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Tonga

By Waldo

Chapter 1 - The bear's visit

The small island of Tonga was one of those remote South Sea Islands that most people dream about living on at some time in their messed-up lives when they are fed up with civilization but in reality they usually never get the opportunity to see except on a television screen. For Greg Hooper, the lonely ten-square-miles island had been his solitary home for the last three years. He lived in a small shack overlooking a small cove that he had bought cheaply from the relatives of the previous deceased shack owner. There wasn't any electricity, running water and most enjoyably of all for Greg, no nearby neighbors. His nearest neighbor lived about three quarters of a mile away from his isolated cabin. Although there were about one hundred other people living on the small island, there were no roads for cars. Without cars, the contact between the island's inhabitants was very infrequent. About once a month, the slender twenty-four year old Greg wandered over to visit with some of his nearest neighbors to share a quiet meal but for most of his time, he spent his days snorkeling up and down the coastline by himself or hiking the mountainous terrain searching the various caves. A young man, who had the sinewy physique of a youthful Mick Jagger, Greg's boyish face frequently, reminded people of a youthful Mel Gibson.

Most of the other people on the island were like Greg; loners who had for their own reasons tired of civilization in their homelands and who had moved to the island to get far, far, far, far away from other people. About two thirds of them had small families composed of a spouse and sometimes a child. While it was a good place to bring up a child to be self-reliant and at peace with "the world" on the island, it wasn't a good place to educate a child because there were no schools on the small sparsely populated island. So most of the homes where more than one person lived were occupied simply by a man and a woman living an idyllic life in paradise. Or two men living together. Or in one case two women living together.

So because of the normal total privacy that most people on the island constantly enjoyed, it surprised Greg to be awakened by the unexpected noise of someone walking heavily across his wooden porch early one morning. Snapping instantly out of a deep sleep, he stared at the door, which was closed but not lockable; after all there was no crime on the island therefore there also wasn't any reason for anyone to lock their doors therefore he had never needed a lock on his old cabin's front door. Because he had been up most of the night studying by lantern light some ancient artifacts that he had recently found in one of the caves, Greg had slept in much later than usual that particular morning. As the heavy steps of his unknown visitor thundered on the ancient rickety porch on the front of the shack, Greg noticed by the sun's position coming thru the window that it was probably about 9 a.m. or so. Barking out a challenge to his unknown visitor, he quickly sat up as he shook his head to push the last cobwebs of sleep from his brain.

"Who is it?"

"Greg, it's me. Jack."

Jack Conrad was Greg's nearest neighbor on the east. Being a jovial former stockbroker who had tired of the rushed life of being a stockbroker on Wall Street when he was still a relatively young man, Jack had come to the island eight years earlier with a girlfriend to build a new life and to forget his old hectic life. When the woman quickly tired of the day-to-day simple life on the island after only three months of roughing it and left to go back home to America, Jack had stayed because he had vowed to never return to civilization.

Where most houses were simple shacks with very few comforts except for a bed, Jack had used his remaining money and his time to rebuild his former shack into what was recognized by everyone as the finest home on the island. Not only did he have battery- provided electricity generated via a small windmill behind his cabin connected to an emergency backup generator but he also had running water within his spacious house and most of the modern comforts typically common among American homeowners. He had a refrigerator, a deep freezer dedicated totally to storing an ample supply of ice cream, and two other deep freezers that were usually piled high with frozen food shipped in to Jack every six months. Additionally he had a satellite dish connected to his television as well as a ham radio set where he communicated with other radio operators around the world.

"Just a second, Jack."

"Please hurry. I've got....an emergency."

Shaking the sleep from his eyes, Greg snapped awake. In two long- legged steps, he quickly crossed the bare wooden floor of the Spartan room that served as his bedroom, kitchen and living room. Jerking open the door, he blinked as the bright mid-morning tropical sun blinded him. Shading his eyes with his hand, he saw the hairy back of his next-door neighbor as Jack stood at the end of the small porch looking away from Greg.

Where most people on the island were slender because of their eating habits (five thousand miles to the nearest McDonalds) and active lifestyles, forty-seven year old Jack Conrad was the exception to the rule. He carried about two hundred and sixty pounds on his six foot two inch body; the result of his too frequent trips to his personal ice cream freezer. And he frequently joked that forty pounds of that weight was from his excessive coating of body hair that almost covered his entire body. If ever a man looked like a wooly bear, it was Jack because of his massive size and hairy body. His chest, back, legs, arms and ass were covered with an almost obscene thick layer of dark curly body hair. He normally kept a trimmed three-inch long grayish beard on his face and constantly joked about himself as to how he had hair everywhere on his body except upon his head. The top of his head was almost totally bald except for about ten or twenty fine scrawny hairs and he had a narrow ring of hair going around the side/back of his head about an inch above his ears.

