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Fantasy Cruise By Leslie Leigh I was totally burned-out. The feature project which I had been working on for the last six months was drawing to an end. Production was wrapping and the crew was saying its good byes. The production company was excited about the product, a futuristic action adventure film, shot in Atlanta, with two of the hottest box office stars in the world. Figuring that it would easily net in excess of $80 million in theatrical release alone, and grateful that we were on schedule and under budget, my friend for many years, Diane who owns the production company, added a perk in the form of an all-expense paid three month vacation cruise. She told me, in passing, that they owned a part of a cruise line and that, as a small token of her appreciation, I was booked in a luxury cabin. Anything I might need could be obtained with my signature, so the fact that I was ill-prepared for an ocean cruise made little difference. She explained that she had taken a cruise on the line about ten years ago and that she enjoyed herself so much that she talked her partners into buying a major holding in the cruise line. Diane said that she had noticed how much energy I put into my work and that she knew that I needed a change of pace to wind down. "Sweety, We're not getting any younger, and I'd like my closest friend to be around for a long time. You need to relax and recharge for a bit." I didn't argue with her, I sensed that my creativity was at an all time low and was in need of a recharge. "Les, I promise that when you get back from the cruise you'll feel like a new person. And who knows...you may meet the girl of your dreams." She gave me a peck on the cheek and handed me a plane ticket to Miami and sent me on my way. Hartsfiend / Jackson, here I Come. I arrived in Miami at 1:30 pm and was greeted at the airport by a Limo driver holding a sign that read: ?--------------------? ? Fantasy Cruises ? ? Ms. Leigh ? ?--------------------? I overlooked the obvious typo and introduced myself to the driver. After I showed her some ID and told her that Diane had sent me, she accepted that I was the party that she was to pick-up. She was a classy young woman in her twenties and she introduced herself as Bobbi. She was dressed in a crisp black chauffeurs uniform with a cap atop beautiful long blond hair, fitted jacket, white blouse, red bow tie, form hugging black skirt cut just above her perfect knees, black seamed hose, all perched atop a pair of red patent 5" pumps. To say that she was stunning would have been a great injustice. We exchanged idle chatter and waited for my single suit bag to appear on the carousel for almost an hour. All the other passengers from Atlanta had received their bags and were long gone. Bobbi, looking at the delicate watch on her wrist said that there was a clothing store on the ship and that all I would need to do was sign for what ever I needed. "Besides, you probably will only need a couple swim suits." I really didn't have many options. The airline claim office figured that my bag was now on its way to Puerto Rico and that there was no way they could get it to the ship before we left port. Bobbi reassured me that everything would be fine and she escorted me to a white stretch limo just outside the baggage area and opened the door. "Make yourself at home, the cruise doesn't leave until 9 pm so we have some extra time. Have you ever been to Miami before?" I told her that I had, but like most of my travels, I had not had a chance to see anything besides my hotel room and the location. "Well then, we'll just drive around a while and I'll point out some landmarks. There's a tablet in the back with a vacation survey program. It will give us an idea of the activities that you might enjoy during the cruise. If you have any questions feel free to ask me." With that she closed the door and assumed her position behind the wheel. As we pulled away from the airport I grabbed the tablet and turned it on. It went through a short boot-up routine and a screen appeared. ?----------------------------------------------------------? ? Fantasy Cruise Lines ? ? Preliminary Questionnaire ? ? ? ? ? ? Press Enter when you are ready to begin ? ?----------------------------------------------------------? I pressed the enter key and began. I answered the first few questions with ease. Name, address, income level, hobbies, etc. The next section dealt with legal issues. You know the "In case of emergency contact:" My parents had passed on sometime ago and the last time I allowed another to touch my heart was too long ago. For the last ten years I had married myself to my business. The offsprings of this pairing were the coldness of a little fame and moderate fortune, children who could turn on you in the brightness of a photographers flash. I could think of nobody who I would wish to burden if something should happen, so I put Diane's name in the blank. A shiver of loneliness swelled through my body as I realized that I had pushed aside any chance of sharing my life with another soul. Bobbis voice brought me back to reality. "You looked stumped. Can I help?" "No thanks, I was just thinking about how much I needed time away from work to evaluate my life." Bobbi docked the boat of a vehicle along the curb and looked back into passenger area. " There's a fully stocked bar back there. It's all part of the package. You sound like you could use a strong one. Just relax and soon you will be away from all those old pressures .". The look on her face and sound of her voice showed honest caring and concern. I felt as if somehow we had connected during the moment of eye contact that she offered. Then she turned, closed the privacy screen, and took us back into traffic. The brief encounter of our souls left me feeling somehow renewed. I opened the bar and grabbed a shot glass, salt, lime and a bottle of Patr?n. The ritual had began, Salt. Shot. Lime. CRINGE. All in all the effect was well received. I went back to the survey. The questions became more and more personal as I went on. They dealt with sexual realities and fantasies, beginning with the age of my first experience and ending with my description of the perfect fantasy woman. I was meticulous, leaving no detail to the imagination. I have always been a perfectionist. Don't get me wrong, I know that the physical attributes are only a small part of a person and that what counts is the heart and soul, but come on, this is a Fantasy Cruise. I finished the survey and the screen responded. ?