The Island Pt. 01

The Island: A Gender-Bending Fantasy

Bill was standing on the dock looking at the 20-foot boat named "Reel Magic." A forward cabin and two fishing seats off the rear. Plenty of room for Deem and himself for the three-day trip they were planning.

Deem had been his best friend since they had been randomly placed in the same dorm room. Bill had been wary when the Indian man walked into his room and introduced himself as "Deem." Deem was 7 inches shorter than Bill's 6'2" and much thinner than his 240-pound football player build.

It did not take long before they both had discovered that they had a lot in common. They were fans of history and were good mathematicians and often struggled with English. Although Deem did point out that English was my native language and his third language. Over the next three years, they became best friends, often joking that maybe they would make better partners than the flow of failed relationships they had been through in college.

After college they had both gone their own ways, Deem back to India to join the family business and Bill back to Portland to start his own engineering firm, but they never lost contact. Always trading emails, text messages, and talking, they continued to stay best of friends.

Now, after all these years, they found that they have the ability to get away from all the hassle of their jobs and catch back up in person. Bill was always a sportsman, and although Deem rarely found the time, he also enjoyed the outdoors, so when the opportunity arose to go on a fishing trip to the South Pacific, they both jumped at the opportunity.

Bill especially was looking forward to the trip. Having recently fallen on some hard times socially, he had found himself in a rut. His firm was doing great, and he really had all the money he would need for the rest of his life; he also wanted someone to spend the time with. This was becoming more and more difficult as his financial situation continued to grow. Either the ladies he encountered were obviously looking for someone with money, one blind date going as far as to ask him directly how much he was worth, or once they found he had money, they became clingy. In the end, his recent girlfriend could not understand why he would run off to the South Pacific without her, especially to meet up with a guy. Going as far, in their fight, as asking him if he was gay and wanted to hook up with Deem. His response was simple: it would be a lot easier that way! He hung up the phone, blocked the number, and returned to work. Thinking to himself, A LOT easier!

Now they were on a boat motoring through a small chain of islands in the South Pacific. Looking for a good place to do a little fishing, drink a few beers, enjoy the warm weather, and forget about all of the hassles of the real world.

The boat was spacious enough, with two small bunks, a small cooking area, a refrigerator (now full of mostly beer), and room for their gear. The deck had two swivel chairs for fishing, storage for fishing gear, and tanks for storing their catch. All was perfect for three days out on the water.

The first day was great. A couple of fish were caught and cooked, many beers were drunk, and tension was relieved.

Early on day two, Bill went over the charts and found an underwater shelf just north of some island where he thought they could catch some tuna or similar larger fish. It was several miles from the islands but still close enough for them to be seen in the distance. Unknown to them at the time, the island and distance had blocked their limited radio signal. Throughout the day they had enjoyed catching several smaller tuna and laughed at losing several sets of gear to some even bigger fish. Deem, always the more careful one, pointed out some dark clouds on the horizon. This is when things got interesting. First, they discovered the issue with the radio and pulled out a small emergency satellite radio. Through the crackle of interference, they heard the following:

WARNING: Major typhoon moving over the island; small boats should immediately find shelter. Wind 60-70 mph with gusts well over 100 mph. Heavy rains and high seas for the next 24 hours. Larger boats should head for open waters or seek shelter.

"Crap!" Deem explained "Somehow, I think we might be considered a small boat!"

"Yea, and it looks like we might be in a little trouble." Bill announced as he actively turned the boat south towards where the island was, now invisible with clouds and rain squalls.

"The islands are south; we are going to head that way." Bill continued, "Hold on, this is not a speedboat; it is going to get bumpy."

Turning the boat and pushing the engines to the max, Bill and Deem started to feel the first rain falling as they pushed for land.

Over the next 30 minutes, the skies darkened, the rain turned into walls of driving water, and the waves became larger than their boat. With each raise, they held on tight as they were slammed into the trough between waves.

"I can't see shit!" Bill exclaimed, "It is all I can do to keep us heading south, and that is just a hope; the compass is bouncing all around. Keep an eye out for an island; I do not think this boat is going to hold out for the whole storm."

"Got it, but man, it is deep, and all I can see is waves." Deem! exclaimed, picking himself back up off the deck as the boat slammed into the next trough.

For what seemed like hours but was probably less than a single hour, Bill and Deem were through around the South Pacific, boat at full throttle. At one point Bill slammed his wrist into the shield in front of the steering console, leaving a nasty welt, and Deem came up from the floor of the boat with a cut on the side of his head, a small trickle of blood running down his face.

"There! To the right!" Deem yelled over the storm, "An island! I swear, it's there!"

Squinting into the storm, Bill saw nothing but trusted his old friend. Turning the boat slightly to the right, he pushed towards where Deem pointed.

This caused the boat to slide and toss, even moving sideways through the crests and troughs, but Bill quickly got the hang of the slide with the waves, then turning down the back of the crests and into the troughs. After a few minutes, in which they both were starting to turn a little green, Bill saw the island.

With a hoot, Bill rose with the next crest. The island was only a couple hundred yards straight ahead, still just a dark mass through the storm, but definitely an island, and from the look of it, a somewhat large one. Bill hoped he was not driving them towards a cliff, but he knew they needed to press on.

The next crest slammed them down, and with a crack audible even over the storm, the steering went loose and the engine started to run rough.

