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Mystery Plunge By Julia Manchester © 2010 This is a work of fiction. The characters of the story are all fictitious, and any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The events portrayed are likewise fabrications. This work also includes mature subject matter and may not be appropriate for those under the age of eighteen. No part of this work may be published, reproduced, posted or distributed in any form, including electronic storage and retrieval, without the prior express, written consent of the author. All rights reserved. Personal archiving for private use is approved. Todd: It was an idyllic scene. A waterfall cascaded over the cliff face into a turquoise pool that was about 200 feet in diameter. The falling water was caught by a warm breeze as it plunged into the clear pool of water, creating a thin mist that hovered near the base of the falls, and in that mist lived a delightful, perpetual rainbow. The edge of the pool was grassy, but the bottom was the purest white sand that gradually deepened. As the depth increased the blue of the water became deeper until it was a midnight blue near the center. It was the first day of our honeymoon and the desk clerk had told us about Silver Falls. There was a hidden ledge that actually ran behind the falls about 15 feet above the pool, and it was very popular with tourists. She warned us to wear our bathing suits if we went behind the falls because the mist soaked everything. I was surprised that there was no one else around when we got to the falls, but that was okay - A little privacy with my bride in this incredible place was perfect. Jill looked really hot in her skimpy, white halter top bikini, and it was all I could do to keep Mr. Happy under control. Still, I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to "do it" in the pond, under the falls. Jill: I left my beach bag and the blanket on the ground and took Todd's hand as he led the way up the narrow, rocky ledge that passed behind the falls. I was a little afraid of the footing as we neared the falls. The rock was very damp and slippery and I was frightened by the climb and the thunderous noise from the cascading water, but Todd's strong grip was reassuring. I was also a little sore from my wedding night. It had been a completely wonderful experience, and Todd had been an absolute stallion in our wedding bed. I never dreamed it could be so beautiful (yes, I was a virgin) or that he would have such tremendous stamina. Even now I shivered when I recalled the experience. We had never heard of the ledge - it wasn't mentioned in any of the brochures we got from the lodge when we were planning our honeymoon, but when the desk clerk told us about it we decided to check it out. She also told us that some couples took what was known as the "mystery plunge," which amounted to jumping from the ledge through the waterfall to the pool below. When I asked the clerk why it was called the "mystery plunge," she told me there were some old wives tales that the plunge sometimes affected the couples in strange ways. One couple once claimed the plunge made them more in tune to each other's feelings, another said it made them more sympathetic to each other, and one couple even claimed to be able to read each other's thoughts, but the clerk dismissed that one as too fantastic to be believable. Todd: The roar of the falling water was fairly loud behind the falls, and though it fell in sheets I could still see the pond below. The spray from the falls drenched us even before we were behind the water. Once there, though, the view was fantastic, and we both felt a sense of romance as we gazed through the clear, sparkling water. I turned toward Jill and saw the refracted light dancing over her form. The prismatic effect created fleeting dots of red, blue and yellow on her white bikini, adding to the magical feeling. Her nipples were as fully erect as when I had played with them in our room last night, and they pressed into her top, creating two marvelous little points that seemed to stand at attention. The dampness of her suit had turned it translucent, allowing me to see her large, dark areola, and her delightfully feminine hips glistened as droplets of water slid down her wonderful contours. I was filled with a burning passion, and I kissed her impulsively, pinning her back against the smooth, cool rock behind the falls. I felt her surrender to my advances, and I was tempted to take her right there. After all, how many couples can say they "made it" underneath a waterfall? But I restrained myself and asked her if she wanted to take the plunge. She looked up at me, doubtless thinking of the desk clerk's tales, and giggled. "Why not?" she replied with a flashing smile. "C'mon," I urged, taking her hand. We both leapt at the same instant, holding hands all the way down. Jill: The whole experience had been incredibly exciting and erotic. Todd had managed to get me aroused, and as I jumped I couldn't help thinking about our wedding night, his wonderful lovemaking, and how I wanted his marvelous penis forever. As I felt the water come crashing down over me I also felt a brief, intense electric shock that left me breathless as I fell towards the pool. I just managed to keep my mouth shut as I felt the impact of the water below. Todd: Even as I jumped I was thinking of taking Jill back to the room and screwing her brains out. The memories of the previous night were intoxicating, and I wanted her wonderful pussy now and forever. I was completely surprised by the jolt of electricity that struck me as I passed through the falls, and in the brief moment before I struck the water in the pool I heard a high-pitched scream, then my mouth filled with water. My body lanced through the water, and I sank deeper and deeper. I felt a strange pain in my chest and my lungs filled with water. I thrashed about in an effort to regain the surface, but it was to no avail until my feet hit the sandy bottom of the pool. I used the bottom to propel myself upwards, and as I shot towards the surface I felt my swim trunks slide right down my legs and past my feet. They didn't seem important at the time, though. Breathing was much higher priority, so I ignored them for the moment. Jill: Todd and I became separated when we hit the surface. As I cut through the water to the depths of the pool I was aware that my suit felt terribly tight - both the top and the bottoms - almost painfully so -- and when I pushed myself to the surface I was aware that my whole body felt strange. As I broke the surface I took a deep breath and looked around for Todd. He was nowhere to be found, but a moment later a girl surfaced not ten feet away from me, gasping and coughing. "Who are you?" I asked. My voice sounded strangely husky, but I ignored that, assuming my voice or hearing, or both, had been affected by the water. "I - I'm Todd Brenner," the girl replied with a confused expression. "who are you? Where is Jill?" "I'm Jill, but you can't be Todd," I replied, again noting the odd, deep sound of my voice. "I AM Todd, but you sure as hell aren't Jill," the girl replied indignantly. "Jill is my wife," she added. "I've got to find her!" Without another word the girl dove downward into the pool, and as she did, I caught sight of her naked bottom and feminine legs, and a chill went through me. I was stunned by what I had just seen and heard but that was nothing compared to the shock I got when I looked down at myself! What I saw was a muscular, masculine chest - a MAN'S chest - wearing my bikini top! The bikini's cups were empty except for the well-defined pectoral muscles that I had somehow acquired, and my arms and shoulders matched my new chest. Suddenly I felt lightheaded, and I swam towards the shallows until I was able to walk. As soon as my feet hit the sandy bottom I reached down and felt the bulge of