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TRANS-ATLANTIC part 1
DEPARTURE FROM ROME
Jack Masterson arrived at the cruise terminal in the port of
Civitavecchia, near Rome, Italy. He was a travel writer who owned and
operated a travel website that reviews luxury resorts, hotels, cruise
ships and destinations. He'd been in Europe for a month; traveling and
posting articles on his site about his adventures.
Tonight he began his trip home to the United States, but he wasn't flying.
A Trans-Atlantic cruise on the Holland America Line's ms Rotterdam was a
slower but much more enjoyable way to go. The ship only made Trans-
Atlantic cruises twice a year: in the spring to relocate from the
Caribbean to the Mediterranean, and in the fall to move back to the warm
Caribbean. This 18-day voyage began here at Rome and ended in Fort
Lauderdale, Florida. Ports of call along the way included Monte Carlo,
Barcelona, Malaga, Cadiz, Casablanca, the Canary Islands and the Bahamas.
Jack looked forward to an indulgent adventure and more material for his
website.
Jack's career as a travel writer began as soon as he graduated from Yale.
He freelanced for a few small magazines, built his reputation, and moved
up to bigger and better opportunities. Before starting his own site, Jack
often wrote for four travel websites owned by Mark White. They became good
friends and stayed friends even after Jack branched out on his own.
Mark and his family were booked on this cruise too. Jack looked forward to
seeing him again. The long voyage would be more enjoyable with friends
onboard.
The cruise director met Jack in the terminal and whisked him through the
check-in process. Holland America Line knew Jack's influence on the luxury
travel market, and they were ready to do anything to make his trip a
pleasant one. He was comped to a high-end suite with a private balcony.
"We have a special treat for passengers on this voyage, Mr. Masterson,"
the cruise director said. "The Halloween holiday falls during our trip so
we've scheduled three costume parties. They will take place on nights 3, 7
and 11 of our cruise. Those are days at sea, and the parties should help
keep our guests entertained. We have brought onboard thousands of costumes
for the passengers to choose from. There should be something to fit
anyone's style."
Jack nodded. A Trans-Atlantic cruise naturally included many days at sea
which could become boring for the more restless passengers. The cruise
line was smart to provide additional entertainment. "Sounds like a good
plan. Very thoughtful of you to make the extra effort to entertain
passengers."
Jack's bags would be delivered to his suite, so he headed for the
Explorer's Lounge where he'd arranged to meet Mark. The lounge was
traditionally elegant, with a large mural on the wall, plush seating, and
rich dark woods throughout. Mark was already there, enjoying a beer. Jack
joined him and ordered a beer too.
They chatted and caught up with their lives. Mark explained that his
family was in Italy to celebrate his son's early graduation from high
school.
Mark said, "I'd like to tell you Gene's story, Jack. It's very ... unusual
... and he's had a rough time of it lately. Do you mind if I bend your ear
for a while?"
"Go ahead, Mark," Jack answered. "Is Gene okay?"
"I think so, but let's begin at the beginning," said Mark. "Gene is a
hermaphrodite. He has the penis of a male, but all his other features are
female."
Jack's eyes bulged but he didn't interrupt.
Mark continued, "We didn't realize it until he hit puberty. His testicles
never descended and he was smaller and more feminine than the other boys.
We eventually got him to a doctor and learned the truth. By that time Gene
was beginning his junior year in high school and he was adamant about
continuing to live as a boy until he graduated. We agreed. We used ace
bandages to wrap Gene's chest and flatten his growing breasts.
"Midway through Gene's junior year the doctor gave him testosterone
blocker and hormone shots to prepare for his eventual transition and
further development as a girl. Well, the effects came faster than any of
us expected. Gene got softer and curvier fast! The kids at school picked
on him because of his 'bubble butt' and girlish face. And the ace bandages
were unable to completely hold down his expanding breasts." Mark paused to
take another drink.
Jack took a swig too. He needed it.
Mark continued the bizarre tale, "Gene wasn't going to make it through
another year of high school like that one. He hated the verbal abuse he
got at school and he became a loner with no friends at all. Luckily he
only needed a few more credits to graduate, so he went to summer school
and finished up. He graduated in August.
"We decided to bring him to Italy as a reward for graduating early and
working through this difficult time. We planned for him to begin living as
a girl as soon as we arrived in Italy. Nobody knew him here so we thought
it would be easier for him.