"DAMN!" Bill exclaimed, "I think we hit something!"

"Yea, think!" Deem shot back!

Riding out the next crest, when the boat was slammed to the bottom with another audible crack.

Keeping his eyes towards the shore, Bill lost all steering control before he could turn his head. Deem yelled, "Shitttt! We just lost the engine!"

Turning, Bill's eyes widened! "Holy shiiitttt!" Sure enough, the engine and all of its mounting brackets--hell, the whole back of the boat--were gone!

The next crest raised the boat high in the air, and Bill saw the beach coming up towards them. With a slam, the boat was driven onto the shore. Bill turned just in time to see Deem fly over the edge of the boat and into the darkness before the boat itself slapped him up into the air.

Luck was on his side as he landed in the sand. Coming up, Bill tried to get his bearings. The wind and rain were still driving, but Bill was able to make out palm trees ahead of him. He crawled on his hands and knees, throwing himself over a fallen tree and curling up against its base, hoping that his friend had found shelter as well.

To this day, Bill could not tell you how long he lay curled up against the root-ball of the palm tree, but he came back to his senses when he heard his name yelled through the rain.

The rain had slackened a lot, and the wind was tolerable as Bill stood and returned the greeting from his friend.

Deem was standing about 30 yards away, deeper into the palm forest stretching up the side of the island.

"Deem! Man, am I happy to see you! You ok, man?" Bill asked while walking towards him.

"Been better, Bill," Deem chuckled. And Bill could not argue that; they were both still soaking wet, and Deem's head wound still seeped down the side of his head. Adding to this, they were both covered in sand.

"Yea, we do look like two shipwrecked sailors, don't we!"

Deem laughed, "We need to find some shelter and let this blow over, and I do not think that will work!" pointing back over Bill's shoulder.

Turning back, Bill saw what was left of their boat, wedged between two rocky outcroppings near the shore, waves still driving it further and further onto shore.

"Well, we are not getting back in that!" Bill said, "And it looks like we are not getting our deposit back!" he added with a chuckle.

"Always the smartass!" Deem shook his head, laughing. "Come on," he waved, "let's see what we can find."

Bill and Deem spent the next hour moving through the dark trees, trying not to move too far from shore since that was the only light they had. Finally, giving up, they sat facing each other, backs to a couple of large trees.

"Well, this is not good!" Bill said, "Maybe we can salvage something useful from the boat in the morning. I doubt much of the electronics are good, but the cabin and living quarters are in the front, so most of our gear should still be good."

"Plus, I put that last tuna in the front well, so unless it broke open in the storm, we should be able to salvage that for a few days of eating. Plus, this island seems pretty big; hopefully there is a village or something somewhere where we can get a ride back to the main islands." Deem cheerfully added.

Sitting in the dark, they both drifted in and out of sleep with the canopy giving a little protection from the rain.

As the sun rose, Bill awoke looking out; he was happy to see that the boat was still wedged in the rocks, and although the back of the boat was still missing, he had hoped that a lot of their gear would have survived the storm (although it would be soaking wet). Watching the waves crash onto the shore more calmly this morning, we had to admit, although the situation sucked, the beach at least looked somewhat inhabitable, albeit something off of an episode of Gilligan's Island with the boat dominating the end of the beach.

Deem slowly came awake shortly after, and glancing over Bill's shoulder, asked, "Um, Bill, what is that?"

Turning back towards the forest, a dark shape could be seen sitting deeper into the trees, pressed back against a cliff of rock.

"Tell me that is not a building??" Deem? asked. "Tell me we did not miss a building stumbling around in the dark last night!"

"Ok, I won't tell you." Bill laughed, climbing to his feet.

"Someday, my friend, I will have the last laugh, smartass!" Deem chuckled, joining Bill as he walked towards a small structure set back into the trees.

About 30 yards back into the tree, set along a rise of rock that seemed to run along most of the beach, they found a small shed that looked like it had been abandoned for years. Assembled from what looked like boat planks and with most of the roof missing, it was definitely a small cabin.

Moving inside, they found a shed about 10 feet square, wood-planked floors, part of an old broken chair, and a table lying against the wall.

"Well, it does need a roof." Bill commented, standing in the middle of the room.

"And windows, part of that wall, oh... and a door!" Deem chuckled, moving to stand next to him.

"But we are not starting from scratch," Bill added.

Over the next few minutes they took stock of how they stood and determined the only thing missing from their situation that would be needed for survival was fresh water. They came up with two options. First, on a limited basis, the case of water (and probably most of the beer) probably survived in the front of the boat, but that was just a short-term solution since, with both of them drinking the water, even rationed, they might have a week's worth. So, it was decided Deem would go salvage what could be salvaged from the boat while Bill moved through the wood, paralleling the shore, looking for a freshwater source.

Bill left Deem starting to pull their wet gear from the boat and laying it along the beach to dry and moved into the woods. Two things made him think positive thoughts. First, now that he could see better, there were game trails through the underbrush, nothing huge, but Bill guessed probably goat and pig. Both of which Bill knew could be trapped fairly easily. Second, if there was a game, there should be fresh water somewhere.

Bill was even happier that his search only lasted about 15 minutes following the cliffs that paralleled the beach until he heard the obvious splash of waterfalls.

