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AF: The Accountant's Vacation By Olivia Evans I was nearly knocked over by the tiny blonde as I walked through the front door. Before I could even say, "Hi Honey, I'm home!" I was given a deep kiss. "Wow, what brought that on?" I asked looking down at Sharon, my beautiful five foot two wife. "Not that I'm complaining, mind?," She gave me another kiss, instantly shutting me up. Sharon smiled sweetly. "Just missed you, that's all." I had really missed my lovely Sharon as well. In spite of our lengthy telephone calls every night while I was gone, nothing compared to being together. I wrapped my arms around her and replied, "missed you too, honey." We kissed tenderly for a few minutes, before Sharon slipped out of my arms. She smiled up at me. "So, how did your meeting with the district attorney go?" We sat on the couch holding hands while I told her everything that happened. I had just completed a two month job in the Pacific Northwest. Sharon and I were co-owners of "Bryan A. O'Neal and Associates", a small (two partners, Sharon and myself!) accounting consultation practice. We are forensic accountants ? where fraud or embezzlement is suspected we find and follow the money trail. The John Glassware Company contract had been tougher than I had originally thought, and I was very, very happy to be done with it. Walter Brown, the CEO of the company had been the nastiest piece of work I had ever had the displeasure to work with. I finally made a breakthrough when he had suddenly taken sick and the senior Financial Officer took over. She provided me with the financial records that proved that the CEO had been misappropriating huge amounts of money from the company. He had in fact, nearly run the company into bankruptcy. In cases of this nature, nine times out of ten, I testify in court about my findings. Not in this case, however. The CEO had managed to leave the country to parts unknown before he could be arrested. By the time I tracked down where he had stashed the money, he had already cleaned out the off shore accounts. I turned over my documentation and evidence to the local district attorney with a promise to testify if Brown was ever caught and went home. "And now that I'm done, I've got six weeks before my next contract begins. Anything special you'd like to do?" "Well, I have been thinking that we could use a vacation, a real vacation together for a change," Sharon said. "A vacation?" I chuckled. "I have a vacation every time I'm between contracts." That was almost true. I had six weeks before I would meet with the management of my next client. We really didn't need the work. We could now afford to pick and chose the clients we wanted to help and our fees were high enough that we only needed to work five or six months out of the year. I had already decided that when I reached the ripe old age of 30, I would sell the company and retire. By then the company's liquid assets should be slightly over two point five million plus whatever I could get for what would basically be a business license and a lot of good will. We would be able to keep most of it, the only debts the company had was the mortgage of our house and twenty-five acres of land in the country. It wasn't an "in your face fortune" by any means, but with the investments already we had, it would allow us to live comfortably until we decided what to do next. "For you, it's a vacation, for me, its 'business' as usual," Sharon replied, not without a slight hint of bitterness in her voice. We had gone over this before, being a stay at home wife, all Sharon had to do was to maintain our rather large house and handle the office work for me. As we had no children at the time, it should have been easy work, but Sharon had grown increasingly unhappy doing it. "Maybe if we had children," she resumed, "it wouldn't be so boring just staying home all the time." At the mention of having a child, I winced inwardly. We had both agreed not to have any kids until my business was successful enough to support us all. "Just another year, honey, then we can start on the family you want," I replied sincerely. Sharon smiled, "Promise?" "Promise," I said opening my arms to her. She stepped inside of my open arms and I pulled her closer. I kissed her deeply a few times before continuing. "Now, what to you say to a little practice until the big time comes?" She giggled and snuggled closer. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," she laughed. "I never could resist you when you kiss me like that." "I know," I laughed, "that's why I do it." "Leave your bags here, darling, and let's do something about it. You can unpack later," she looked deeply into my eyes, fluttered her eyelashes and added "much latter." I laughed as I followed Sharon to the master bedroom. That was one of the things I loved most about Sharon. She loved sex! My bags were still sitting unpacked on the floor by the front door the following morning. -0-0-0- "Well, have you decided what you'd like to do?" I asked Sharon the following morning over breakfast. We had both showered and dressed casually, I in a pair of shorts and t-shirt, Sharon in just a pair of panties and of one of my old t-shirts that she sometimes wore to bed. We had no plans to go anywhere, so I thought nothing of her choice of garments. "Actually, I have been planning a little something for almost a month," Sharon confessed. "I've been doing a lot of research on the internet, and found some real vacation bargains." "Really? Like what?" I asked growing interested. "Oh, like a world cruise," she responded. "Of course, that would be rather expensive, about $40,000 each and would take the entire six weeks." Her suggestion surprised me. Sharon, partially through necessity and partially because that was her nature, had become very frugal during the early years of our marriage while I was struggling to get the business off the ground. The last couple of years when the money started to roll in, she had eased off a little (our large home on 25 acres of land in the country was the main example). But old habits died hard and Sharon remained very frugal, sometimes almost to the point of being cheap. Sensing that Sharon was having a little fun with me, I decided to play along. "Hmm, I'd have to renew our passports and get a second on the house, but we could probably swing it." "But then, I figured, no, we'd probably have to get a second on the house, and decided against a world cruise," Sharon continued as if I hadn't said anything. "Then I came across the perfect vacation!" "What?" "You like amusement parks, especially those theme parks with a lot of roller coasters don't you?" Sharon asked. "You know I do," She had hit upon the one burning passion I'd had since I was old enough to ride them. I love roller coasters, the bigger, the faster, the better. Whenever my work was near a theme park, I would sneak away for a few hours and ride the coasters. I even had joined the American Coaster Enthusiasts, or ACE. Which reviews and grades all of the coasters in the US. The organization's quarterly newsletter was well worn before I finally tossed it. Smiling as if she had hit a huge jackpot, Sharon got up from the breakfast table and disappeared into the breakfast nook just off the kitchen she used as her "office". A moment later she returned carrying a large envelope and two paper grocery bags, a small sack lunch sized one and the other a full sized bag. Setting the paper bags aside for the moment, she emptied the envelope on the table, the dirty dishes forgotten for a moment. I reached over and picked up a couple of brochures for a major amusement park in Florida. I had never been there before, but had heard through a number of friends that shared my interest of roller coasters that the park had some of the best in the country. I could almost feel the "g-forces" of the