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A New Social Order
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters
The first miracle was that we all survived the crash.
There were only 12 of us on board for this flight from Sichuan, China,
to Sydney, Australia. It was a freight plane with only 18 passenger
seats. Some had been travelling alongside their cargo, like Gerry the
Engineer and Delia the fashion designer. Others like me and Sunny, and
also Andy, knew about seats on cargo planes from experience, and had the
connections to hop the flight. The two Australian guys, Matt and Joe,
and Doc had been bumped of a scheduled air service, and Harry worked for
the freight company. Then there was Eddie, the steward, Tim the pilot,
Kenny the Co-pilot, and the last Passenger - Torven Par.
We have to credit Tim and Kenny with bringing us down safely on the
island. What they did was truly remarkable. They were able to glide a
jet with no fuel from altitude, spot land without navigational
equipment, land on the sea and still have enough speed to bring the
whole fuselage up onto the beach.
As we found out later, it was not a question of no navigation, it was a
totally sabotaged navigation system. It did not take us too long to
work out that we were in the Northern Hemisphere and that we had been
flying in totally the wrong direction. Apparently, the system had been
hacked and we were following a route with all the waypoints in place
guiding the auto-pilot - all completely false!
The intention was that we would run out of fuel and crash into the North
Pacific Ocean, with everybody looking for us expecting to find us in the
South Pacific Ocean 7,000 miles away. Of course, we debated who might
have done this and why, for many days and nights, but it could not
change anything. This is where we were.
Initially we still held out hope that we would be spotted from the air,
although it quickly became clear from looking for jet trails in the sky,
that we were near no flight paths. Torven took off the day after the
crash to find a high point and look for land near the island. We knew
it was an island because Tim and Kenny had viewed it from the sky before
we came down. They said that they saw other islands, but Torven could
see nothing from the summit. Our best guess was that we were an
isolated island in the Aleutian chain.
We had some food on board and some in the cargo, so initially we just
hunkered down with what we had and waited. But it was not long before
the group split into two, based on how to handle the situation.
Torven led the group that we called "the Pioneers". They were keen on
leaving the beach and setting up camp in the rocks to the east. Their
thinking was based around us not being found before winter set in and
being prepared to hunker down for a long term stay, maybe with a view to
finding our own way off when the weather improved.
Tim and Kenny were "the Sitters", and most of us stuck with them, mainly
because they were the flight crew and nominally in charge. Tim believed
that staying with the wreckage was the way to go. The fuselage had
fractured in the middle, but the passenger cabin upstairs behind the
cockpit, was largely intact and could house most of us.
The Engineer went with Torven and so did Matt and Joe, and eventually
Doc and Delia (who had struck up a friendship both being the same age -
early fifties) left the sitters and moved to the Pioneer Camp.
Tim had initially said that the food on board could be split on a per
head basis but as supplies ran low he was less inclined to give. It was
of no concern to the pioneers as they had been able to fish, kill some
seals and collect shellfish, seabird eggs and some seaweed and edible
vegetation. They were resourceful.
What they were able to do with the wreckage was nothing short of
amazing. None of us visited their camp until much later, but when we
did we saw that they had built a modern facility with running water, hot
water and even electric power!
All we saw was them regularly turning up to strip away parts of the
plane. We did not care so long as they left our part and the food.
Torven and the engineer had found tools in the cargo and were able to
use these to strip aluminium from the wings and tail, and to dismantle
the engines and build three windmills with turbine blades. They were
able to build a boiler from a hydraulic pressure vessel and use
hydraulic pipe and hose to run water.
None of the stuff they took was of any concern to Tim and Kenny. All
they were interested in of the cargo was food, and fabric and clothing
for the increasing cold. Unfortunately, almost all of the clothes in
the cargo were women's clothes, and there was only one woman among us -
and Delia had gone with the pioneers. Fortunately, the clothing was
late stock for a Southern Hemisphere winter, so it was useful in a cold
climate. We wore women's leggings under our pants and found other items
that we could wear under or increasingly ragged clothes, to keep us
warm.