-----------------------------------------------------------? ? Thank you Ms. Leigh ? ? Your answers are being processed ? ? Have a wonderful cruise ? ?-----------------------------------------------------------? This was the second time this afternoon that I had seen this typo. I tapped on the privacy screen and Bobbi lowered it and responded, "How are you doing back there?" I shifted up toward the open screen " I just wanted to let you know that the computer has a software gender identification problem. It's calling me Ms." Bobbi smiled and looked at me in the rear view. "Well MS. Leigh, I noticed that you weren't a Ms. at the airport. Our computer must have fouled up your reservation. Don't worry, your survey answers have just been transferred to the ship via 5G. I'm sure that they will pick up on the mistake. Actually I think it's kind of cute, Ms. Leigh" She giggled, gave me a little smile and a wink and re-closed the privacy screen. It was about 4:00pm, five shots of some of Mexico's best had graced my throat, and the stress of the world was all but gone. The stereo was caressing my mind with some soft rock as the world did a slow fade to black. As the world returned to my senses I realized that I was no longer in the car. The world was moving, up and down, back and forth. A blurry figure moved toward me. "Boy you must have been totally exhausted" It was Bobbis voice that entered my thoughts. "Where am I?" I asked. "You're on the SS Jorgenson, the flagship of the Fantasy Fleet. We didn't want to wake you so we just brought you aboard and put you to bed. We are 100 miles out to sea in the middle of one hell of a storm and you've been sleeping for 18 hours. I was beginning to think that you were going to sleep away your whole vacation. I took the liberty of ordering some clothes for you. They should be delivered at any time. It's 3 pm and I thought you might like to have dinner here in the room until you get your sea legs. If you would like I could join you." My eyes had focused and the vision before me was that of a goddess. She was dressed in a red thong bikini and a very shear cover up and she was standing in a pair of red high heeled pumps. I sat up and felt a little unbalanced. "I would like that very much Bobbi." She smiled. "The seas are a little rough today. It will take you a little while before your senses adjust. I'll call the ships doctor, she can give you something to help." With that Bobbi left the room. I once again attempted to get up, but this time I succeeded. I reached for a terry robe that was on the foot of the bed. As the covers fell away I realized that I was totally nude. I began to explore the room. The cabin was massive. There was a bedroom with a king sized bed, a elegantly furnished living room with a baby grand piano a fully stocked bar/kitchenette and a bathroom with a jetted tub which looked more like I should use it to do laps than to bathe. I was feeling a bit light headed so I went back to the living room, plopped down on the leather couch and flipped on the television. It automatically turned on to the events channel. There I saw an overview of the ship. I was amazed as I was shown the shops, the exercise rooms and the restaurants. This ship was more like a small city floating in the water. There were scenes of beautiful woman parading around in skimpy swim suits playing volleyball, tennis and doing aerobics. Some women were just lounging around the pool sipping colorful drinks. I heard a knock at the door and a woman's voice. "Ships doctor, may I come in?" I opened the door and found myself standing toe to toe with another beautiful woman. She was attired in a very professional yet very feminine suit. "Hello, I'm Dr. Sullivan. Bobbi tells me that you are feeling a little woozy." I motioned her into my cabin and she asked me to sit on the couch. She gave me a quick once over and said, "A lot of people have problems at sea. Here are some pills that should make you feel better. Take three a day while we are sailing. Now roll up your sleeve." I rolled up the sleeve on the robe exposing my arm to her. She pulled out a needle and stuck it into a small bottle. She withdrew it from the bottle, tapped it a few times and announced, "The pills will take a while to calm your system." This will get up and running in no time flat." She then took my arm and emptied the contents of the syringe into my arm. She gave me a cotton ball and told me to hold it in place for a few minutes. She stood up and told me that if I needed anything that I should give her a call. She then told me to stop by her office in the morning to receive another injection. As she closed the door I could swear that she gave me sexy little wink. Nah, it couldn't have been. As soon as I settled down there was another knock at the door. When I stood up I almost fell. My knees were like Jello. I took a less direct route. "Come In." A woman entered the room. "Hello, my name is Carla. I have the clothes that Bobbi ordered for you....... Are you feeling alright?" Without a word I answered her question and made an attempt to get to the bathroom, but only fell flat on my face. Carla pulled the cart filled with packages into the room and ran to me. She assisted me into the bathroom. As I knelt to drive the porcelain bus, she asked if I needed anything. "No thanks, just leave the clothes in the bedroooooooooooooom." She rung