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It's the old marooned on a tropical island tale. But it's all in the psychology, the characters, and how the story is told. Four guys survive a plane crash. One of them is of small stature. Big surprise, huh? (Note that there is a punch in the face early on, and the story can be read as ForceFem - or not.) 0% trans fat. Low sugar. Four Castaways By ABC de F Kevin awoke slowly and when he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was a beige wall a foot away. His face was in dirt. No, not dirt - sand. And there was a rhythmic noise. He felt drowsy and nothing was familiar. He didn't feel confused or alarmed. In fact he didn't feel much of anything at all. He lifted his head and took in a number of sensations. He was out doors and it was bright. He was wet, thoroughly wet. The beige wall wasn't a wall; it was the side of a suitcase. He sat up and looked around. He had been flying and there had been a storm, but what he saw didn't fit that memory. The sky was clear and he was alone on a tropical beach. He started to get up but his muscles failed him so he just sat there waiting for his head to clear. The storm. A crash? He didn't think so, and that was the kind of thing that somebody would remember. No crash, then. He looked down the beach and saw other debris. Other suitcases, some things that looked like metal but with no recognizable shape, and other things that were too far away and just lumps. Two things were moving into the beach and back out with the waves. Waves. So that was the rhythmic noise. There were more items in the other direction. He looked for bodies or live people but there was neither. It must have been a crash, he thought, and these things washed up on shore just like I did. Maybe I have a concussion and I just don't remember it. He did remember that he was a fair swimmer and figured that meant something, though he couldn't seem to focus on the meaning. He suddenly wanted to sleep. The sun was too bright and the beach was uncomfortable. He was wet, and sand stuck to him. It would be better to move, and he looked inland. A few palm trees, a lot of bushes of some sort, and areas of sand where nothing was growing. Trees of other kinds beyond that but not as many palm trees. Nothing was really inviting except for the patches of shade. He decided it wasn't worth the effort. He was wet, his clothes were wet, and trying to sleep in the sand didn't appeal to him. He wanted a pillow. If he had a pillow he'd move. Without really deciding to do so he simply sat on the beach and looked at the debris in one direction for a while, and then turned and looked at the debris is the other direction. He wasn't interested in it and he did it without knowing why. At some time he must have laid back down and closed his eyes because he was asleep when they came. Two guys, one calling for him to wake up and the other shaking his shoulder. "Hey," he said, neither happy or surprised to see them. They looked familiar in a vague way. "We're looking for other survivors," the kneeling one said. "Have you seen anyone else?" "No," he said. "The plane was full; twenty-nine people and two crew up front and one in the cabin," the kneeler said. "There have to be more." He didn't respond because he couldn't think of anything to say. The kneeler looked at him more intently and then asked, "You okay?" Again, he didn't know what to say. Okay that he had no broken bones and wasn't bleeding? Not okay because he didn't know where he was and why he was wet and dirty? Not okay because he hadn't been able to stand up and because he had no pillow? "I think he's dazed," the standing one said. "Maybe a concussion or something." The kneeler looked at him carefully. "Do you know your name?" he asked. "Yes," he said. "What is it?" "Kevin. Kevin Molders." "Are you hurt?" "I don't think so," Kevin said. "My head hurts. I'd like to put it on a pillow and go to sleep." "Yeah well maybe you need to stay awake until we figure out what happened to you." Kevin didn't say anything. "Can you stand up?" "I don't think so," Kevin said. They helped him up. He didn't weigh much, even with the wet clothes, and once he was upright he discovered that he could stand on his own. He took a step and got dizzy, but it wasn't severe and he felt okay. "Were you going to the game?" The former kneeler asked. "Yes." "You're at U? You must be a freshman." "I am," Kevin said. "I'm a senior. Dan Elliott." The guy stuck out his hand and Kevin shook it. "Jim Ruckles," the other man said. "Class of '09." He shook hands with Kevin. "My wife couldn't come to Homecoming this year because we just had our first baby, so I'm traveling solo." Kevin didn't say anything. "Well. You feel like walking? We're trying to cover this side of the island where everything washed up and see if there are other survivors." "Island," Kevin said. "Yeah, this is an island. Like Gilligan's Islamd," Jim said with a laugh. Kevin, who never watched cable reruns of anything in black and white had heard the name before but had never seen the program so he continued looking at Jim and waited for more information. Dan looked at Jim and said, "He's really out of it. Well, let's get going." They found Billy LaPonte asleep under a palm tree. There were no other survivors and no bodies. Chapter Two On the third day they decided to go take a quick look at what had washed up on shore and take stock of what they had. They only bothered with the items close by, but it was still an unspoken admission that they were coming to realize that they might be there for a while. Kevin was better by then, back to normal. He helped but the other three guys were bigger and stronger so he, by unspoken agreement, took care of the smaller and lighter pieces. He tugged at a two-suiter hard sided case that was half filled with water, but finally abandoned it for one of the other guys to take care of. They fabricated a lean-to between two close growing trees about fifty feet in from the shoreline, and after one night of sleeping in the sand they'd searched for something more comfortable. Drapes from the front of the aircraft's single passenger cabin, parts of seats, unidentifiable cloth, and two pillows were all rescued, set out in the sun to dry, and then used for bedding. They awarded the two small airline pillows to Kevin, joking about him asking for a pillow when he was still in his daze. At night they talked about the game, their long-standing rival and how it looked like they were going to miss Homecoming altogether. They talked like they were going to be rescued shortly, and no one said out loud that the longer they were marooned the less likely it was that a rescue was probable. Kevin didn't have much to say. The day they hunted for more useable wreckage from the flight, scoring a good number of intact suitcases and other material, but what with the carrying of items back to their palm frond lead-to and the fact that they split up to cover the beach in both directions, there wasn't much talk.. At night the conversation made Kevin an outsider. They tried to bring him into it but it was clear that the three of them had lives with a lot in common, none of which matched anything he had yet to do. One was a senior and there was the natural divide between him and Kevin, a freshman. Dan was living with his girlfriend off campus and they planned to get married right after graduation. The other two had been graduated two years ago and were living in the real world. Dan already had a family, and Billy had just opened his own small neighborhood cafe. They talked about their planned careers, their futures already anchored, and Kevin had nothing to contribute. Even when they became self-conscious about having left him out of the conversation their talk was along the lines of "I remember when I was a freshman" and the immature things they had done. Then it