As Greg's eyes adjusted to the brightness of the outdoor daylight, he saw Jack's hairy back and legs as the big man stood on the end of Greg's porch looking the other way. As usual, Jack was dressed only in his standard khaki shorts and sandals.

"Morning Jack. You say that you've got an emergency? Are you hurt?"

Still facing the other way and not looking toward Greg, the booming voice of the big man sounded nervous when he answered.

"Emergency, yes. Hurt, I don't think so. More scared than anything and I just needed someone to talk to....someone that I could trust to discuss my problem. I woke up this morning and discovered these....that these damn things...."

Not saying anything more descriptive, slowly Jack turned to face Greg. As the front of Jack's chest turned toward Greg, the young man saw something that he couldn't believe possible. A lot of normal heavy men have large fatty chests so that the upper part of their chests looked slightly feminine shaped and Jack's weirdly shaped chest normally had some slight feminine curves that would have embarrassed most men. Once Jack had drunkenly boasted to Greg during one of the times that they were sharing some of Jack's supply of liquor, that his overweight chest had more curves than what one of the lesbian women on the other side of the island had on her almost totally flat chest. At the time Jack was obviously drinking and only joking but it was true that his large chest certainly had the normal type of soft rounded small protrusions that weren't associated with masculine muscles. Jack's chest could best be described as being the type of male overweight chest that needed to be hidden by a loose bulky shirt.

But as Jack turned to face him, Greg saw a tremendous change in Jack's well-known physical profile. Underneath the thick matted chest hair were two perfectly shaped C-cup sized female breasts. While it had been at least three years since Greg had last seen some real female breasts on any naked woman, he certainly hadn't forgotten what they looked like during his lonely sojourn on the island. His bedtime fantasy dreams about fantasy women visiting his cabin had frequently refreshed his memory as to what a woman's chest looked like. So Greg remembered what a woman's tit's looked like.

On Jack's chest were two pendulous fatty mounds of flesh that by their size and shape obviously would have been classified by any bar-hopping horny Sailor as being a woman's boobs. However, because the two protruding mounds of mammary flesh were covered by a thick mass of Jack's curly chest hair and were attached to Jack's otherwise strongly masculine looking body, they looked totally obscene on his bearish body.

Unable to say anything because it was obvious that he was totally shocked at what he was seeing, Greg just stared at his neighbor's absolutely unbelievable androgynous body. Seeing Greg's shocked facial expression, Jack began nervously explaining what he knew had happened to him and his strange appearance

"When I went to bed last night, I sure as hell didn't look anything like this or I wouldn't have gone to bed at all. I awakened a couple of times during the night and felt slightly uncomfortable because I was sleeping on my chest but still being mostly asleep I rolled over onto my back and fell instantly asleep again. When I awakened this morning, I felt totally normal because I was sleeping on my back. I felt ok until I started to sit up to get out of my bed. When I felt the weight unexpectedly shift on my chest, it startled me so bad that I thought that some small animal had been sleeping on my chest. I grabbed at my chest to catch whatever furry rodents that was resting on my chest and instead found these......."

He paused as his hands pointed at the two breasts on his chest. For several seconds he didn't say anything then resumed his explanation.

".... damn two large mounds. I sure as hell couldn't believe what I was seeing or what I was feeling with my hands as I grabbed them. I laughed at first because I thought that I was still asleep and dreaming a very weird dream. After all, boobs this size just don't sprout overnight on a woman, much less on a forty-seven year old man. Then it hit me that I probably wasn't dreaming and that I really had boobs sticking out from my chest. I almost fell as I stumbled out of bed and rushed to the nearest mirror. By the time that I saw my changed body in the mirror, I realized that I really was awake and knew that my body had drastically changed somehow. Not only could I see the proof but I could also feel the proof of their existence. For several minutes I nervously paced the floor as I tried to figure out what was going on and trying to figure out what had happened to me. Recognizing that I needed expert medical evaluation and assistance, I started to use my radio to call for emergency medical help but then I realized that they were going to want to know the nature of the medical problem that I was experiencing. What was I going to say to them? Hello world, I've got a damn set of large female boobs jiggling on my otherwise male chest this morning. No, I'm no damn fool. Even though I sat down in front of the fucking radio three different times to try to call for medical help, I kept coming to the same realization that there wasn't any way to describe my current situation to someone who couldn't see me with their own eyes. That's when I decided that I had to talk to someone else and get their advice. That's why I'm here, Greg. I need your help. What should I do?"