out a washcloth with cool water and put it on the back of my neck. "You'll be fine. Your system is trying to adapt. I went through the same thing my first few days." I looked back at her. Her dark hair framed a flawless face. Her big brown eyes stared down at me. They soothed my mind, but my stomach was still stormy. I felt like my insides were being torn out and my head was pounding. I gazed into her eyes for whatever relief they could provide. "When are we going to be out of this stooooooooooooooorm?" My muscles tensed and then it was over. Totally drained I asked Carla to help me to bed. As she helped me to my feet Bobbi appeared at the bathroom door. "Carla, what's wrong with Ms. Leigh?" Carla started me walking and Bobbi jumped in for support. "The seas are not being kind to his system. Let's get her to bed." As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out. Fade to black. I dreamed. Visions of beautiful women filled my mind. They taunted and teased me with their bodies and souls. I was unable to move. I was simply an observer, yet I seemed to be the center of attention. Bobbi floated through the crowd. "Hello Ms. Leigh, We know why you are here. You have been searching for your PERFECT woman. Now it is time that you meet her." The remaining women dissolved into space leaving Bobbi and myself alone in the blackness of infinity. A ghost like figure appeared before me. As Bobbi had said this was the vision of my perfect woman. "You gave us the plan and we will provide the vision. We can not however provide a soul. You must give of yourself to find your dream." As she finished her speech the vision came toward me. Closer, closer, until I could no longer focus on her form. I felt a chill run up my spine as the figure disappeared. Bobbi then whispered into my ear. "If you look inside you can find your perfect woman Ms. Leigh." "Ms. Leigh, Ms. Leigh" I opened my eyes and saw Bobbi standing over me. "Ms. Leigh, I was so worried about you. I'm glad you're awake. How do you feel?" I sat up and did a quick assessment. "I'm a little sore, but I think I feel much better. What time is it?" Bobbi looked at her watch. "It's 4:30 pm. Do you feel like dinner. I don't want you to stand me up again." "Again? What are you talking about?" The voice I heard come out of my mouth did not sound like me. It was husky yet high but little more than a whisper. She put her hand on my shoulder and said, "You and I were suppose to have dinner a three weeks ago." "Bobbi, You must be mistaken, three weeks ago I was in the middle of directing a second unit shoot in New York." The voice made me look around the room to make sure that there was no one who was talking as I moved my lips. "Ms. Leigh, three weeks ago we were two days out at sea. You were having a few problems adapting, when you passed out. Dr. Sullivan has been worried sick. She has never seen a reaction like yours. You've lost a lot of weight and you've been fed though an IV. You've been sleeping for the three weeks. You are going to be a little weak but you're looking much better now. Why don't you get cleaned up and we'll have that dinner. I'll go change and I'll be back in an hour. Do you think you can be ready?" I was feeling pretty numb, but felt as if my body needed to move. I smiled and nodded a big yes. She blew me a little kiss and walked out the door. I got up and began to stagger toward the bathroom. I didn't feel right, but what should someone feel like after sleeping that long. I laughed as I answered my own question. "Well rested." That voice! It was mine but it wasn't. Perhaps it was from not talking for such a long time. "Three Weeks? I've been asleep for a almost a mo... my gawd." I caught a reflection in the mirror. I didn't look like I remembered. My skin was smooth and my hair was touching my shoulders. I found this odd because I had started to lose my hair when I was just 19 and at the age of 30 had a head of hair that only a bowling ball could envy, but now I had a full head of thick auburn hair. I had been shaving since the age of fourteen and generally shaved twice a day, but when I ran my hand over my face I felt nothing but smooth skin. I ran my fingers through my hair thinking that in was a wig. It was real! And it was mine. I turned on the shower and let my robe fall to the floor. I stepped into the steamy water and soaked my hair. The weight of a wet head of hair once again reminded me that something was odd. I looked at my hands and realized that Bobbi's comment about my losing a lot of weight was an gross understatement. My fingers were slender and my nails were almost an inch long. Looking down at my body I noticed something else. My body hair was gone. Just like my face. I ran my hands over my body and again not a hair to be found. As my hands caressed my bare skin I guessed that I was about 110 lbs. I must have lost 50 lbs during my Rip Van Winkle act. The funny thing was that I didn't look thin. My muscle tone wasn't gone, it had just softened a bit. My chest seemed rounder and my waist terribly thin, yet my hips and butt seemed swollen. The feeling was electric as I felt the new-found flesh under my fingers. For a moment I closed my eyes and thought I was caressing a young woman until I reached my crotch and found "Fred". "Hey buddy you're not looking real good" I laughed out loud as I realized what a strange habit it was for men to treat their penis as if it were a separate thing with a personality. I did notice that it was small, smaller than I had remembered. Don't get me wrong, I was never "Hung like a horse", but now it was about the size of my pinky finger. I wrote it off as another effect of my long sleep. I got out of the shower and dried off. The sensation of the soft towel on my skin was sensational and gave me a new energy. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back to the bedroom and noticed my chest bounced as I walked. I thought to myself that it was nothing that a few reps in the gym wouldn't cure. I cupped my hands to my chest and stabilized the mounds when I saw that the clock read 5:25. Bobbi would be here any minute. I ran to the closet to get dressed. When I opened the door all I could find was very feminine clothing. I guessed that Bobbi had moved in while I was passed out . There were about ten gorgeous evening gowns, satin robes, skirts, blouses and some sportswear. On the floor of the closet there were at least twenty pairs of shoes, ranging from pink aerobic shoes to a pair of knee high leather spiked heel boots. She must have decided to move in to take care of me. I Knew that she really did care. I looked for the packages that Carla had brought up before I had gone to sleep, but couldn't find them. I picked up the phone and called Carla at the store. "This is Carla, May I help you?" "Carla, This is Les Leigh in cabin 103" "Yes Ms. Leigh, I heard you were feeling better, how may I help you?" "Carla, You brought up some clothes a while back. Do you remember where you put them?" "Bobbi and I put them away after we helped you to bed. You'll find your underthings and swim suits in the dresser, some casual and formal wear in the closet." "I looked in the closet and all I found were Bobbi's things." "Bobbi is in cabin 102, just across the hall. Her things shouldn't be in your closet. Why don't you look again." "Thanks Carla, perhaps I didn't look on the right side." I was afraid that I might get Bobbi into trouble. I was sure that the management didn't approve of their employees co-habituating with quests, so I didn't pursue the subject. As I hung up there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" "It's Bobbi. Are you ready yet?" I opened the door a crack and peeked out. "I'm running a little late. Do you need any of your things?" "What things?" "The things you left in my closet" "Are you sure you're alright? You better let me in." I opened the door and in walked Bobbi in a gorgeous red evening gown. I took her by the arm and led her to the closet. "These things," I said. "Ms. Leigh, Those are yours honey. Now will you get dressed so we won't miss dinner?" "Bobbi, These are woman's clothes." "Darling, haven't you looked at yourself in the mirror? You've undergone some changes since you came on board. Sit down and I'll explain." She sat me on the bed and began to tell me about what had transpired in the last month and a half. My good friend Diane had sent me on this cruise and told the staff to do whatever it would take to fulfill my deepest fantasy. Through Diane's suspicions, the computer survey and questions during my drug induced coma, they had decided that I would become the woman of my dreams. Bobbi admitted that they were just getting started. Since the beginning of the cruise I had been given mega doses of female hormones and testosterone blockers. My hair had been restored though a combination of techniques including transplants and a new drug not yet approved by the FDA. She said that they were all very please with the results of the hormones but that now that I was awake that they would proceed with an extensive surgery schedule. As I listened to Bobbi I realized that I had once told Diane about my fantasy of being a woman. Ever since I was a child when I wnet to bed, I would pray to God that I might awake as a girl. When I was making love to a woman I would fantasize about what she was feeling. As I grew older I actually began to take hormones that I had smuggled out of Mexico. Realizing that Mexican pharmaceuticals were not my smartest move, I once again put the fantasy on the back burner and started to work back-to-back projects and I became obsessed with my work. "Surgery?" "Yes, We have a plastic surgeon on board. We have you scheduled for breast, hip and cheek augmentation in two days. Genital reconstruction is in a week. The only surgery we could do while you asleep was a reshaping of your calf muscle and feet and we did a bit of vocal cord adjustments. We did appreciate how cooperative you were during all the electrolysis. You won't have to worry about a five o'clock shadow anymore, Anywhere. Now let's get you dressed so we can go to dinner." I guess I was still in a state of shock as she led me to the dresser and opened the top drawer. What I saw was the most beautiful collection of woman's......my underthings. She pulled out a matching set of blue corset/bra, panties. She helped me put on the corset and she pulled it tight. She told me to take a deep breath and exhale. As I emptied my lungs she gave the laces of the corset a final tug and tied them off in a little bow. I was shocked to see that the cups were not only full, but it caused me to have some ample cleavage. Bobbi caught me staring at my chest. "You're bigger than I thought but just wait until you get your new boobs, We'll have to go shopping for new lingerie." She continued to dress me and my mind was overflowing with erotic sensation. As she pulled my panties into place she paused and stroked a very limp "Fred" I was charged with excitement but there was no reaction below my waist. She tucked little "Fred" between my legs and pulled the panties into place. Next she pulled out a pair of shear black stockings and rolled them up my slender legs. "You really do have nice legs Ms. Leigh." I placed my hand on Bobbis cheek. "Please don't call me Ms. Leigh." Bobbi looked me in the eyes and gave me a little peck on the cheek. "How about if I call you Leslie?" She walked to the closet and pulled out a glamorous black evening gown. "This should do nicely for a quite dinner." Bobbi helped me step into the gown and she zipped it up in the back. She circled around me and said, "Honey, you've got a body to die for, but you still need some work." I started to turn toward the mirror but Bobbi caught me. "No peeking until I'm finished." She threw a towel over the vanity mirror and sat me down. Opening the drawer of the vanity she pulled out some make-up. She glanced at her watch and jumped