ride just by looking at the photographs in the brochures. "You're kidding, right?" I asked. Grinning, Sharon shook her head. "I booked us for an entire month at the park hotel. Got a suite at a very reasonable price." "A month? Isn't that a little much?" I asked. I didn't really care about the money; we certainly could have afforded it. It was the time I wasn't comfortable with. I thought about all those boxes just waiting for me in the office. "I think we can afford it, especially since we'll be there on the family plan," Sharon replied with a little smile. Family plan? I looked up from the brochure I had been studying. Well sure, that made sense; we were a family of two, weren't we? "I even got a bargain on our airline tickets," Sharon grinned as she slid a pair of tickets across the table. I picked them up and read the first one made out to "S. O'Neal", Sharon's ticket. I was astonished at what I read next. "Round trip first class? We're flying first class?" I usually flew business class when I traveled. Even then, only because it was a deductible business expense. "I told you that I got a real deal on the airline tickets, two for a little more than the price of one." Sharon was smiling broadly. "They were even less than two round trip business class tickets." In spite of myself I was impressed. I began reading the second ticket and stopped short after I had read the name "B. (for Bryan) O'Neal". "Wait a minute! This is a half fare child's ticket!" I glanced at the pile in front of Sharon. I didn't see any other tickets. "What gives? I thought we were going together?" "We are, the full fare ticket is mine, that one is yours." "Mine! But it's a child's ticket. I'd never be able to convince anyone that I was a kid!" There was no way I could pass for a child, not at 6 foot, two inches and 195 pounds. I glanced at the ticket again. It still said it was a child's ticket. "I don't think that we'll have a problem with that little detail," Sharon laughed softly. "That's a little detail?" I snorted. I think the last time I had been "carded" was shortly after my sixteenth birthday. Sharon grew serious for a moment. "Bryan, do you trust me? I mean, really trust me?" Taken aback slightly by the sudden change in her mood, I nodded. "Yes, of course I trust you." "Then I want to tell you a little story, and then I'll ask you the same question again." "Okay," I agreed, wondering where this was leading. "Do you remember about a week after you had left when you called and said I sounded a little hoarse?" I nodded, thinking back to the night when Sharon's voice had sounded a little strange, a little huskier and deeper than normal. She had said that she had a sore throat and could barely speak above a whisper. The following night her voice had sounded normal, and I hadn't thought any more about it until now. "I didn't have a sore throat, in fact, I felt terrific. But I wasn't exactly myself when you called. I was someone else. An adolescent male someone else, to be exact." "An adolescent male? What are you taking about? Is this some kind of joke?" "No, it's not a joke. Please let me explain, then you'll understand," Sharon said. "The day you called I had been shopping in my favorite thrift store. I wanted some old work clothes to wear when I repainted the kitchen," I glanced around at the kitchen walls, they looked the same as they always had. Seeing my glance, Sharon laughed, "I never did get around to doing any painting. Anyway, back to my story. I bought a pair of used jeans, a couple of old long sleeved men's dress shirts to paint in, a denim mini skirt and a couple of tops that I thought would fit me. As I was paying for the clothes, I spotted in something in the counter display case that I thought might be kind of funky to wear. It was this," Sharon opened the smaller of the two paper bags and pulled out a cheap looking necklace. Hanging from the chain was an old bronze medallion. When I reach for it to inspect it closer Sharon surprised me by snatching her hand away. "Not yet, you'll get a chance to see it later." "As I was saying, when I returned home, I tossed everything, except the medallion which I had put on, into the wash and ate lunch while I was waiting for the wash to finish. When the washer stopped, I started to toss the washing into the dryer. Somehow, one of the shirts brushed against the medallion. I felt a slight tingle, but didn't think anything about it until about ten minutes later when my shorts began to feel tight around the waist. Within minutes, the waistband had grown so tight, I had to take them off. When I did, I received what has to have been the biggest shock of my life. I had a small lump in my panties that was growing larger as I watched. About then my bra straps began to dig into me as though they had instantly shrunk about four sizes. Before I could even think about removing it, the hooks straightened and it fell loose. By then, I could tell that I was growing in all directions, including taller. Half an hour later, it was all over but for the shouting, I was an entirely different person!. It took some experimentation but I finally figured out how this thing works. It seems that if you touch something that's been worn by someone else to the medallion, you change into that person, at least physically. I also found out that if you touch something that's never been worn, you change to fit the garment." I stared at my beautiful wife incredulously, suspecting that she was telling me an elaborate joke. Magic necklace, indeed! "Are you telling me that thing," I pointed at the necklace, "changed you into someone else? Who?" "I ended up being a teenaged boy about fifteen or so. I was quite cute, actually," Sharon grinned, "At first, it was a terrifying experience. Later, after I found out how to control the magic, I had a lot of fun with it." "Control it? You mean you found out how to change yourself back to normal?" I hesitated, mentally slapping myself on the forehead "Sorry, stupid question, obviously you did, otherwise we wouldn't be here discussing this, would we?" "It takes twelve hours for the medallion to work again, it takes that long to recharge itself, or maybe it's for your body to recover. I'm not sure which." I thought about what Sharon had said for a moment. Assuming what she was telling me was true, then ... "What did you mean you had a lot of fun with it? What did you do?" "Remember I had purchased a couple of tops, some jeans and a denim skirt? Well, over the next couple of days, I tried the medallion on all of them. One of the tops changed me into a very attractive teenaged black girl, the other into a woman about thirty five, who was even shorter than I am and very overweight. When I tried the denim mini skirt the change surprised the hell out of me even more than when I changed into the teenaged boy...," Sharon paused, a mystic smile on her lips. "Well, what happened?