Moving slowly closer to Jack, Greg stared unblinkingly at the hairy breasts as if he still couldn't believe what he was now distinctively seeing protruding from his long-time friend's naked chest. Suddenly Greg felt very embarrassed as he recognized that his curious staring at the boobs might feel awkward to Jack, Greg tried to look away from the breasts so that he could start thinking rationally again. Glancing up at Jack's face, Greg tried to keep from looking down at the unnatural looking projecting fleshy appendages that certainly weren't on Jack's body the last time that Greg had seen Jack just a scant week earlier.

"Uhhh, I think that you were right by not calling on the radio for medical help, Jack. I'm seeing them in person and I sure as hell don't really believe what I'm seeing. I can imagine what someone sitting at a distant radio would think if you were to try to describe your... strange new physical condition. Can I examine them?"

"Just don't be an damn idiot and try to suck on them or I'll knock your fucking head off. Yes, do whatever you need to do. I've pulled, twisted and tried all sorts of self-examinations on them myself before I ever came over here to get your help. I've examined many a woman's breast before over the years and they are as fucking real as any damn woman's tits that I've ever seen before."

Standing directly in front of Jack and staring closely at the breasts, Greg silently had to admit to himself that they looked very authentic, even with the thick covering of dark curly chest hair layered over them. Each proportional breast rode high on Jack's chest with just a little natural-looking sagging. Each rounded mass had a large two-inch dark areola with a nubbin-shaped nipple protruding from the center of the areola. Except for the thick covering of chest hair, the large breasts looked like a real woman's natural breasts and didn't look like they had been created as the result of a surgeon's augmentation skill. And besides, if a surgeon had created them, there would be scars and it would take at least a couple of months to heal properly and Jack certainly didn't have those breasts the last time that Greg had seen him a few days earlier.

After glancing up at Jack's stern face one more time to quickly verify that Jack was actually going to let him physically examine the breasts, Greg gently touched one of the breasts with his fingertips. It felt funny to feel the soft furry-like coating of chest hair but once his fingertips pushed through the soft chest-hair covering, the breast felt as normal as any woman's breast that Greg had ever touched before. Moving his hand under the breast, he lifted up on the mound slightly and felt the appropriate mass and weight for something that size and shape. Running his fingertip across the areola, he also confirmed that area looked and felt like a woman's normal nipple. Stopping his fingertip exploration at the nipple, he debated tweaking the nipple then backed off when he saw how tense Jack had been acting during the forty or fifty seconds of silent physical examination that Greg had just conducted. Greg knew that there wasn't any reason to do anything that might accidentally piss off the obviously upset large man who was also his best friend on the island.

Reluctantly but wisely pulling his hand away from the strange androgynous mixture of male chest hair and female mammary glands, Greg gave Jack his professional evaluation.

"It's clearly a pair of boobs. Yes sir, somehow, you've acquired a very natural set of tits. There are probably a lot of women who would love to have some boobs that looked as nice as your boobs."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. A thousand times yes. We both know that they are boobs. Even an fucking idiot like my ex-wife would certainly know that they are boobs. But how the fuck did it happen to me? Yesterday I was a totally normal man; a man who didn't have boobs. When I went to bed last night, I was totally normal and my life was great. This morning, I'm a fucking freak because I've now got these goddamned large tits bouncing up and down on my chest with every breath...... every slight movement. Greg, what the hell should I do?"

"I don't think that any doctor can help you without seeing you in person, Jack. If you were to call them on the radio and try to describe your strange new bo..... appendages, I don't think that they would believe you, even if I were to get on the radio and verify your strange condition really existed. They would probably just think that we were two loony men who had been out in the woods too long. I'm sitting here looking at your new body shape and even I don't believe what I'm certainly seeing. Why should some doctor a thousand miles away believe it?"

