The Island Pt. 02

(Read Part 1 First) Becky quietly slipped out from under Deem's arm. Smiling as he grumbled something and rolled back up in his sleeping bag. Deem had always hated mornings, and Becky knew she had a little time for herself. She pulled Bill's AC/DC concert shirt over her head, and grabbing Bill's duffle bag, she slipped out of the small shed. Becky needed to discover what was still useful for her. Settling down onto a log nearby she started to sort through the contents of her back.

A couple of concert shirts, and XXL ones at that. Looking down at herself, Bill's shirt hung to just below mid-thigh. Suitable skirts, she supposed, but definitely way too big to be anything else.

Next, she pulled out a couple of tank tops. Holding them up, shaking her head.

"I don't think so," she giggled to herself. "I would spend the day falling out of these."

She set the tank tops in a new stack she started to call her "Definite Bill" stack.

As soon as this crossed her mind, she settled to sit on the log that Deem had pulled over to their fire pit last night. Her brain started to have a conversation that had been going on all night. Just 24 hours ago, she had been Bill, a 6'2", 250-pound stocky guy. All of this stuff had been perfect for him. Then, he had touched a locket on a skeleton in a cave, and "poof," he had been knocked unconscious. When he woke up, he had changed, looking down at her new body, probably 5'5" at the best, and if he weighed 120 pounds, he would be shocked.

Not only had his body changed, but a voice joined him in her head and started to change his subconscious thinking. Shaking her head, red hair flying wild around her head.

Her... Him... His... Hers... It was still hard to wrap her head around the idea. But the subconscious mind of Becky was definitely helping. As she faded in and out of sleep all night, she slowly started to think of Bill like a vivid dream, and Becky was her reality.

Becky stood and thought, "Ok! I am Becky, and that is that. Time to get your head around that, and let's make the best of it!"

Standing, she returned to her task, two stacks. The "Becky's" clothes stack and the "Definite Bill" stack. Concert t-shirts in one stack and tank tops in another.

"I am definitely going to need to change this wardrobe," Becky giggled to herself.

She reached in the bag and pulled out several pairs of boxers, plaid and striped. Shaking her head, well, these are definitely not going to fit, but maybe with a little stitching she could make something that would work as panties.

Setting the boxers in the "Becky's" stack, she next pulled out a few pairs of socks. Sitting on the log, she tried pulling one on. Running her hand up her leg, definitely different, Bill had large calves; on the other hand, Becky found her legs shapely but definitely thin. They were also extremely smooth, running her hands up and down her legs. She found there was some thin hair there, but it was blonde to the point of being invisible. It looks like a little shaving but not a regular thing. She pulled one of Bill's tube socks up her legs; she had to giggle.

"Well, these were leggings if I were living in the 1980s! I just need a headband! Sheess... No socks here; maybe I can use them for something," Becky mumbled to herself.

Next she pulled out several pairs of shorts; luckily, two of these were drawstring shorts. They would look stupid but could be pulled up tight enough to be functional.

Finally, Becky pulled out a small leather bag; opening it, she found a toothbrush and paste, a few first aid items, and a few condoms.

"Holding them up, well, I guess I will not need these." Becky thought to herself. Looking back up at the shed, "Ok, I will not need them for a while, anyway."

Double-checking, Becky found Bill's wallet, passport, and small wrap of cash.

Opening the wallet, she saw her old face staring back at her. Did she want that back? Was Becky right? Would she find her new life and body better than her old life? She guessed only time will tell.

She quickly checked all of the cards. Well, these should still work. As she remembered, the two accounts Bill had set up for international business had plenty of money in them. Not enough to live forever, but enough to help her get a new start. Finally, $2500 that he had in cash for emergencies. She was happy that she had prepared for most situations. Looking down at her form covered by the t-shirt, she giggled, "Most situations!"

Standing, she put all of the "Becky's" stack, the toiletries, wallet, and cash back into the duffle bag. Leaving the other things out to discuss with Deem about what they could do with them.