quickly drifted back to their current lives and interests. Fishing was a sport shared by all three of the older guys and it quickly became a competitive adventure. Billy had been deep sea fishing frequently, though without rigging, proper bait, and a boat to take them to deep water it gave him no real advantage. Still, he was the first one to land a fish and his commercial cooking knowledge had made him the natural choice to prepare it. They'd found some usable flares on the second morning of beach combing, and keep a fire going twenty-four hours a day. A small pond on the other side of the island captured and held rainwater; so one potentially dangerous problem was solved. They'd even found a hatchet in a floatable aircraft emergency pack, and Jim had set about creating a sturdier shelter. Dan and Billy dragged fallen trees and large trunked dead bushes to their camp area. Kevin gathered palm fronds and kindling. In the middle of the second week the three went off in three directions hunting for animals. They had gotten tired of eating fish. It turned out that both Jim and Billy were deer hunters, and they gave Dan pointers on what to look for. Kevin stayed at the camp and worked on expanding the palm frond roof. There were no animals, but Dan had come across a large stand of coconut trees and brought back four of the big nuts. Jim cracked two open with the hatchet and they all drank the milk and ate the meat of the nut. And all four of them got severe stomachaches and Kevin and Jim both heaved, "They weren't ripe," Billy said. "And I told you to go easy and just sip a little of that milk." "As if you didn't get sick," Jim said. Billy shrugged and the three of them laughed. Kevin smiled. "They were on the ground," Dan said. "Doesn't that man they're ripe?" "Probably got blown off the tree in a storm," Billy said. "They looked green to me." "Well, they oughtta be ready in a month or so, right?" Dan said. The smiles disappeared. A month or so. No one had said it until that moment but it was pretty clear that any rescue operation would have ended, and that there was a good possibility that they would be on the island for a long time. Each of them withdrew into a silence, thinking about those close to them and about the fact that they might spend the rest of their lives on the island. Later that day, as if they'd reached a silent agreement, they began making their camp larger and more livable. Jim started a second structure, Dan and Billy worked feverishly at finding more fallen trees and big limbs, and Kevin expanded his search for palm fronds. The following day they did an all out scavenger hunt, carrying or dragging every piece of debris to the camp, no matter how useless it appeared to be. They had opened a few suitcases in the first two days to see if there was anything that could be used for their survival, but they now retrieved every item on the beach. The storm or the tides had scattered pieces a long distance from their camp. Everything was laid out to dry, no exceptions. Jim found some sheet metal from the plane's body during a swim and it turned out there was more close to the shore. For some reason it had been driven close but sunk in shallow water. The pieces were ripped, sometimes broken at the rivets, and had dangerously sharp edges but they gathered them anyway. Jim, with his experience in working metal and knowledge of construction, naturally fell into the role of builder and de facto leader of the group. Billy was the chef in his little cafe and officially took over the food concerns, which consisted of figuring out new ways to prepare fish. Dan found a role in taking charge of the items from the aircraft wreckage, cleaning, drying and grouping the debris. Kevin had gathered all the fronds Jim would need for the second structure, had made another stack in case they wanted to build a third structure or use them for repairs, and generally helped out whoever needed help. The problem was that they were too efficient. Over the next weeks they did everything they could think of doing. They had built a second, sheltered fire in case the first one got blown out during a storm. They had created a third structure, smaller than the first two because they were running out of fallen trees. The fishing parties were organized and they had gotten their techniques down, so food was only a problem in the sense that there was no variety. They had found clothing in some of the suitcases that fit them, and Jim and Dan had even found one piece of luggage of their own, though Jim's was just his carry on gym bag with a couple shirts, sneakers, toilet kit, two paperback books, and a salt water damaged laptop. They had, in fact, more clothing than they needed because there was no reason to dress and more often then not they just wore shorts. They had marveled at the amount of stuff that had washed ashore, finally working out that the crash must have occurred close to the island just before high tide. "High tide coming in and I'll bet the storm winds were blowing toward shore," Dan said. "The plane ditches, breaking up, and everything gets blown this way. It was all working in our favor. Then the storm goes away, the tide goes out, and it's all left high and dry." "Not so dry," Billy laughed. "It is now," Dan said. "Every single piece. Cleaned and dried. Some useful stuff, too." That was his bailiwick and he was proud of what he'd accomplished. That seemed to kill the conversation for a minute. Then they started talking about vacations they'd taken last year. Chapter Three It was late in the third month when Kevin started noticing a change. Two of the others, and sometimes all three, would engage in conversations out of his earshot. They seemed to be serious talks, and occasional muted arguments, and occasional glances in his direction as if making sure he was staying far enough away so they couldn't be overheard, but when he asked one of them what they'd been talking about he was brushed off. The polite efforts to include him in the evening bull sessions stopped. It was almost as if he wasn't there. There was a change during the day, too. The closest he could come to characterizing it for himself was that they were treating him more as an anonymous employee, or someone who had just tagged along on their adventure rather than someone caught in the same fix they were in. They hadn't turned mean; it was just that he seemed more separated somehow. It scared him and he didn't know what to do about it. They had all "gone island" in the first week, rarely wearing shirts and often going barefoot. Now one or two of them would occasionally go around in just his underwear, as if it was a bathing suit. Everyone's skin was bronzed and the restricted diet had carved off excess body fat. Jim jogged on the beach. Dan and Billy sometimes played catch with a smooth piece of driftwood that they roughly chopped into the shape of a ball. Solo, they would often go off to explore the island. They never invited Kevin to go along, so he went by himself. Twice, when he walked back into the camp, the conversation that was going on abruptly stopped and they all looked at him, glanced at each other, and got busy doing something, He felt more and more isolated. He knew they were talking about him and he tried to catch them at it, sneaking silently back to camp and listening, but never heard anything significant. He became paranoid. Being marooned for so long had caused them all to disconnect to some degree from their normal thinking, and it was worse for Kevin because he'd become such an outsider. Once he even imagined that they were talking about killing him and eating him so they would have something other than fish. But even as he thought of it he shrugged it away as a stupid thought. It had to be something, though. What? It wasn't as if there could be many possibilities. Being on the island and being without all the normal parts