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Boat Trap
"Well this sucks."
It was an odd turn of events. Stacy had won an all-expenses trip
somehow, and we had been looking so forward to this cruise. But now -
disaster. Stacy was stomping around our cabin, acting as if the whole
thing were my fault. But it wasn't.
"You shouldn't have said anything, Stace. You should have kept your
mouth shut for once!"
Long story short: Stacy and I were on our first romantic trip together.
But we would not be having sex on this trip, because Stacy had insulted
a fellow passenger who took the whole thing out of proportion and did
something to me. It happened rapidly, and the woman just laughed and
laughed as I deflated then inflated again - only in certain areas, and
as I let out a god-awful scream in a voice wholly unfamiliar to me.
Stacy dragged me back to the cabin, muttering the whole time about
getting even with this woman.
"Haven't you done enough?" I asked.
"Shut up and stay still," she said. "As soon as we get you dressed in
something that fits, we're gonna find her and make her undo this. Ugh,
you have too much fucking hair, Gerald."
She scooped my hair into one hand and pulled a headband onto me, trying
to tame it a little. See, she was trying to adjust one of her bras to
fit me, and my hair kept getting in the way. With my hair slightly
better controlled behind that headband, she made short work of the bra.
"How's that?"
"Fine, I guess," I said. "I mean, the fact that I have tits means things
are not fine. But it feels okay."
My voice was so soft and high even talking was demeaning.
"Do I sound like as much of a squeaky little girl to you as it sounds to
me?"
"Yes, honey. Yes. Get dressed and then we go find that woman."
I balked.
"Why, so she can do something weird to you too? Or make this worse for
me? For fuck's sake, I'm a woman!"
"I noticed. You just help me look. I'll worry about what happens when we
fine her. Here, wear these."
She handed me a blue and white striped shirt and a pair of white
overalls shorts.
"I'm not wearing this."
"I'm not sure what else of mine will fit you, Ger. These are a little
small on me so should work on you, with the adjustable straps. Okay?
Either that or this skirt. Not like I packed my whole closet."
She held up a clingy micro-mini.
"I'll take the overalls," I said begrudgingly. I slipped the shirt on
over my head and stepped into the confounding things - buttoned one
side, buttoned the next, reached around like a gymnast to find the hook
so I could strap them on. Stacy lost patience.
"Sit! I'll do it."
She buckled me in and tightened the straps. She gave me a pair of little
flip-flops with a flower pattern on them. I looked in the mirror. I
looked like a high-schooler. Well, with a full chest, anyway.
"This is terrible."
"You said you loved that outfit on me!"
"On you!" I emphasized.
We walked the perimeter of the cruise ship, then went to all the spots
where people could possibly be: the pools, the library, the theater, the
dining area. No sign of the woman. When we came back up top and walked
through the pool areas for a second time, a couple of men offered us
drinks.
"No thanks," I said.
"Sure, why not?" said Stacy, albeit much louder, as always.
She paired off with one of the guys, and the other swooped in on me. It
was then I grew very self-conscious - about my size, about the short
hemline of these pants, about the swell of my bust pressing - straining
even - against the bib.
"What's your poison?" he asked.
"I better not," I said.
"Margarita it is," he said. The men went to the bar and Stacy and I sat
at the nearby lounge chairs and I asked her what the hell she was doing.
"We may as well stay put," she said. "At some point, they're bound to
show up. After all, we saw them around here last time."
The men came back with drinks - they'd bought themselves margaritas on
the rocks, but I guess assumed women would prefer the blended variety,
so that's what I was given. Stacy introduced herself, and introduced me
as her "friend Geraldine." Then she got to flirting. I grabbed her arm.
"What are you doing?!?" I said.
"Look, sweetheart, I came on this trip to drink and have fun and get
plowed. And since you don't have the equipment right now... well, c'mon.
You understand."
"I most definitely do not understand," I said. "This is your fault, and
you said you would fix it."
"And I will. Until then..."
She turned back to her suitor, a shirtless gent with several tattoos. I
sighed and looked at the guy who was gunning for me. He was huge, like
some kind of bodybuilder. I didn't see any tattoos, but he had the
modesty to still have his shirt on. I sipped my drink, and he talked
about himself. A lot. Without asking.
"You seem uncomfortable," he finally said.
"I've had better days."
"Would another drink help?"
"Why not?" I said.
This time he treated me to a pina colada - again, blended, again without
asking my preference. But it went down pretty easily. By the time we
were ready for round three, he'd started asking me about me - just stuff
like what television and sports I liked - and I got used to my stupid
baby voice, or at least managed to forget about it. I even forgot I was
wearing such a wretchedly adorable little outfit until I excused myself
to go pee. I almost pissed myself in the extra time it took to take
those fucking straps off. I peed as carefully as I could; my new
equipment wasn't so hard to handle as I'd feared. I did struggle again
to fasten those straps; I nearly dunked one in the toilet, which would
have sucked, but I averted disaster. When I left the stall, a man
reminded me I should've used the ladies' bathroom. I laughed and thanked
him and tried to blow it off. Hadn't even occurred to me.
I returned to our little area, and my giant was waiting for me, but
Stacy and shirtless dude had left.
"Where'd they go?" I asked.