"What the fuck am I going to do then with these damn tits? I can't hide from everyone but you for the rest of my life. I can't let anyone else see me looking like this. You don't know how much will power it took for me to come over here this morning to get your damn help. And when I saw your face as you looked at me, the strange look on your face scared me. I can't live the rest of my life with everyone on the island constantly looking at me like I was some fucking freak."

"Jack, you're not a freak. You just happen to have.... well, you just look slightly different. There are other men with large chests that have fatty deposits that look somewhat like breasts."

"Yes, but none of them had a major change in their appearance overnight like what happened to me. It would be one thing if these damn tits grew like this over three or four years because I was drinking or eating something that caused a major hormonal imbalance in my body. It's a fucking different thing when they sprout fully developed overnight. Greg, I'm too scared to think straight. I think that I need to go back to the mainland and get some medical help. If I radio someone to come out here, they won't believe me and won't come. I'll have to go find someone and then show them. Once they see these boobs in person, then they'll have to believe me."

"There's not a ship due for three, maybe four weeks. But I think that you're right that no one is going to believe you until they see your body with their own eyes. I think that you shouldn't radio anyone now and that you should just wait patiently until you can leave the island normally. Then you can seek medical help that has the proper skill and equipment to help you."

"Shit. There's no way that I can ever leave normally. These things are so big and jiggle so damn much that I doubt that I could cover them up with a jacket."

"When it's time in a few weeks to catch the ship to go to the doctor, I'll help you tape them flat tightly against your body so that you can hide them and keep them from bouncing around too much. Then all you have to do is to put on a T-shirt to hide the tape and a loose shirt to cover the taped mass so that no one will be the wiser. After only three or four days at sea, you'll eventually be back in civilization and can go to the nearest hospital. If you would like, I can go back on the ship with you and can try to make your journey and subsequent medical examinations as painless as I can make it for you."

A little moisture appeared in the corner of Jack's eyes. For a moment the large man looked as if he was going to cry. The anger disappeared from his voice as he meekly commented on his friend's offer to help.

"Thanks. I feel very confused and really need a friend right now."

"Well, you've got me and I've got nothing going on that can't be postponed several months if necessary. It's settled then. We'll wait on the ship and I'll go back to civilization with you to help find appropriate medical support. Now because there's nothing that we can do until the ship gets here, we need to try to restore some normalcy around here. How about if I go fishing today and bring some fresh fish over to your place for dinner tonight? I haven't had any ice cream since I had dinner with you a week ago and my sweet tooth is clamoring for more."

Jack nodded his head in acceptance of the plan and slightly moved toward Greg as if he was about to give Greg a friendship hug but then paused as he thought about the undesirable impact of rubbing his new naked breasts against Greg's equally naked body. A tear began to drift down his cheek as he stepped around Greg and started walking dejectedly back toward his cabin.

"I'll be there. I sure as hell ain't going anywhere looking freaky like this."

As the huge man nervously walked away going back to his cabin, Greg stared dumfounded at his friend's hairy back. From that perspective, the longtime friend looked totally normal. Unable to move from where he was standing, Greg patiently waited and watched as Jack quickly crossed the little clearing toward the path leading to his cabin. Just before the big man reached the edge of the woods, Jack stopped, turned sideways and looked back one last time as he waved at Greg. The strange sight of the big man's large breasts protruding out from his massive hairy chest and jiggling as he waved his arm looked very scary to Greg.

The unexpected jiggling motion obviously aggravated Jack because he immediately stopped waving and clutched both breasts with his other large hand as he stopped their natural bouncing. As the large man turned immediately and rushed back toward his cabin while both hands were obviously mashing his new breasts tightly against his chest, Greg whispered softly to himself.

"Even if a doctor was to examine you, my friend, I don't think that the doctor would believe it either. I've got to make sure that you don't make a fool of yourself and call for help before the ship arrives."

Chapter 2 - Help me

About mid-afternoon, Greg tried to be his normal jubilant self as he approached Jack's house. He was carrying four large fish that he had freshly speared an hour or two earlier. Normally when he visited Jack, he always brought fish anyway to contribute to the evening meal as his partial payment for sharing Jack's well- stocked food locker and freezer. Approaching the house, he saw Jack sitting on the front porch staring out at the panoramic vista of the cove a few hundred feet below the porch. Not only was Jack's house the best house on the island but it also had one of the best panoramic views of the ocean from his front porch.