We later found out that Delia was sewing clothes for the Pioneers with a
sewing machine that the Engineer had found in the cargo and adapted for
her to use. Later on, Matt and Joe set the tone with their clothes,
which were a mixture of sealskin and coloured felt. Somehow it was
perfect look - rugged but colourful. Torven favoured skins only. He
was tall and powerful, and seldom spoke, even within his own group.
Matt and Joe were sociable types and had introduced themselves to
everyone before our flight had even taken off. Like everybody except
Doc and Delia, and the Engineer, and Torven I guess, they were young -
under thirty. They seemed well equipped for survival, like Torven. As
it turned out we found out that Torven was nearly forty, but we thought
he was younger.
Among the sitters there were not the same type of people. Tim was slim
and quite good looking, but he was not the outdoors type. He did his
best to stay in charge. Kenny was physically stronger but was fully
supportive of Tim and stuck with the sitters. Eddie the steward was
Filipino, gay, and soft as butter. Andy was not gay (or so he said) but
he was just as soft. And the truth of it is that neither Sunny or I
were much better. A typical young Chinese man, I was a little too plump
at the beginning, and really used to an easy life. Sunny (Sunil) was
Hong Kong Indian and quite slight in build. We were both also ill
prepared for the rigours of life on the island.
Staying with the sitters seemed like the right course for us as we had
nothing to offer. In fact, Torven had basically chosen the Pioneers for
what they could do. The engineer and he had designed their camp and all
the facilities, Matt and Joe had the skills to help them build it, and
to help Torven with the hunting, fishing and gathering. Delia had the
skills to make clothes, and she and Doc were both good cooks. Plus Doc
was a medical doctor, a plastic surgeon who had been in China presenting
some seminar, as it turned out, on Sexual Reassignment Surgery.
Maybe it was that fact, and the presence of the drugs on board that got
Matt and Joe thinking about the absence of women, and how that could be
addressed.
I heard later, that they asked Eddie first. While Eddie could see that
the Sitters were suffering, he was loyal, and declined to move to the
Pioneers on their terms. So, they came to see Sunny and me, and put
their case to us. In fact it was Tim who arranged the meeting. He had
gone to see Torven to ask for food, but Torven had said that he would
only feed those who accepted his authority. Tim said that he felt that
he should ask all of us whether any one of us wanted to leave. Kenny
and Eddie were loyal, and Andy was just too lazy I guess. But we agreed
to talk terms.
I feel that I must make some excuses at this point. It had been 34
weeks since the crash and we were low on food. Winter was starting to
bite and (as I learned later) without food it is harder to find the
energy to keep warm. Plus it was getting too cold to venture out, and
we knew we could expect conditions to get worse. Sunny and I had lived
our lives in the tropics, only experiencing winters from inside warm
hotels. Plus, we had a full understanding of how lost we were and so it
seemed that we would not be found. To stop us from feeling guilty we
reasoned that four "Sitters" had a better chance than six. Tim and
Kenny knew that too and let us make the call.
So Sunny and I met with Matt and Joe. They told us that it had been
agreed in the Pioneer camp that they (Matt and Joe) could sponsor us
(Sunny and Lee) if we agreed to "bond ourselves to them". We did not
quite know what that meant but we agreed to go with them to visit the
camp.
The path through the rocks was well built and was wide enough for the
cart they had built from the undercarriage to carry heavy items up from
the beach. The path opened into a courtyard which lay well to the
northern sun. There were some garden plots in the middle and on one
side fish traps and lobster pots were stacked to dry. The windmills
were on the rocks above us, and we could see wires stripped from the
plane running from them. Backed against a cliff with natural caves was
the main house, which included communal cooking facilities. But there
were also separate cottages made from ULD or upturned LD3 air containers
mounted on mud brick bases.