what could only be a man's penis and scrotum distorting my suit bottom. I may have been a married woman for only a day, but I certainly knew what a man's equipment felt like. Somehow I had been transformed into a man! In that instant I realized that the girl was, indeed, Todd! Todd: I dove down, desperately trying to find Jill, but she was nowhere to be found, which was odd since the water was so clear and bottom of the pond was visible for a good distance. As I frantically searched for my wife the nagging realization that my voice had sounded awfully shrill injected itself into my consciousness. Also the strange guy claiming to be Jill seemed to be absurd, but it was disturbing as I tried to concentrate on my mission. The problem was my coordination seemed to be off, and my strength wasn't up to par either, but I kept searching until I ran out of air. As I surfaced I hoped Jill had made it out of the pool. I gasped as I broke the surface, and immediately felt a strange sensation from my chest, but my attention was drawn to the guy I'd seen in the water. He was sitting in waist-deep water near the edge of the pool. He seemed to be examining one of his arms, but when I surfaced he looked up. "Todd?" He called out. "Yeah," I replied. "Please help me find my wife before it's too late!" I called out desperately - then stopped cold. My voice wasn't just shrill, it had a distinctively girlish timbre. "Dammit, I'M JILL!" He said again. "If you don't believe me look at yourself!" I looked down at myself - and saw two large, feminine boobs literally floating in front of me -- growing from MY chest! They bobbed on the water and I was suddenly aware that I could feel them; feel the water swirling around them... and between them! "Sonofabitch!" I blurted, and suddenly I was gasping for air and feeling lightheaded. My vision blurred, then everything went red, then black. Jill: When I saw Todd's eyes roll up into his eyelids I knew I had to get him - or her - out of the water before he drowned. It was ironic, really. He had been trying to rescue me, yet HE was the one who needed to be rescued now. I dove into the pool and it only took a few strokes with my new, powerful arms to reach him. I caught him just as he was sliding under. He wasn't completely unconscious, but he was really groggy and disoriented so I helped him reach the shallows and wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him as I steered him to shore. "What happened to me?" He asked weakly, and I couldn't help but notice that my husband was now an absolutely gorgeous young woman. "We've been changed - both of us - a lot," I told him as gently as I could. For some inexplicable reason I felt very protective of him, and I wanted to make sure he got safely to shore before I told him anymore. I sat Todd on the blanket, and as he slowly regained full consciousness I became very aware of his large, perfectly-formed breasts and his fantastic figure. The combination of those features, along with his beautiful face, was having a strange effect on me. Despite a strange desire to keep him naked I retrieved my bikini from where I had discarded it and helped him with the halter top. His boobies were so big my top barely fit him. He only put up a token resistance, and when he did finally object that he shouldn't be wearing a bikini I pointed out that he really needed a top now, and that without one he would give any guy who happened along a free show. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he reluctantly agreed, "but, what about you? I lost my trunks in the pool." "Let's get the suit bottom on you first, then I'll go look for it," I told him, and he acquiesced. I reached down and took his hand and lifted him to his feet with almost no effort at all, and I let him lean against me for a moment for support. When he squirmed into the suit bottom I went back into the pool to look for his trunks. I found them easily, thanks to the clear water and sandy bottom, and I managed to get them on before leaving the pool. It felt incredibly weird to be topless, yet fully dressed for swimming. I hadn't gone without a top since I was about four years old, and the ingrained conditioning kept nagging at me, but I forced the thought away, telling myself over and over that I'm a guy now, and its okay for guys to go around without a top. I mostly believed what I was telling myself, but I still felt like an imposter. Todd: I was almost too dazed to think. I just sat there on the shore, staring down at the two, seemingly huge breasts that ballooned outward from my hairless chest. To say that it was a shock to find myself as a female was an absurd understatement. I was practically catatonic. I was only vaguely aware that the guy who claimed to be Jill had left - I was just a bit preoccupied with my crazy situation. One of the strangest sensations was feeling Jill's bikini top cradling my newly acquired boobs. I felt the straps of the halter top pulling at the base of my neck and circling my back, and I was constantly aware of the slight strain. The soft material of the cups lifted my - MY - breasts and pushed them together, giving me a great view of my impressive cleavage when I glanced down. The cups, such as they were, caressed the sides and bottoms of my new appendages, leaving entirely too much exposed to the public, but the weirdest part was actually having sensations in parts of my body that shouldn't even exist! It also didn't help that those puppies looked even larger than Jill's. The cups just barely concealed the large areolas that surrounded the new super- sized nipples that came with my instant boob job. When I was finally able to look past my new hooters I saw a tiny waist and somewhat wider hips. I stared forlornly at the nearly flat triangular patch of white fabric that covered what had to be a - my - new vagina. I didn't have the nerve to touch myself half hoping it was all a bad dream. It was only when I forced my eyes to shift downward to my smoothly shaven, softly curved legs that I realized I was sitting just like a girl, with both legs canted to the left and my right arm supporting my torso. The guy that Jill had become surfaced out in the water, fumbled around beneath the surface for a moment, then emerged wearing my swimming trunks. As my transformed spouse waded ashore I examined her new form. She looked tall, certainly over six feet, with a narrow waist, broad shoulders, and what appeared to be a fairly muscled torso. Her arms and legs were creased with muscles too, but not overly so, and her square jaw and regular features were topped with fairly short hair. There was a look of concern on her face as she waded ashore. "How are you feeling?" She asked. "Too weird for words. What the hell happened - I mean, I KNOW what happened, but HOW did it happen?" Jill shrugged her suddenly broad shoulders. "I don't know any more than you, but if I had to guess I'd say that those stories the clerk told us about the mystery plunge are true," she replied. "Oh shit - I forgot about that," I admitted, mentally kicking myself for not making the connection. "Let's go back and do it again. Maybe we can change back," I suggested. "It's certainly worth a try," she agreed. Jill: I rather doubted that a second plunge would do any good - Call it a premonition - but Todd looked desperate, and things were too weird not to try everything. I had no desire to be a guy anyway. I enjoyed being a woman, especially Todd's wife, and I knew nothing about being a man. I agreed to try again. It felt incredibly strange to be so much taller than Todd. He was at least six inches shorter than me now, and at least fifty pounds lighter, but the height difference was nothing compared to the instant sex change. I couldn't help but be aware of my new masculine equipment as we walked back to the rock ledge. It changed the way I walked, forcing my legs apart and widening my stance, and I was