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. "Well, to make a long story short, I changed into.... " Sharon paused for the dramatic effect as she took a sip of her coffee. "Sharon... what happened?" I demanded. "Okay, okay, don't get your panties in a bunch," Sharon giggled, obviously enjoying the moment of suspense she'd created.. "I changed into young man about twenty years old!" "A man! You're saying it had been a man wearing the mini skirt?" I laughed. "Well, he had the legs for it," Sharon shrugged. "They were long, shapely and obviously had been freshly shaved when he had last worn the skirt. He was very slender, about five seven, had dark brown hair down to the middle of his back and sported a really nice looking pair of "B" cup breasts, real breasts by the way. Made quite a nice looking girl really, except for the extra package between his legs." "That had to have been weird! But, what has all this got to do with our vacation?" I asked although I thought I had already suspected the answer. "Simple, I'm going to use the medallion to change you into a child around twelve or so years old." I leaned back in my chair and laughed. "This is a joke right? You printed those tickets up on the computer, right? There's no way that thing," I pointed to the medallion in her hand, "could change anyone. A magic medallion! No such thing!" I laughed again. Sharon smiled, slipping the medallion's chain over her head. "I figured you wouldn't believe me without a little demonstration. I'm going to use the medallion to change into the new Sharon O'Neal." I laughed again, "I like the original Sharon. Don't change on my account." While I was still very skeptical, I was beginning to have doubts. What if Sharon wasn't joking, what if that odd looking medallion could change someone into someone else? "Watch carefully" Sharon smiled. She dug into the other paper bag and pulled something out. Seeing that it was a bra, I relaxed, half expecting to see my wife turn into the teenaged boy she had described. Wouldn't that have been a kick in the pants! It was then that I noticed that the bra cups looked much larger than what she normally wore. They had to have been "D's" at least. But why would she want to.... I mean, Sharon is a very slender and petite woman at five foot two. She wore a size 3, and had well shaped 32 "A" cup breasts that looked great on her. I had never heard her express any dissatisfaction with her breast size before. And I certainly hadn't any desire for her to be larger on top. So why was she was going to "D", assuming the medallion worked the way she said it had? She touched the bra to the medallion. It was anticlimactic to say the least. I had half expected something like a cloud of smoke to appear. I suddenly remembered that Sharon had said that it took half an hour. I sat back and waited for her to laugh and say "got ya!" Only she didn't. It wasn't until she stood and removed her t-shirt that I fully realized what she had done. My petite five foot two inch wife was now about five nine. Proportionally she looked nearly the same as before, only taller with slightly larger breasts, a size 36 "B" I guessed (correctly it turned out). The most striking thing about her were her legs, long and lean, yet with a well defined shape about them that fairly screamed "dancer". "You like?" Obviously pleased with her new look, Sharon smiled brightly and turned around in a circle. "I told you that new clothing changed you to fit the garment, but you didn't ask me how I knew. It took me a week and a whole new wardrobe to 'build' this look, but I think it was worth it." I nodded enthusiastically. "I like it very much." "Okay, now it's your turn," Sharon replied. She took off the medallion and set it on the table. "No way!" Sharon just looked at me, a smile on her face. "No. Absolutely not!" Sharon continued to smile silently. She gently pushed the child's first class airline ticket toward me and pointed at the words, "Non- refundable". I shook my head. Seeing my resolve, she pushed the prepaid park reservations next to the ticket. Next came the brochure with its colorful pictures of the rides. Damn, Sharon knew how to play hard ball when she wanted to. I really wanted to ride those ?coasters. "How long did you say before you can change again?" I sighed as I picked up my ticket. "Twelve hours. And before you ask, yes it's safe. I've used the medallion at least two dozen times and I'm perfectly okay. A while ago, I asked you to trust me. Well, honey, you'll have to trust me when I say that everything is going to be alright, and we're going to have a wonderful and fun vacation." "How about just during the flight to Florida?" I asked trying to work out a compromise. "It's a round trip, remember?" "Okay, both ways," I sighed. I couldn't see any way out of traveling as a young child, not with the tickets we had. And I really did want to ride those roller coasters! I figured that once we got to the park, I could change back, then back into the kid just before we returned home. No big deal, 24 hours of being a kid again might be kind of interesting. "Why a twelve year old anyway?" I asked, stalling for time. "As I said, I got a terrific bargain on the tickets. I had thought seriously of a younger age than twelve, say five or six, and had even bought a couple of things for that age. But I decided against it for a number of reasons," Sharon admitted. "Twelve is a good age, it's still below the age limit for a child's fare and yet old enough to be more or less self sufficient. Anything younger might prove to be awkward." "Awkward? And being a twelve year old isn't?" At twelve, a child is still largely dependent upon their patents for everything. I looked at the brochure again. A month! Damn! "Alright, I guess I don't have much of a choice do I?" "Not unless you want to pay full fare for another first class ticket," Sharon smiled. "Although, I doubt if you could at this late date." "Late date? When are we scheduled to leave?" Sharon glanced at the clock above the sink. "Our flight leaves at noon today." "Today?" I glanced at the time. It was 8:30, that didn't give us much time to pack and make the one hour drive to the airport. Sharon read my mind. "Don't worry, I packed everything I need yesterday before you got home and you're still packed from your trip, remember?" "Okay, now what?" "Now you put that on," Sharon pointed at the necklace. I slipped the chain over my head and waited expectantly. -0-0-0- "Nothing is happing," I told Sharon. Sharon merely smiled and reached back into the paper bag. She pulled out what looked like a folded pair of denim shorts and quickly touched the medallion with it. I felt a pronounced tingle as if I had received a static electric shock. "Stand up and take your clothes off, but leave the medallion on. I want to watch what happens," Sharon commanded as she laid the shorts on the table. Reluctantly, I stood and removed my clothes. We watched as my body shrank and grew slimmer. My body hair began to retract into my body and except for a tiny patch of very light downy fuzz in my groin, which soon disappeared completely, leaving me feeling more naked than when I had taken my clothes off. In spite of the tremendous changes in my stature, I felt no pain, only a slight tingling, as if I was in a hot tub full of champagne. Of course the changes didn't end there. It was weird watching my adult genitals as they began to shrink down to those of a child's. I was distracted a few minutes later when I saw a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of my eye. I could actually feel it growing longer, first touching my shoulders then inching its way down to the middle of my back. I pulled a few strands to look at it closer, it was the same color as Sharon's, a golden honey blonde. Surprised, I look up at Sharon who was now about nine inches taller than I was. That made me shorter than Sharon had been originally! "Why did it change my hair color?" I asked in a voice that was suddenly two octaves higher than my own. Suddenly suspicious of what was transpiring, I glanced down just in time to see my male genitals disappear into my body! Simultaneously, I felt my hips expand slightly and two small bumps, (breasts!) growing on my otherwise thin flat chest. By the time the changes were compete, there was no question that the medallion had changed me in to a young adolescent girl! I suppose that most men would have grabbed their groins, screamed and fainted away. The truth was that I was close to doing that very thing at the moment. What stopped me? Perhaps it was the novelty of the situation. I felt no discomfort (at least physically) in fact I suddenly felt... not exactly excited, more intrigued at suddenly finding myself a member of the fairer sex. "I've changed into you when you were this age, haven't I?" it was more of a statement than a question. The big grin