"Your room, I think. Guess you're stuck with me."
"Guess so."
Just then I caught sight of the woman - fifty-something, dark hair,
really nice looking for an older lady. I gathered my courage and stood
up to confront her, but then my legs turned to rubber and I fell right
back onto my can.
"Got up too fast?" muscles asked. "What's the rush?"
I looked around again and she was gone.
"Nothing. Never mind. I just want to go rest, but Stacy's occupying the
room, I guess."
"Yeah, and Jonny takes his time. Ladies love that guy. He lasts
forever."
He smiled and brought his head close to my ear. He smelled like Old
Spice.
"I'm no slouch myself, if you dig, Geraldine."
I pulled away.
"Hey, hey, no pressure. Another drink?"
I nodded. We finished round four - four? I couldn't keep track - and
decided to play some of the games about on deck. I beat him in a game of
giant-sized chess. He whipped me in ping-pong, which upset me because I
was usually quite good, but now had a vastly reduced wingspan.
"Should we check on them?" he offered at one point.
"Please," I said. I was tired of maintaining this charade. I led him to
the cabin I shared with Stacy and knocked on the door. No answer, no
noise. I keyed in.
"Hey, they're gone," I said.
He'd followed me in.
"So, you planning on getting some rest now?"
"Uh huh."
Muscles got way too close for comfort. He smelled of Old Spice and sweat
and margaritas at this point.
"Listen - I know this is a little forward, but..."
"No," I said.
"Okay, okay. I tried. I'll just leave you with this," he said. I backed
away, but not far enough - small, small cabin - and he grabbed my bib
and pulled me closer to him and planted a good one right on my lips. He
let go and, for some reason, I didn't protest or pull away.
"Okay, leaving now," he said. "Which is a shame because you are just
adorable. Wish you'd give it a chance."
"Chance" echoed in my head. It occurred to me that this did represent
something of a unique opportunity. What if the spell wore off, or we
found the woman and she changed me back? I could be the first guy in
history to know what it's like for a woman.
"Stop," I said. "Close the door."
He helped me out of my outfit and underwear and then he did the same to
himself. He did have two tattoos. He was surprisingly gentle for a guy
who could handle me like a rag doll, gentle for a while, anyway, until
it was time to not be gentle, and then oh my god. Oh my god. Oh. My.
God.
I fell asleep and when I woke up I was still female and alone. I flipped
on the lights. I pulled my underthings and shirt back on. I started to
pull the overalls back on, but they'd been covered in human juices
somehow, so I put them in the laundry basket and looked around for that
skirt Stacy had offered to me earlier. I found it and went wandering
around, looking for anyone. Stacy. The witch (or whatever she was).
Muscles. I found all three, with Stacy's tattooed guy besides, drinking
together at the same bar. I was confused.
"Stacy. Stacy! You found her!" I said. Stacy laughed.
"Hey guys, Geraldine wants to point out that we 'found her', ha ha ha."
All of them turned and were laughing at me, except muscles. He just had
a smirk.
"I like the skirt, Gerald," he said.
"What ... what is going on?" I asked.
"Did you think I won an all-expenses vacation for two? Come on. Shit
like that doesn't happen," Stacy said. "Kenneth here -" she indicated
muscles "--he's got this weird fetish. And Yerza, our witch friend, helps
him out with it."
"I don't understand," I said.
"Kenneth likes men who've become women."
"He started with transgenders, but likes the real thing better, Yerza
said. "And money is no object for him, so once he met me and learned
what I can do...?"
"This is insane," I said.
"Hey, I know, when I discovered how much I loved taking cherries from
brand new women, I was shocked. But where there's enough dough there's a
way."
"So, you, Stacy, traded sex with a transformed... me... for a vacation?"
"Uh huh. I'm like your pimp, hah hah."
I started tearing up.
"This is fucking humiliating! We are through, Stacy!"
"We don't have to be. Ken's done with you, now you can be changed back
once you aren't wearing my clothes. Don't want you to rip them, you
know. And then you and I can pick up where we left off."
I stood there, angry, arms folded. I looked at Stacy in the eye, and
then at Muscles.
"Hey, unless you want to go another round with me. You're still awkward
enough that I would dig it," he said.
"No. And no," I said to them. "Fuck you, and fuck you. And you," I said
to Yerza. "Can you tell me how to undo this so I can change back when I
want?"
"Sure, I guess. I can make it a password."
"Good," I said. "Because don't think I'm done being Geraldine. Hey,
Tats," I said to the guy Stacy had made it with. "You up for a roll?"
"Fuck yeah!" he said.
I fucked him that night, then fucked Yerza the following night, then
someone new every day for the rest of the trip, until the final night.
Stacy wouldn't let me borrow her clothes anymore, but it was easy
getting men to buy me stuff to wear in the ship's store. I never left
the boat, since I couldn't get back on with an ID that didn't look like
me, but that was okay. I didn't have any trouble getting people to stay
aboard with me.
By the end of the week Muscles wouldn't have been interested anyway. I
wasn't awkward as a woman anymore. He actually glared at male me on the
smaller boat back to port, as did Stacy, who I didn't speak to ever
again. But I didn't care. I glowed for a friggin' week.
Best. Vacation. Ever.
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