very embarrassed to discover how sensitive it was. For some reason I was fascinated by the sight of Todd's new female form, and without any warning I felt my new shaft become hard and begin to rise up, pressing against the fabric of my inherited swimming trunks. Since I had no experience with penises, at least as an owner, I had no idea how to control it. It was embarrassing, to say the least, and before Todd noticed my problem I took a couple of quick steps to take the lead and reached back to take his hand. At least with me in front he wouldn't be able to see my lack of control. Todd: The simple act of walking was humiliating. My hips undulated from side to side in a girlish way, and my new boobs bobbed and bounced with each step I took. My long hair brushed against my shoulders, and every time there was a gust of wind it blew in my face, forcing me to rake it away from my eyes and mouth. My legs were shorter than Jill's, and when she strode ahead of me it was a struggle to keep up. My stance had narrowed considerably, and my thighs seemed to brush against each other. Of course there was nothing down there to keep them apart anymore. As my new breasts jiggled in Jill's bikini halter the nipples rubbed against the fabric, and I discovered they were incredibly sensitive. I was mortified when I felt them harden and begin to enlarge as I struggled to keep up with Jill. I glanced down and was embarrassed to see my nipples pushing into the thin material of the cups, protruding at least ? inch. Even worse, the chaffing of my nipples seemed to make my whole body feel very odd, and I sensed dampness between my legs that I didn't even want to think about. At that point I was relieved that Jill had taken the lead. There was less chance that she would notice what had happened to my nipples - or the fact that I was blushing uncontrollably - but there was another reason too. For some reason I felt a little unsteady on the ledge, and the sheer drop appeared more daunting than it had just a short time before. It seemed ironic that it had been less than a half hour since I had led Jill up this very path. At the time I had no trouble with my footing or any feelings of apprehension, but this time I was glad for her assistance. When we reached the back of the falls she looked back at me and I squeezed her hand. This time I followed her into the spray. Jill: I closed the door to our room and threw the deadbolt for added security, though that didn't seem as important as it once had. Todd had preceded me into the room, and he plopped down on a chair at the small table in the corner of the room in a most unladylike way, holding his head in his hands. It was then that I noticed his fingernails were nicely shaped and polished with a pale pink polish. I also saw that he had cute little pink, butterfly earrings in his magically pierced ears. "What do we do now?" He asked mournfully in his new high, feminine voice. "I don't know, honey," I replied honestly. I was just as confused as Todd by what had happened to us, and I had no idea how to reverse it. When no less than three additional jumps failed to restore us to normal we decided to return to our room and managed to sneak in a side door without being seen by the clerk, but we hadn't thought beyond that. I was fairly sure we could borrow each other's clothes - I was about Todd's former height and weight - perhaps a bit taller - and he was close to my old size, except - I hated to admit - a little better endowed on top and a bit thinner in the waist. In fact, as I sat on the edge of the bed and faced Todd I couldn't help noticing that my remodeled husband's facial features bore a faint resemblance to his former self. He was extremely attractive, more than just pretty. His long auburn hair was wet and tangled, and of course he had no makeup on, but his blue eyes were wide and innocent looking, and his oval face and high cheekbones combined with a pert nose, full lips, and a flawless complexion to create a beautiful countenance. His narrow shoulders gave way to full, ripe breasts, a very slender waist, and perfectly formed hips, and his legs were wonderfully sculpted and perfectly proportioned. I looked away before Todd noticed me staring at him. He was extremely self-conscious as it was, and I didn't want to make him more uncomfortable. Instead, I decided to go in the bathroom and see what I had to work with now. I knew that my new body was fairly fit, but I wasn't prepared for what I saw in the mirror. My new masculine frame was about 6' 1" or 6' 2" and maybe 180 pounds - Not bad at all. I was looking at myself from my normal feminine perspective, and I liked what I saw. I had a ruggedly handsome face, piercing blue eyes, and a square jaw. My shoulders were broad, and my arms revealed some impressive muscles. My face also seemed vaguely familiar, but I was too distracted to examine it more closely. I had well-defined abs, a narrow waist (for a guy) and legs that looked sturdy and muscular. If I was still in my old body I'm sure I'd have been very attracted to the new me, but as it was I merely felt gratified that I hadn't turned into a bizarre parody of masculinity. If I had to be a man then this was the man I'd want to be, at least physically. That thought made me wonder - Had we each been turned into our own physical ideal of the opposite sex? In my case it wasn't far off, but I couldn't guess whether it was true for Todd. At that moment Todd shouted from the other room and I quickly went to him. Todd: After Jill left the room I got up and tried to put on a pair of my slacks, but they were way too big for me, except in the hips, which were too snug. I stepped out of the slacks and tossed them on the bed angrily. As I did my wallet flew out of the back pocket. I opened the wallet when I picked it up, a purely routine action, but when I saw the driver's license I was stunned! Instead of my former face staring back at me I saw a picture of Jill - the new Jill - except that wasn't her name. The license said she was Jack Burns - Burns was Jill's maiden name - and it listed her height as 6' 3," and her weight as 190 pounds. The date of birth and our new address were the same, but everything else was different, right down to the little "M" in the gender box. Jill opened the bathroom door as soon as I yelled for her, and she quickly came over to me. "What's wrong?" She asked, and I held up the open wallet for her to examine. "Whoa!" She exclaimed. "What the hell is going on?" "I don't know," I admitted, "but this is definitely freaky!" "It WAS freaky - It's way beyond that now," she replied, and I had to agree with her. Jill looked at the license for a moment then examined the other items in the wallet. There were credit cards, a voter registration card, library card, key card - all issued to Jack Burns. When she finished she retrieved her purse and found her own wallet. Inside was a driver's license with a picture of the new me issued in the name of Tammy Burns. It had my correct date of birth, except I was two years younger now, and it listed me as 5' 6" tall and 120 pounds. Just as with my wallet, hers contained several credit cards, some in the name of Collins, some in the name of Burns, and other identification, most of it issued to Tammy Collins. As I stared at the contents of the wallet Jill cleared her throat. When I looked up at her she pointed to the slacks I had discarded. "Uh, honey, I'd like to get dressed. Do you mind if I, ah, borrow those things?" Jill asked. I glanced back at the slacks, and my shirt and belt, and sighed. "Go ahead," I replied. "They don't fit me anyway." "Yeah," she nodded, adding, "I'll also need a pair of socks, some briefs, and your shoes." I just pointed to my suitcase and looked away. Jill: More insanity! Our identification had been altered along with our bodies, and now I'm "Jack," and Todd is "Tammy." At least we're still married to each