up. "I'll never finish in time. I need some help." She picked up the phone and whispered into it. She hung up and returned. She began to powder my face as the door to the room opened. Three beautiful women entered the room. I recognized one as Carla, the girl who brought the clothing. The other two were introduced as Trudy and Kim. All four women huddled for a moment and then they all went to work. Bobbi continued to work on my face. Carla began to work on my hair, Trudy gave me a manicure and Kim ran to get whatever the other three requested. "Ta Da!!" Bobbi removed the towel from the mirror and admired her work. There in the mirror I saw five beautiful women, one of which was me. I was speechless. These women had turned me into a fashion model. My hair was pulled atop my head into a very feminine style exposing a very slender neck. My lips were plumb and crimson. My eyes we hypnotic, being outlined in kohl black, and my lids in various dark earth tones. Hanging thinly above my eyes, my brows screamed 'feminine'. All that remained were two graceful thin arches. My nails were shortened, but still long. They were shaped in a very feminine style and glazed in a red finish. The effect was truly amazing. The girls helped me to my feet and walked me to the full length mirror on the closet door. Kim selected a pair of shoes. They were black satin pumps with little two inch heels. "You really should wear a higher heel with this outfit, but these will do until you learn how to walk in heels." The other women were selecting jewelry for the evening. They put two rings on each of my hands. A gold and pearl necklace was placed around my neck. Some heavy matching earrings were placed in my ears. Bobbi broke my trance, "I hope you don't mind but we pierced your ears for you." The women walked me around the room while I adjusted to my new shoes. The tightness of the dress and corset and the height of the heels made walking a whole new experience, but I soon was getting around without the support from the others. I was amazed at how sensuous I felt as I moved about the room. "Let's get going. We're already late for dinner." Panic stuck me as I realized that I was being asked to take my fantasy public. "Why don't we just have dinner here in the cabin" I pleaded. Bobbi copped a determined pose. "Not on your life Leslie. We're going to the main dining room to show you off. The whole crew has been worried sick about you and they are expecting your debut." "The whole crew knows about this? How can I go out? I'm a man dressed in drag!!" Bobbi put her hands on my hips. "Darling don't think of it that way. You're a woman in a somewhat male form in the proper attire. Very soon we'll be able to drop all of that male definition from the equation." I began to question everything that was happening. "What about my career?" Bobbi held me a little closer; "Diane knew that would be your big concern, and has taken care of all that. Two weeks into your vacation we wired that you had died in an accident at sea. All the papers picked it up. New identification has been prepared for you. We've even given you a history that cannot be traced. As far as your career Diane wants me to assure you that you will have no shortage of work when we return." My emotions spilled over and I began to sob. Bobbi pulled me close. "Don't worry honey, I felt the same way when I took my first cruise." Shocked, I pulled back and sat on the bed. "You used to be a man?" Bobbi walked to the chair and sat down. "Well not really, but yes. Like you, I used to have a mans body. I signed on with the line four years ago. In exchange for the transformation I signed on for two years at sea. When my two years were up I decided to stay on. I've never been happier. Now I am in charge of the special fantasies such as yours. As a matter of fact Carla, Trudy and Kim all came to the cruise line as clients. Now, let's fix your make-up and go to dinner." She walked to me and dabbed the tears from my cheeks. Then she touched up the damage I had done and escorted me out the door and toward the dining room. *** Thank you for reading part 1 of this fantasy. If you have any suggestions concerning the continuing adventures of Leslie and her new friends, or any suggestions as to whether Should I continue the story? Should I let the ship sink?? Please drop me a note to [email protected]. *** Her life is in your hands. *** --As Bobbi closed the door to the cabin I was suddenly consumed by a feeling of great fear. Here I was, for all intents and purposes, a man in drag, preparing for all the world to see right through me. "Bobbi, Maybe this isn't a good idea." "Don't be worried silly, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. Let's go get some food. Give it a few minutes and if you don't feel comfortable we'll head back to your cabin. Trust me, your the prettiest lady on this ship." Bobbi's statement caused me to blush, but the tone of her voice told me that I was not being set up to take a fall. She took me by the arm and began to guide me down the hall. The new shape of my body and the heels that I was wearing forced me to walk with an unstable swish. Don't take such big steps, You'll find that the trick to heels is to take dainty little steps., placing one foot in front of the other." Before continuing down the hall I practiced a bit with my new situation. As I grew comfortable with my new walk and the bounce of my buns we started on our way. "Because I know better, I'd say that you were enjoying this." I smiled at Bobbi's comment and took her by the arm. "Let's hurry up and get going before I chicken out." As we entered the dining room it went silent. "LADIES, IT IS MY PRIVILEGE TO INTRODUCE YOU TO MISS LESLIE LEIGH." All heads turned in my direction. After a moment that seemed like an eternity everyone stood and applauded. Bobbi took my arm and escorted me to our table. On our way I received little hugs and kisses from what seemed like a hundred attractive women. The