The big man looked very unnatural because he was wearing a Hawaiian type of large shirt. In the three years that Greg had known Jack, he had never seen the big man wearing anything but shorts and Jack was always going bare-chested. As Greg came closer to Jack, he tried to keep from looking at Jack's chest and to keep his eyes focused on his friend's face to spare Greg any further embarrassment. Pointing at an opened bottle of scotch on a small table as Greg stepped up onto the porch, the big man greeted Greg with a slightly slurred voice; showing that he had been heavily drinking most of the afternoon.

"Hey buddy. Welcome to Titsville. I've decided to rename my home to go along with my body's strange new shape. Pour yourself a fucking drink. I've been a bad boy today because I have been drinking a little too much."

Laying his fish on another table, Greg opened the ice bucket and filled the glass with ice. Although he also wanted some alcohol, he was more interested in getting the ice, which was also a treat for him. Jack didn't know how lucky he was to have so many luxuries in his cabin.

"Fish were plentiful in the bay today. In less than five minutes, I speared those beauties."

"Beauties? You want to see some beauties? Take a look at these beautiful large beauties underneath my fucking shirt. I guarantee that no woman on this island has a set of boobs as nice as my new boobs."

Slurring his words as he waved his hand to point at his upper chest, Jack showed that he was obviously drunk and couldn't get his new strange shape out of his thoughts. For a moment, Greg forgot his earlier decision to obviously not look at Jack's chest and he found himself staring at the easily recognizable rounded shape of the female-like breasts hidden underneath Jack's shirt. There was no mistaking the feminine shape of the protruding breasts because of the suggestive way that the material of the shirt deliciously clung to Jack's sweaty upper body. The shapely curves of the full breasts changed the shirt's shape and the projecting eraser-size shape of the nipples created two small protruding recognizable shapes that Greg couldn't ignore.

Seeing Greg's momentary obvious staring at his feminine-looking chest, the drunken man quickly became even angrier. Grabbing the shirt with one hand, Jack tugged hard on it, popping the upper buttons as he jerked the shirt open to reveal his chest.

"Fucking tits. I put on a T-shirt but it sure as hell didn't look right on me. All of my T-shirts are normally too tight on me anyway so when I looked in the mirror at my body, I got pissed when I saw that it looked like I had two big basketballs hidden under the T- shirt. I suddenly realized that once I started sweating because of the afternoon heat that the t-shirt would turn translucent and I'd look like an entry in a bar's wet t-shirt contest. This was the biggest and most loose shirt in my wardrobe. But even with its large loose shape, I still looked like a fucking freak. Fuck it. I think that when I go back to civilization that I'll get me a job as a dancer in a topless bar. You think that any horny Sailor would slip a dollar into my boxer shorts to stare at these twin beauties? I'd let him look at them for free but if he wanted to cop a feel of them, then he would have to pay a fucking fortune."

Pointing at his now naked chest that was bouncing around as he exuberantly talked, Jack continued to speak ever louder and to talk drunkenly.

"Speaking of copping a feel, how did these damn beauties feel to you when you checked them out earlier? I saw the look in your eye as you checked out my boobs. I could tell that you really wanted to squeeze them and suck on them as if they were a real woman's tits. Don't lie to me because I could tell what you were thinking when you were looking at them. But even though you are my best friend, I would have beaten you into the ground if you had made the slightest movement beyond just touching them. While I may have these god-dammed tits sticking way out from my chest, I'm still going to be a man. Ain't no other man going to play with my boobs and live. No fucking way. They can look at them because I ain't going to be able to hide them but they can't touch them without my express permission. Greg, you're a very lucky man because I did let you touch them. I didn't realize until you touched them but they are very sensitive. It felt very different to have your fingers touching them. It felt almost enjoyable. Yep, I can almost see why a woman likes having a man play with her boobs."

Rising to a standing position, Jack began shimmering his body and shaking his breasts as he began singing a song that Greg vaguely recognized as being an old Madonna song. It was obvious that the large man was very drunk and that the constant thoughts about his new body shape were influencing his normally good temperament. With another quick strong tug on the shirt, he popped the remaining buttons and pulled the ripped shirt off. Shaking his breasts in an obscene manner, he staggered around the porch as he jokingly tried to dance the way that he envisioned that a topless dancer would have danced on a stage surrounded by a hundred horny sailors.

Now that he was on his feet, it was obvious by the way that he could barely stand that he had already drank too much and was very close to passing out. As he stumbled and fell down on one knee, he waved off Greg's offered hand for assistance and continued to make a fool out of himself by doing a little singsong as he made up the words to his song.