on Sharon's face gave me the answer. "Close, but not quite, I made a few changes. You're taller with longer legs and beginning to developing a figure. I thought an "A" cup would be just about right instead of the flat chest I had until I was sixteen. You're going to need to wear a training bra, honey," Sharon chuckled. "A bra!" I exclaimed horrified. Sharon just smiled. I stared down at the two small bumps on my chest. A little too small to be called real breasts, yet obviously something that wouldn't be on a boy's chest. They itched a little. I had the sudden urge to cover my chest with one arm and my girlish crotch with the other. Maybe a training bra wasn't such a bad idea after all. "Why a girl, why not a boy instead?" I asked, brushing a stray strand of blonde hair from my face. "Here, turn around and let me fix your hair in a ponytail to keep it out of your eyes." "You're evading the question! Why a girl?" "Because I know more about little girls than I do about little boys. Besides, it will be a once in a lifetime experience for you. It will be a lot of fun, trust me." "Yeah, I just bet it will," I mumbled as I looked down at my nearly hairless, pre-teen girl's body. "Okay, you're done. Now, take off the medallion and set it on the table. Oh, and you'd better start getting dressed. The rest of the outfit you'll be wearing on the flight is in the bag." Watching Sharon out of the corner of my eye, I reached into the paper bag that had contained the medallion and the pair of shorts. I pulled out a pale pink t-shirt with cap sleeves, a pair of white cotton panties and a matching pull over training bra with a little pink bow between the cups. The bag still wasn't empty so I reached inside again and pulled out a pair of girl's leather thong style sandals with a flat sole. And almost barefoot, I thought as I inspected them. It could have been worse, I sighed as I pulled on the panties. It did get worse, what I had thought was a pair of denim shorts, was actually a short, five pocket jeans style denim skirt. Oh, crap, I thought as I pulled them over the slight, but noticeable flair of my girlish hips and up around my narrow waist. I zipped up the fly which, of course, faced the wrong direction and made the skirt hug my hips as though it was made for them. I paused for a moment, a bizarre thought crossing my mind. If the zipper was called a fly on a pair of pants, was it still called a fly if it was on a skirt? What about if it was on the side or back? As I was struggling to put on the training bra, I noticed Sharon had removed her t-shirt and put on the bra that had changed her. It took me a moment or two to figure out what was wrong with what I was seeing. Normally, when I saw Sharon half undressed like that, I would become aroused. Now I felt nothing but idle curiosity. I figured that it was either because we were both girls, well, at least both females, or because as an adolescent my hormones hadn't kicked in yet. Probably a little of both, I decided. Glancing at me Sharon picked up the medallion and smiled. "When you're done dressing, come to the bedroom. I need to get dressed." I quickly finished dressing and headed toward our bedroom. When I reached our bedroom a few minutes later, Sharon had already changed in to a new pair of shorts and top. She was sitting on the bed slipping her bare feet into a pair of sandals that resembled my own, only a little more substantial and with a one inch high wedge heel. "Sharon, what I said about not wanting to you change anything about yourself? Well, I really like that body," I said. "Good, I've already decided that when our vacation is over I'm keeping it. You know, I 'reverse engineered' your pre-teen body from this one. If you stayed a girl, this is what you'd look like when you grew up. Wouldn't that be fun?" "Uh, no thanks," I replied. "I'm happy the way I am." "As a twelve year old girl?" Sharon laughed. Blushing, I replied, "You know what I mean. A boy, I mean a man," I hastily corrected. Sharon laughed again. "I've been both and I like being a girl better. You might like it too." "That's because you have a whole life time of experience being a girl, just as I've had being a boy," I retorted. "I suppose so," Sharon conceded. "By the way, I decided that your name should be Britney Anne O'Neal. That way you can keep your same initials." Britney Anne? Yuck! What parent in their right mind would name a poor defenseless baby that! "And what do I call you? Mommy?" I asked half sarcastically. "Mommy? Heavens no, I would have had to have given birth to you when I was only fifteen for you to be nearly thirteen. I'm your older and much sexier sister." "Sexier! No way," I struck what I thought was a sexy pose and pouted, causing Sharon to laugh again. "Come on, it's time to get going," Sharon said sobering. I grabbed my suitcase and nearly fell over. Who had nailed the damn thing to the floor? Sharon chuckled and picked up my suitcase along with her own. With her bringing up the rear, I raced to the car. Eleven more hours and three thousand miles to go before I could be myself again. I could hardly wait until I got my "new and improved" wife in bed. What a hottie she had turned out to be. Of course, I forgot that I was the junior version of that very same body. -0-0-0- The flight was long and not being able to really get into the Nancy Drew mystery Sharon had brought for me read, a little bit on the boring side. Although the meal was good as any found on an airline, I found I just couldn't finish it all. Smaller stomach I guess. I had quickly discovered that my seat, designed for the adult traveler, really wasn't comfortable to a child. I found that if I took my sandals off and tucked my legs under my rear, I was more comfortable. It was a position that I never would have been able to achieve as the adult male I really was. Sharon was given a complimentary glass of white wine, while I was only allowed to have a soft drink, another disadvantage of childhood. About half way through the flight, the soft drink caught up with me. "Sharon?" "What is it Britney?" I motioned her to lean over so I could whisper in her ear. "I have to go to the bathroom." Sharon glanced up, looking around. "It's the little door by the galley, dear." Annoyed, I hissed. "I know where it is, I need to know what am I supposed to do." "Well, to begin with, I would suggest you pull your skirt up, your panties down and sit...." Rolling my eyes in disgust, I interrupted, "Never mind, I'll figure it out myself," I unbuckled my seat belt, slipped my feet into my sandals and began to inch my way past Sharon. "And don't forget to wipe," she laughed quietly. I shot her a dirty look and eased out into the isle. A moment later I had enter the small restroom and had locked the door behind me. I stared at the toilet for a moment, Okay, now what? I asked myself. I turned around, hiked up my skirt and pulled my panties down. The seat was colder than I expected, causing my body to tense up. Fortunately, the pressure in my bladder was strong enough that I didn't have to think much about what I was doing as it emptied itself with a surprisingly strong stream. Less than ten seconds later, I was done. I sat there for a moment, trying to figure out what had just happened. As full as my bladder had felt, if I'd still been myself, I would have peed for at least a minute longer. Either my bladder was smaller than I had thought, or girls had a more efficient plumbing system that emptied itself faster. And if the latter was true, why was there always a long line at the women's restroom? With that thought still fresh in my mind, I grabbed a handful of toilet paper, wiped myself dry and reached for the flush handle. Ever flush an airline toilet while you were sitting on it with your bare butt hanging out? For a split second, I thought I was going to be sucked right thorough that little trap door in