room went silent only after we reached our table and sat down. "Now wasn't that easy?" "Bobbi this may seem like a strange question, but why are there only women in here?" Bobbi giggled. "Not all of these folks are women, Some are women, some are men who enjoy wearing sexy clothes. You my dear are very special and everyone is happy that you finally joined us." Dinner was delicious but I could hardly keep my eyes open by the time desert was served. The evening became a blur as I realized that I was unable to keep my hold on reality. As I dreamed that night, I saw myself meeting myself. My male self was wandering naked in darkness when another figure appeared. It was my female self, dressed in a long flowing gown. She, I mean I, began a conversation with him, I mean me. She exuded a confidence that he lacked. Taking the initiative she pulled him close and kissed him deeply. Her hands explored his body. She laid him upon the ground and made love to him. The moans of pleasure were in perfect unison and built to a glorious climax. He looked deeply into her eyes and said one word, "Yes." She kissed him and he dissolved into space. She stood, brushed the hair from her face. "Now we are one." I awoke in my cabin, the brightness of the day peering in through the windows. I pulled back the cover to find that I was wearing a satiny little nighty. My hands began to caress the fabric and the new body that was underneath. I felt strange yet terribly excited as my hands reached my growing breasts. My nipples hardened in response to my caress. One hand began to explore other regions of myself. I felt velvety smooth skin at every touch. My hand slid from my breast as I gently arched my back. Lower, inch by inch, taking in every sensation. A flat, smooth stomach and a thin waist. hips that were round yet firm. My hand moved toward my crotch, not wanting to awake from the fantasy, but having to know what remained of my former self. I was ripped out of my fantasy body tour as I discovered Fred. He was still there, but had become ever smaller. The term "pencil dick" popped into my head, but this pencil had been in an electric sharpener a little too long. My balls couldn't be found. Not just hard to find but gone. Trust me I knew where I had left them. I ran to the bathroom for a closer examination. As I got up Bobbi entered the room "Good your up. We've got a big day ahead of us" "Bobbi, what happened last night?" "After we came back to the cabin you passed out. You looked so dear that I just undressed you and put you to bed." "No I mean, ... Look." I held the loose skin that had contained my balls for her examination. "MY BALLS ARE GONE." "Oh yes, Dr. Sullivan thought it would be a good idea to get a head start on your procedures. All it took was a small incision and a few snips and "TA DA." Besides, you must get out into the sea air. You've been couped up in your cabin too long and there's no way we could hide those old things in this." She held out a couple of very small pieces of fabric. "What's that?" "This is a little something I bought for you. Your going to be so cute!" Bobbi took a step towards me and held the bottoms up to my body. "It looks like we may have to get rid of that hair around your bikini line." She turned me around and headed me back toward the bathroom. She had me sit on the edge of the vanity and spread my legs. She opened the medicine closet and pulled out her supplies. First she trimmed the area with some scissors. Then she applied some shaving cream to the area. As she rubbed it in I found myself enjoying the whole experience. I closed my eyes and began to feel the energy of her touch. I felt the coldness of the razor contact my skin. The pressure was building inside me and I found myself moaning in ecstasy. My body was writhing with pleasure. I began to massage my budding breast when I felt the warmth of Bobbi's mouth in my crotch. She kissed what was left of my former sex. My head was telling me that I should have a rock hard erection, but my senses were telling me a new story. I collapsed as every muscle in my body tensed and released. As I regained my senses I found Bobbi resting her head in between my legs. She looked up at me, smiled. "I hope you don't mind. I just couldn't help myself." When she lifted her head she exposed the fact that she had done a little more than cleaning up my "bikini line." There was no hair left around my diminishing manhood. Before I could say a thing Bobbi bounced to her feet. "This suit doesn't leave much to the imagination. I figured we should play it safe. Besides you have recovered faster than we thought so we've moved your surgery up and we would have to shave the area anyway." She put her hand on the newly denuded skin. "I really enjoy the feel of shaved pussy." She bent over and gave me a another little kiss. I finally was able to gain enough composure to comment, " Bobbi, I think that this is really what I have always wanted. I love my new body and I think I love you." Bobbi smiled from ear to ear "Honey, you are moving a bit too fast. When we're finished with you every man will want you for his own. I do like you, but let's take it slow. O.K.?" I was a little embarrassed and a little hurt that my emotions were so one sided, but I realized that she was probably right. I was experiencing so many new feelings that maybe I had jumped prematurely. A tear ran down my cheek. Bobbi took me in her arms and gave me a hug. "Let's get going and enjoy the day." She helped me on with the suit. The bottom was no more than a triangular piece of fabric with a string attached to each corner. She tied the three strings together in the back and snugged the sides up on my hips. She placed her hand on my crotch and gave it a little rub. "See how pretty and smooth you are?" Then she handed me the top which I put on with only a little difficulty. My breasts were getting bigger everyday and were peeking out from all directions of the top. Bobbi stepped back to