"The plan didn't work because Gene absolutely refused to begin life as a
girl. He wore his boy clothes and continued to try to cover up the changes
in his body. But his hair is long and thick and his body has curves
everywhere. Frankly, he looked ridiculous, but that kid is as stubborn as
a mule.
"So I decided to lay down the law. Before we boarded the ship I threw away
all his male clothes. I swear to God if 'she' doesn't show up at dinner
tonight looking like a girl I will put her over my knee and spank her!"
Mark fumed.
Jack's jaw hung open. "I'm stunned, Mark. I can't imagine what Gene is
going through; just being a teenager is tough enough. Hell, it's obviously
been hard on all of you. Can I do anything to help?"
"Yes, thank you Jack. Just interact with her as you would with any girl,"
Mark explained. "She's going to need all the positive reinforcement she
can get. When she sees that someone who knew her as a boy can accept her
as a girl ... well ... it should help her get over the hump."
"No problem, Mark," Jack assured him. "I'd never do anything to embarrass
the kid, and now that I'm forewarned I can act like nothing has changed."
"Thanks, Jack," Mark replied. "I knew we could count on you."
"What name will she use now?" Jack asked.
"Fortunately she can keep her name. The spelling will just change from G-
E-N-E to J-E-A-N."
Mark and Anne arranged for Jack to be seated with them in the ship's big
La Fontaine dining room at a table for six. The main dining room was large
enough to accommodate all the passengers in two seatings. It was decorated
in flashy golds and blues. The ceiling was tall and some of the tables
were on a balcony that circled the room.
Jack was the fourth to arrive - Mark, Anne and their 'daughter' Jean were
already standing by their seats. Jean was to be seated at the end of one
side of the table, with Jack next to her across from Anne and Mark. Jack
was careful not to stare at Jean.
Before Jack could say anything, the last two people at their table
arrived. The man was old, maybe 80, and moved slowly. With him was an
absolutely gorgeous woman about Jack's age -- 30. She looked familiar, and
it only took his mind a few moments to make the connection. She was
Veronika Zenova, "adult" model!
Veronika was one of the icons of the early years of the Internet. Jack had
spent more time than he cared to admit happily searching for her photos
online. She retired a couple years ago, but still had the looks that made
her famous.
Her face was as beautiful as ever -- the classic graceful features of her
Czech heritage were unlined by age. Long brunette hair spilled over her
shoulders and her pale blue sweater. A knee-length white skirt completed
her outfit.
That outfit was entirely ordinary, but the body that filled it was not.
Veronika's full DD breasts stretched the sweater above her narrow waist.
The skirt wrapped a well-rounded butt and strong tapered legs.
Any man could see that this woman was gorgeous, but her arrival at Jack's
dinner table meant more for him. Veronika was his ideal female form. To
him, she transcended normal human beauty. She was God's own work of art.
Jack had admired hundreds of photos of Veronika nude. To have her suddenly
appear in the flesh was bizarre and disorienting. It was like finding a
unicorn grazing on his front lawn.
Jack could only stare in reverent silence.
Veronika was used to that reaction from men and ignored the silly huge man
next to her. "Hello, I am Veronika Zenova and this is my uncle Max
Zenova," she said to break the ice.
Max grinned. "My niece is taking me for my first trip to America. I no fly
so we take ship."
Mark had a twinkle in his eye when he introduced himself to the group
(with impressively short lingering eye contact with Veronika. He was a man
who knew how to restrain himself when standing next to his wife.) Anne was
disconcerted by the model's descent from the heavens to sit at their
table, but managed to gracefully introduce herself.
Anne also introduced her daughter Jean. Jack gave Jean a long look and was
amazed that this person lived as a boy until today. He thought she looked
good, pretty even.
Jean blushed deep red. Almost as red as her long wavy red hair -- Jack had
always liked redheads. She was tallish for a girl, about 5'8" and fit,
maybe 130 pounds. Full C-cup breasts nicely filled her green blouse. Her
black slacks showed off an ass that Jack thought any girl would die for.
He couldn't imagine her in boy's clothes.
Jean mumbled a quick "hi." She'd met Jack Masterson a couple times in the
past -- he was one of her father's best friends from work. And she knew
that Jack's wife died in a car accident a couple years ago. Her parents
mentioned him several times leading up to this trip, and always in glowing
terms, but she had no idea he was so big! He made her feel tiny and girly.
And that made her depressed. She prayed that he wouldn't call her out as a
freak!