of life severely limited what they could do. They couldn't go anywhere, buy anything, communicate with anyone, be entertained by TV or movies or partying or anything else. As a group they were as isolated as he felt as an individual. So what was there? He found out the next day. Chapter Four "Let's go for a walk," Jim said. Kevin was surprised by the invitation. They had all gone off by themselves, walking around the island, and sometimes had explored in pairs, and a couple times recently the three had gone as a group, but Kevin had never been invited. He made a couple attempts at trying to get one of the guys to go with him to explore but had been turned down and ended up going alone. Jim seemed serious and walked quickly, as if he had a particular destination. Kevin, not sure where they were headed, followed a pace behind. When they were a fair distance from camp Jim asked Kevin if he had a girlfriend. It was the first time in a long time that anyone had shown any interest in his life. "Not now," Kevin said. "I was dating a girl in high school but she got a scholarship out of state, so I'm looking." Jim didn't respond. They walked farther, coming to a small hill that Kevin had climbed before. It was a familiar area. "You know I'm married," Jim said. "You said. With a new baby." "A boy. We named him Hudson." Kevin thought it was a dumb name but he didn't say anything. "Billy lives with a girl who just graduated from nursing school. She helps in their cafe and they figure to get married when they get the business going. Maybe she'll get a job as a nurse." "That would help," Kevin said, just to respond. "And Dan's living with his girl. Fianc??, I should say because they plan to get married in June."? "Right," Kevin said. Jim fell silent again until they reached the crest of the hill. They could see a good portion of the shoreline from there. "We may never get rescued," Jim said. "We could be here for the rest of our lives." Kevin had never heard any of them say that outright. They all, himself included, kept a public face of hope, and spoke in a way that indicated sooner or later some ship or plane would spot them and they'd get off the island. Jim's statement had the ominous tone of defeat and resignation. "Someone will find us," Kevin said. Jim looked at him like he was a jerk. "Let's get back," he said. When they returned to the camp the other two were waiting for them. "Well?" Dan asked. "Okay," Jim said. The other two came forward and the three formed a circle around Kevin. They pushed him, one of them tripping him, and he went down on the sand. "Hey!" he protested, and tried to get up. Hands pushed him back down. He was going to scramble away but when he looked up he saw three very serious faces looming over him. "Kevin, listen to me," Jim said. "This isn't working. We haven't seen our wives and girlfriends in a long time. We may never see them again. We're all normal guys, with normal needs, and going off in the bushes and jacking off just isn't making it anymore. So we've been talking, and it looks like there's only one solution to the problem." "It's like guys in prison," Billy said. "You've heard about that. Nothing but guys and they're locked up for years, so some of them become like girls and take care of the other guys. It's a law of nature." "We don't really want to do this but we don't have a choice," Dan said. "One of us has to take care of the rest of us, and we decided that was you. It makes sense if you think about it. You're the youngest and you're small like a girl." "We're not gay or anything," Jim said. "We've all got wives or girlfriends. But we're guys and we've got needs." "Right," Billy said. "I've found some luggage with girl's clothing and it's in pretty good shape," Dan said. "So we want you to start wearing it. There's some make-up, too. There's no need to rush into this. You just start wearing girl's clothes for a while and we'll see where it goes." The conversation had been whirring around him and now they paused, waiting for his reaction. "Fuck you!" Kevin said and tried to jump up. Again, strong hands pushed him back onto the sand and he was forced to sit. "Fuck you," he said again. "I'm not having sex with any of you bastards." ""Easy, Kevin," Dan said. "Like I said, it may not come to that. We just want you to start dressing like a girl, with the makeup and everything. Just having a female around should be enough to ease some of the tension." "Bullshit," Kevin said. "That's not what you want to do. You're all fags, secret fags. Forget it, because it's not fucking happening." "We'd hoped you'd understand," Jim said. "I just told you that we all have wives or girlfriends. We miss them, in a lot of different ways. You should understand that." "I understand it," Kevin said. "I want to get laid just as much as you guys do, but there's no way I'm going to do what you're talking about. It's crazy and it's disgusting. One of you can do it. Not me." Billy lashed out, hitting Kevin on the side of the head so hard it knocked him over. "See, I told you we'd have to make him do it," Billy said. "Damn," Dan said. "No other way," Billy said. Kevin sat up, brushing the grit from the side of his head that had been driven into the sand. His ear was ringing and his head felt hot. "You're going to dress up and you're going to do it now," Billy said. "He's right," Jim said. "We can force you if we have to, but we'd rather not." "I'm out of here," Kevin said. "I'll move to another part of the island." "It's not like it's so big that we won't find you," Dan said. "And then beat the shit out of you," Billy said. "And keep beating the shit out of you until you do it." "C'mon," Dan said. "It's not that big a deal. Put on girl's clothes and everybody's happy." "That's not what you're talking about," Kevin said. "All right, hold it," Jim said. "How about you wear girl's clothes for a few days. Say, three days, the rest of today and the next three days, and then we have another talk and decide where to go from there - if anywhere." "I think it will be enough just to have something pretty to look at," Dan said. "I'm getting awful tired of seeing nothing but you ugly punks every day." He was trying to ratchet down the tension and they all smiled. Except Kevin. "What do you say?" Jim asked. Kevin knew they could force him, and it was clear they would do it. Hell, any one of them could overpower him; together they could have him in a blouse and skirt in no time. He had no illusions about their real goal, no matter what Dan said, but if he could get some time to think, to plan, he might figure a way out of it. Running away wasn't an option, or at least it didn't appear to be. Dan was right; they could find him eventually. If he told them no, what would they do? Billy was fast in using his fists and the others backed him up, so he would get beat up. More than once, probably, until he agreed. "Three days," he said, "and that's the end of it." "Three days," Dan said quickly, before the others could say anything else. "Three days," Kevin said again, looking at Jim and Billy. Jim said, "The rest of today and the next three days," and Billy said, "Okay, what the hell. Three days." Chapter Five "You need to shave first," Dan said. "And we've got everything you need." He was proud of his beachcomber's findings, like the keeper of a store that had a big selection of just what the customer had asked for. He had three different razors, spare blades, and two working aerosol cans of shaving cream. He had found suitcases that had belonged to female passengers and had washed everything in the fresh water pond and spread the items out to dry. They had been refolded into the now dry suitcases, and he'd carried one of them to the pond. "These look like they'll fit," Dan said, pawing through the contents of the suitcase.. "One carry on had some really small stuff, too small for you, maybe for an Asian or