take it all in. "Girl, we need to get you some sun. You're new body is crying out for a tan." She walked to the closet and pulled a cover-up from it's hanger and a bag from the floor. She placed the bag on the bed and handed me the sheer cover-up. She then got a pair of strappy sandals out. She sat me on the corner of the bed and lifted my leg by my calf. She then slipped the sandals on my feet and pulled me to my feet. She then did a little fix on my make-up and we were off to the pool. We drenched ourselves in the warm sun and talked about what I had to look forward to. As we laid on our backs she explained that the operation was normally done in stages, but that the ship's operating room had the latest "state of the art" equipment so there was less shock to the body. All incisions would be made with a computer controlled laser. The technology was so innovative that it left no scars and healing was incredibly fast. Most of the incisions would not even require any stitches. She assured me that Dr. Sullivan's technique was the best in the world and that everything would be just fine. The conversation then turned to "girl talk." We gabbed about clothes, hair and make-up. After about a half an hour we turned over and get some sun on our backs. The fullness of my breasts under my body felt a little strange at first, but I soon found it somewhat intoxicating. As I relaxed in the heat of the sun I felt a warm hand on my back. "We don't want you to burn. Let me put a little oil on you" She untied the strings to my top and began to massage some oil onto my skin. I found myself relaxing to her every touch. I then felt the strings to my bottom fall to my sides. I felt her hands slide over my buns, caressing then gently. I was in heaven! Without thinking I spun around and grabbed Bobbi and kissed her with every bit of passion I possessed. She melted in my arms as she returned my passion. As I released her from my embraced we both realized that my top and bottom were laying on the deck. We looked at each other and giggled. "Bobbi, I've got to have you now." She returned with a sly smile and the offer of a large towel. "Let's go lover." We jumped up and practically ran to my cabin where I wasted no time in getting back to were I had left off. We where in perfect sync with each other. Our souls seemed somehow entwined and we explored each other leaving no flesh unloved. I awoke in Bobbi's arms. I felt so warm and loved. Bobbi kissed me on the back of my neck. "Today's the big day. Come on sleepy head, Dr. Sullivan is expecting you at 10am sharp." I got to my feet and did a little stretch. "Bobbi will you be with me during the surgery?" "Honey I will be with you until you grow tired of me. I was wrong to question your emotions and twice as wrong to question mine. I do love you." There was a knock on the door and in walked a young woman in a nurses uniform. "Miss Leigh it's time to get you prepped. Are you all set?" I practically jumped into the wheelchair that she offered and off we went. I was soon being prepped for the surgery that would finally rid me of a life that never seemed to fit quite right. Dr. Sullivan leaned over and gave me a few reassuring words and then turned to the nurse. "Miss Leigh this will let you sleep during the procedure." She placed a plastic mask over my nose and mouth. "Take a deep breath and please count down from one hundred." I took a deep breath and looked into the nurses eyes. "99-98-97-96-95---94. ........" As blackness flooded my consciousness I heard Bobbi's voice. "I'll be here if you need me. I love You." These were the last words I heard as my blackness changed to white. When reality and I once again joined I was sore all over. From head to toe I had a dull ache. "Did everything go well?" "Darling things went terrifically!" Dr. Sullivan said that you were strong enough to finish all the procedures. She actually was able to use some new techniques that I am sure you will be pleased with. Dr. Sullivan will be here in a while, but for now just relax." I closed my eyes and followed Bobbi's suggestion. I couldn't move anyway. I was able to see that I looked like a mummy. I was wrapped from head to toe in gauss wrapping. Dr. Sullivan moved into my line of sight. "Good evening Miss Leigh, I just wanted to stop by and let you know how everything went. You have undergone some major plastic surgery in the last few hours and if I do say so myself. I did my best work ever. In addition to the genital reconstruction we gave you a size C set of breast implants. With all of the hormone treatments you've had they look very natural. We also inserted some implants around your hips and buttocks. I decided that while we were at it I'd work on you lips, cheeks, nose and eyes a bit. I hope you like my work when you see it. Your entire body is covered in one of my little tricks. I use a cream which acts as a preventative measure against infection. It is loaded with a topical hormone which will allow for quick healing, no scarring and best of all, smoother skin. I will be back in the morning to remove the bandages and check out my work. Tonight just rest and dream of your new life." She then gave me two shots. "The first shot I gave you will help you sleep tonight and ease any discomfort you may feel. The second was your last mega dose of hormones. It contains an activator which will begin the flow of hormones from the time release unit we implanted." Dr. Sullivan continued to talk as her image blurred and my mind once again faded to white. I awoke the next morning and was feeling great. All the ache from the night before had disappeared. I was a little apprehensive about what I would find under my wraps. I had seen pictures of people who had undergone minor plastic surgery and they all were black and blue for weeks after the procedure. I was preparing myself for the worst when Dr. Sullivan entered. "Good, You're awake. As soon as Bobbi gets here we'll see how we did." No sooner had she uttered