At any other table a pretty girl like Jean would've been the center of
male attention. But at this table she was like the light of a table lamp
compared to Veronika's brilliance of the midday sun.
Jack managed to regain his wits in time to introduce himself last.
As Jack took his seat between Veronika and Jean, Max said, "This must be
table where they put all beautiful women and big men."
It was true -- Anne was also a good looking woman, although at 44 she
wasn't in the class of Veronika or Jean any longer. And the men were all
seriously big. Jack was 6'6" and 230 pounds. Mark was huge -- 6'3" and
maybe 280 pounds. Max was around 6'2" and 200 pounds.
The table enjoyed an excellent steak dinner and everyone got along well.
They discussed the cruise and their lives.
Jack told Veronika, Max, Anne and Jean about his work as a travel writer
and the article he'd write about this cruise. "The Cruise Director will
give me a tour and I'll take plenty of photos," he explained, then he had
a thought. Jack turned to Veronika and said, "It would be a coup to have
you in my photos, Veronika. Will you model for me? I can pay."
Veronika quickly dashed his hopes. "I don't ever want to be in another
photo," she replied. "But maybe Jean can help you. She is a beautiful
girl." Veronika looked past me to smile at Jean.
Jean blushed and she quickly shook her head no. "I don't think I could do
that."
Anne spoke up, "Jean! I don't want you moping about your cabin for the
whole 18 days of this cruise. This will give you something to do, and
you'll be paid!" To Jack she explained, "Jean has never had a job in her
life. I encourage her but she's so shy that it's hard for her to be out in
public."
"Mom!" Jean whined. The dinner had gone well up to now and Jean had begun
to relax, but now all of her frustrations boiled to the surface. "Okay
I'll do it!" Jean blurted out, surprising everyone including herself.
"Umm, great," Jack responded. That didn't go the way he hoped but the
second best model is far better than no model at all. Maybe the photo
shoot would help Jean learn that she can easily be accepted as a girl.
After dessert, Jean leaned close to Jack and whispered, "T-thank you for
not, like, saying anything about my change. Did my dad tell you about me?"
She was blushing.
Jack whispered, "Yes, he prepared me, but you did very well tonight Jean.
I don't think you'll have any problems. You're very natural as a girl."
Jean's blush deepened. "Thanks - I guess. It's still real weird for me.
I'm sorry you got dragged into my messed up life."
"It's no problem, Jean. Try to relax and enjoy the cruise. If there's
anything I can do to help, just ask."
"Thanks Jack."
Veronika invited Anne and Jean to stroll around the promenade deck with
her. "We will walk off that pie," she said. Max headed for the casino; he
was an avid gambler.
That left Mark and Jack to go to a lounge for a drink. "Veronika is
something else, isn't she? Wow! I wouldn't mind being out on deck in the
moonlight with her right now," Jack exclaimed.
"You could've gone with the girls, Jack. Don't let me hold you back."
Jack shook his head no. "We clearly weren't invited. Hens only. But this
is an 18-day cruise. Plenty of time to get up the courage to make a pass
at the amazing Ms. Zenova." Jack leaned a little closer to Mark and
lowered his voice. "Have you seen her photos?"
"Oh yeah," Mark laughed. "I'm married, not dead. She's a perfect babe!"
"My thoughts exactly. And fate has thrown her right into my path. It's too
bad she's out of my league."
Mark shrugged. "Maybe not. You're a big, strong, good-looking guy with a
nice business. That's a lot of points in your favor."
"I'm not getting my hopes up," Jack replied, "but it will be fun being
around her."
"Have you dated at all since Eva died?" Mark asked with concern.
"No. Not really."
"It's been two years, Jack. Time to get back in the swim." Then he changed
the subject. He remarked, "Dinner went well, don't you think? Jean did
better than I thought she would, and you were a big help. Thanks, Jack."
"No problem. Jean looks good as a girl, Mark. Nobody would guess she was a
boy until today," Jack said honestly. "Maybe she'll make friends with
Veronika. That'd be a hell of a role model for her."
Mark chuckled. "Yes, hard to find a woman more feminine than Veronika. I
was stunned when Jean agreed to model for you!"
"Me too," Jack admitted. "I think she did it just to show Anne that she
could."
"Probably," Mark agreed. "Jean is tired of us pushing her all the time."
He made a toast, "Here's to good beginnings."
Their glasses clinked. "I'll drink to that," said Jack.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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