other, although our last name is now my maiden name. I wondered what else had changed. I was able to get dressed without any problems, though pulling a pair of men's briefs up my hairy legs, over my new "package" felt just a bit strange. I had to fight off the urge to shave my legs - they looked terrible with all that coarse hair, but I realized it might look just a bit odd to other people to see a man with shaved legs. Instead I felt my chin - that was where I was supposed to shave now - at least as long as I remained male. Though I felt a bit of stubble I decided not to try to shave, considering I was completely inexperienced in scraping a blade over my face. When I returned to the room Todd was still sitting on the bed, going through my purse - or I guess it was his purse now, considering what we had found. He was still wearing my bikini, and I couldn't believe how sexy he looked, especially sitting with his legs crossed at the thighs and supporting himself with one arm on the bed. "Look at this," he said, gesturing to several items on the bed. I picked up the first paper and saw that it was our marriage license, except the names now matched our new identification, which came as no surprise. Now, however, instead of my friend, Beth, Todd's sister Tonya was listed as the Maid of Honor, and my - MY - Best Man was Bill Mercer, a guy I actually dated once, but who was now, apparently, a very good buddy of mine. The second item was a paycheck stub from the restaurant Todd managed, only it was for a far smaller amount than he usually brought home, and his position was listed as "waitress." The third item was a picture ID from a local college, listing Tammy Collins as a student. Obviously Tammy had either graduated, which didn't seem likely if she was a waitress, or she hadn't yet changed her name with the college. The last item was a business card with my new name, identifying me as the assistant manager of the bank branch where I have been employed as a teller. That was a shock, but the real surprise came when I saw the initials "MBA" after my new name. I was completely stunned! In reality I had an Associate Degree in accounting, and I was nowhere near a Bachelor Degree, much less an MBA. "What is happening to us?" Todd wailed. "First I get turned into a woman, and now I - I've been demoted to being a waitress! We'll never make it financially," he moaned. "Don't be too sure," I told him as I fished another paper from my new wallet. It was another pay stub - one of my "new" ones - and it was another shock. "Look at this," I told him as I handed it over to Todd. I watched as his eyes grew wide. According to the stub my new salary at the bank was far more than twice what Todd formerly earned as manager of the restaurant, and even more than twice as much as our former combined incomes. If we added his pay as a waitress to what I was now earning we would be a lot better off - even comfortable. "I don't believe it," he breathed. "Me either. I don't believe any of this, but this is the first good thing we've discovered, and I'm not about to complain," I told him. "At least we know we won't starve. "Speaking of which, I'm famished. Let's get something to eat," I suggested. "You mean, go out?" He asked with a look of fear in his eyes. "I think we'll have to go out," I replied. "This place doesn't have room service, and I'm too hungry to settle for chips from a vending machine." "But - I can't go out - Not like this!" He protested, gesturing to his new form. "You'll have to change, of course, but I'm sure there's something of mine that will fit you," I assured him. "That's not what I mean," he exclaimed. "I can't go out of here dressed like a, a woman! People will think I'm completely crazy!" "Honey, in case you haven't noticed it, you ARE a woman, at least temporarily, and it would look odd if you WEREN'T dressed like one," I reminded him. "But, I don't know how to act, what to do - Hell, I don't even know how to dress!" "I'll help you with dressing, and as far as knowing how to act, just act normally and keep it low key. If we don't call attention to ourselves nobody will even notice us," I assured him, adding: "If I'm reading this right everyone but us will think we've always been this way, and that nothing is out of the ordinary. According to all the documents we've found we were supposedly born like this, and though you and I know better I don't think anyone else has a clue." "I just feel so..." "Yeah, me too," I agreed as I interrupted him. "But we still have each other," I pointed out. Todd: For some reason Jill's simple statement that we still have each other touched me deeply, and I felt tears come to my eyes as I smiled at her. She grinned back at me, and that was when I noticed the strong resemblance to her former self. She had many of the same facial expressions she had as a woman, except the effect was completely different of course, but her grin was nearly identical. In fact, the more I studied her, the more I was convinced that she was the same person in all things, except one of course, and that her present appearance was how she would have looked if she had been born male. I realized that if that was the case, then my current appearance was exactly how I would have looked if I had been born a girl - Which according to the contents of "my" purse was now the case. That train of thought kindled a desire for a closer examination of my new face and form so I excused myself and went into the bathroom. My breath caught in my throat when I turned to face the mirror. The image that confronted me was me, yet it wasn't me. My reflection had certainly never looked anything like this before, yet I could see that I had the same basic genes, except for that one special one of course. My complexion was the same tone, and there was definitely a "family resemblance." I even had the same small mole on my shoulder. Beyond that, though, my new form was vastly different. My face was now... too damned pretty to suit my mood, and the large, perfectly formed hooters on my chest thrust themselves towards the mirror, threatening to burst out of Jill's tight halter top. My eyes were riveted on my new, strawberry-sized nipples that crowned each melon- sized breast. When I was able to tear my eyes from my boobs - God, what a thought! - I saw that my waist was even thinner than I had originally thought. It was tiny - even for a girl - with a cute little "innie" navel. My hips now seemed very wide, but then I realized that was normal for a girl. Perhaps they were even a bit on the slim side, I wasn't really sure. It was all very confusing. My legs, which I noticed were perpetually clamped together, looked entirely too shapely from the front, and when I turned to the side they looked even shapelier. From that position I could also see that my scantily-clad bottom was softly rounded, and that my back had a classic, feminine arch. I was in big trouble. No disguise in the world would make me appear masculine. Hell the body I was wearing would look good in an oil drum! Jill's plea that she was starving brought me out of my reverie and put the fear of God in me. What was I going to do now? I couldn't believe that she actually expected me to go out looking like I did, and the thought of appearing in public like this was both terrifying and humiliating! I may look like a chick on the outside (boy, did I!) but I was all-man on the inside. The idea of wearing my wife's clothes, and having other guys stare at my legs and boobs was terrible! On the other hand, she did have a point. I couldn't just stay in the hotel room forever. Sooner or later I would have to get out in public. I needed to think, but there wasn't much time, and I was completely unprepared for this unreal situation. The best plan I could come up with was to delay our departure until after dark and get Jill to agree to go to some out-of-the-way place. Meanwhile, I would find the