Bobbi's name the door opened and in walked Bobbi and Carla. "Hi hon, how are you doing? I brought Carla with me to get your new measurements. We need to get you dressed for tonight." I heard the click of the scissors as they cut the bandages on my legs. As the bandages were removed up to my waist there was a gasp in the room. My mind raced thinking that something had gone terribly wrong. I went into a mild state of shock until the bandages came off my chest. The room broke out in a simultaneous cheer. Bobbi leaned towards me. "YOU ARE GORGEOUS" Dr. Sullivan helped me sit up and I was able to see my legs. They were wonderful. They tapered up to very voluptuous hips. Dr. Sullivan then removed the bandages from my head and once again there was a little cheer. Bobbi handed me a mirror and I tentatively turned it to my face. The image that met my gaze was that of a true beauty. I was speechless as the girls helped me to my feet. They escorted me to the full length mirror and I felt my knees go weak. Staring back at me was the woman I had seen in my dreams. This was the woman that I had searched for all my life. I had never imagined that I was my perfect woman. As I stood admiring my image Carla went to work. A tape was looped around my body. "Hips, 36 ... Waist .... 25 ... Chest ... 36C. She smiled at me and gave me a little peck on the cheek. "I'll be back in bit with some new frocks." She bounced out of the cabin. "Well what do you think?" Dr. Sullivan broke me from my trance. "I look ... WONDERFUL. I was afraid that I was going to be bruised all over." "My technique and the use of the post-op cream eliminates most all trauma to the effected tissue." My hands began to explore my new body. I examined my crotch and it reminded my of a pre-pubescent girl. There was of course no hair, but is was all female. My shape was even more feminine than before the surgery and I found myself exploring every newfound curve. My hands moved up and caressed my breast. They could no longer be termed as "budding." They were full and very womanly. It was going to take a while before they felt natural. Still higher, my hands reached my face. I traced the outline of my full lips, felt the fullness of my cheeks and fell in love with the way my eyes had been brought out. I imagined myself being the face on a Cosmo in the very near future. I was so into myself that I had forgotten that Bobbi was in the room. I turned around and found that Bobbi was as "into" my new body as I was. I squealed and shocked Bobbi by grabbing her. "I hope you like my new body as much as I do." Bobbi, still a little shocked by my sudden attack. "Girl, I love it. I wish I looked as good as you do. I'm going to have a battle to keep the men away from your cute little body." "I can see that you're doing just fine. Come see me before we dock. "Dr. Sullivan turned and left the cabin. Before the door closed Carla came back in with two other girls. In a rush of modesty I tried to cover up, but I found that I no longer had enough hands to cover all the vital areas. I simply gave up and laughed out loud. Carla and her entourage began to sort some of the clothes out on the bed. The four girls acted as if I was a life sized Barbie Doll. They slid a fresh pair of black laced french cut panties into place. I was pleasantly surprised as the crotch eased up between my new lips. A matching underwire bra was supporting my boobs and a cincher was pulled tight nipping my waist down to a petite 20 inches. The garters hung down from the beautiful, yet brutal satin wrapped around my waist as black silk stockings were sliding up my legs. The girls then slipped a gown over my head. I was a royal blue tea length with a sheath bodice. My new cleavage was diffused by a little lace trim. I sat on the edge of the bed and Carla placed a pair of satin pumps on my feet. "The heels are 6 inches, but with the 1 inch platform you should be OK, and they are so sexy." The girls then guided me to the vanity and began to make me over. Bobbi worked my hair atop my head exposing my neck. Carla and the other two giggled as they applied the magic to my face. My nails were shaped and polished. Diamond drop earrings were put in my earlobes and a matching necklace was draped around my neck. A touch of "White Shoulders" perfume was dabbed on my neck, in my cleavage and behind my knees. The girls then dragged me back to the full length mirror. I couldn't believe that the person looking back was really me. There was no clue that I was ever anything but the beautiful woman that I now was. My head was reeling as I was swung around to face Bobbi. She was down on one knee. "Leslie, A vast emptiness has been filled by your light. I want us to share a life together, The good times and the bad. Please say that you will join me in my journey called life. Our souls are stronger as one." She took my left hand and slipped a diamond on my ring finger. "Leslie, this ring signifies my undying love for you. It has no beginning and it has no end. Tell me that you will be mine until the end of time." My mind was racing, the overload of emotion rushed my brain and the world faded..... "Miss Leigh, we're here." It was Bobbi's voice that brought me back. "Bobbi?" "Yes Miss Leigh?" I suddenly realized that I was in the limo. A quick assessment revealed that I was just good old MALE Les Leigh. "I'm sorry Bobbi, you caught me in the middle of a dream." "I'm sorry Miss Leigh, but the ship leaves in an hour. It's time for us to board and start that vacation." "Bobbi, are you going to be on the cruise?" "Yes I will. In fact my cabin is right across from yours. Why do you ask?" "Perhaps we could get together for dinner?" "I'd love that Miss Leigh. Let's get going before they sail without us." She opened my door and we walked towards the SS Jorgenson. As I got closer I couldn't help but wonder about my dream. It was just a dream, wasn't it? I'll send you a postcard when we dock. Weather is here. Wish I was Beautiful!!