Torven and the engineer were not there but Doc and Delia were in the
living area of the main house. It was fashioned from the back end of
the fuselage turned upside down and had translucent panels between the
aluminium and the mudbrick base to allow natural light. There was a
driftwood fire going and the room was warm and there were faint cooking
smells. I knew Sunny felt the same way I did - we would do anything to
live here.
But then Matt outlined the deal. We would be "wives" for Matt and Joe.
That meant dressing and living full time as women, and probably being
subjected to sex with these strong young guys. I had never had a gay
thought in my life, so the thought of this made me shudder. Then Doc
chimed in with what he would do medically to help us to fit in as women.
And Delia said that she was looking forward to having some women to
share her knowledge, skills and interests with. It was all very weird.
Sunny suggested that we talk in private. He said this would be hard for
him too, as he thought that the idea of submitting to sodomy was
disgusting, as well as being culturally forbidden, but survival must be
the foremost consideration. He explained that we needed to set some
rules. I had the same concerns and I agreed.
So, we went back to everybody and Sunny gave a long speech about being
given respect and "no means no", and saying to Delia that we expected
her to ensure that lines were not crossed. The upshot was that we
agreed that we would become their women and perform roles with the
Pioneer community as expected of us, but we would not be abused or
forced in any way.
Matt and Joe looked a little put out when Delia announced our position
to be entirely reasonable, and something that Torven would totally agree
with. So, we offered to go back to get our stuff, but Delia said that
we would not need anything - we would be making a fresh start.
Delia arranged for us to have a hot bath. This was unbelievable.
Torven had fashioned a large basin from clay with fire around it, and he
used it to soften the resin panels that made up the translucent panels
in the house. It now served as a bath.
Delia had salvaged from the cargo a large quantity of perfumed soaps and
oils, together with stacks of cosmetics. We were instructed to shave
our bodies and apply scents. We dried ourselves by the fire with soft,
warm towels. I have never felt cleaner, partly because we had been
living in our own filth for months, but also because a freshly shaved
and scented body seems just that much cleaner.
Delia did our hair separately. Sunny had longish hair before we
crashed, and mine was not that short at that time, but we had not cut it
for the months since, so she could fashion shorter feminine styles. She
applied a little makeup and dressed us in women's underwear, and winter
dresses. We were even able to put on women's shoes salvaged from the
cargo. Next to Delia (and Eddie as we later found out) we had the
smallest feet.
Doc then visited us armed with a syringe for each of us. He told us
that we were to be given powerful female hormones and "androgen
blockers" that would have the effect of giving us female characteristics
over time. I think both Sunny and I had another moment of uncertainty,
but it was dispelled by a cup of hot oyster and seaweed soup. We
remembered that the objective was survival, but that soup was amazing.
We were presented to Matt and Joe when they got back. They were very
pleased. And, shortly after they entered, Torven arrived. He too
seemed happy. He said that it would be good to have more women around,
and that he was expecting us to fill that job. I think that Sunny and I
both understood that we were make sure that any male behaviour should be
suppressed. As it turned out, and with Delia's help, that was quite
easy to do.
We all spent the rest of the winter in the main house. The engineer had
his own room, and Doc and Delia shared a room, and Torven slept in the
living area, while the rest of us slept on a shelf above the fire. We
had curtains separating us, but we soon discovered that it was better to
have somebody close to keep us warm. Matt was my guy and Sunny was with
Joe.
There was no sex to start with, but there was cuddling. I guess the
boys were honouring the commitment not to force themselves on us, but it
was becoming clear that we would both give ourselves to them eventually.
For me it started when I held Matt's penis for the first time. We were
in bed together. I was wearing a warm nightgown, but Matt was naked.
My back was to him and he had an arm around me. He was naturally hotter
than me and I like to have him close to me like that, just for comfort.
But I felt his penis growing, and I reached around. I am not sure why I
did it. I held it and he kissed the back of my neck. That was it.
Everything happened from there.