least "provocative" clothes she had. Maybe I could also wear dark glasses - anything to hide my face and remain anonymous. Jill: I was truly starving, but I also knew that Todd was close to losing it so I agreed to wait a couple of hours and go to some hole-in-the-wall place for dinner. It would take a couple of hours to get him ready anyway. We went through every outfit I brought, and frankly there wasn't much he would even consider wearing. Aside from a pair of very short shorts, the only slacks I brought were a pair of very tight, white capris with two - inch bands of lace on the bottoms of the legs, which only just covered his knees. Todd agreed to wear them, but only because he refused to wear the skimpy shorts or a skirt or dress. With that decided I showed him the selection of tops, which consisted of a yellow halter, a pink tube top, a white camisole with lacy straps and a plunging neckline, and a red and white striped tank top. When he complained about the selection I reminded him that I hadn't planned on HIM wearing them, and it WAS our honeymoon after all. He chose the tank top, though he wasn't happy about it. I didn't have the nerve to tell him that the tight tank top emphasized his new, sexy bust line even more than the camisole or the halter, with its scooped neck and red and white horizontal stripes. The only bra I had that would fit him was a white, lacy d?collet? that had removable pads. Once we discarded the padding he was able to get it on. It was still a little snug, and it barely covered his nipples, but at least it gave him some support, and he could breathe freely. I handed him the matching panties and my casual sandals with two - inch heels, and he went into the bathroom to finish changing. When he returned he appeared despondent - and gorgeous - and I tried to cheer him up a little. I helped him pull his beautiful hair into a nice ponytail, and then I convinced him to let me use a bit of blush and lipstick on him. That last took a lot of convincing, but he finally agreed when I pointed out that a woman without makeup would attract more attention, since it was out of the norm. I gave him a running commentary on what I was doing as I made up his face, hoping a little of what I said would sink in, and he did seem to pay attention, though he balked when I tried to convince him to wear a little eye makeup. Todd: Makeup, for Pete's sake! The only way I was able to endure having my face painted was to think of it as camouflage. Never, in my most booze - induced, bizarre, hallucinogenic nightmare had I ever imagined I would wear women's war paint. The idea was completely absurd - Yet there I was, sitting on a stool while my masculine wife painted my face! The lipstick Jill applied to my lips felt greasy and strange, and as she finished I noticed it matched the color of my nail polish and those damned butterfly earrings which I nearly forgot I was wearing. When I took a good look in the mirror all I could see was a very cute, busty chick, and the sight was just too much for me - I had to look away from that feminine reflection. To think of me looking like that was just too much. I felt an involuntary shudder of revulsion and left the bathroom as fast as I could. Jill tossed the makeup back in her - my - purse while I slipped into her sandals. Somehow my feet were the same size hers were - or had been anyway - and I was able to buckle the thin, delicate straps without any difficulty. When I stood up I was very conscious of the two - inch heels. They felt a little awkward at first, and the sensation of having my heels raised that far above my toes was a completely new experience for me, but I was able to walk in the sandals without too much trouble. I couldn't imagine trying to run in them though, and I didn't want to contemplate trying to wear the shoes with three or four - inch heels that she had brought along. At that point I just wanted to get this excursion over with, so when Jill handed me the purse I slung it over my shoulder as I had seen her do countless times, and we left. I insisted on driving - I wasn't about to give up that male prerogative - but from the beginning I was reminded I wasn't the person I had been a few hours before. First, I had to move the seat forward quite a bit to reach the pedals, then the damned shoulder belt managed to nestle itself directly between my new boobs, and at that point I let out a stream of obscenities that would have done my old D.I. proud. I was thoroughly pissed, and it seemed like everything was conspiring to make life more difficult. Jill: Todd drove around the small, tourist - trap town until he found a family restaurant on the outskirts. There were few cars in the parking lot, which suited him just fine but got me wondering about the quality of the food. I didn't say anything because I was so hungry I would have eaten raw fish at that point. Unfortunately I wasn't paying any attention to what I was doing when the waitress led us to a table. When we reached our table I remained standing next to my seat in an automatic reflex, waiting for Todd to hold my chair as he always did. Out of force of habit Todd did just that, and it wasn't until he walked around to the other side of the table and took his seat that I noticed the stunned and amused expressions on the faces of our waitress and fellow diners. Todd didn't realize it either, until I mentioned it after the waitress left. When he realized what we'd just done he seemed torn between embarrassment and amusement, and he put his nose in his menu. I think I ate more that evening than I ever have, before or since, yet strangely, I did not feel stuffed or bloated. Todd ordered what would normally have been an average meal for him, and when he couldn't finish half of it I ate the rest of his dinner too. He was about to raise his hand and call for the check when I laid my hand on his arm and stopped him. "Honey, why don't you let me take care of that?" I suggested, adding: "Right about now a lady would go to the restroom and repair her lipstick." "But, I'm -" "Humor me," I interrupted. "After our opening act here we'd better play the traditional roles for our new genders or we'll be the subject of a lot of speculation." "Oh! Ah -- Okay," he agreed meekly. "Don't forget your purse," I whispered, and as he reached for his shoulder bag I stood and went to hold HIS chair. He mumbled his thanks before scurrying off towards the restrooms. I sighed as I saw Todd turn the wrong way at the end of the short hallway leading to the restrooms, and a moment later I saw him slink back in the other direction, his face again red with embarrassment. Todd: Hey, it could happen to anyone! Anyone, that is, who had just undergone an instant sex-change. I was flustered at having Jill hold my chair for me, and I wasn't thinking - again - as I followed the usual stick symbol, as I had countless times before. When I pushed the door of the men's room open some guy had just finished at a urinal, and as he turned away from the wall he saw me. "Hi honey. Did you want a free sample?" He asked with a smirk. I resisted the urge to deck him - after all HE was in the right place - and I turned on my heel and retreated in the opposite direction, toward the stick figure wearing a skirt. I was mortified and humiliated by my own stupidity, and when I was safely inside the domain of women I leaned against the door and closed my eyes. "Sonofabitch!" I breathed, then opened my eyes and looked about cautiously. The ladies room was identical to the men's room - Identical except for the lack of urinals, the extra stalls, and a tampon dispenser on the wall. I shook my head to rid myself of the nasty thoughts that last item brought to mind, and I moved towards the sink. My hands were still shaking a bit, but I managed to fix my smeared lipstick without making myself look like a clown. I tired to ignore the sight of my two, enlarged nipples