something, but this stuff is about right. Go shave and I'll sort it out." Dan had brought the defunct laptop and Kevin used the screen as a mirror. It wasn't perfect, but it worked. "Uh,. You better do the rest of you - arms and legs," Dan said when he'd returned. He squinted, "and there are a few hairs on your chest." Kevin frowned and was going to say something but thought better of it. He turned back to the pond. When he returned Dan looked him over and said he was fine. He brought out a plastic box and some bottles. "No way," Kevin said, holding up a hand in a stop signal. "Hey, look. We all wish some girls had survived the crash. The flight attendant or the cute Latina in the seat in front of me, but I guess they couldn't beat the tide." "This isn't right, Dan," Kevin said. "Hey, it's not such a big deal," Dan said. "It's all part of the agreement. Besides, I won't use much. I've watched Brandy put on her makeup, but I only have a general idea of how to use this stuff so I'll put it on real light. Don't worry about it." Dan had been the most reasonable of the three, and Kevin wanted to keep him that way so he agreed, after extracting a solid promise that Dan would use a light touch and not go overboard. While Dan applied the makeup Kevin stared into space, divorcing himself from the activity. It was worse than he thought it would be. I'm really setting myself apart by agreeing to this, he thought. The lesser of two evils, sure, but I'm going to be walking around in a dress, wearing makeup. I can't get any more separated from the rest of them than that. It makes things worse. The makeup felt like paint, even though Dan kept insisting that he was hardly using any at all. I'm in deep doo doo here, Kevin thought. If I'd refused I would probably have been raped by these maniacs. The only thing I can do is to be so unattractive as a girl that they get turned off by the idea. I can't do anything about the makeup or the clothes but I can be miserable to live with, and I can talk and move around like a guy. I can be unlikable. When Dan was satisfied he let Kevin look at himself in the laptop screen. It was hard to see details and that probably made it worse because what Kevin saw was what might have been a fairly attractive girl. The hair was wrong - even after three months on the island it was still shorter than it needed to be and had no style - but Dan had done a creditable job with the makeup. "What do you think?" Dan asked proudly. "Fuck you," Kevin said. Dan immediately deflated. "Hey, I'm only doing what I have to do. I thought it turned out pretty good." Kevin didn't say anything. "Well," Dan said, "let's do the clothes now." He handed Kevin a white bra and a pair of pale pink panties. "Forget it," Kevin said. "No one's going to see my underwear." "Well that's the thing. If you wear what we picked for you then they will see your underwear because it will show. The skirt is low-rise and the tops of your shorts will stick out on top. Besides, the deal is you dress as a girl and girls don't wear boxers. That's the deal. Three days dressed in girl's clothes." "So what am I supposed to do with that?" Kevin said, pointing to the bra. "We can fill the cups with socks," Dan said. "The girl who owned this wasn't big busted so it should work easy." Kevin resisted for another minute but finally gave in. He rationalized that if he was completely dressed as a girl but acted repulsively masculine the guys would have no excuses for rejecting him and their awful idea. He understood what Dan had meant by low-rise when he put on the skirt. It ended well below his waistline, leaving his belly bare. The blouse was made to wear with it, ending just below his bra. "There's a pair of high heeled shoes in one of the suitcases but I didn't bring them, not with this sand." "Good, because I'd fall on my ass anyway," Kevin said. He didn't like giving Dan a hard time but he needed to set the grouchy tone right from the start. "Let's get this crap over with," he said, turning back toward the camp. A third of the way there Dan said, "Can't you walk better than that?" "This is the way I walk," Kevin said sharply. "No you don't," Dan said. "You're walking like some kind of tough guy. The other guys aren't going to like it." "So?" "I don't want to see you get hurt," Dan said. "The deal is I wear these clothes and the makeup," Kevin said. "I didn't hear anything about how I walk, and if they don't like it then tough shit." Dan frowned but dropped the matter. At camp, however, the first thing Jim said was, "Why's he walking like that?" Dan shrugged. "He says how he walks isn't part of the deal." "Oh no?" Both Jim and Billy came up and stood in front of them "That right, Kevin?" "I said I'd wear these stupid clothes for three days. And let you paint me up. Nobody said anything about how I walk. That wasn't part ..." Jim lashed out with a fist and caught Kevin under the chin. He went down, sprawling in the sand. "Help him up," Jim said. Kevin had been expecting a possible punch from Billy, and Jim's fist had blindsided him. Billy and Dan helped him to his feet. "We're not fooling around here, Kevin," Jim said. "We've had a lot of discussions about this and it's all worked out. It wasn't easy but it has to be done. We're very serious. Very. So don't push it or that's the least of what will happen to you. Am I understood?" All three of them looked angry, as if he'd just spoiled something that meant a great deal to them. Even Dan was furious. Kevin nodded. "We want you to move around... gracefully, I guess. That's as good a word as any, and you know damn well what we mean. And don't give any of us any lip. Be nice and sweet. Understood?" Kevin hesitated before nodding. "No," Jim said. "I want you to say it. You'll move gracefully and you'll be nice and sweet, just like a girl. Say it." The tension in the small group was as heavy as Kevin's breathing. Kevin spoke the words they wanted to hear. Jim waited a second and Kevin was surprised to see that Jim had to force himself to calm down. "Okay," Jim said. "We're clear." The group seemed to all relax at the same time. Chapter Six What surprised Kevin was that not much happened during the rest of the day or that night. He had anticipated that they'd have him parade around or something, but everything went as it normally did. He caught each of them looking at him, and he was brought into the conversation more than before, and the chores they asked him to do were less important, but no one talked about how he looked or behaved. He slept by himself in the tiny third structure, now outfitted with extra ground covers and a third airline pillow. The next day Billy asked him to go for a walk with him. That made him nervous, but the stroll down the beach was uneventful. Billy was talkative and tried to get Kevin involved in the conversation. When Billy decided they'd gone far enough he took Kevin's hand and started back. That made Kevin feel a little creepy. As they got close to the camp Billy let go of his hand. Around mid-day Dan suggested a walk and it followed much the same pattern Billy had set, including the hand holding and lively conversation. When they got back to the camp Dan suggested that they should start calling Kevin Devin or Devlin. "I think Devlin's a guy's name," Jim said. "How about Karen? Kevin, Karen." The others agreed, as they tended to do when Jim made a suggestion. Dan said he thought that a different outfit would be good. Again there was general agreement. He took Kevin and the suitcase back far enough into the trees so they couldn't be seen, and had him switched into a simple black dress with almost no sleeves. In the afternoon it was Jim's turn to take Kevin for a turn on the beach, and because the pattern of his behavior so perfectly matched that of Billy and Dan, Kevin concluded that the walks had been discussed and planned. He expected that he'd have a problem