Sunny had a similar moment, so we shared our thoughts. Neither of us
considered ourselves to be gay, but we had both become very close to our
men. That closeness was a partnership rather than a friendship. Sunny
was my friend and Matt was my partner. But now we were intimate. I
knew Matt's body and he knew mine, even as it changed. The first time I
took him inside me it seemed like the natural progression of our
intimacy. It was only later that it became something else.
We had roles in the main house over that winter. Delia taught us to sew
and we spent time curing and working seal skins and making new boots for
the boys, and other items. We helped to prepare food, not just to eat
but to store. And we made rope from reeds, seaweed and seals guts.
Much of this work was not only about survival but also as part of
Torven's plan to build a boat and head north east when summer came.
Christmas was not something I celebrated but I remember that it was
special for everybody but Sunny and me. The Engineer took some food
from our stores to the Sitters - some dried seal meat, salted fish and
smoked roe, plus a bottle of our sagebrush beer. It was snowing
slightly so Torven went with him but did not enter the cabin.
Apparently, things were not good. Andy did not last the winter, so it
was only the crew left when spring came.
Doc visited the Sitters regularly, but over the period after Christmas
it was too cold and windy to go to the exposed beach. Our boys fished
and gathered other food from the sheltered cove near us, and we relied
on stored food. There was work for them in the workshop improving our
plumbing systems, and for us girls in "the Studio" making clothes and
sails. So, we hardly gave the Sitters a thought until the weather
enabled Doc to make the visit.
We all expected that Tim would surrender and join us, but we were not
ready for such a total surrender. After Doc had attended to those still
alive and examined the body of Andy which had been put outside on the
still icy ground, Tim asked for a meeting with Torven. Torven waited a
few days and then went to meet Tim.
With the first warmth of that spring both Matt and Joe said that we
could move to the cottages. He, Joe and Torven had been working on
their cottages a little over the winter, so by the time the weather
improved we could make the move. Effectively Matt and I set up house
together, and so did Joe and Sunny.
Something about that changed the relationship between Matt and me. When
we had our own place I no longer felt that I was just a sex toy to him.
I was now a homemaker. I was a wife.
Then the Sitters arrived. They all went into the main house. We
assembled to greet them. They were all painfully thin and weak. Tim
looked broken. After they were fed, Tim let Kenny and Eddy wash first.
He told us all what he had agreed with Torven. He had agreed to be his
wife. Just like Sunny and me he would become a woman committed to a
man.
It was a huge shock to us. He was genuinely liked by us, despite his
stubborn refusal to go with the strongest and smartest. He seemed
overly proud of his authority, and when he led a group of only three, he
remained proud. Now that pride was gone.
He submitted to the same treatment as us, but much more. Every single
hair of his beard was plucked out by Delia. His body was stripped
rather than shaved. He was given only the most feminine underwear. And
then we heard about the surgery.
Torven had told Tim that he could not have sex with, let alone commit
to, in the nature of marriage, a man. Doc had the ability to surgical
alter Tim's body. That is what Tim had agreed to. In return he, and
Kenny and Eddie would be looked after by Torven, without any further
obligation. Torven had discussed the feasibility of this with Doc in
advance. The only question was whether a massive surgical procedure
could be conducted safely in our conditions. Doc had the tools,
including all the surgical tools and anaesthetics, but he needed a
sterile environment and skilled assistance. Torven and the Engineer
built the sterile environment in the greenhouse area they were
developing, and Delia and I were delegated to help in theatre.
Surgery was quite a gory affair, but it was fascinating. That
experience led to my involvement in nursing that followed. Before the
operation Delia and I had received instruction including the dissection
of an anaesthetised seal pup to show us how everything would work. It
took a week of preparation. Throughout it the newly denuded Tim sat
with a resigned expression on his face, ready to accept his fate.
I thought then that he really would make a very beautiful woman, and
that was how it turned out. He had fair hair and big blue eyes. He had
a square face that looked good on a man, but as it turned out, looked
just as good on a woman. Sunny looked good with her big brown eyes,
clear and dark skin and lengthening hair, and I guess I looked pretty
good to, especially with same make up, but neither of us would ever look
as good as Tina.