Looking down, she had sand on her legs and across the front of her shirt.

"Well, Becky, looks like you need a bath," pulling the shirt over her head, leaving her standing naked. She slowly walked out towards the water. Closing her eyes, she felt the morning sun start to warm her.

Wading into the water, she jumped the first couple of waves, then dove into the face of the next wave. After several long strokes, she found herself just past the waves and rolled over onto her back. Well, that was easy enough, she thought. I guess this long-limbed body had its advantages. Floating there, she looked down to see her new body, her breasts visibly bobbing in and out of the water with the motion, each nipple hard and pointing towards the sky.

"Well, as Deem said, at least I am cute!" She giggled to herself.

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Deem watched her kneeling next to Bill's duffle bag, slowly making two stacks of his clothes and quietly mumbling to herself. Damn, she was pretty, he thought, but then again, she was also Bill. But was she really Bill? Definitely not Bill's body, but all of Bill's attitude and sense of humor.

"Definitely not Bill's body," Deem whispered to himself, watching her stand and peel off the t-shirt she was wearing. The hips flared out and tapered into an amazing pair of legs. Add to this the long mane of red hair that flowed down her back. As she moved to the water, he got a great side-boob shot. Not huge, but damn, they did not sag, even a little, as she trotted to the ocean. And those nipples, they always seemed to be hard; they even looked a little small for the small C-cup breasts.

Watching her dive into the waves, he was amazed as she swam out beyond the waves in just a few strokes. He remembered that Bill was always a great swimmer, and this beauty had definitely carried that skill over into this body.

Deem watched as she floated for a few minutes. "Ok, Deem. Quit watching and find a reason for joining her!"

Looking up at the sun "Becky, you are not Bill, and you are a natural redhead! The sun is not your friend, like it was for the old you!"

Deem walked out into the surf, standing knee-deep in the surf watching Becky bob in the waves, her breasts floating just at the surface. Shaking his head, she had been out here for 10 minutes, and he thought it was possible that she was already turning a little red.

Diving under the waves, he swam with strong strokes, making sure he would come up just a few feet behind her head.

The sound of the waves hid the noise he made while surfacing about 5 feet behind her.

Quietly floating up just a foot behind her, "You know, natural redheads do not do well in the sun, and Becky, you are definitely a natural redhead." Chuckling as she jumped and spun around.

"Ass!" She squealed. "How did you get that close to me?"

"Skills, Becky, I do have some skills!" Deem chuckled.

Floating in front of him, "Shit, I didn't think about that! Crap, I am already a little pink! I forgot." Looking at her shoulders and across the top of her chest, above her breasts. "And FRECKLES! Oh... my... God! I am covered in freckles!"

"And they are gorgeous!" Deem laughed.

"Quit staring at my tits!' Becky shot back and splashed at him. Taking several long strokes away from him. Turning over, she started to swim parallel to the beach, along the shore towards the wreck of the boat.

Laughing, Deem slowly swam along behind her. Enjoying the view of her shapely legs and fine ass as she kicked her way towards the wreck. He stopped and drifted to where he could stand with just his head out of the ocean. He watched her ass wiggle as she walked out of the waves and towards the wreck of their boat. Mesmerized by what happened to her body when she shook her head and pulled her hair into a ponytail, wringing out the water.

Looking over her shoulder. "Stop it!" she yelled back at him.

Slowly he started to walk out of the waves. "What?" he smiled.

"You are standing there watching my ass!" Becky glared.

"What? You are naked! I have to either watch your tits or your ass!" He laughed.

"I have eyes, you know! You know, those blue things in my face?!" She smirked.

"Damn it! Becky, you do not need to always let him control you! Bill can be a smartass," Deem said while wading out of the surf.

Becky moved over and climbed into the wreck of the boat, starting to look around.

"What are you looking for?" Deem asked, leaning over the side of the boat.