"I've got boobs. Boobs, who could ask for anything more? I've got boobs. She's got boobs. All us fuckheads have boobs. Big boobs, little boobs, sweet boobs, they are all boobs. I've got boobs. Who could ask for anything..."

"Jack, you're drunk. Shut up and sit down before you fall and hurt yourself. I would never be able to drag your big ass to bed."

Stopping his singing, the big man cupped his hairy breasts with his large hands and pointed them at Greg as a mischievous smile formed on his face.

"Hey G.I. Wanta suckie my boobs? Only cost you a dollar. I damn well remember some naked whore in Hong Kong once flashing her tits at me and making me that same type of offer. Only she had some scrawny little tits that were just a little big bigger than a pimple. Her tits were so damn ugly that I wouldn't have sucked her tits unless she paid me at least a hundred dollars. She didn't have big luscious tits like my new tits. Hell yes buddy, I'm sure as hell fucking drunk. You would be drunk too if you woke up and discovered that your skinny body had changed as much as my body changed overnight. Well, Greg, I'm trying to get drunk so that I have the courage to cut these damn things off of me. I'll get rid of them one way or another."

"Jack, calm down. I'm cutting you off on your drinking. You don't need anything else to drink."

Rising unsteadily to his feet, the big man began singing again.

"I've got boobs. Who could ask...."

Greg saw the wavering in the man's balance and rushed to his side just as Jack started to fall again. Barely getting to him in time, Greg stumbled under the heavy weight of Jack's limp body suddenly resting within his arms. Struggling against the dead weight of the other man's much heavier body, Greg felt the firm sweaty breasts mashed tightly against his chest as Jack's body went totally limp. Ignoring the weird feeling of the hairy man's large firm breasts mashed against his own naked chest, Greg began walking backwards toward the open doorway as he dragged Jack's unconscious heavy body toward the bedroom. By the time that he dragged and tugged Jack's body through the living room into the bedroom, Greg was also covered with sweat from his exertion and the normal heat. Easing Jack on the bed, Greg managed to pull the unconscious man's heavy body onto the bed. Rolling Jack over onto his back on the bed, Greg gasped for breath as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

For a moment, he stared at the unconscious man's face to make sure that Jack was just sleeping and wasn't dead. The blank unseeing eyes and the slack face revealed very little about his status. Glancing at Jack's chest, Greg saw a faint rising and falling movement of the two mounds so that he knew that his friend was breathing. For a very brief moment, Greg considered using the opportunity to examine his friend's chest in a little more detail than he had earlier in the morning. He didn't have any sexual curiosity but honestly had scientific curiosity as to what the chest felt like.

While Greg was considering it, Jack opened his mouth and swallowed once, releasing a little drool that escaped from the corner of his lips. His eyes moved slightly and barely focused on Greg's face. His voice was flat and very slurred.

"Greg. My goooooood friend Greg. You'll take care of me, won't you buddy. Greg's here. I've got nothing to worry about now except that I've got some boobs. They look just like a woman's tits. Hey Greg, did I tell you that I've got some boobs now. Boobs....booooobs..."

He started singing again.

"Booooooobs. I've got...." as he drifted off into a snoring deep sleep.

After covering Jack's unconscious body with a sheet, Greg went back out on the porch and picked up his yet-untouched glass of ice and whiskey. Staring at the fish, he described his plans to himself.

"Looks like it's just going to be one for dinner tonight. And with him in that funky mood, I can't leave him alone. He might try to do something stupid if he wakes up and is still drunk. Looks like I get to sleep on his porch tonight."

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A hand roughly shaking Greg's shoulder awakened Greg. Snapping his eyes open, Greg saw that it was obviously in the middle of a dark night and that someone big was leaning over him. Still not totally awake or remembering where he was at, Greg's hand struck out to push the unknown visitor away as he struggled to awaken from a rather pleasant dream about some fantasy woman. As Greg's palm mashed against the recognizable soft firmness of a woman's breast hanging down from the other person's chest, a flurry of recent memories filled his mind. He was still partially asleep but he vaguely remembered carrying the very drunken Jack to his bed and that Jack now had a nice set of breasts. The strange breasts were covered with chest hair but still looked like a woman�s breasts. Staring dimly at the other person�s chest, he barely saw the hairy female breasts that identified Jack.

"Greg, it's me. Jack."