I will not go into the details of the operation, but it went very
smoothly, and the result was a total success. Tina now had a vagina and
breasts, and a swag of bandages.
I told Sunny that she could be next. She laughed, but Joe was beside
her and asked her: "Would you do that for me honey?" Some months later
she did. And she returned the favour in helping in my operation after
that.
The only person who seemed to go reluctantly was Eddie. It seemed
strange because he was gay and attracted to men (to Kenny in particular)
but somehow, he felt that becoming a woman was betraying that fact. But
even before Sunny and I changed sides, Kenny made it clear that he, like
Torven, could never have sex with a girl with a cock.
In truth, the problem was that he fell in love with Tina. He had flown
alongside Tim for a while, but of course that was a man. Tina was a
woman. As it turned out more of a woman than we ever expected. She was
a natural. She effortless moved as a woman. Her voice Doc described as
"freshly ground coffee" - slightly husky but warm and inviting. She
always made sure that her hair and face were in perfect order. She wore
makeup even when gutting fish or gathering fungus. She always looked
perfect.
She was everything that Torven wanted her to be. It was almost as if
the whole thing was designed by Torven to win the woman hidden inside
the man. He loved her, and it was clear to see.
And did she love him back? Well, it was not so clear at the start. She
submitted to him. I think that was her promise. Torven's clear
satisfaction from whatever sex they enjoyed, and his pride in her
beauty, were probably enough for him. But there was a slight distance
between Torven and Tina that probably encouraged Kenny.
It took Kenny only a short time to recover his strength. He was not
involved in hunting and gathering but worked exclusively with the
Engineer on building projects. Over summer he worked and won back his
muscles. Torven was taller but they both looked strong and capable. It
had to end in violence.
As tension grew Tina told Kenny that she would be standing by Torven.
She told him that Eddie would be there for him, and that she would soon
be going under the knife to become a woman for him. But Kenny wanted
Tina, and there is nothing more powerful than desire like that.
It was not a public spectacle. Only Doc was present when the duel was
played out. It was hand to hand. When it was over Torven came back to
camp, bloodied and bruised, with Doc following. Kenny was dead. He
fell from the cliffs into the sea, we were told. His death was
accidental.
To be honest I was relieved. The tension had been very uncomfortable.
Now we could get on with living.
We were now all paired off, with Eddie left with the Engineer. Eddie
was upset by Kenny's death and always found it difficult to face Torven.
But that was alright, because he barely noticed that she existed. The
Engineer was pretty much the same, but only because he was too busy with
his work to be bothered with any relationship. Eddie underwent the
surgery despite misgivings, because he hoped this would smooth the path
to a relationship with him, but he had to work on the Engineer. That
meant learning feminine wiles and then using them. It was funny to
watch, but in the end, it worked.
The truth is that Eddie was quite pretty, but she needed to find out
what kind of woman the Engineer wanted. My Matt was enlisted to help,
and overtime he built up the image of the type of woman that the
Engineer found attractive - basically a big-breasted redhead. So That
is what Eddie became. He had double D implants inserted and dyed his
hair red. He almost had to rub the Engineer's face in his hair and
tits, but once he was won, he fell for Eddie hard. It left Eddie with a
loving and attentive man who would give her anything, or if he could not
find it, he would make it for her.
It was our second full winter. Our cottages now had heating from the
boiler in the main house, with steam running through clay pipes. Matt
and I were snug in our own place. We cuddled together and hardly
noticed the cold. We had great sex. Doc's surgery was brilliant and I
had full feeling in my vagina and constructed clitoris. Is there
anything better that having your man come inside you under a warm
blanket with a snowstorm raging outside? I could scream with joy and
our neighbours could not hear.
Sunny and Joe had decided that they wanted to have a wedding. Sunny had
discovered some fine silk in the cargo and wanted to wear a sari, but
nobody knew how to drape the silk. It was something only Indian women
learned from their mothers. Sunny cried and said how much she now
wished she had always been a girl. I sort of knew how she felt.