"Yes!" I yelled to no one in particular and moved towards the noise.

Coming from a crack about 20 feet above a pond, about 15 feet across, cascaded a constant flow of water. Bending over, he cupped a small handful and gave it a taste.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Bill mumbled, "Freshwater! Probably we should still boil it, if we can, but at least we do not have to find a way to desalinate ocean water!"

Glancing around, he spotted a small opening near where the water fell into the pond. "If there is pirate treasure in there, I know I died last night, and this is just some sort of afterlife!" Bill laughed, "But what harm is there in checking it out?"

Moving to the opening, Bill glanced inside. The cave was only about 8 feet deep and maybe 4 or 5 feet at the highest, but some sort of primitive altar was built into the back of the cave with a small carved figure on it. More concerning were the skeletal remains of a person lying with their back to the wall of the cave next to the altar. A female somebody, if the tattered skirt and blouse hinted towards it. Although he laughed, as things go today, who knows!

"Old skeleton, spooky cave, sheesh, Bill, where exactly are you!?"

That is when he saw the glint of light reflected off something around the skeleton's neck. Reaching carefully out, he brushed aside the remains of the blouse to see a small silver locket around the skeleton's neck. As he grasped the locket, a voice screamed in his head.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

And the last thing he remembered was flying back out of the cave and a pulse of energy being forced through his body before the blackness overtook him and he passed out.

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"Bill......," the faint voice tickled the edge of his brain.

Louder this time, with more of a panic to it.

"Bill, where the fuck are you?? This is NOT funny, man!"

Shit! Deem! Bill thought as his head started to clear. His eyes opened, and he glanced around.

Ouch! My entire body hurts, Bill thought. Starting to stand, Bill wobbled, then fell, his shorts around his ankles and his balance totally off.

That is when Deem walked around a nearby tree.

"Who the hell are you?" Deem yelled, "And why are you wearing Bill's shirt!"

"Not funny, man!" Bill replied... ..... Eyes closed, leaning against a tree. Something was off; all of your balance was off.

"I don't think so either, lady! Count on Bill to find and swap shirts with a girl on a deserted island!" Deem barked.

"What the hell are you talking about? Something in there shocked the shit out of me!" Bill responded.

"Lady, I do not know you, but I know you are wearing my best friend's AC/DC shirt... and his shorts... and his..." Deem's voice slowed and lowered to a whisper.

"Bill...... Open your eyes...... " Deem quietly ordered.

Opening his eyes, Bill looked down.... What the hell? His legs are rail thin, gone where his calves and lifter's thighs were. Seeing his shorts around his ankles, he glanced down to see... breasts... WHAT THE HELL!! Falling down around his face was a cascade of red hair. Grabbing a strand of hair, not just auburn but definitely bright ginger red.

Reaching down, Bill pulled his shirt away from his chest and looked down. Breast... tits... not huge but definitely female. Bill's eyes opened wide, and his hand flew to his crotch. Where the hell was his cock? Looking into his boxers, a small patch of bright red curling hair formed a triangle between his legs, but no cock was to be seen.

As Bill sat there, opening and closing his mouth like a stranded fish, Deem stood there watching him. His eyes following Bill's hands, this pretty redhead was sitting there dressed fully in his best friend's clothes, seeming totally shocked by her basic anatomy.

They both took several minutes to just sit and stare.

Bill then stood, and without saying a word, he walked over to the small waterfalls and quietly looked into a small cave the Deem had not seen yet. Bill let his eyes roam over the inside of the cave. The skeleton had collapsed into piles of bones, and the contents of the altar were scattered over the floor of the cave. Looking down at his hand, Bill was still holding a small silver locket.

Deem stood and watched the redhead move to the cave, then look down into herd, and then open a small locket.

Bill opened the locket, and on one side was a horribly faded picture of what might have been a couple, but on the other side was a clear picture of a redhead staring back at him. He did not know why, but he reached up behind his neck and hung the locket where it fell down to rest just at the top of his new cleavage.

Bill quietly looked over at Deem, finding him just standing and staring at him. Deem quietly said, "Bill....... Is that really you? Tell me something only you and I would know!"

"You have a mole on your back that looks like a small horse head." Bill whispered,

"Holy fuck........" Deem quietly walked over to him. "Bill??'

"So it appears..." Bill said, but did not recognize his own voice. "Wow, it definitely does not sound like me, does it?"

"No, it doesn't! How the hell???" Deem, he said, standing in front of him.

"I just touched this locket." Bill replied, holding up the small silver locket around his neck. "And this is going to sound crazy, but I could SWEAR I heard a voice say, "Don't touch me!" before I flew out of the cave and passed out." I woke up when you were yelling my name.

"Bud, that was 3 hours after you left the beach!"

"No way, that was only about 30 minutes... Really... 3 hours?" looking down at himself. "I guess my brain needed to adjust to... this," Bill responded, waving his hands up and down his torso.

Bill looked at his hand, small thin fingers, and freckled arms covered with fine, almost clear hair. "Deem, man...... Tell me...... What do I look like?"

"Well, I am the tall one now, but not by much, and you look like you just walked out of an Irish fairy tale. You already know you have red hair. You have the brightest blue eyes I have seen. You have freckles all across your cheeks. You are not a classic beauty, but you are definitely shockingly cute or maybe downright pretty, and the rest you have seen for yourself."