that night, but no one bothered him in his structure and he eventually fell asleep. The next day Billy asked Dan if there was a bikini among the clothing that he thought might fit "Karen". There was, and Kevin put it on. Billy immediately took him for another walk, this time holding hands in both directions and all the way into the camp when they returned. Dan and Jim followed suit later in the day. For Kevin the whole thing was simply weird. He didn't feel as if he was in any danger, either during the day or night, and he felt better about his chances of getting to the end of the agreement without incident. He didn't know what would happen then, but if the guys stuck to their word it would all be over. Realistically, that was too much to ask and he knew it. Toward sunset Billy suggested a second walk. Kevin got apprehensive. He'd noticed that the private, serious conversations had resumed among Jim, Dan and Billy, though they were much shorter than the earlier instances. Those talks among the three had resulted in their decision to have him dress up as a girl, so he was naturally nervous about seeing them resume. Billy held his hand all the way to the turnaround point. His conversation seemed a little strained, as if he was nervous. At the turnaround Billy embraced Kevin and it was so sudden Kevin was taken completely off guard. By the time he started to struggle Billy already had his arms around him. Like all the guys, Billy went around bare-chested, and Kevin's bikini covered so little that there was a lot of naked skin pressed together during the hug. Kevin finally pushed away. Angrily, he said, "What the hell was that?" "Just a hug, Karen," Billy said. He took Kevin's hand and Kevin jerked it away. "Hey, watch yourself," Billy said. "You're supposed to be nice and sweet for three days." "Yeah, well that doesn't include having you jump me!" His own anger welling up, Billy said, "The hell it doesn't. Now give me you hand." They stood staring at each other and finally Kevin held out his hand. Billy took it and they walked back to the camp in silence. Thirty minutes later Dan took him for a walk. He, too, was a little nervous, and he, too, embraced Kevin at the turnaround. Kevin had decided to let him. Dan was the nicest of the three, for one thing. And getting a hug wasn't so much a big deal that it was worth causing a big scene and upsetting the agreement. And, finally, truth be told it was a nice change to see the men nervous instead of being so tough and sure of themselves, and it was nicer to be treated as someone they wanted to be with. Jim wasn't nervous. He chatted comfortably during their walk, embraced Kevin briefly, and chatted with him on the way back. Chapter Seven. The last day of the agreement, Kevin was aware that they were watching him more openly and more often than ever before. Dan had touched up his makeup and given him a pair of roomy bright red shorts and a black tube top. His bra straps - a black bra this time - extended above the tube top but because they were the same color the straps looked like they were coming out of the elastic top. The clothing set him apart not only because it was girls' clothing but because it covered so much. The guys had long ago decided to go around half naked all the time, wearing only shorts. The only time they ever put on shirts was when it rained overnight and the temperature dropped. The structures kept the rain out for the most part, but the storms created wet drafts. The problem with their diet was slowly being solved. Billy had found a root plant that was used in cooking and though he'd never used it in the caf? menu he was familiar with it. He was "pretty sure" he knew that another root was editable, as it proved to be. He'd also found a tropical plant whose leaves were used for seasoning. It tasted horrible as a food but produced a palatable tea, especially with a little coconut milk. Dan had built a lobster trap and was catching seafood other than fish, which helped some. Encouraged by his success he built a bird trap and they experimented with new meals. Billy thought another root plant had potential as a food, but wasn't sure. They drew straws and Jim came up with the short one. He tried it, didn't get sick or die, and so they added that, sparingly because it digested poorly, to some meals. Shortly after getting up the three guys had walked a way down the beach and held an animated conversation. Kevin knew it was about him. He watched them carefully, trying to guess from their body movements and animation what they were saying and who was on which side, for or against. But they didn't seem to be taking sides or arguing, and he couldn't get any indication of what was being said. They didn't tell him anything when they returned, and each went about his business. Kevin handled clean up after their meal, something that had become his job over the last couple months, and helped each with various chores. They called him Karen a lot, obviously making an effort to do so, and he guessed that had been one of the things they'd talked about during their meeting. He didn't like it, but it was a minor annoyance and, he hoped, a temporary thing. He wasn't surprised when Billy took him by the hand and led him to the beach. Kevin noticed that Billy hadn't asked him to go for a walk, that he had just taken his hand and taken him along. He also noticed that there was no hesitation on Billy's part to holding hands in the camp. Two new things, neither good. Kevin tried to keep up his end of the conversation as they strolled down the beach, but he was thinking, as he had every night when he was alone, about how to get out of the mess he was in. His plan to be repulsive had been shut down before it even got started, the minute he'd walked back from the pond on the first day. That left him with nothing. Since then he had feverishly tried to come up with something else and failed. It was plain that things were escalating. Walks, conversation, then holding hands away from the camp, then the awful hug, then holding hands in camp. There was going to be more, he was sure. He didn't know how they planned to weasel out of the three-day agreement but he knew they would. What could he do? He couldn't think of anything. Billy didn't give any hints as they walked and talked. Kevin tried a few leading questions but only got evasive answers. At the turnaround Billy stopped. He smiled at Kevin and slipped his arms around his waist. "You were trying to figure out what we were talking about," Billy said. "Well I'll tell you one thing, we're starting to think of you as a girl. You look pretty good in those clothes and the makeup, and it's not as hard as we thought it would be. So we decided that, to celebrate your third day of our agreement, we'd each give you a kiss." "You want to kiss me?" Kevin said, struggling to get free. "Get the fuck out of here!" Billy tightened his arms, pulling Kevin closer. "Don't screw it up now," Billy warned. Kevin pushed, but weakly. He couldn't believe it but maybe they would honor the agreement and end the charade. Maybe. Billy turned his head slightly and pressed his lips against Kevin's. They were like a photograph for a moment, neither moving, and then Billy broke contact. "Not the best kiss I ever had," he said. He tightened his arms and added a threatening tone to his voice. "Let's try that again, Karen." He pressed his lips against Kevin's, and this time there was less resistance. They returned to the camp, hand in hand. There had been little conversation between them after the kiss, though Kevin didn't completely give up on trying to get information from Billy. The attempts were unsuccessful. Not unexpected, Dan approached him fifteen minutes later, took his hand and said, "Let's got for a walk, Karen." Unlike previous walks Kevin did most of the talking this time. He pressed for information about what the three of them had