the bottom of the toilet. Sharon glanced up as I returned to my seat. "Well, how did it go?" My terse reply of "Interesting," caused Sharon to laugh out loud, which made me even madder. "Enjoy it while you can," I snapped, "as soon as we hit the hotel, Britney is out of here." "I'm sorry honey, it's just that the expression on your face was priceless," Sharon said fighting back her laughter. She was silent for a moment, then leaned over and asked, "Did you remember to put the seat back down when you were done?" I spent most of the rest of the flight with my arms and legs crossed glaring through the window at the clouds far below us. By the time we were preparing to land I was beginning to see the humor in the situation and was back on speaking terms with Sharon. All in all, except for the restroom incident, it wasn't a bad flight, just boring. To top it off, just before we deplaned, one of the flight attendants pinned a pair of shiny gold plastic wings on my shirt. If I hadn't notice that it said future flight attendant, I would have been very pleased with it. As a kid I had the usual dreams of being a pilot when I grew up. Now it seemed that all I was qualified for was a flight attendant! As the hotel shuttle brought us closer to our hotel, I became more excited. Nearly twelve hours had passed and once we had checked in and unpacked, I could use the medallion again and really enjoy our vacation. It was nearly 11 at night when the plane landed, so it would have to be the next day before I could go to the park proper. I figured that I could spend the time getting intimately acquainted with Sharon's new body. It seemed like forever before Sharon finished registering. Not surprising I suppose, because since we had married, that job had been mine and having spent a lot of time in different hotels over the last five years, I was good at it, knowing what information was really needed, and what wasn't necessary. Well, soon enough it would be mine again. The thought of being me again and spending the night in bed with the fantastic woman Sharon had changed into excited me almost as much as the thought of the roller coasters did. As our elevator rose swiftly to the twentieth floor, I began squirming in anticipation, my male persona was only a few floors and minutes away from being regained. Ding! We had reached our floor. We walked down the long corridor with the bellhop closely behind us with our luggage. Sharon swiped the key card and opened the door. Glancing at me, she pointed toward the bathroom. "It's over there," She said, entirely misinterpreting my body language. I hesitated for a split second, then decided that using the bathroom, even though it would be the last time as a girl, wasn't such a bad idea after all. By the time I came out of the bathroom, the bellhop had gone. Sharon said that it was her turn and headed to the bathroom. I ran to where the bellhop had set my suitcase on the luggage stand and popped the locks open. A second later I was staring in disbelief at the contents. Instead of the clothing I had expected to see, it was filled with... girl's things. "What the hell is this?" I demanded when Sharon came out of the bathroom. She walked over and looked down at my suitcase. "Looks like clothing," she replied smiling. "Your clothing for the next month to be exact, Britney." I pulled the first thing I touched out of the suitcase. It was the top half of a babydoll nightie. "And I suppose that you expect me to wear this to bed?" "Honey, you'll look adorable it in. Of course, if you'd rather sleep in the nude," Sharon smiled. "What I would rather do, is go to bed naked with you and have wild sex all night long." "That might be a little hard right at the moment, don't you think? I mean us both being girls and all that," Sharon laughed. I began to get a very bad feeling about this trip. "Did you bring any of my clothes along?" I asked hopefully. We both glanced at my open suitcase. "I mean besides this... stuff?" "Nope. I didn't even bring the medallion along, it's in the safe at home," Sharon said, neatly killing any idea that I may have had of returning to normal any time soon. She went on to tell me how she had exchanged my clothing for the ones in the suitcase while I had been asleep last night and how she had spent days shopping for just the right clothes. "But why are you doing this to me?" I asked as I fought back the tears of frustration that were bringing to form. Sharon grew serious, more serious than I had seen since I had returned home. "Because Britney," she began, emphasizing the name, "my beloved husband Bryan needed to get away from everything," she held up her hand before I could protest. "I know, I know, you get a vacation every time you're between consultations. Well, let's look at those 'vacations' you get. What's the first thing you do when you get home?" "Make love to you?" I suggested. "Yes, you do that and it's great for a few days," Sharon sighed, "but what you do after that is all work related. You spend hours on the internet or going through boxes of documents researching the company. You spend all your time finding out everything there is to know about the business you'll be working with. Except for a few days where you do some chores around the house, the only difference between your 'vacation' and your actual work is that when you're working, I'm stuck in an empty house. When I found what the medallion could do, I decided that this time things would be different. This time you would be able to take a well deserved vacation and actually enjoy yourself for a change." "As a girl?" I asked sarcastically. "Would you please get off of that! At twelve, there isn't that much difference between boys and girls!" Sharon soften her tone. "Look honey, if I had wanted to make you really feel uncomfortable with being a girl, I could have made you a boy crazy teenager with boobs out to here!" I shuddered inwardly as Sharon stuck her hands about six inches in front of her own breasts. "But, I didn't. I didn't want to do anything that would harm you in the long run. I love you Bryan, more than words can express. That's why I was... am willing to sacrifice being your wife and making love to you for a month. And believe me, I would want to go to bed with my husband Bryan, as much as he would himself if _he_ were here. But he's not, Britney is, and that's the way it's going to be for the next four weeks!" Sharon looked as if she would break into tears at any moment. Sharon had made me feel like such a fool. I had been thinking only of myself, totally oblivious of the fact that Sharon had, merely by remaining herself, a sexually active adult female, sacrificed more than I had. Even if I had been a boy instead of a girl, as an adolescent I lacked the physical maturity and "drive" to be sexually active. Deep down I knew that every word she had said had been true. Perhaps she was giving up more than I was. "I guess I don't have much choice, do I?" Sharon shook her head almost sadly. "No, you..._we_ don't. Now come here and give me the hug we both need right now," Sharon opened her arms and I rushed into them. For a long moment, we remained motionless, our arms tightly around each other. It felt weird to be holding my wife like that and not feel any arousal. Instead of lust, I felt comfortable, warm, protected and very much loved by this amazing creature I had married. I realized at that moment my desire to bed my wife was more intellectual than physical at the moment, if that makes sense. "Sharon?" "Yes, honey?" "Promise me that as soon as we return home, you'll change me back. I don't want to be your 'little sister' forever. I want to be Bryan again." "Of course, darling, Bryan will return the minute we get home," Sharon got a mischievously gleam in her eye, "Unless, you'd rather swap with me and try out this body instead." I stepped back and studied Sharon for a second considering the possibilities. I shook my head, "That would never work, even if I wanted to be you, what fun would it be with you being twelve, and another girl to boot?" Sharon laughed. "On that note, let's unpack, take a bath and go to bed. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow!" -0-0-0- The sky was overcast when Sharon and I headed down for some breakfast the next morning. She was wearing a pair of shorts, T-shirt and sandals. I had on a pair of denim shortalls, a tube top (not that I had much to conceal or contain) and the sandals I'd worn on the flight. It seemed like we would never get through with breakfast. The service was slow and it took forever to get our food, at least it felt that way to me. In retrospect, the service had been good and, considering how busy the restaurant was, our food was served promptly. It's just that I wanted to get on those ?coasters right now, if not sooner. Sharon, obviously amused, watched as I alternated between taking bites of food and mapping out my day on a park map. It was frustrating, no matter how carefully I planned, there was absolutely no way I could hit all the rides I wanted to try in one day. I glanced up and saw her watching me. "What?" Sharon smiled, "You know, I've been watching you for the last ten minutes and it's absolutely amazing," I waited silently for her to continue. "You're behaving just like the young girl you appear to be." I suppose I just looked a little bewildered. I didn't think I was acting any differently than I would have had everything been normal. I was just anxious to get on those rides! "Are you done yet?" I asked as Sharon finished her coffee. She laughed and motioned me to go. "Go ahead and have a good time. I'll catch up with you at the...," she glanced at the rides I had marked on my map, "the 'Bumble Bee'." I was out of the restaurant in a shot. Sharon caught up with me about twenty minutes later. I had just completed the "Bumble Bee" my first ride of the day, and I was still pumped. I grabbed her hand and started walking swiftly to toward the next one on my list. We rode three more rides until Sharon called a halt. "Britney, it's almost lunch time. What do you say we get something to eat and take a break? Besides, even if the sun isn't out today, our fair skin we need to put some more lotion and sun screen on before we burn to a crisp." "Okay," I said as I glanced at my watch. It actually was one of my own watches with the band fastened on the last hole. I thought the big digital sports watch looked kind of neat on my slender wrist. Almost trendy, I smiled at the thought. It was nearly noon! Where had the time gone? Sharon ordered our meals and we sat outside under a large tree. I took a bite of my burrito and was astonished at the richness of the flavor. All through our meal, I excitedly talked about the rides and how much I had liked them and which ones I wanted to go on again. Sharon smiled indulgently until I finally paused to take a much needed drink of my lemonade. "You know, you don't have to ride them all today. After all, we're going to be here for another four weeks." "I know," I sighed. "It's just that I'm having so much fun, it's hard to stop!" Sharon laughed, "I could tell by all the shrieking you were doing as we went through the loops and turns on the last three rides. I've always suspected that deep down in that serious male persona of yours there was a little kid trying to get out! This just proves it!" I grinned not even trying to defend myself. "I have a serious question for you, Britney," Again she emphasized the name "Britney". "Do you think Bryan would have been having as much fun if he had been here instead?" The question sounded almost like something someone would ask about a recently deceased relative. The oddly worded question caused me to pause. I thought about it for a moment, then slowly shook my head. "No, I don't think so. There's no doubt that he would have enjoyed the rides, but over all, I think that I'm having a much better time than he would have had. After all, he was old..." "Old?" Sharon acted as if she was offended, after all we were actually the same age. Well, had been the same age until yesterday. Until I had uttered the word "Old", Sharon had had a satisfied look on her face, her non-verbal way of telling me that she had made the right decision by changing me into a young girl. "You know what I mean..." Sharon smiled wistfully, "Ah the folly of youth. Some day, you'll know what it's like to be an old lady of twenty eight." "God, I hope not!" "That goes for me too," Sharon sighed dramatically. We were both laughing as we left the restaurant. -0-0-0- Sharon looked at the long line at the next ride and shook her head. "I think that I'm going to call it quits. I'm going back to the hotel, sit by the pool and read my book for the rest of the afternoon." "So soon?" I asked, disappointed that she was going back to the hotel. 'Do you mind if I stay in the park for a while longer?" Shaking her head, Sharon told me to go ahead and enjoy myself, after all it was my vacation. "Just be back by six tonight for dinner," she paused, then added softly "and be careful, remember you're a young girl now, and not everyone here is a nice person." I was about to utter a smart remark about being alright, when I realized she what she was saying. I didn't have enough experience as a female to develop the instincts a girl my age should have. There were a lot of creeps in the world and I could very well end up being just another victim of one of them. "I'll be back at five," I promised, cutting my time down by an hour, just to make sure I was back before dark. "Good girl," Sharon said as she kissed me on the cheek. "Now go enjoy yourself!" I stood watching her for a moment as she began walking back to the hotel. Until Sharon had given me the mild "be safe" lecture and called me a "good girl" I had almost forgotten who and what I appeared to be. I had only known that "Britney" was having a lot more fun than Bryan would have. Maybe there was something to the old saying about it being better for girls than boys. I shook my head, no, that expression referred to having sex, and I certainly had no desire to find out what that was like, at least not as Britney. Or maybe it was something as simple as just being a kid again. I took a moment to think about the differences between myself and Britney. If the truth be known, from the moment I pulled those soft cotton panties up my legs, I felt a sense of excitement and energy that was astonishing. Some of it could be contributed to the youthful age I had suddenly become. But there was more to it that just that. My sense of taste had become much more sensitive and acute. My appreciation for pleasant aromas, or soft touches, had become much more heightened, far more from what I remembered when I had been this age. So, why was there a difference? I had estrogen, rather than testosterone flowing through my veins. I slowly came to realize that estrogen significantly enhances sensuality. Girls don't just see or taste things the way boys do....they feel them much more deeply, richer if you will. It was if I, as Bryan, had been wearing a full body "suit" that blocked out 75 % of the sensations and emotions that the human body is capable of. It was enough to almost make me want to cry. I was still pondering the question when... "Would you move up please! The line's moved and you haven't," an annoyed voice said behind me. I turned and found myself looking at a boy and into a pair of the biggest puppy dog brown eyes I've ever seen. The Boy, was about a year or two older than my apparent age, a couple of inches taller than I was, had light brown hair and was very cute. Cute! I couldn't believe I had thought that! "Sorry," I moved forward about five feet to the end of the line. I glanced over my shoulder then turned slightly to look back at The Boy. He was still cute. I thought I had seen him before on a couple of the rides I'd been on. "Hi", I said shyly. "Hi, yourself," The Boy replied smiling. "Like roller coasters?" No, I'm standing in a mile long line just for the fun of it. Were all boys that dumb? "Love them! I could ride them all day," I grinned. "Me too. My name's John by the way," he said extending his hand for me to shake. "Mine's Britney," I replied, giving his hand a quick shake. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl," John said obviously flirting with me. I could feel myself blush and hated myself for it. What a lame pick up line! I suddenly realized we were still holding hands. I pulled mine back. John looked as disappointed as I oddly felt. "Uh, want to ride together?" he asked. "Sure, why not." We hit four more rides that afternoon, we would have done more, but instead of rushing to the next one on my list, we walked slowly, just talking about really nothing at all. By the time we had been on our third ride together, we were walking hand in hand. I had no real history as a girl, so I did what a girl usually does in these situations, I let John do most of the talking. By the time we started walking toward the fourth and our final ride of the day, I had learned that he and his father were on their summer vacation and were staying in the park hotel. His mother had died when he was five, and his father had been raising him since. I found myself half thinking that John's father, Steven, might be a good match for my older sister. He was a few years older than Sharon, but otherwise sounded like a great guy and probably was as cute, no, make that as handsome, as John was cute. Horrified by what I had just envisioned, I stopped abruptly, pulling John backward. "What's the matter?" he asked, "You look like you've seen a ghost or something." I shook my head. "Nothing, just a girl thing," I glanced at my watch, it was 4:30. We were almost half way through the park, it would be a long walk back to the hotel. "I promised Sha? ah, my sister I'd be back by five. I've got to go, sorry." John glanced around. "We can ride the monorail and be back at the hotel lobby in ten minutes. There's a station inside the lobby of the hotel." He was wrong about the time, it only took five minutes. We left the hotel lobby station and walked hand in hand to the bank of elevators. "Will you be here tomorrow?" John asked. I nodded. "Want to meet here at eight? We can get an early start and beat the crowds," The park opened at nine for the general public, hotel guests got in an hour earlier. "Okay," I replied. We headed toward our separate elevators. He to the ones that went only to the 12th floor, I to the express that went to the 14th through the twenty third and penthouse suites above that. As the doors to my elevator were closing John waved good bye. Before I could return it, the doors had closed and I was shooting upward. -0-0-0- Sharon was just getting out of the shower when I entered our suite. "Hi, Honey, I'm home," I called out. "Be out in just a minute," Sharon replied. A moment later she walked out of the bathroom, wearing one of those big fluffy robes the hotel furnished for their "special" guests. "Have a good time?" she asked smiling. I flopped down on one of the chairs, slipped off my sandals and sighed as I rubbed my bare feet on the lush carpet. "Great! Although, I didn't get to ride all the coasters I wanted to. Did you get any sunbathing in?" Sharon whipped off the robe and slowly turned showing me the beginning stage of a great tan, even though the sun hadn't come out all day. "You wore a thong bikini! I didn't even know you owned one!" I laughed. "I didn't, I bought it here after I saw some of the other young women wearing them. Although, I did my sunbathing on the balcony." "A thong bikini!" I repeated, "You just got to let me try it on!" Sharon looked at me oddly, "I don't think so, honey." "Oh, yeah right," I said eyeing Sharon's shapely body, "it would be too big for me anyway." "Yeah, something like that," she replied. I sensed that I had just missed something important, but didn't really know what. "Are you ready to get something to eat," Sharon asked. I nodded. Even though I'd had a big breakfast and lunch, I was starving. Just a growing girl I guessed. "Go hop in the shower and I'll set your clothes out for you. And don't get your hair wet!" I didn't need a second invitation. Letting my clothing fall where I took them off, I headed into the bathroom. Unlike my first hurried shower as Britney, I took a little time to explore my body. I had read stories about the changes in adolescent girls' bodies, so I thought I knew what to expect. I found that my breast buds were more sensitive than I had imagined. I gently rubbed them, wondering what they would feel like in another three or four years when they were fully developed. I was lost in this thought until Sharon opened the door to the bathroom and asked if I was done yet. Not by a long shot, I thought. "Almost," I called out. I quickly ran a washcloth over the rest of my body, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. "Looks like you're getting a tan too," Sharon said behind me. I glanced down and giggled. Except for where my tube top had been I was developing the perfect "farmer's tan", if the farmer had been wearing shortalls that is. "Maybe you should join me at the pool tomorrow and even out your tan." "Uh, I have a bathing suit?" I hadn't seen one when I had unpacked. "Sure, I'll find it for you later. Right now you need to get dressed for dinner," Sharon pointed to some clothes laid out on the bed. There was a white tank top, a new training bra and a... Oh, crap, another skirt, I thought when I saw what it was. Beside the khaki twill skirt was an unopened package of pantyhose. "Uh, Sharon," I began as I picked up the pantyhose package. "Don't worry, I'll help you if you get stuck. After all, isn't that's what big sisters are for anyway, to help their little sisters learn how to put on pantyhose?" Yeah right, I'd watched Sharon getting dressed enough times that I had a pretty good idea of the mechanics of it. I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the pantyhose package. I rolled one leg up and pulled it carefully up one leg to my knee. Doing the same to the other leg, I stood and slowly worked the pantyhose up to around my waist taking care to work all the wrinkles out of the nylon fabric. Sharon stood watching me, a look of amazement on her face. "You've worn pantyhose before!" she accused. "Nope," I replied smugly, "just observant when other girls were putting on theirs." "What other girls?" Sharon asked suspiciously. "Oh, let's see. The last one was a very good looking blonde who lets me watch her getting dressed in the morning after a night of wild sex," I smiled. "A good looking blonde...? Who....? Oh!" Sharon had the decency to blush when she realized who I was talking about. "Okay, smart ass, let's see how well you do with heels," She pointed at a pair of sling back dress sandals with a two inch wedge heel. Oh, double crap, I thought as I buckled my feet into the shoes, this ought to be a lot of fun. Surprisingly, the height of the heels did not bother me that much although they made me walk a little more cautiously. When we started to leave, Sharon stopped me. "Wait a second, you're not finished," She took a tube of lipstick out of her purse, and lightly ran it over my lips. "Just for tonight, okay? Girls your age really shouldn't be wearing makeup." Interesting, I thought as I glanced in the mirror. Subtle enough to give a little color, but not enough to be obvious. There was more to this girl thing than I thought, or for that matter, really wanted to know. I wasn't sure I really liked the waxy taste, but decided that it looked good. -0-0-0- We decided to go through the buffet, that being the best deal