"Pretty??" Cute?? Ok, but now what!?" Bill stammered, "Maybe something like this," holding the open locket up for Deem to see.

"Yes, that's you!" Deem replied.

Bill seemed to stand there and sway a little.

"Easy, Bill... Easy..." Deem, he quietly said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Bill sharply drew back away from him. "No!" Bill yelled.

"What? What did I do?" Deem looked panicked.

Bill stood there shaking, his eyes wide open with panic.

"What's wrong with you?" Deem inquired.

Bill stared for a minute and shook his head. "I don't know, man; I just got an impulse of pure panic when you touched me. Sorry, I didn't mean...... What the hell is wrong with me?"

"Dude, didn't you say someone yelled, "Don't touch me," when you took the locket?" Deem questioned

"Yea, that is what the voice said." Bill responded.

"Feminine voice?"

"Yea."

"Maybe a little panic in her voice." Deem continued

"As aer of fact... yeah." Bill quietly responded.

"Can I propose something? Just a thought." Deem asked,

"Yea, I am open to suggestions." Bill smiled.

"You have been cursed, my friend.... Serious... ancient. Full-blown curse!" Deem said, "If I had to guess, our friend in there" (pointing at the cave) "either was killed or raped or both prior to her death and prayed at that altar to get revenge on her killers. Little did she know that it would take a LONG time before anyone found her. Looking at the clothes in the picture, my guess is the late 1800s. Think about that, no one has been here and found that cave for over 100 years!" Deem finished with a flourish.

"Oh, fuck!" Bill replied, falling back to sit on a rock by the pool. "If no one has been here for over 100 years, what are our chances of getting rescued?"

"Well, we have several things going in our favor. One, the technology is a lot better today. It looks like our radio WAS working during our little voyage, which means our transponder signal should have been going as well. Two, people know pretty much exactly where we were supposed to be. 100 years ago, people got lost at sea way too often. Finally, we are alive, my friend, with all the supplies we need for at least a few weeks, probably months if we need to." Deem cheerfully replied.

"Ok, ok..... Do you have any extra clothes? My stuff is going to look silly on this body! I can wear my t-shirts as skirts!" Bill giggled, standing up.

"Did you just giggle!?" Deem laughed.

"Did I?" Bill covered his mouth.

"You most certainly did!" Deem continued laughing. "Anyway, at least you are easy on the eyes! A lot better looking than you were yesterday."

"Kiss my ass!" Bill mumbled, walking down the trail, and could have sworn he heard Deem reply, "I just might."

By the time Bill and Deem had walked back to the beach, it was approaching dusk. Deem quickly moved to the beach and started to gather the bedding and other materials he had left out in the sun to dry. Bill tried to help, but his equilibrium was off; several times he had ended up on his knees gathering in a blanket or similar item off the beach.

"Bill, go sit down! I am not sure if you are helping or not!" Deem laughed.

"What? I am trying, but my balance is all fucked up!" Bill

"That, and you keep flashing me!" Deem continued laughing, "Pull that shirt tight and tie a knot in it!"

"Great! I have a female body for a couple of hours, and you are already hitting on me!" Bill giggled, "You are impossible!"

"Not my fault, that curse made you cute as hell!" Deemed laughed back.

The banter played back and forth until dusk, when Deem lit a fire on the beach and they both moved back into the shelter, exhausted from their day's events.

Climbing into their sleeping bag, they both drifted off to sleep.

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"Bill...," a quiet voice called to him, "Bill, we need to talk."

Mumbling to himself, he opened his eyes to find himself sitting in a small, neat parlor. Looking around, he noted that he definitely had never been here before. Sitting in a chair with her hand in her lap over a definitely 19th-century dress was a redhead he recognized. Looking down, he saw that he was back in his body.

"Wheeehh, ok, back to normal." Bill mumbled.

"Um, about that..." the redhead said, "not quite true!" She blushed.

"What? What did you do to me!?" Bill growled.

"Please, Bill, let me explain." The redhead shyly responded.

"Okay! Explain!" Bill grumbled.

"First, Deem has things correct; my father was a missionary traveling the islands in the year 1878. We were hit by a storm, much like the one that hit you and Deem. Like you, we happened to wash up on this island. The only survivors were a few sailors, my mother, and myself. After the first week or so, the sailors took over, forcing my mother and me to cook for them. Soon, after, my mother was raped one night and was never really the same again. It was during this time that I found the cave you found my body in. The small altar was left there by somebody long before me. I tried to take care of my mother as the sailors started to fight with each other. It all ended one night when a group of sailors killed the rest of them and came for me. They tried to rape me and instead, beat me and left me curled up in the shack. During the night, I snuck out and tried to get away. I guess I was hurt more than I thought, but I made it to the cave you found my body in. I made a prayer to anyone who would listen to punish men and make them feel like what it felt like to be a woman. I guess I died during these prayers, and someone listened. I felt nothing but blackness, and to be honest, I felt nothing until you entered the cave yesterday. I thought for sure you were a sailor coming to finish what he started, so I released my anger. I wish I knew you before you did because I am trapped here with you. I guess I was supposed to "punish" you as a woman, but you seem like a really nice guy, and your world seems so strange compared to mine. So, that is what I know."