talked about that morning. Dan avoided answering. Kevin revealed what Billy had told him about the kiss and that they'd talked about how it was easier to think of him as a girl then they thought it would be. "He told you that?" Dan said. "Yes. Is that true?" "I guess there's no harm in telling you that part. It's true." "You, too? You think of me as a girl?" "I know better. We all do. But, you know, you look fairly convincing. I mean I can honestly say you've got a pretty face and a nice figure. The stuffed bra is pretty convincing along with the rest of it. The makeup and all." "But you all know better." "Of course. I haven't gone nuts. Not yet, anyway," Dan said. "But it's like maybe wishful thinking enters into it. Having a girl here with us has been pretty much at the top of everyone's mind in the last month or so. We're all pretty damn horny. So maybe we see what we want to see, and don't see what we don't want to see." "So what happens when our agreement is over and I go back to wearing pants?" Dan frowned, "I don't think I'm supposed to say. We'll have a meeting tonight." "With me or without me?" Kevin asked. "With you, Karen. Of course. With you." "The sun's setting; it's almost night now. When do we have this meeting?" "Jim and you have to have your walk," Dan said. "Sometime after that. Hey, look, I'd like to tell you more but we all agreed to do this in a certain way and I can't say anything." They had reached the turnaround. Dan put his arms around Kevin's waist. "You are pretty, Karen," he said, and kissed Kevin. Chapter Eight "No. What we agreed to was to go three days and then decide what to do. We've decided to keep you as a girl," Jim said. "It's supposed to be over now," Kevin protested. "It's sure as hell over for me." "We'll tell you when it's over," Jim said. "You're upset, and we'd like your cooperation, but you know we can force you if we need to." "Dan," Kevin said, turning to the man, "would you help me. Please." "I'm sorry, Karen," Dan said, "but Jim's right. We said we'd see after three days and now this is what we decided. It's for the best." "It's not the best for me," Kevin said emotionally. If he had any chance of getting out of the situation it had to be now, before it went any further. "You can't be so selfish." "This isn't the real world anymore, Karen," Jim said. "This is..." "Stop calling me Karen!" "That's the name we decided to give you," Billy said. "Get used to it." "No! This is bullshit!" "Listen," Dan said. "This is a unique situation and that calls for unique solutions." He sounded like he was repeating something one of others had told him. The phrase sounded more like something Jim would say than Dan. "We're all comfortable with this, and you should be, too." "Well it's a hell of a lot different for me than for you," Kevin said. "That's just the way it is," Billy said. "Live with it." "That's easy for you to say." "That's right, it is," Billy said. "And it can be easy for you or hard for you - your choice - but it's inevitable. There are no options here. We've got a serious problem and you're the solution." "It's not fair!" Kevin said. "I thought you were decent guys. You're behaving like monsters." "Watch your tongue, young lady," Jim warned. "I'm not a young lady, damn it!" Kevin was pushing it as far as he dared. He didn't want to cross the line where they'd resort to violence, but he did want to try and shame them enough so that they'd stop the insanity. "You are a young lady," Jim said in a eerily quiet voice. "At this time, in this place, under these circumstances you are a young lady. It can even be pleasant for you if you'll let it be. We're gentlemen, despite what you think at the moment, and you'll be treated as a lady. If you fight this you won't win. If you accept it there are real advantages. Maybe you don't see that now, but it's true. We've talked this over, believe me, and we've considered your feelings, within the context of what works. You know that you don't have a choice, so why not make it easy on yourself?" Kevin wanted to give him a comeback but he knew it would be like arguing with the tide. They had made up their minds and that was that. They were young, virile, and horny and they were stuck on a small island in the middle of nowhere. As Jim had said, they had needs. And as Billy had said, they were like guys in prison, doing something they wouldn't normally do, but something they believed they had to do. "No sex," Kevin said. "That's not practical," Jim said. "We can't go on like we are." "No sex," Kevin said again. "There's got to be a way to work that part out," Dan said. "We'll think about it." Kevin looked down and nodded. Chapter Nine Kevin went to bed early, knowing that the three of them would have another of their meetings and talk about him. He couldn't stop them. Dan might come up with an idea that would get him off the hook, but he was realistic and knew that wasn't likely. If there had been an option they would have thought of it by now. The next morning Dan took him away from camp, and when they reached a spot with some privacy he gave Kevin a new outfit to wear. This time it was low-rise girl's pants and another top that ended under his bra. "I didn't think you'd go along with this," Kevin said as he changed clothes. Dan shrugged. "Really," Kevin said. "I thought you were a decent guy." "Hey, we all struggled with it. I mean, the idea of kissing you took some getting used to. We realized we had to believe you were a girl. It took a while for everyone to get comfortable with that." "Whose idea was it?" Kevin asked. "I don't think that matters," Dan said. "We all agreed to it eventually." "I'm just curious," Kevin said. "Somebody had to say it first." Dan looked uncomfortable. "Well, I think Billy started talking about prisons and how they worked out a solution there." "I figured it was him." "Don't say anything," Dan said. "I probably wasn't supposed to tell you that." "I won't, don't worry." Kevin finished dressing and they started back toward the camp. "So what happens now?" Kevin asked. "We've got it worked out. I know you have to get used to it, but so do we. It's not something we can just jump into in a day." "So nothing will happen today?" Kevin asked. "We have a plan," Dan said. "We've agreed on it." "You didn't answer my question." "A step at a time," Dan said. "That's all I'm going to say." The step started with another walk. Kevin dreaded the walks, but in an odd way he also welcomed their predictability and familiarity. They gave him a framework. The bad part about them, of course, was the new element that it seemed the guys had decided to add with each new group of walks. At first it was just being invited to go for a walk. He had been ignored for so long that the lure was exciting. All things considered, he would obviously prefer to go back to the old arrangement where he was excluded from the group, rather than being the center of attention because he was wearing a skirt and blouse. After that it was the hand holding, and then the hug, and then the kiss. They were getting him used to a difference in his position and his relationship to them, but he thought they were also getting used to it themselves. They wanted him to get used to acting like a girl, and they had to get used to thinking of him as a girl. Like Dan had said, it wasn't something you wanted to just jump into. His walks on the beach with the guys had revealed a pattern: Billy, Dan, and then Jim. It was always the same order so it must have been a formal decision. He thought Jim was probably behind that, since he seemed very organized. Why that order, though? Billy first, because he was comfortable with threats and carrying out the threats. If Kevin rebelled it would happen on the first walk, as it had with the kiss, and it would be Billy who would remind him of the consequences. Then Dan because they'd all probably noticed that Dan