poking into my tank top, and my incredible cleavage that really showed itself when I leaned toward the mirror to use the lipstick. It was hard enough to be turned into a chick, but that wasn't enough for who ever or whatever did this to me. Oh, no. It had to turn me into a real, living, breathing centerfold! Jill: Todd looked mad enough to chew nails when he returned from the restroom, but I wasn't about to do anything to set him off, so we left quickly. When we got back to the hotel room he threw his purse on the bed, walked over to the small refrigerator, and pulled out a beer from the twelve- pack we had picked up on our way to the resort. We still had two bottles of wine, and an unopened bottle of champagne we hadn't gotten around to last night. Todd tried to work the twist top off the bottle, but it seemed to be too much for him, and he yelped in pain as the rough edge of the cap dug into his now soft fingers. "Open this for me, will you?" He asked with an embarrassed expression, hardly meeting my eyes. "Sure, hon," I replied, easily twisting the cap off in one smooth motion before I handed the bottle back. "What's the matter?" "What's the matter?" He repeated with an astonished expression. "I'll give you three guesses, and here's a hint: I can't fit into the tuxedo I wore two days ago!" He said bitterly as he took a drink right out of the bottle. I sighed and resisted the urge to tell him that ladies don't drink beer from a bottle like a construction worker. "I'm not happy about this situation either," I reminded him. "I wish it never happened, and I hope we'll get everything straightened out, soon, but I have no idea how to do that. "All that aside," I continued, "we have to keep living, and that means we have to adapt, somehow, until we get back to normal." "We've just proved that is easier said than done," he remarked sarcastically, taking another healthy swallow. Todd: Jill shrugged and said, "I didn't say it would be easy." I shook my head and picked up the remote control for the television and pulled a chair out from the table. I was sick of play-acting, pretending I was a woman and that everything was perfectly normal. I'm not, and it isn't, and that's all there is to it. I hit the power button and plopped down in the chair to watch the tube, my right leg hooked over the arm of the chair. Jill went into the bathroom. I finished the beer as I flipped through the channels, and got another from the refrigerator. Once again my weak, soft hands failed me when I tried to remove the top, and I cursed under my breath until I noticed an old fashioned bottle opener near a small sink by the door. I was able to open the bottle, but the television was a disappointment. Between the ads for bras and feminine hygiene products, and infomercials for "Girls Gone Wild" I was constantly reminded of females and sex. The only thing I could stand to watch was a baseball game, and that wasn't too interesting. Jill: When Todd flopped down on the chair, sprawled with one leg over the arm and one sandaled foot on the table I couldn't help staring. It was one of his customary positions, but due to our circumstances it was now very inappropriate and highly suggestive. His legs were far apart, emphasizing his new sex, and his butt was near the edge of the seat, giving me a clear view down his tank top at his breasts. He was completely unaware of the sexual nature of his position, and I was about to say something to him, but then I realized that, at that moment, the last thing he needed was to be told that ladies don't expose themselves like that. Besides, we were in our own room and there were no guys around to leer at him - except me, I guess. About that time I felt the same arousal in my groin I had experienced at the waterfall, and I suddenly realized that I was staring at Todd with more than a clinical interest in his posture. That thought was just too weird, and I quickly retreated to the bathroom to compose myself before Todd noticed my unusual interest. I decided to take a shower, and during the shower I became more "familiar" with my new body. I discovered how muscular I'd become as I lathered up. And though I didn't care for all that body hair - having chest hair was completely bizarre - I came to admire my new muscular physique. I struck several poses to see how my large muscles flexed and expanded, and I couldn't help but feel a bit of satisfaction. I realized that in my present form I would never have to fear being overpowered or raped. I began to think there might just be something positive to my transformation after all. Todd: By the time Jill got out of the bathroom (women!) I had finished a third bottle of beer and the call of nature was strong and insistent. I rushed past her when she opened the door, slamming it shut behind me as I faced the can and fumbled with my pants, er - capris. The damned things didn't have a fly and the zipper was on the side, of all places! As I struggled to free myself I realized that things weren't quite as simple as they had been. I felt completely humiliated as I turned around, squirmed out of my capris and panties, and sat down. As bad as I felt up to that point, it was nothing compared to falling INTO the bowl! Jill had forgotten to put the seat down, and being new to this "woman" thing I hadn't checked. I had a sensation of falling, and I waved my arms uselessly, trying to grasp anything to keep myself from taking yet another "plunge." My disgustingly high -- pitched scream was punctuated by a splash, and suddenly I was up to my armpits in toilet bowl, and my fanny and crotch were soaked. My legs were splayed comically to either side, and it took all the strength my body possessed to pull myself out of that undignified mess. I cut loose with a torrent of curses that, I was sure, had never been uttered by anyone of the female gender. Jill: The sound effects told me everything I needed to know. How could I have been so stupid? I had berated Todd for leaving the seat up ever since our first overnight trip a year ago, and now I'd just done it to him! Obviously he hadn't checked the seat - It wasn't something he was accustomed to doing - and now he was mad as hell. I quickly decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and I pulled the door open and left the room with all the aplomb of the French Army in full retreat. Todd: I was surprised the bathroom wasn't full of steam! I was thoroughly pissed - off, and after drying myself off and attending to business I realized a shower was in order. I removed my tight slacks, panties, and shoes, then tore off my tank top and fumbled with the damned bra, finally getting the catch unhooked. By the time I finished my shower I had calmed down a little, but I was somewhat unnerved by the sensations I felt while under the shower. My skin seemed so soft and ultra-sensitive to the touch, and with my new additions, subtractions, and altered proportions the shower had been a disturbing period of self - discovery. Soft curves had replaced hard muscle, and delicate features had supplanted bold masculine construction. It was beginning to sink in that I wasn't just smaller, lighter, and weaker - something in my essential nature had changed. That was a sobering thought, and as I stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel I was preoccupied by thoughts of all that would be different from now on, unless we could find a way out of this mess, but, first things first. I suddenly realized that I had not brought a change of clothes into the bathroom, and my discarded slacks, top, bra, and panties lay in a soggy pile on the floor. I was not about to leave the bathroom stark naked, but all I had to cover myself was a hotel towel that was none too large. Worse yet, since I now had to contend with a pair of hooters I had to wrap myself up girl - style. I wrapped myself carefully in the towel - it barely reached around my boobs - and