"Oh, and my name is Rebecca, but most people call me Becky. And it appears we are stuck with each other." She sat quietly and watched for Bill's response.

"Ok......... Becky, how do I change back to myself?" Bill tried to keep his temper.

Becky stared into her lap. "I don't know, Bill. I wished to leave you alone and return you, but nothing happened. I am afraid we are stuck with each other. I do feel our connection, but I can not contact you when you are awake. I do seem to share some form of empathy with you. I feel what you do, and we can experiment to see if the connection goes both ways."

"Listen, I do not know what you want out of this, but I just want my life back!" Bill growled.

"What life?! Bill, you have not been happy for many years. Remember, I am in your head. I know what you do. All your relationships end with pain. Maybe we were meant to encounter each other?!" Becky quietly responded.

"What? I am supposed to be a woman?? Hey, life is better for women than when you were alive, but still not perfect! And how am I going to live?" Bill started to raise his voice.

Trying to counter Bill's rising voice, Becky calmly responded, "Bill, calm down, I am in your head, and you know there is something to what I am saying. Also, you know that all the passwords and information in your head to access your accounts, and no one would ever question it. Also, if I can put in one more thing..." She paused.

"Go ahead, but I know what you are going to say." Bill said while taking a deep breath, his anger seeming to drain from him.

"You have always thought how cool it would be to meet a female version of Deem! Well, how about Deem meeting a female version of you?" Becky smiled at him, a bright, beautiful smile.

"But...." Bill struggled, "I ......"

"I can help, Bill. I do not have any physical experience, but I do have my dreams and fantasies, just like you do." Becky got up and walked over to him. "WE can see what WE can do together. Yes, you will be in charge, but I can help when I can. There is one thing I know, Bill."

"What's that?" He looked into her eyes.

"If we agree to this, you and I will become US. We will probably never talk like this directly again. I think this is a gift from whoever or whatever did this to us. So, what do you think?" Becky said expectantly.

"Well, I am trapped in this body; I guess I better have some feminine input. But, Becky, I am not giving up on getting back to myself quite yet. But, for now, I am game. Let's see what happens when you and I become us." Bill agreed.

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As soon as Bill completed the sentence, the dream, or whatever it was,. He quietly woke up with a need he recognized, the need to pee. Quietly slipping out of his sleeping bag, he walked out of the building into a dimly lit pre-dawn morning. Looking around, it came to him: he needed to pee, but he needed more than just a tree.

As he scanned the terrain, his eyes passed over a fallen log with a small bench of dirt near the root ball. He suddenly had this feeling that this is what he was looking for.

"Thanks, Becky," he quietly said to himself.

Moving over, he lowered his shorts, and glancing down, he felt the urge to totally remove his shorts and boxers--something about peeing on his clothes. He was really going to need to find a way to get a dress.

Thinking to himself, was this him thinking, or was Becky pushing her emotions into his thinking? Either way, that was probably not a bad idea.

Sitting on the edge of the log, he let nature take its course. What a weird feeling, he thought.

When he was finished, he looked around. "Crap, I need to wipe. I should have thought about that." He grumbled, "Oh, well, I can always wash them later."

Bill reached out and grabbed his boxers. "I get to go commando for a while today."

Reaching down, Bill wiped himself much like he would have like a guy, but as he pulled his boxers through his new slit, he brushed the top of the slit, and a shock moved through his body. His legs clamped together tightly, and he quivered a little.

Sitting there for a minute, it finally hit him. Looking down at the small tuft of red hair between his legs, he carefully ran his fingers through the hair and let one finger slide into the middle of the mound.

Bill let out a slight moan as his finger slid between his lips.

Again, Bill quivered and bent over a little as his finger slid back through his slit.

"Wow!" he thought and started to slowly rub himself, his finger sliding back and forth through the slit, and when his finger hit the top of the slit for the first time, he felt his clit for the first time, and he let out a low moan.

Without thinking about it, Bill let his hand slide under his shirt and gently cupped his breast and moaned even a little louder.

Looking up, he saw Deem standing in the doorway of the shed watching him from a distance.

Quickly jumping up, Bill pulled his shirt down over his waist and started frantically looking around for his shorts.

"Don't stop on my account." Deem smiled.

"Damn it, Deem! You are not making this easy!" Bill quipped back, feeling a strange flutter move through his stomach.

"Who said I had to!" Deem replied. "But since the show is over, let's see what we can do about getting this camp up and running. I tried the radio yesterday; it was good and fried. I am thinking we need to use some sort of markers to let anyone flying over know we are here. Otherwise, we need to make sure we can survive here until we are found."

"Always the logical one! Ok, let's get a couple of things arranged then we can get started." Bill tried to act as confident as possible.

After about 20 minutes, Bill had used a small sewing kit from the survival pack to rip open the seam of his XL shorts and form a respectable jerry-rigged thigh-length skirt. He joined Deem in gathering palm fronds to start rebuilding the roof to their "home."

It took him most of the morning to figure out how to tie the front of his shirt so it would not get hung on things AND would not consistently flash Deem throughout the morning. Not that Deem seemed to mind; he was full of smiles and "helpful" suggestions.

Lucky for them, the front fish well was intact, and they harvested the small tuna they had caught the previous day, plus a number of small bait fish that survived the storm.

