waitresses. It was quite a trap for a near naked man such as me. I wanted to ask Nita to have a drink with me but I had no funds with me. In my haste to catch up with Nita I left what money I had brought to the beach with me in my gym bag. And my gym bag was back with Jack. I don't know if Nita could read my mind or not; but it sure did seem like it when she offered to buy me a drink. I don't know how long I sat in the cabana making time with Nita; it seemed like no time had passed, and yet the nearly set sun told me otherwise. Nita was twenty one, single, beautiful, intelligent, engaging, and a flirt. She was everything that turned me on and more! We made a date for tomorrow evening for dinner. I'm excited. She seemed to like and get my sense of humor; which can make or break a relationship. She actually broke out in hysterical laughter when I told her 'I promise not to overdress for our second date like I had for our first!' Christmas Night 2005 Jack and I spent much of the day at the beach soaking up the sun. Unlike yesterday there was very little native foot traffic on the beach. We recognized a few fellow hotel guest and tourists on the beach this afternoon, but for the most part our holiday was a peaceful one. I dressed for dinner in my new casual tropical suit made of off white light weight cotton with pants that had a pull string tie at the waist. I wore a bright red tank top and over that, the matching jacket. Jack was similarly dressed. We had dinner about five p.m. It consisted of ham, or fish, with potato and your choice of vegetable. Of course we ate and ate and ate. We were on vacation! You won't believe what we ended up doing tonight! We watched porn! As a woman I'd never understood men's fascination with it; but now as a man - I couldn't get enough! "Would you look at the tits on that woman, Justin? She's got to be at least a double D!" exclaimed Jack. "Holy shit!" I said. "She sure has a couple of hands full, doesn't she?" Jack nodded his head as he continued to watch the woman being banged by some male porn star. She was your typical clich?d bleach bottle blonde with breasts that made her a poster for a built in life raft flotation device. Her areolas had to be at least four inches across. I watched in earnest as the back of the man slowed and moved about her as she lay on a bed. He was your typical well muscled sexy stud you would expect to see a lot in porn films; but both Jack and I were unprepared for a full frontal view! "Son of a bitch! He's hung like you, Justin!" shouted Jack as he pointed at the screen. I gasped as I looked at the man's tool on the screen. 'He sure the hell was!' I thought. Well at least I now knew that it was possible to be as well endowed as I now was naturally! "You don't suppose he could've come across a box?" asked Jack suddenly. I grunted. "I suppose it's possible," I said, as I watched him reenter the woman from the rear this time. Thanks, I thought to myself as my now erect penis screamed for attention underneath my pullover. Jack and I had long ago become comfortable being in close quarters together (try living in one room together with someone at the Y for over three months!); seeing each other naked was never an issue between us as women or as men. So it was a given that it was no big deal when I used his bathroom to relieve my throbbing organ. Of course I cleaned up after myself; we may be men, but we were also civilized! "You Okay, dude? I swear you're oversexed!" said Jack as I walked out of the bathroom pulling on my pullover. I nodded. "Aren't you getting hard?" I asked as I stood there looking at him sitting with his back up against the back of the bed. "Yeah, sure I'm there, Dude; but nothing like you." My brow furrowed as I walked over to the chair I had been sitting in and sat back down. "What do you mean?" I asked, knowing full well what he was about to say. "Shit, I guess ignorance truly is bliss!" he retorted as he quickly looked back to the television. "Justin, you're appetite for sex outstrips mine! In fact, it even outstrips all the other men I've ever been involved with. That machine really must have done a number on you're libido, dude!" I swallowed hard as I looked at him. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it now; is there?" I responded, somewhat irritated by his remark. That pretty much wraps up our Christmas Day. We finished watching the porn flick in relative silence and I returned to my own bed. Like I said, drinking beer, working on our tans... chasing women; we were two men on vacation. Monday December 26, 2005 Today, Jack and I got more exercise than we had since we arrived. We went scuba diving! What a gas! I'd tried snorkeling in Florida years ago and enjoyed it; but now as the powerful Justin with fins on my feet I cruised underwater like Justine never could have! The fish we saw swimming among the reefs were breathtaking; we saw schools of many species. I'm not sure of all the scientific names of all the fish that we saw today, but the eel that jumped out at us scared the shit out of the both of us. That is of course until we spotted a small shark of some type way off in the distance. We did as we were told and remained calm and still as we watched it swim off. My heart pounded in my chest as Jack and I looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. Later, we had lunch at the same cabana I'd had a drink with Nita at. But this time the time didn't pass quite as quickly. I wonder why! "Jack I told you I have a date tonight with Nita, right?" I asked as I took another drink of my beer. "Yes, Jack, you told me," he replied as he ate the last of his swordfish. After a brief moment of silence between us I finally asked, "So what are your plans for later tonight?" Jack looked up at me with a raised eyebrow. "I've decided to check out the hotel's discoth?que tonight, Justin," he explained. "Hey, I'm jealous! You know I like to dance!" I exclaimed. "Well, I've seen your dance moves, Justin! I can't compete; probably no one can," he explained as he continued to look at me. "Oh, so you're saying you'll have a better time if I wasn't there?" I asked, knowing full well what he meant. Since I had used the machine to enhance my dance steps Jack knew I could easily draw a small crowd. Jack nodded and grabbed his glass of beer. "I'll check it out tonight and I'll let you know tomorrow if we both should go, Okay?" "That's fine, Jack. I'll be too busy with Nita tonight to be worried about it anyhow." Jack shrugged as he emptied his beer glass. "Besides," I added, "you're on the prowl anyway." He gave me a knowing look and laughed. "Yeah, I guess I will be!" he replied. "I gotta play catch up with you, don't I?" I laughed at that; but I knew his competition with me in the area of sexual conquests was all in jest. Tuesday December 27, 2005 "You promised to tell me all about the discoth?que," I said, as Jack and I walked along the beach in our swimsuits. I long since got over the fact that I was almost naked wearing my swimsuit, besides, my tan was coming along nicely. "And you promised to tell me all about your date with Nita last night!" said Jack. "It's only just after breakfast, give me a break!" I exclaimed. Jack shrugged his muscled shoulders and looked out at the ocean. "Oh, all right," I said, deciding I might as well go first. "Nita is a prude." Jack stopped dead in his tracks. "That luscious creature is a prude?" he asked. I nodded. "Yep," I said, "no sex on the first date, or the second or the third either." Jack blanched. "You've got to be kidding me!" "I wish I was," I replied with a sigh, and started walking again. "Perhaps it's due to the fact that she'd already inspected the goods?" suggested Jack. I turned to face him. He was still standing where I had left him a moment before. "Just what does that mean, my friend?" "Well - look at us? The way we're dressed leaves nothing to the imagination, Justin." "Neither does a micro bikini!" I shot back. Jack's chest rose and he heaved a heavy sigh. "You know what I mean, Justin!" I shook my head. "No, I don't!" "The only thing she hasn't seen is your package! Need I say more?" I shook my head again. "Jack - Nita is a religious girl. Her family -" "Don't tell me, Justin!" he said with a quick raise of a hand, "She's saving herself for marriage?" My shoulders sagged. "Sorry, Dude," he said, as he walked up to me. "At least one of us got lucky last night" he said with a smile as he came to an abrupt halt in front of me. "At the discoth?que I suppose?" Jack smiled. "A native woman?" I asked curiously. "A tourist from Chicago, actually" he responded somewhat smugly. "I see. Do you plan to see her again?" Jack nodded. "Of course, this afternoon we're going to go sailing." "Sailing?" I said. "But you don't know anything about sailing," I added. Jack shrugged. "No matter, she does and we won't be alone. She's asked me to bring a friend." My brow shot heavenward. "Really?" I asked. Jack nodded his handsome head again. "Yes, really. She has a friend along with her on a singles cruise," he explained. My brow furrowed this time. "A single's cruise to the Bahamas," I said half to myself. "Danni hates it!" he said, "She says all the guys there are after only one thing." "Of course!" I said. "It is a single's cruise after all." Jack nodded his head; again agreeing with my statement. "I know it's insane really, but she can't stand being cooped up with all those other singles. She said it surprised the hell out of her to feel the way she does; being single herself." "But?" I said, knowing full well that the other shoe hadn't yet dropped. "But nothing," he said, with a shrug of a shoulder, "she's just looking for a good time without all the pressure." "Pressure?" I inquired with a sideways look at