"We have several tubes of suntan lotion around the boat; I really hope a few survived the wreck," she said, not turning back to him. She climbed down into the quarters at the front of the boat. Reaching in, Deem grabbed the orange tube lodged under a piece of broken boat. He also knew that he had seen several tubes in the first aid kits that were in the shed.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Her voice started to sound panicked. "I am going to roast like a lobster!"

"So, what is it worth to you?" Deem eviling asked, waving the orange tube in his hand.

"Bless you!" She climbed out of the front of the boat, reaching for the tube.

"Oh, no!" He grinned wickedly. "This one is mine!"

"Deem..." She growled. "You know you have never needed much, you dark-skinned... Grrrrr... Give it to me!"

"No!" raising it too high to reach "Oh, look who is short now!"

"Pleeeassssseeee... " Becky pleaded, "I am already pink, and if I stay out all day, I will be roasted by this evening."

"What's it worth to you?" He cocked one eyebrow.

Crossing her arms across her chest, causing him to look down... With a quick adjustment, Becky covered her tits. "What do you want?" She glared.

"Simple, I want to put it on!" Deem's face split into a big smile.

"What? Deem... ummm..." She stammered.

"Becky, I know Bill is in there, and I know you are too, but I can't help it. You are beautiful to me, and Bill is the smartest and funniest person I know; you are the perfect combination of both. So, I guess you have two choices?"

Her eyes got bigger. "What?" she whispered.

"Well, I guess you can either... A... Keep denying that you are Becky, that somewhere in that head of yours, you know that we would make the perfect match, and that we have the time on this island to make sure that this is the truth... or... B... Bill, you ass, give in to Becky just a little bit and spend the time we have together deciding if you are going to be with me when we get rescued. And I suppose there is a "C."" Deem chuckled, "You would make a really cute lesbian after we get rescued. No matter what you decide, I will let you make the next move." Deem's voice changed to serious, and he tossed the suntan lotion to her. "I am going to go wash off this salt water and get to exploring the beach a little more, see if I can find some hint of how we are going to be rescued!" Turning his back to her, he started to walk towards the waterfalls.

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Becky stood there, shocked, just watching Deem walk into the trees. Was he correct? Was she being an ass, more worried about pretenses and what-ifs than the reality of the situation? A twinge of guilt hit her. There were three people involved in this. Sure, one of them had been dead for 100 years and had put her into this situation. But Deem, he seems to have really come to terms with this and was frustrated that she was struggling.

"Ok, that's it!" Becky thought to herself, "Yes, Bill had his misgivings, and yes, they were struggling with it together, but damn it, we are definitely not going to hurt Deem. If this did not work, then fine, at least she could not say she was not willing to try!"

Trotting over to Bill's duffle bag, she pulled out a t-shirt, and pulling it over her head, she started down the trail towards the waterfalls, Deem, the cave where this all started, and probably her future, one way or another.

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Deem walked into the clearing around the waterfalls. Open to the sky above, the sun shone on the far side of the pool below the falls. He could not help but glance over at the small cave opening that was causing all his current issues. Walking into the pool below the waterfalls, he found it was only about four feet deep, but the water was cool and felt good. A few rocks broken off the climb above made serviceable seats just a foot or two below the surface of the water. Moving under the water, he quickly washed the salt water out of his hair and settled onto a rock, lying back in the water so he could watch the path that led back to the beach. He could not help but think about Becky. She was beautiful, and he was definitely falling for her, but could she get her mind set and fall for him too?

Then he saw her coming down the trail, clad in just a metal band concert t-shirt, her bare legs showing out below the hem. Deem thought how nice it would be to help her pick her new wardrobe when they got back to civilization.

Becky reached the edge of the pool, looking him straight in the eye. She lifted the t-shirt over her head and tossed it onto a nearby log. She stood there for a second, looking very serious, and then, with an almost unseen nod of her head, she carefully stepped into the pool and started to wade across the pool directly towards him.

Being just a little taller than five feet tall, the small waves in the water alternated covering and uncovering her breasts as she waded up to just a couple of feet away from him.