What struck Bill the most during the day was how he seemed to adjust to his new body. True, it was not nearly as strong as his old body, but it was far more flexible. Along with that, by afternoon he also started to note how Deem's body seemed to move and flex as he moved.

At first he stopped himself thinking, "What am I thinking? This is Deem!"

By later in the day, his mind started moving towards. "Deem is my best friend; if I am stuck like this... No, he would never go with it!"

By the evening, it turned to "You know, it might work. Maybe."

Bill was exhausted by the late afternoon, and Deem seemed to still be going strong. They had used logs to spell "HELP" on the beach. They had used reflective life vests on poles around the edges to help, they hoped. Bill had stoked the fire while Deem used a small survival ax to cut a few more logs to go around the fire. By dusk, they found themselves sitting around the fire eating tuna steaks cooked on sticks.

"So, long day." Bill started.

"But we are set for a while, I think. A roof on the shed. A sign on the beach. Most of our useful gear is out of the boat and in the shed. It was a good idea to leave some gear still in there; it will take another big storm or a crane to move that wreck from where it lies." Deem commented, looking into the fire.

"Sorry, I could not be as much help as I should."

"That's OK, it is done. We can relax a little tomorrow, but we still need to work on the shed, maybe go through the boat again, make sure this fire pit is safe, and stuff like that." Deem never took his eyes out of the fire.

"Hey, man. What's up? Or is something in that fire mesmerizing?" Bill asked

"Ummm. Not really. Just thinking," Deem said.

"About what? Don't worry, my friend. We are not stranded here! Someone will find us!" Bill tried to reassure his friend.

"It's not that; I know we have a good chance." Deem continued to stare into the fire.

"Then spit it out! Something is bugging you," Bill demanded.

"It's nothing..." Deem, said.

"Bullshit, man, I have known you for what, 10, no, 12 years. I know when you are trying to think your way through a problem! This reminds me of our senior year, when your parents asked you to move back to India after you graduated. All you were worried about was... Oh..." Bill did not finish the sentence, instead looking down at himself. He had sat very carefully, making sure he did not flash his friend.

"Yea..... Oh!" Deem snapped.

"Easy, Deem, you are my best friend. Can I try to play the guru of wisdom here, like you were yesterday? I look like this, and you have always had a sweet spot for... let's just say... non-Indian women. But it is bugging you that you currently find me attractive and you have NO idea how to broach the subject. That's about right?" Bill quietly said, a faint flutter going through his stomach.

"I hate you!" Deem smiled. "I always thought it would be great to meet a woman who I got along with as much as you, and now she is sitting here across a fire from me, and all I can think of is... Damn it, that's Bill."

"I am going to be honest with you, Deem, because if we are going to stay friends, you need to know everything." And Bill relayed the entire meeting with Becky that had occurred the previous night. He left out none of the details or what was said.

"So, you are telling me you are still Bill, but this Becky is in the back of your mind throwing what--hormones--into your brain to help you what--think like a woman?"

"I don't think it is that much," Bill answered. According to her, there is no longer a Bill and Becky; instead, we are one. I am thinking that she is all those feelings and emotions that make a woman a woman; I just have my memories, likes, and dislikes as a template. Honestly, it is messing with my head."

"Messing with YOUR head! You flashed me at least 5 times today, and the last time was when you bent over the edge of the boat to get that last life jacket. Let's just say, I'm glad to see that you are a natural redhead!" Deem shot back.

"Sorry......... ok, and not sorry. That is the problem! While you are fighting with me being Bill, I am fighting with...... thoughts! Man, that is all I can say. I started today with 'What am I thinking? This is Deem!" to, by the end of the day, 'Damn, he has definitely kept in good shape since college," Bill retorted.

"Really?" Deem said, "Like we are both fighting the same thoughts?"

"So, I guess the question is...... which thoughts are winning?" Bill quietly said.

"Can I try something?" Deem asked, looking Bill directly into the eyes for the first time.

"If you ask me to lift my skirt, I will smack the shit out of you!" Bill giggled.

"You giggled again!" Deem chuckled.

"Damn it!!" Bill said between giggles.

Carefully, Deem moved around the fire and sat next to Bill, his best friend for almost half of his life, now in the body of an amazing-looking woman. Deem leaned in and softly kissed her.

Pulling back a little, Deem looked into her eyes. "Well?"

There was a flash of light through her eyes; to this day, Deem could only guess the source, but gently, she leaned back to him and returned the kiss.

Leaning back, she looked back at him. "Well?" she said.

Together they leaned forward to start gently kissing each other, and as they kissed, the feeling in them both deepened. Deem ran his hand up behind her neck, and she slowly opened her mouth to him.

Their tongues met for the first time, and they both gasped for breath and slowly pulled back from each other.

Carefully, Deem stood and offered Becky his hand. Taking it, she let him lead her to the shed. Pulling the tarp that made the temporary door back, he led her into the shed. Sometime during the day, Deem had pulled the two small cot mattresses from the boat, and now, using a foot, pushed them together.

"Had this planned, did you?" Bill said.

"Not really, they were separated!" Deem chuckled.

Laying his beautiful friend onto the mattresses, Deem lowered himself to lay next to her.

Without a word, they returned to their kiss, this time with more confidence and fire to their exchange.