tucked the end in my cleavage. The towel only dropped far enough to cover the top of my bulging butt, and it had a tendency to part when I walked, flashing my... well, you know. It was embarrassing as hell! I was forced to hold the towel securely with one hand as I opened the door just far enough to peer out. The coast was clear - at least Jill was gone - which suited me just fine. I just needed to quickly grab some clothes and run back into the bathroom to dress. The only problem was I forgot what little choice I had, and how little those choices would actually cover. The sleepwear was definitely out - There was no way I was about to wear some sexy little piece of fluff. As bad as it was I was forced to grab Jill's little baby blue shorts and her yellow halter top, along with a pair of panties. I ran back into the bathroom, feeling terribly foolish as I held the towel together with one hand and clutched the clothes with the other. Once safely inside I set the clothes on the vanity and discarded the towel. I hadn't realized that the wispy white, lacy panties were actually thongs - I had been in too much of a hurry, and I snatched the first ones I found - and I was tempted to simply go without when I discovered what they were. I changed my mind, going on the principle that "more is better," and I stepped into the tiny thing and pulled it up over my hips. The damned thing was nothing but a patch of cloth with a couple of strings attached. It barely covered my... my vagina, and the tiny little straps were barely visible. One in particular felt really weird. From the back or the side it was difficult to tell I was wearing anything at all, and my butt was completely exposed! I cursed again as I grabbed the light blue shorts and stooped to insert my legs. As I did I felt my damned tits swing out in obedience to the law of gravity, and I clenched my jaw and did my best to ignore them as I shimmied into the skin tight shorts. When I was done I wasn't sure which was worse - the sight of my inverted V - shaped crotch or my heart - shaped bottom curving outwards behind me. I turned away from the mirror in disgust and grasped the flimsy - looking yellow halter. It was a pathetic excuse for a shirt, or top - whatever - with straps nearly as thin as the ones on the thong, and "cups" that barely covered half of my boobs. It was also a pain to get on. I tried tying it around my neck first, and then capturing my hooters like a fisherman netting a trout, but that proved impossible. I finally figured out that the only way to go about it was to tie the lower straps first, insert my boobs, then pull them up and tie the top behind my neck. But even that proved impossible. My oversized jugs kept pulling the straps down, making it hard to tie. Finally, I knelt in front of the vanity with my boobs resting on the surface to ease the pressure. That worked, and I was able to tie everything together, but it was the most degrading, humiliating thing I ever did, and I nearly punched the mirror in frustration. I wanted to kill something, but there was nothing available to sacrifice at that moment. I could feel tears of frustration welling up in my eyes. "Sonofabitch!" I screamed, and even the sound of my squeaky, high- pitched voice was frustrating. Jill: I had just worked up enough courage to head back to the room, but as I approached the door I heard Todd yell out, and I decided he needed more time to calm down. I turned on my heel and headed out again, passing another couple who looked at me - him with pity, and her with amusement - as I exited the building. I walked around aimlessly for nearly an hour, and when I finally worked up the nerve to face Todd I found him sound asleep. Thinking myself lucky I decided to hit the hay too, but that presented a couple of problems. First, I had to be very careful not to awake Todd when I crawled into bed and, second, I had no idea of what to wear. I had packed some beautiful nighties for our honeymoon, but they weren't a reasonable option now. Todd hadn't brought anything at all - not even pajama bottoms - so I had to strip down to Todd's boxer shorts and ease myself into bed ever so gently. I felt naked sleeping without a top, but I wasn't about to risk waking Todd. Todd: When I awoke I felt something poking me in the butt, and I figured it was Jill's knee or elbow. I shifted a bit towards the edge of the bed, but that didn't seem to work - I was still being poked. I reached around behind me to ease her knee or elbow away, but I was bewildered when I found the offending projection. I was still half asleep, but the object in my hand was definitely not a knee or an elbow. Suddenly the events of the previous day came flooding back to me, and a fraction of a second later I realized what I was holding. I literally jumped out of the bed, and in the process I must have yanked on Jill's new... She yelled in pain and curled up in a fetal position as I stared dumfounded at the hand that had grasped her penis, unable to believe I had done such a thing. Meanwhile Jill's moans had become softer, and it looked like she would live. "Why did you do that?" She demanded between groans. "Because you were sticking your THING against me," I replied defensively, unable to use the word "penis" in connection with my wife's body. "Well I didn't mean to - I was asleep, for crying out loud," she sputtered indignantly. "Besides, we're married. I let you do a hell of a lot more than that two nights ago," she said accusingly. "That's true, but that was before - I'm a MAN, you know. I'm not SUPPOSED to have something going INTO me!" "Would you like to go into the hallway and take a poll on that? Damn, that hurts!" "I am sorry," I told her. "It was just a reflex action." "Those are some reflexes you have!" Jill remarked, and between the tone of her voice and her wounded expression I just had to laugh. "It's not funny!" She protested. "Now I know why guys wear those silly cups and supporters when they play sports." "Well this hasn't been very fun for me either," I reminded her. I then described what I had to do to get dressed the previous evening. Jill: It was all I could do to keep a straight face when Todd told me about his problems with the halter, and when he got to the part where he had to rest his breasts on the vanity I had to laugh. I visualized him kneeling in front of the sink and I just lost it. "Not to change the subject - and no offense intended - but your hair looks like hell," I told him. "Did you fall asleep with wet hair?" "Yeah, I guess I did," he admitted. "I didn't think it was a big deal." "Well, it is," I told him. "You must always use the hair dryer and brush your hair before going to bed. To keep it nice you can use curlers or pull it back into a ponytail. Now you're going to have to wash your hair again, use conditioner, and use a wide tooth comb or styling brush." "Why can't I just brush it now?" He asked. "Because you look like Medusa, and if you try to brush that rat's nest you'll end up with nothing but split ends - frizz city." "But -" "Go soak your head," I told him, and I was surprised when he meekly complied. While Todd washed his hair I got dressed. I put on a fresh pair of khakis and a short-sleeve shirt, amazed at how easy it is for guys to get ready. No wonder they are always ready before us girls. When Todd came out I helped him dry and style his hair, and I used the same argument I used the previous night to get him to wear a little makeup and some lip gloss. He was paranoid about anyone finding out about our situation, and I used that to add a little blush, mascara, and eyeliner. I also insisted he pay attention to what I was doing so he could do it himself if the need arose - "just in case." I tried to talk him into wearing a nice skirt for breakfast, but he was adamant about wearing the shorts. He did hesitate a bit when I pointed out that the skirt or a dress wouldn't show so