Pulling his hand back from his friend's chest, Greg grunted a reply as he tried to see Jack's face in the dim moonlight.

"Sorry. You startled me from a deep sleep."

"It happened again. Come with me."

Jack turned and heavily walked away causing the old wooden porch to creak with his steps. Rising, Greg followed his friend, feeling very confused as he tried push the last vestiges of sleep from his mind. As Greg followed Jack inside the house, Jack flicked on an overhead light in the living room. Coming through the doorway, Greg flinched at the light blasting his eyeballs and stared at Jack who was pointing at his body and saying, "See."

At first Greg didn't see whatever it was that Jack was trying to show him. There were the obvious female breasts that Greg already knew about but otherwise Jack looked totally normal. Then he saw the difference when he noticed that Jack had to hold up the too- large khaki shorts around his waist to keep them from dropping down around his ankles. Suddenly Greg realized that Jack was slightly smaller than normal and looked like he weighed about fifty pounds less than he had weighed only hours earlier.

"I woke up and felt sick from all that booze from yesterday. I stumbled into the bathroom to puke and felt my shorts trying to slide down my waist. I dropped to my knees and barfed once into the commode, then I laid on the floor wishing that I were dead for several minutes. That's when I noticed that my shorts were now too big for me so that they wouldn't stay around my waist. I stood up and as I looked in the mirror, I saw other differences in my physical appearance. My love handles have almost disappeared. Those big boys around my belly have been with me most of my life. My normally large belly suddenly wasn't as big as it usually is. And I also felt that I was about two inches shorter than my normal height. See. Yesterday, I towered over you by about three inches and now we're just about eye-to-eye. I've either lost three inches or you've grown over night."

Jack was absolutely right. He was now about the same height as Greg and while Jack was still a very heavy man, he had obviously lost a lot of weight during the night. His love handles were almost gone and there was a slight indentation on his sides as if he was beginning to get a full-figured woman's hourglass torso. Although Greg instantly recognized that there were also some more physical changes to Jack's body then Jack had realized yet, he wasn't about to be the bearer of those bad tidings. Bending his head toward Greg so that Greg could see the top of his head, Jack vigorously rubbed his head as he pointed out other differences that he had noticed before awakening Greg.

"Look. There's fuzz up there. I haven't had hair growing on top of my head since I was twenty years old. I�ve been bald most of my life and now I've got hair growing on top of my head again. What the fuck is happening to me?"

Feeling the normally smooth bald noggin, Greg confirmed that it did feel as if hair was trying to grow again.

"Look Jack, there has to be some logical explanation for this."

Snapping back upright, Jack responded by cupping the large breasts and pointing them at Greg's face.

"Logical Explanation? Really now? I suppose that same logical explanation will cover these damn beauties? I need to go see a fucking doctor before it's too late. Greg, I feel like I'm quickly turning into a woman."

******

It took Greg an hour but he finally calmed his friend down. It helped when Jack adjusted his belt by five inches so that his shorts weren't constantly falling down around his ankles. Sitting out on the porch as the first pink rays of sunrise began pushing away the gray skies, the bright light of daylight and a large pot of coffee helped convinced the not-so-big-now man that the changes in his body were going to be more difficult to explain then they thought. By that time, a lot of the fear was gone from his eyes and he was able to make the logical decision that he should wait for the next boat instead of requesting emergency help.

There were some other physical changes to Jack's body. Minor changes that he didn�t notice until his excited mind calmed down and he was able to thoroughly examine himself in the bright light of daylight.

The most obvious change was the loss of forty-seven pounds and five inches around his waist. The next major change was that he was also three inches shorter. While he was happy about the hair growth starting on his head, he wasn't happy that small tuffs of his beard were falling out. Additionally he said that his hands were smaller and that his nose looked slightly different although Greg wasn't able to verify those statements.

Greg stayed with Jack during the day. After all, Jack had proved the previous day that Jack couldn't be trusted near the liquor cabinet. They spent most of the day talking and discussing the options. As long as Greg was there, Jack felt somewhat relaxed so Greg stayed close to his friend.

As the sun started to go down, Jack began acting nervous again. Both of his previous changes had occurred after the sun went down and while he was asleep.

They sat out on the porch and smoked cigars while they passed the time as they tried to stay awake during the dangerous hours. About midnight, Jack complained that he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and was going to bed. While Greg fixed himself a comfortable spot on the porch's couch, Jack adjourned to his bedroom.