Jack. He nodded again and began to walk once again along the beach. "Yes, being single is such a nasty business, isn't it?" "Tell me about it!" I said as I took a few quick strides in order to catch up with him. Tell me about it. Sailing with Danni and Joy took all afternoon; but was it ever worth it! Danni's sailing expertise really impressed us both, and I know I can speak for Jack when I add: We were glad to be her crew! Of course we excelled at such things as hoisting the sail, dropping the anchor, and tying ropes; we were men with muscle; but did the girls ever have the hustle! I know I wrote earlier that Danni hated being on the cruise ship; but she looked like she was in heaven behind the wheel of our sailboat. We had an excellent sunny afternoon exploring the islands by boat. We anchored in the shallow waters off a tiny deserted island. I will always remember this trip for the sheer beauty of the place. I will always remember Danni and Joy. All four of us of course were in our swimsuits; that is until the girls decided to go skinny dipping. "Come on in! The water is great!" shouted Joy as she threw her bikini onto the sailboat. It landed with slap on the deck about five feet from where Jack and I stood on deck. I looked at Jack who looked at me. "Whadya' think?" I asked as I turned my head back out to the naked woman in the water. "You have to ask!" I heard a stunned Danni say from behind us. I jumped at the sudden sound of her voice. She had been below deck for some reason and we both turned at once and looked at her. Danni already had her top peeled off as she walked towards us. Her gorgeous breasts were full, milky white, and firm. Danni jumped from the boat into the warm water with a splash. The water was so crystal clear that I can still clearly visualize her all too womanly form as she moved about in the water. I knew I was in trouble the second I felt... well, I felt what a man feels when he sees a desirable and attractive young lady. Of course I've never been in such a situation as a man before. What was expected of us; primal animalistic abandon? For a few seconds I couldn't really feel anything but my growing physical need. Then Danni swam up closer to the boat and threw onto the boat her bikini bottom. She gave us both such a come hither look, that, well...all hesitation and worry about exposing my rigid penis evaporated. Foolish? Maybe. But I have to point out once again that we may now be red blooded American males physically; in reality we have been so for only little over six months! We were both just a little bit nervous on how to read the situation as we stood there on the boat. I dove into the inviting water and shot up to the surface almost immediately. I shook my head opened my eyes and looked at the boat. Jack was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I saw his head and broad shouldered torso pop up out of the water. The sun glistened off his backside clear all the way down to his naked ass as his right arm shot up and threw his swim suit onto the boat. I heard one of the girls whistle from somewhere behind me. Jack spun around quickly with a broad smile on his sun tanned face. I grabbed at my skin tight swim suit. I can tell you right now I felt a huge sigh of relief as I realized finally that the water was having an affect on my penis. I pulled my suit off over my now flaccid member. I wondered how Jack had removed his in seemingly one fluid movement; and so quickly too. That wasn't the only thing that happened quickly. The four of us paired off and soon I found myself making out with Joy. I wish I could say that it was just like that movie "From Here to Eternity" with the waves crashing on us as we made love on the beach; but it wasn't. It was more like "Blue Lagoon" and Joy was my Brooke Shields. I felt like an innocent child as I made love to Joy on the sun drenched sand. And I still don't know why I felt that way. There was just something about her that brought out the wonder of a little boy in me; even though I've never been a little boy. Go figure! Wednesday Morning December 28, 2005 I didn't want yesterday to end; but end it did with Joy spending the night with me in my hotel room. As I write this I'm sitting in my hotel room alone. Joy went back to the cruise ship twenty minutes ago to shower and change clothes. I'm also still waiting for Jack to come back from the girls' cruise ship. I can hardly wait to find out what today's adventure will be. Wednesday Afternoon December 28, 2005 The four of us spent yesterday exploring the other attractions besides the beach and water the Bahamas have to offer. I didn't know that there were over seven hundred islands! With only a very small percentage of them inhabited. We rented two motor scooters capable of carrying two passengers each; Jack and I being the alpha males; drove. I think that was my first indication that I was