much of his legs, but in the end he just couldn't bring himself to wear a skirt or a dress, and he wound up going in the clothes he slept in. He even wore the same sandals he wore the night before. I did manage to get him to agree to go to a different restaurant. I pointed out that, after our performance of the previous evening, it would be a good idea to avoid becoming known in any one eatery. Todd grabbed his purse, which I had stuffed with more cosmetics, and we headed to the car. As I followed I couldn't help noticing that Todd seemed to have gotten the knack of walking in heels - at least my mid- heel sandals. I was certain he would have been mortified if I mentioned it, but he had developed a nice little wiggle in his walk. He no longer appeared to be marching, as he had the previous evening. His shapely legs looked good in the hot pants and heels, and I was sure he would turn a few heads wherever we went. He also seemed completely unaware that he was bra-less under the yellow halter. Perhaps it was because, as a guy, he simply wasn't used to wearing bras, or maybe it was because he was wearing the same top he put on last night and was just used to it. Of course it was also possible that he was becoming accustomed to having breasts, but I doubted that was the reason. It was probably a combination of all three factors, but at least Todd wasn't walking with hunched shoulders, trying to hide his breasts. He walked upright now, and though he wasn't strutting by any means his breast stuck out and his nipples were making very noticeable indentations in the halter. Between that and the cleavage he was displaying I admit I was a little jealous. Another thing that surprised me was I actually got Todd to let me drive. I told him I needed the practice in this body, and added that it would attract less attention if I drove. I expected an argument, but he just nodded. It was obvious he didn't like being the passenger, but it was also obvious that he didn't want to make a scene or argue about who did the driving. I filed that bit of information away for future use. Todd: I was a little clumsy getting into the car, and Jill instructed me again to sit first then swing my legs in. That seemed to work better with high heels (Jill claims her sandals aren't really high, but they feel damned high to me - though not as bad as last night) Riding in the passenger seat was a new experience for me, but it wasn't too bad. Jill is normally a mediocre driver, but she actually did okay, and after a couple of miles I relaxed. Breakfast went okay, though my "performance" wasn't perfect. Jill found a local mom and pop diner that had really good food. It was obviously not a tourist trap because the owner paid far more attention to the food than the atmosphere, and it looked like the customers were mostly "regulars." That was probably why Jill and I attracted some notice from the patrons when we walked in. The place was really narrow - no more than fifteen feet wide - and it was dominated by a long lunch counter with a dozen stools. There were a few tables in the back, but they were all taken, as were half of the stools. I think I made a mistake in the way I sat down. I just walked up to the counter and swung my leg over a stool. That got me a look from Jill, and several of the other customers also seemed quite interested in my maneuver too. What is it about restaurants? I seem to screw up every time we go to eat, at least since I got stuck as a damn female. The waitress came over and took our order, and I couldn't help noticing that while she was friendly to me, it was a business-like attitude. Her demeanor towards Jill was completely different, though. Her smile was genuine and warm, and she spoke to Jill a lot more than was necessary to take our order. She asked Jill where we were from, and how we liked the town - that sort of thing - and I realized after a moment that she was doing a mild flirt with my wife. The waitress had left the top few buttons of her blouse open, and she needlessly bent over to refill Jill's coffee - a move she omitted when she topped off my cup - and even though I only got a side view I could see right down her shirt. Strangely enough the view didn't excite me in the least. Her boobs weren't all that impressive - I had bigger ones hanging from my own chest. Her legs weren't that great either, and she looked a few pounds overweight. I almost choked on my coffee when I realized what I had been thinking. Where the hell did those thoughts come from, and why was I feeling just a bit smug? I stared down at the counter and tried to sort out the strange emotions that had come from nowhere, and I didn't like the implication of the notions that had suddenly filled my head. The attitudes were too typically female for comfort, and I was briefly terrified that, somehow, I was becoming acclimated to being a chick. The feeling passed, however, and I knew I would never let anything like that happen to me. Jill: It was the strangest feeling - having another woman come on to me. I knew she was just angling for a bigger tip, but the whole idea of having a girl flirt with me was wild. At first I was a bit repulsed by her actions, but it is difficult to remain angry with someone who is simply being nice. Then, after a few minutes of her attention, I felt myself becoming "interested" in her, and that interest began to grow - along with something else. Damn! I still hadn't figured out how guys control these things, and this time my reaction was impossible to conceal, sitting at a stool. Todd didn't notice - thank God - but our waitress did, and she flashed me a knowing smile. My own smile was rather lame. I wasn't interested - really - and I got us out of the diner as soon as we finished breakfast. Todd: We had tickets for the Wonder World Water and Amusement Park, and I had really been looking forward to going, but now I wasn't so sure it was a good idea. "Why not?" Jill asked when I told her I was hesitant. "Don't you think girls have fun at amusement parks?" "Well, yeah, sure they do," I replied lamely. "So, what's the big deal? Let's just go and have some fun. The tickets cost a lot, and I can't see us wasting the money." "It's just that... Well, it's your swimsuit," I replied. "It's so... tiny! It makes me feel self-conscious." "I don't know why," she replied. "It's just a normal bikini. In fact you're used to wearing a suit that doesn't cover your chest at all," she added with a grin. "That's because I never had these before," I protested, cupping my hands beneath my new boobs, and inadvertently falling into her trap. "Well, the solution is easy. We can get you a one-piece suit if you want." "I think I would feel more comfortable in a one-piece suit," I admitted. Jill had maneuvered me into agreeing to go to the park if I had a one- piece swimsuit, and as she drove us through the town looking for a place that sold women's swimsuits I couldn't believe I was actually looking forward to buying one. At the time I thought that anything would be better than Jill's skimpy bikini, but I soon discovered the one-piece suits didn't cover a whole lot more than her bikini, and the parts of my body they covered fully weren't the parts I was worried about. It turned out that the one-piece suits were as low-cut as Jill's bikini - maybe even lower, and they all had high-cut legs that left only a small v of material in front, and a slightly larger V over my butt. Half of my bottom was exposed, along with most of my tits, and my new Venus mound was barely hidden. That was how Jill finally got me into a skirt. When I complained that the one-piece suits were at least as revealing as her bikini she pointed out a suit with a short, detachable swim skirt. The skirt was only about ten inches long - hardly the epitome of modesty - but it did cover my bottom and pubic area. Well, two out of three wasn't bad, so I agreed to try the tight, spandex s