was the nicest guy and had established the best relationship with Kevin. After experiencing Billy, Kevin wouldn't be likely to make a scene with Dan. And Jim finishing things off. He'd probably made it seem sacrificial to the others guys, him going last, but it was a smart move. The other two got the rough edges, but by the time it was Jim's turn Kevin had given in to whatever it was - a hug, a kiss - and Jim would get the benefits. Smart, Kevin thought. Billy held his hand as they walked on this, Kevin's fourth day in girls' clothing. There wasn't supposed to be a fourth day, but here it was. Now there was no agreement as to an end day. What the hell, Kevin thought, they hadn't kept their agreement about it only being for three days, so what did it matter if they'd said only a week more or forever. "You know, Karen, it's been a long time since the crash," Billy said as they strolled down the beach. "We've all changed. Life's a lot different." "Yeah," Kevin said. Billy laughed. "Yeah. Understatement, huh?" A little farther down the beach he said, "You look really nice, Karen. Dan's really good with the makeup." The conversation was making Kevin nervous, and he didn't like how Billy kept using the Karen name. When he didn't reply Billy said, "I look at myself now and I'm not the same person I was a few months ago. I was working sixteen hours a day trying to get our little cafe going, working with Lauri, having to find the money to pay two waitresses. Larui tends the bar and helped out in the kitchen. I can't imagine how hard it is on her with me gone for so long." He'd heard Billy voice similar sentiments when the four of them had sat around talking, or, rather, when the three of them had sat around talking and Kevin had sat around listening. But he'd never talked directly to Kevin about his life before. "I'll bet she's changed," Billy said. "I sure have. I miss her." Kevin felt like he should say something and he thought he'd hit on just the right thing. "Do you think she's being faithful?" Billy looked sharply at him. "Of course she is." They walked a few more paces and Billy added, "It's easier for girls to go without." "But you can be unfaithful to her." "I'm not being unfaithful," Billy said. "We just need a girl around. We're not having an affair." "You don't call holding hands and kissing another guy being unfaithful?" "Watch your fucking mouth," Billy said. "No more talk about guys. You're Karen, understand? And I'm not being unfaithful because I don't care a damn about you." Shit, Billy thought. He'd wanted Billy to feel guilty and bad and have second thoughts, but his question had only led to the worst possible subject: sex. "I'm sure tired of fish," Kevin said, quickly trying to change the subject. "Variety is the spice of life, Karen," Billy said. "I've learned that. Every day on this damn island is like every other day. I always dreamed of a vacation on a tropical island. Be careful what you wish for." Billy was going heavy on the clich?s so Kevin threw one back at him. "Virtue is it's own reward." Billy laughed. When they got to the turnaround point Billy looked back down the beach toward the camp. He stared for a few moments and then seemed to refocus on Kevin. He smiled at him. "You're very pretty, Karen," he said, though it came out sounding like he was saying it for him own benefit, rather than it being a real compliment. He put his arms around Kevin's bare waist, one hand dropping to his ass and pulling him close. Kevin was shocked to feel that the guy had an erection. Billy kissed Kevin's red lips. They parted, Billy smiled, and kissed him again, this time rubbing his hips against Kevin's belly. The erection was more obvious and Kevin tried to pull his body back but Billy's strong arm held him close. When Billy finally broke from the long kiss he stepped back slightly and undid his shorts. They dropped to his ankles and his firm cock bounced into view. Kevin tried to move away but Billy held his arm. Still smiling, Billy took Kevin's hand and moved it down to his crotch. "A guy can get very tense being without a woman for so long," Billy said. "Hold it, Karen, and help me out." This is it, Kevin thought. This is what it was all leading up to, and if he did it he'd be doing it for all of them, and probably doing it often. Very often. Billy's hand tightened on his arm. "Do it, Karen," he said, his voice now rougher and deeper, Kevin hesitated. If he did it, it would be part of their daily routine. But there were worse things and he supposed he should be grateful that they'd settled on this. He clasped the warm erection in his fist. "Oh, damn," Billy moaned. "Do it, do it." Kevin stroked the member up and down, just as he'd stroked his own so many times in the past. It was very strange, not feeling anything in his own cock, but he pretended he was doing himself and in no time at all Billy was shooting his load into the air. When he was done Billy quickly pulled up his shorts, grabbed Kevin's hand, and started quickly down the beach. Halfway back to camp Billy slowed their pace. "I pretended you were Lauri," he said. Kevin didn't say anything and they continued silently back to camp. Dan and Jim were waiting. Chapter Ten It happened the same way the next day. And the next. And the next. Kevin joked to himself that he was playing the role of Handjob Karen. He was amazed at the changes that had come over the four of them, himself included. He hadn't realized how tense the guys had become until he saw them starting to relax, and he was reminded of how they had been during their first few days on the island. They joked around, something that they hadn't done in the last two months. A couple of days into his new routine he was walking hand in hand toward the turnaround with Jim when the conversation turned philosophical. "Sometimes I don't recognize myself," Jim said. "What do you mean?" Kevin asked. "It's hard to put into words. The other guys have said the same thing," Jim said. "Just because you're put into a new environment, a new situation, you wouldn't think you'd become a different person. At least I wouldn't have thought so." "Different, like how?" "You're the last one I thought would have to ask that," Jim said. Kevin had thought about the same thing. He had changed, too, but he wasn't sure exactly how. Sure, he could point to specific things, but that didn't seem to be the big picture. He had gotten used to the dresses and skirts and makeup. They were just clothes. Another thing that he didn't mind so much was that he was being treated differently. It had made him feel lousy when he was wearing pants, but now he was being treated as if he was special. It was nice being the center of attention instead of being a nothing. He had also developed some confidence, and knew it. The guys were trying to win his favor. Not in any real obvious or romantic kind of way, but it was plain they all wanted him to think well of them. They probably thought that would get a better handjob out of him. Just walking down the beach with him was enough to give them boners, and it didn't seem to matter what they had picked out for him to wear. As long as he was in girl's clothing they got stiff, and once every day he held them and kissed them and massaged them until they shot their loads on the sand. It wasn't pleasant, but he had to admit that the lower stress level made the island more tolerable. "I know I don't see things the same," Jim said. "I don't think about things with an eye toward the future - how will doing this or doing that affect me in five years? That kind of stuff. I just think of what I want here and now." "There's not much here to want," Kevin said. "No, there isn't," Jim said, "so I think more about less, if that makes any sense." "Sure it does." "And I don't feel the least bit awkward doing things that I never in a hundred years would have done back in the world," Jim said. He