In the end were did find a way for her to wear the silk. We all dressed
up that day. Delia put Tina's hair up in a special hairdo. She looked
fabulous. Even the guys pulled out some special outfits for the
occasion - made by us of course. It was such a success that Tina said
we should have a formal function every month that would allow us to
dress up and be civilised.
Torven was the only one who seemed awkward with this, even though he
looked really good in "formal clothes". But it was clear that he was so
devoted to Tina that any suggestion by her was a duty. And if Tina's
love for her man was in doubt while Kenny was alive, by the start of our
third year on the island it was clear that she adored him. After all,
Torven was the best of us.
He continued work on the boat, and by the beginning of the following
summer, it was almost ready. It was assembled on the beach. Rather
than all of us sail on it, it was agreed that Torven and Joe would sail
it Northeast as the best chance of making landfall, and then arrange a
rescue.
With some days still left before they were due to leave Torven asked
Tina to marry him in a formal ceremony. It was a beautiful day and so
it was decided to have it on the beach. Tina had been working on her
wedding dress for months. It was stunning, but not as stunning as Tina
herself. Her hair was now a wonderful blonde color and was partly up,
with a tiara made of abalone shell. The ceremony was perfect, and we
had a feast laid out on the beach.
Then Eddie shouted to us that he could see a boat in the bay, by the
Western rocks. Joe rushed to the wreckage, pulled out the flare gun and
shot one off.
The whole this must have seemed to surreal to the lobster fishermen who
motored up to the beach. A deserted island in the middle of nowhere,
and there is a wedding party on the beach. The bride looks like a
supermodel, the groom is tall and handsome and dressed in a sealskin and
felt suit, there are four other couples dressed to the nines in some
crazy fashions.
As it happened they had been coming to the island for a few weeks before
that. It was a long way off their home port, but catches were down
locally so that had to go far afield, meaning going 50 nautical miles
from the nearest island to ours, to lay pots.
It was also a little surreal for us. After all this time, and just on
the edge of finding our way out of this place, somebody just turns up,
and our ordeal is over.
So, what happened to all of us? Well, those five couples are still
together.
Matt and I live in Western Australia as husband and wife. We have
adopted two children, a boy and a girl. I completed training as a
surgical nurse, but I only do casual work so that I can devote myself to
my family. Matt works as a plumber, which he always was and I never
knew. He loves me and I love him.
Joe and Sunny live nearby. They adopted three kids - two boys and a
girl - from India. Our families get together regularly. We still try
to keep the tradition of the formal dinner once a month too.
Doc and Delia live in Sydney, Australia. He went back to his practice
and Delia is back in fashion. They both have first families and they
have blended perfectly. They visit us from time to time when either of
them has reason to travel out west. It is always good to see them, and
we always time a formal dinner for those occasions.
The Engineer and Eddie also live in Australia, but in an isolated part
of North Queensland. The truth is that the Engineer missed the island
and he and Eddie have rebuilt a kind of copy of the Pioneer camp there.
Eddie operates is as a "back to nature" bed and breakfast. All of the
couples from the island have stayed there, even though it has now become
somewhat exclusive and expensive. Eddie, the buxom Filipino redhead, is
the perfect host, ably supported by her doting husband.
And Torven and Tina. They live in Washington State, where Torven has a
major finance business. In fact, he was always a wealthy man, although
he had to wrest the business back from his partners following his
supposed death. His wife Tina, is generally regarded as one of the best
looking women in the state, a socialite and supporter of charitable
causes.
Tina told us on a recent visit to Australia, that they never did find
out why our flight was sabotaged, although the best guess was that it
was to kill Torven. If so, it seems a strange way to go about it.
Anybody who knows Torven, would have to know, that if there was a way to
survive, even a plane crash miles off course, in a hostile environment,
he would be the man to find it.
The End
© Maryanne Peters 2018
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