Deem was the first to move beyond the kiss; as their kiss turned more and more passionate, Deem let his hand slide over Bill's stomach and slowly slipped under his shirt. The soft skin feeling so good, he starts to let his hand slide up her stomach and brush against the bottom of Bill's ribs.

Bill gasped slightly as Deem's hand brushed the bottom of his breast for the first time.

Freezing Deem pulled up a little, looking down into his friend's bright blue eyes. "You OK?" he whispers.

"Still kind of scary and weird." Bill's feminine voice whispered. "Not bad, just your hands seem rougher than I expected."

"And your skin is a lot softer!" Deem quipped.

"Shut up and kiss me, you smartass!" Bill sighed, leaning up to renew their kiss.

Bill's brain was doing flips. At one time, he was freaking out because he was kissing his best friend, and a guy at that, but every time he started to respond, something in his head said that this was all normal. He had to admit, Deem was a good kisser, but then again, even that left a funny thought in his brain. Deep in his mind, he could almost hear Becky's voice encouraging him not to stop. Giving in to that side of his brain, he sighed and raised his arms to wrap around Deem's neck.

At the same time, Deem was struggling with his own thoughts. Yes, every time he talked with his friend, he met with the same personality: smart, funny, and his best friend. Looking down, he currently held a beautiful woman who was softly sighing and putting her arms around his neck, encouraging him to continue his embrace. Looking into her eyes, he knew he was falling for this fire-haired beauty, but would Bill/Becky feel the same? He decided that was a thought for tomorrow; tonight, this was Becky, and he was going to do his best to make her happy.

Kissing down her jaw, Deem moved up to her ear gently, biting her earlobe and sucking it softly.

This elicited a groan from her and, he was happy to feel, a slight raise of her hips up against him. Taking this as a good sign, he let his hand return up her torso, and this time, he let his palm gently cup her breast. He could not help but groan a little himself, feeling her soft skin in his palm. Perfect size, is all he could think. Her breast fit perfectly into his hand, allowing him to slide his thumb over and trace a soft circle around her nipple.

As Deem's lips reached his ear, Bill felt a jolt of electricity run through his body; his last invasive thought left his mind. Yes, it was his best friend who was softly sucking on his ear, but instead of feeling the normal arousal causing his cock to harden, now he felt his nipples harden and a moisture start to build between his legs. Bill's thought melted into a feeling of pleasure and heat that could only be Becky's emotions coming through. But was it really Becky or just him finally starting to come to the realization that the old Bill might be gone for now and maybe Becky had been right? He relaxed, and his mind finally settled into the fact that he was Becky, a redhead who was quickly falling for a wonderful man that he.... No, she had known for years.

It was then that Deem's palm gently cupped her breast, and for the first time, a rough but gentle thumb traced a circle around her nipple, and all other thoughts vanished. She wanted this man and wanted to please him.

Groaning Becky arched her back and rolled her hips as Deem continued to softly knead her breast. Damn, her nipples almost hurt, they were so hard. When Deem's other finger moved up to roll a nipple between two fingers, Becky almost exploded. Arching her back, she squeaked and bucked under his attention.

Helping her lean up, Deem gently pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it off to the side. For the first time, Deem got more than a brief glimpse of her breasts. Immediately, his quantitative mind started to process what he saw: probably large B or maybe small C cup breasts standing high and turning up just a little at the end. Each capped with the cutest little nipple, currently rock hard and quivering a little as Becky took deep breaths in front of him.

As he stared, Becky's soft voice broke the air seemingly tinged with a little fear: "Are they... good?' She whispers.

As if snapped out of a trance "Good?..." he stammered, "perfect is a better word. Absolutely perfect."

Pulling his own shirt over his head, he threw it on top of her shirt, then reached down and untied her skirt.

Lifting her hips, she let Deem slowly pull her skirt down her legs and toss it onto the growing piles of clothes. Leaving her lying naked and feeling more than a little exposed. Reaching up, she tentatively unbuckled Deem's shorts and helped him start to slide them down. As they rolled over his hips, his hard cock sprang into view.

Gasping slightly, she softly ran her hand over his stomach as Deem finished removing his shorts and adding them to the pile. She felt his hard stomach under her hand and gasped as his cock twitched with the beating of his heart.

"Go ahead," he whispered.

Gently, she ran her hand down his shaft, making him twitch as her fingers ran over the head. Somewhere in Bill's head came the idea that he was handling a hard cock that was not his, but also in her head came the idea that she was getting very excited. Becky softly stroked Deem's shaft a few times, mesmerized by the hard seven-inch length in her hand. Thinking how soft it felt for something that was called ad-on.

"You can kiss it, Becky," Deem guided her.

Becky leaned in and softly kissed the mushroom head of his shaft, then, taking her tongue, she carefully licked the end of the shaft. Her tongue came back with an odd, tangy flavor, not bad, just unusual. Deciding she kind of likes the flavor of Deem, she carefully took the head between her lips and gently sucked on the head.

Moaning, Deem reached down and gently ran his hand over her head, pushing his shaft between her lips. Feeling her moan around his shaft, he started to slowly slide his cock in and out of her willing mouth. She quickly found the rhythm of sucking as she pulled back, releasing as he pushed back into her mouth.

Feeling himself starting to lose control, he pulled back out of her mouth, pushing her slowly back onto her back.

"Was I doing it wrong?" She quietly asked.