looked at Kevin. "Like taking you for a walk." Kevin didn't know what to say. "I feel pretty good about it, to tell you the truth," Jim said. "You're pretty, and you turn the guys on, for sure." "And you, too?" Kevin asked. "Oh, yeah," Jim said. "You might not think I was so pretty if we were back in the world," Keven said. "Even if I did get dressed up like this and have on makeup." Jim was silent for a minute, and his walking slowed. "That's what I'm getting at," he said. "It is all relative. Not that you aren't pretty," he added quickly. "I don't mean that. But this island, being marooned here, has altered the way I see everything. It's insidious. It comes on you so slow you don't even know it's happening. I'd be back with Lilly and our boy and I wouldn't even be looking at other girls, but that whole frame of reference is gone." They were close to the turnaround point and Jim slowed his walk even more, as if he didn't want to get there until he'd finished his thinking. "It's like I was standing in our house," he said, "with all our furniture and stuff, surrounded by everything familiar in my life, and suddenly the house gets picked up and flies off with everything in it and I'm standing in the middle of a field - or on a deserted island. My life's gone, and I've got to make up new rules and new plans for my new existence." "I know," Kevin said. "Me, too." "All of us," Jim said. "None of us are us anymore. We're all these new people just because we've been on this fucking island for almost four months and because we're never getting off." He turned and looked at Kevin. "You feel it, too, right?" "Oh yeah," Kevin said. "Why wouldn't if affect me, too? What I thought, the other day I mean, what I thought was it was like when I started classes. I was in high school up until then, and I acted like I was in high school. That was the way all my friends acted, and that was the way everyone treated me. I saw college guys and I knew they acted different, but that wasn't me. "Then I started classes at U and everyone treated me different. I was in college, and everything was different, and pretty soon I was, too. Yeah, I was still a freshman, and I remember what you guys said about that, but I was different, just because of where I was, and what I was doing, and because of everybody's attitude toward me. They treated me like I was in college - and I was. And I changed. It didn't take long. I didn't do high school stuff anymore. I didn't even think of it and wouldn't have enjoyed it if I had." That was the most personal and longest speech he'd given since he'd washed up on shore with the rest of them, and he didn't have to think about his words because he'd thought about them many times in the past few weeks. "What we've got here on this island," Jim said, "is that same thing, on steroids." Kevin nodded. What he hadn't said was that the Karen thing was having the same affect on him as starting college. His environment had changed in a drastic way once when the plane had crashed, but it had changed a second time when he'd put on a bra, panties, a dress and makeup. Everyone - and that was literal because there were only three other people in the world - began treating him differently. And he started acting different, wearing girl's clothing, acting like a girl, and going for the walks with the guys. He wasn't a college freshman anymore. His world had changed and he had changed within it. He hadn't become Karen. Not like he had become a college student, or like he had become a person marooned on an island, but he had changed. Like Jim had said, it came on you slowly and you didn't even know it was happening. He looked at the guys in a different way, just as they looked at him differently. He was flattered by their flirting because it meant he was important to them and because it was the opposite of being shut out and ignored. He was shocked when he realized he was even taking pride in his skill at getting them off, and he thought it might be because the action gave him a sense of power over them, no matter how short lived. He wasn't the old Kevin, that was for sure. Jim was right; they had all become someone different, yet still the same. They reached the turnaround. Chapter Eleven After a week the guys had reached a point where they lasted a lot longer and Kevin had to work at getting them off. The first day of handjobs, Kevin remembered, the guys had acted a little giddy and self-conscious, but every day after that they had calmed down a bit. After a week, when their turn came up for a walk on the beach the self- consciousness was gone and they even joked about it. After two weeks it was routine. He thought often about his conversation with Jim, about his own thoughts about himself, and about Karen. He had mini-versions of the Jim conversation with the other guys. They continued to treat him like a girl and still called him Karen all the time. It hadn't bothered him in a while and he quickly stopped even noticing it. Dan still wanted to pick out clothes for him but Kevin took an interest in what would look good on him and gradually took control of all the girls' clothing that they'd recovered. He washed the garments and when the wrinkles didn't come out of some of them he pressed them between two flat pieces of driftwood that he'd found and let them dry that way. Through experimenting he found that in a certain level of open shade the dead computer screen reflected his image well enough for him to apply his own makeup. Dan added a critical eye and helped but he soon wouldn't be needed. They'd found different types of ointments, lubricants and salves in the wreckage and Karen got them all. The idea was that she could use them at the turnaround, but she hadn't needed any up to that point so she kept them in an overnight bag. She retained two bottles and used them to soften and smooth her skin. By the end of the third week the handjobs, which had been so keenly debated and nervously initiated, had become an almost mechanical part of the daily pattern. Once, Billy even forgot about their walk and she had to remind him. Then they started holding their private meetings again. "I didn't truly know how important sex could be," Billy said, as they began their stroll down the beach, hand in hand. "After three weeks of your magic fingers we've all gotten back to being ourselves." "I've noticed," Karen said dryly. Billy laughed. "You saved the day, Karen." "Glad to be of service," Karen said. Her lightly sarcastic tone was lost on the man. "Except we're not," Billy said. "We've adjusted to this place, Karen. Everything we knew is gone. This is our life. We're not ourselves. This is our home now." He looked at her. "And you're our girl, Karen." "Not quite," Karen said. "Yeah, you are," Billy said. "You're like our group girlfriend, and on this island, in this life, that's normal. It's just the way it is. We don't have wives or girlfriends anymore. All of that's done with." "I'm nobody's girlfriend," Karen said. Her voice expressed a firmness she hadn't felt in weeks. "You are, Karen. Believe me," Billy said. "We've talked about this a lot and it's ..." He paused. "At first none of us was really sure we could kiss you. You know what I mean?" "As I remember it none of you had any trouble," Karen said. "You'd be surprised, Karen. I suppose it's all right to tell you now, but that first kiss was a test. Not for you; for us. If we could all go through with it then we could move forward. But if even one of us couldn't do it then we were going to forget the idea and at the end of the three days - you remember the first three days? - we were going to let you go back to wearing pants." Karen's emotions did an internal flip. If she had only known, if she had only figured out how to make one of them so repulsed at the idea of kissing her it would have ended right there. If ... "Once we did that you were no longer ..." He