Becky walked through the woods and let her brain start to run a little on instinct. She reached the edge of the clearing, thinking to herself. "Well, Becky, if you have any input into this situation, I could use it now."

Looking into the pool, she saw Deem lying back on the rocks right next to the falls. His dark skin and black hair gleamed in the sunlight coming through the canopy. Walking to the edge of the water, she removed her shirt and tossed it onto a log, looking at Deem directly, taking in his body. That is when she felt herself becoming damp between her legs and quivering through her stomach. She thought to herself, "Thanks, Becky, and I agree, he is definitely handsome." She nodded to herself and started to wade into the pool, stopping just a couple of feet away and looking him directly into the eyes.

"I am going to admit, you definitely look good, but I am going to say this once: if I end up changing back someday, everything that happens is definitely a 'What happens on the island, stays on the island" situation. If I hear one thing about it as Bill, they will never find your body!" Becky said it just loud enough to be heard over the waterfalls.

"Deal, but if you do not change back, I get to pick the first outfit we buy for you. It is bad enough I have to listen to your music, but I am not going to have my woman wearing oversized concert shirts the rest of her life!" Deem smiled, sliding off the rock.

"Deal!" Becky laughed, putting her arms around his neck, "And you know you like me in just the shirts too!" kissing him intently.

Deem was a little taken aback by the intensity of the kiss but quickly found himself wrapping his arms around her. As their kiss became hotter, their tongues started to duel with each other.

His hands went up and into her hair, pulling it back gently, opening her neck to him.

As he kissed down her neck, she sighed softly, the quiver in her stomach becoming more intense and letting her eyes close.

Running her hands over his shoulders, she let him guide her back onto the small beach where the pond overflowed and formed a stream heading towards the beach.

As the water became shallower, his kisses moved down her neck and softly kissed each inch of exposed flesh. Becky softly moaned as his kisses moved down her chest; lost in passion, she gasped as his mouth reached her nipples for the first time.

Arching her back, Becky gasped and grabbed at Deem's shoulders as he took her nipple between her teeth and gently tugged. His other hand came up to gently knead her other breast, causing her to moan and flex her hip up.

Deem works slowly but intently on her breasts, moving his mouth back and forth between her tight, rock-hard nipples. Becky gasped and groaned, her hand alternating between wrapping her finger into his hair or reaching down, grabbing at the ground, and coming up with handfuls of sand. Somewhere in her mind, she tried to process all of the feelings; her breath was coming in gasps, her stomach was clenching and all aflutter, and the feeling of warm moisture between her legs all amazed her.

She jumped and gasped as he moved his hand along her knee and slowly started to move up the inside of her thigh.

Deem looked up at her. "You ok?" he asked.

"Yeah..." Becky gasped, "Just... ohhhhhh," she moaned as his hand moved up along the soft inside of her thigh.

Becky's mind was awash with new feelings and old feelings, wrapping together to drive her crazy. She felt her hips move like they were not under her control at all, her breath coming in small, short gasps and at other times in long moans.

Deem's hand gently brushed the outside of her pussy for the first time.

"Shiittt...,"he exclaimed, "... you are soaking wet, Bec!"

"Your... fault...," she gasped.

Slowly, he slid one finger between her lips, dragging it up the length of her slip, taking his finger, and licking it. "You are delicious...," he groaned.

Pulling him up into a kiss, she felt his body pressed against her, and for the first time today, his hard cock pressed against her thigh. Reaching down, she gently grasped the length and guided him between her thighs.

"Deem, I want this, and I want this with you."

"Are you sure, Bec? We can..." He was silenced by her kiss.

Pulling back, "Deem, if I can't take it, or something goes wrong, I want to be with you. If it goes wonderfully, I also want it to be with you. Now, please." Becky kissed him deeply.

Deem took his shaft and gently guided it between her legs and rubbed it along her drenched slit. Moving it to her opening, he gently pushed forward.