for the money. In spite of my hunger, I ate mostly from the salad bar. I did have a big slice of pizza to go with it, however. I was stuffed when we finally left the dining room. As we were leaving, I caught a glimpse of John and a tall slender man who had to have been his father going through the serving line. John's father, Steve, was about as tall as I had been, had dark hair with premature streaks of gray around his temples and was very handsome. The image of Sharon and Steve getting together crossed my mind again. I shuddered and looked away quickly. After dinner Sharon suggested that we go back into the park and see some of the live entertainment shows. I demurred, saying that that I was worn out from the rides. Sharon was obviously disappointed, but agreed to a rain check. We both went to bed early that night. -0-0-0- I spotted John in the lobby the following morning before he saw me. I was about to call to him, when I noticed that his father was standing beside him. Now what? I thought. John saw me and waved. I smiled, waved back and walked over to where they were standing. "Dad," John began, "this is Britney, the girl I was telling you about. Britney, this is my dad." "Hi," I said suddenly shy. I felt awkward and strangely embarrassed about my outfit which consisted of a pair of skin tight low cut shorts, ironically called "boy shorts", in bright red and a white tank top with spaghetti straps. The tank was short, exposing my bare midriff and had a built in bra so I didn't need my training bra. John's father smiled, flashing the most beautiful set of teeth I had ever seen, and said "Hello, Britney." Sensing my discomfort, John's father smiled again then turned to John. "Have a good time you two. Don't forget to be back by six for dinner, John." "Okay, Dad," John replied. John's father nodded, smiled at me for a moment, then walked away, leaving us standing by the monorail station. We looked at each other for a second, then laughing, climbed aboard the monorail car. Five minutes later, we were back at the station from the day before. When we exited the train, it was painfully obvious that I needed to get a hat and a pair of sunglasses before I did much walking around. The overcast that had screened the sun the day before had cleared up. The bright sun brought one bonus that I had never expected. Everything was a little more colorful. As I looked around in amazement I saw individual colors that were, well, sharper for the lack of a better word. But with the discovery of more hues that I could name, I also discovered the sun was bright enough to hurt. "I'm sorry John, I've got to get a pair of sunglasses and maybe a hat before I go another step." John looked around, then pointed to a small souvenir stand. "Think you can make it over there?" "Yeah, sure," I said, relieved I wouldn't suffer too much longer. After half an hour of trying on all the hats the stand had to offer, we decided we would get matching hats, the kind that look like a sailor's white hat with the brim turned down. They were the typical cheesy souvenir hat sold in every theme park in the world, but they provided good protection from the sun. The clerk said she would embroider our names for free. While she was busy with the sewing machine, I looked through the selection of sunglasses. I've always been particular about the sunglasses I wear, preferring the so-called aviator style with high UV protective lenses. I tried a pair of that style on and instantly hated what they did for me. I was too young for the "Gloria-Steinman-feminist" look. I put them back and was looking for something else a little smaller and, well, more feminine. John handed me a unisex pair that looked a little like the old fashioned "granny glasses" of the sixties. I checked the little tag on the glasses seeing that the lenses provided 100 % UV protection and were not colored outrageously, as some were. Good enough, and they looked kind of cute as well. They would do, I decided. When I looked in the mirror to try them on, I received a shock. My eyes were not a junior version of Sharon's as I expected, they belonged to a total stranger! How did I know? Simple, I had been married to Sharon for over five years, and every day I was with her, especially when we made love, I loved looking into her big blue eyes. The eyes I was staring at now, while still blue like Sharon's, were a slightly darker shade and flaked with distinctive specks of gray and gold. I glanced at a refreshment stand located fifty feet away. I could easily read the menu, another surprise, since I knew Sharon wore extended wear contacts and at this distance, couldn't have even seen the menu, let alone read it without them. I hadn't thought about it before because my own eyes didn't require correction. But whose eyes were they? The more I thought about it the more convinced I became they were the eyes of Mrs. Peters, our sixty five year old semi-retired housekeeper that Sharon had come in once a week to clean. "Son of a Bitch," I whispered, "How did she do that?" "Sorry, what did you say?" "Huh? Oh, sorry I hadn't realized that I had said anything. I just said these make my eyes itch." "What?" "I mean, I don't like the color of the lenses," I handed the sunglasses back to John. "I like the style, but not with brown lenses. See if you can find a pair that's marked 'neutral color' or something like that." John searched a few minutes more then handed me a new pair with "true color" lenses. Perfect! I started to dig my hotel key card out of my pocket to charge the hat and glasses to the room. John waved me off. "It's all taken care of," he said gallantly. "Bought a pair for myself. After all, we've got matching hats, why not sunglasses?" "Yeah, why not?" I giggled as I pulled the cheesy souvenir hat onto my head. That settled, we were off to find the next roller coaster on my list. -0-0-0- When we finally decided to break for lunch we had hit every roller coaster that had been on my list. We sat at a small picnic table under a huge tree just talking about the rides we had ridden. "Do you want to go on some of the indoor rides?" John asked. The temperature had climbed about ten degrees since we had sat down to eat so I nodded my agreement. We wandered over to a ride that had small eight passenger boats. It was a slow water ride called "Pacific Ports of Call", or something like that. It was a "cruise" to some South Pacific Islands, and promised to be a lot cooler than the real thing. John couldn't have planned it that way, but we ended up in the last seat sitting side by side. John slid over and slipped his arm around my bare waist. Surprised, I tensed up. John started to pull his arm away. I quickly grabbed his hand and held it and his arm in place. "It's okay," I whispered. The boat slowly moved away from the "pier" down a short stretch of water then through an opening in the side of a large building. The temperature dropped twenty degrees as we passed through the threshold. It was almost like stepping into a cold shower and had the usual side effects. My nipples suddenly, almost painfully, became rock hard. Oh, joy, I thought as I fought the urge to rub them. Oh, crap, what if John had noticed! I hoped that they would return to normal before the ride was over. I didn't think I could have survived the embarrassment if they didn't. John nudged me and nodded toward the front of the boat. I turned to see what was going on and saw the couple in the seat in front of us were entwined in each other's arms and locked in a passionate kiss. I fought hard to suppress a giggle. After all, they weren't disturbing anyone, and the ride was a perfect place for a little necking. John apparently thought so too for he leaned over and pressed his lips against mine. Hum, not bad, I thought, needs some practice, but not bad for a beginner. At that moment, the bow of the boat bumped none too gently against