"No, Becky, you were doing too well, and I want to taste you too. Now lay back for me!" Deem continued to push her onto her back; he leaned forward and gently took a nipple between his lips.

"Fuuuuccccckkkkk!!" Becky moaned as Deem turned his attention to her.

Deem took one breast into one hand, kneading and gently pulling at the nipple, while he sucked and rolled the other nipple between his teeth, flicking the nipple with his tongue.

Becky grabbed his head and held him to her, groaning and rolling her hips, eyes closed to slits and mouth hanging partially open. She felt her stomach clench and her muscles rolling as her whole body felt like it was on fire. With her mouth open in a big "O" and her muscles starting to clench and release, Becky released a small squealing groan and felt her first small orgasm as a woman.

Gasping for air, she lay back on the sleeping bag and looked up at Deem, who held himself over with a confident smile covering his face. She smiled back, not sure of what to expect next, but what he did was NOT what she expected.

He leaned down and softly kissed his way down her stomach, then crawled over one of her legs, so I lay between her legs and traced small circles around her belly button with his tongue.

Before she could say anything, he continued to kiss down her stomach and planted small kisses on her small patch of curly red hair. Sliding further down, he gently spread her legs.

"Deem..."she softly whined, "but..."

"Shhhhhhhhh....... " He smiled up at her. "I have wanted to do that since you started flashing me today."

He started with small kisses on her thighs, causing her legs to tremble and involuntarily raising her knees so her feet lay flat on the floor.

Becky felt the coolness as Deem gently spread her open, exposing her soaked sex to the open air. With a loud gasp, she arched her back as she felt his tongue gently probe her slit.

Her body shivered as Deem started to slowly and smoothly trace her outer lips, sucking a lip and tugging on it gently. Deem groaned as her juices started to flow. Tasting her truly for the first time, he laid his tongue flat against her slit and flicked it from her taint to her clit at the top.

"AAarrrgghh," Becky groaned, "That's....... Arrggghhhh.......... Amazing..." She gasped between Deem probing deeper and lapping up her juices.

Deem smiled to himself; she was grinding her pussy against his face hard, and she seemed to want to say something, but he was enjoying stopping her each time she tried. She tasted amazing, tangy to the point of almost being sweet, and it was a flavor he knew that this was a flavor he would want forever.

Hearing her moans growing more desperate and her hands pulling and grabbing the sleeping bag and bucking hard against his face, Deem decided to end her desperation and licked back up her slit and sucked her clit between his lips and started to strum it with the tip of his tongue.

"AARRGGGHHhhhhhhh..." Becky screamed and drenched Deem in juice, bucking hard against him, over and over, her body clenched, and grabbed his head. Collapsing back onto the bed, Becky appeared to slip to the edge of consciousness, her head thrown back and eyes closed.

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"What the hell?" Bill thought to himself, That was better than any blowjob he had ever had. "Is that what it is always like?" another voice joined his thinking.

"Becky?" Bill gasped.

"Wow, is it always like that?" He heard but could not see Becky.

"How am I supposed to know? I have always been on the other side! Where are you?" Bill then realized that he was hearing and not seeing.

"And how am I supposed to know! I have never been with a man either!"

"What? We're a virgin?" Bill yelped.

"Ummm....... I think so, yes." Becky shyly responded.

"How are we talking?" Bill asked.

"I don't know, but I do not think it will last long."

"Becky....... What about our....... Well, I do not want to get pregnant!"

"On that note, I have good news. Since our minds have merged, my mind has found that our "body" is still making small changes, mostly at the smallest levels, but one thing is for sure: our ovaries are not working yet. I do not know how I know it, but I think we have about a year before our body is going to be ready for that shock," Becky added.

"Good! I really like Deem, and I think he might be our answer to life after we get off this island."

"Wow...... our minds are working together in that area...... good luck." Becky's voice faded back into the background, and their body made a huge gasp for air.

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"You did that on purpose!" Becky gasped and groaned.

"Yes, yes, I did." Deem smiled down at her. "Are you ok? Did you pass out?"

"I think so," Becky responded, still gasping for air. "But I am ok; I did get a chance to," gasp, "talk with Becky, or maybe better stated, with myself!" gasping again.

"And??" Deem prompted.

"It appears that my body is still adapting to being female, and the last part that will make the transition complete is my ovaries." Becky leaned up and kissed him.

"So?" Deem looked down questioningly.

"Think it through, genius!" Becky said, pulling him back down for a deep kiss.

Deem paused, his brow furrowed in thought.

"I think I love you, Deem, but you are thick sometimes......... No working ovaries... no eggs... no eggs"... Becky prompted.

"No babies?!" Deem's face lit up and then dimmed a little. "Ever?"

"You are impossible! I am not going to be your little baby maker yet!" Becky giggled, "It appears it will take about a year for everything to be working right."

Falling into the sleeping bag next to her, "So, all the sex, none of the worry!"

"Ummm....... Just one more thing....... Ummm........ And it appears I am still a virgin." Becky looked shyly at him and giggled.

"You are giggling again!" Deem chuckled.

"You do not seem to complain," Becky replied, yawning and curling up next to him.

"Nope, no complaining at all," Deem said, deciding to let her sleep instead of pushing the issue tonight. Unless they were rescued in the night tonight, he would have her to himself tomorrow and the next day and on until they were rescued or found their own way off this island.