Becky moaned softly as Deem slid himself through her slit; her eyes opened wide as she felt the head of his cock start to spread her for the first time, and she let out a sharp hiss as she felt him press against a barrier. Then with a sharp pinch she felt him slide into her; this came with a deep gasp from her.

"Ok??" Deem asked her softly.

"Yea... just feels... weird... be... easy... Please," she gasped.

Leaning in, Deem kissed her softly.

Deem slowly pulled back a little and slid back softly.

She gasped again, arching her shoulders and putting her arms around his neck.

Tentatively, Deem tried again, softly pulling back and gently pushing back into her. Looking down, he saw her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a circle, like she was stuck in mid-gasp. Sliding back again, then trying to slide a little deeper. He was greeted by a gasp and then a groan.

As Deem slowly slid the first couple of inches back and forth in her, Becky could not help but release a gasp as he pushed into her and a deep groan each time he slid out. The first sharp pain had been a bit of a surprise, but that quickly turned to the odd feeling of his cock sliding deeper within her. It felt so good and at the same time so weird, natural for one part of her but so totally alien for the other. Her emotions were going everywhere; she felt amazing, her body reacting to Deem like no one she had ever been with (even as Bill), and her mind was reeling. Was it supposed to feel like this? Was being with a man supposed to make her feel so amazing? Then he paused, and she opened her eyes, staring up at him.

"You feel amazing...," he whispered, "but I do not want to hurt you..."

Pulling him down into a deep kiss, "I think I am falling for you, Deem. Not Bill, not Becky, but all of me." Lifting her legs around his thighs, using her heels, she slowly helped him push into her until she felt his hips press against hers.

Deem took the hint and started a slow, regular rhythm, pulling almost out of her, then sliding back deep into her, rolling his hips as he pushed, the head of his cock hitting some spot deep inside of her, causing her to gasp in pleasure with each thrust.

Becky rolled her legs up and around him, her fingers digging into his hips gently pressed into her with each thrust.

"Yesss..." She moaned, "You... are... Arrrrrgghhh," and her back arched.

Growling something she did not understand, Deem leaned in and gently took one of her nipples between his lips softly and flicked the tip with his tongue.

Like a bolt of lightning, Becky's body arched, her moaning because of screams of pleasure, and she came hard, pulsating around his shaft. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her finger dug hard into his back.

Her reaction was more than Deem could stand; with several short, hard thrusts, he came hard, buried in her depth. Her eyes flew open and gasped, feeling him cum deep inside of her, the feeling both exhilarating and scary at the same time as a wave of emotions washed over her. Something inside of her changed, snapped, altered, some in her core said that this was right and she was where she belonged in his arms.

To his credit, he groaned, "Beccckkkkkk..." loudly, echoing through the trees, thrusting his hips with each jet inside of her, then collapsing down onto his elbows. Looking down, he looked deep into her eyes and could have sworn he saw a flicker of light, almost an arch of energy move through her eyes. She stared back up at him, gasping for air and smiling a big, stupid grin on her face.

"What?" He cocked his head.

"Oh... nothing... " Becky giggled.

"Uh, huh... Yea, try again!" Deem chuckled.

"I was just thinking... " She bit her bottom lip. "... Sex cannot always be like that, can it?"

"You tell me?!" Deem said, gently rolling onto the sand, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her to his side. "It is not like you have never had sex before."

Becky playfully slapped his chest. "You know what I mean!" then kissed where she slapped. "I think I could make you a habit!"

"Hey!" Deem laughed, "I am not a piece of meat for you to use!"

"Ah... " Becky giggled, "and you love the idea, and I know it, babe! You seem to forget, I know you as well as anyone! Now, I get to know a new side of you!"

"Yes, I suppose you do." Deem replied, "And I can not wait to see this new side of you. Oh, and by the way, you giggled again."

Settling into his chest, Becky whispered, "Yep, I think I did."

Deem thought to himself, "I could listen to that giggle for years!