*******

The scream coming from within the cabin startled Greg awake. Jumping to his feet, he noticed that the sun had been up at least an hour. Rushing inside toward the bedroom that was the source of the screams, he saw something that startled him.

A very scared looking Jack was standing naked in front of a mirror and timidly looking at his strange reflection in the mirror. Well, at least it looked like Jack somewhat because of the grayish beard and thick body hair. But that's where the resemblance ended.

During the night, Jack had lost a lot more weight. Where he had weighed about two hundred and forty pounds only two days earlier, he now looked like he weighed only about a hundred and thirty pounds. He had lost at least sixty pounds while he slept. Additionally, there was a thick mop of new dark black hair about four inches long covering his head. When Jack spun around to face Greg, it was also obvious that some major changes had occurred to Jack's face. Jack's normally wide, very masculine square-jawed face was now triangle-shaped with a narrow chin. He still had the grayish beard but tuffs of it coming out had thinned the beard so that it looked scraggly. His eyes looked darker but Greg decided that was because of the fright. When Jack spoke, his normal baritone voice was higher pitched. Not quite within the soprano range but it was evident to both of them that it would be easier for Jack to sing tenor now than to sing bass.

"Oh my god. Listen to my voice. Even that has changed into sounding like a woman�s voice. It happened to me again. I awakened and had to go to the bathroom. When the shorts fell down around my ankles because they were much too big once again, I knew that something else was wrong with me. I started nervously peeing on myself as I ran to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. When I saw the hair growth on my head and the changes in my face, I started screaming uncontrollably. I'm scared. What is happening to me, Greg?"

Glancing down at Jack's penis, Greg had to admit that something very strange was occurring. It was the first time that he had ever seen the other man's sex organ so he didn't know if any changes had occurred to it also.

"I don't know why or how it's occurring, but I agree with you that it looks like your body is quickly transforming into a woman's body, Jack."

"Damn it, Greg. I said that two days ago on your porch when I came over and showed you these fucking tits. Something is happening to me and I'm going to call for help before I turn totally into a fucking cunt."

Moving rapidly toward the radio set in the corner of the room, Jack sat down in the chair and shivered as he noticed that his smaller naked butt no longer fit into the large chair that was obviously designed for a big man. Flicking some dials, he dialed the emergency frequency and began broadcasting his emergency call request.

"Mayday, Mayday, this is station HR3ZQ402 requesting any listener. We have a medical emergency."

After several seconds of silence, Jack glanced nervously at the dials and frowned when he saw the various readings. Slamming his fist on the table angrily, he jumped to his feet as he screamed in a high-pitched voice that made his new voice sound even more feminine.

"THE FUCKING RADIO ISN'T WORKING."

Picking up his heavy chair, he struggled to lift the heavy chair up over his head to smash it against the non-working radio to totally destroy the radio. Because his changed body was much weaker now, he wasn�t able to lift the heavy chair fast enough giving Greg time to grab Jack's weaker arm and pull the chair from his grasp. Totally terrified and feeling strongly confused, Jack began crying hysterically as Greg took the chair away from him and pushed it out of the way. Suddenly Greg felt the sobbing man collapse into his arms. As the panic-stricken man loudly wept uncontrollably on Greg's sturdy shoulder, Greg found himself putting his arms around Jack's waist and holding the terrified man close to him while trying to sooth his good friend's terror.

It felt very natural for Greg to be holding Jack in his arms. After all, the former big man was now smaller so that Jack was just a little bigger than the average woman. Even with the beard and still hairy body, the soft breasts mashing firmly against Greg's chest and Jack's new wider hips made Jack's transformed body look and feel slightly more like a woman's body than a man�s body.

After a few minutes of tearful sobbing, Jack was able to compose himself enough to pull away from Greg's comforting grasp. Moving back toward the couch, he saw his new slender body in the mirror once more and started crying again.

�Oh that damn radio. I need to get to a doctor before I turn completely into a woman. With it broken, I�m stuck here until the next ship comes in.�

�Jack, just relax. Even if you were able to call for help and a doctor came, I don�t think that there�s anything that a doctor can do. The changes occurring to your body are beyond any doctor�s medical knowledge.�

�Greg, help me.�

Chapter 3 - Damn radio

By lunchtime, Jack's attitude was close to being more like his normal old attitude. He was still extremely pissed because the radio wasn't working. He was obviously very confused and frightened over the dramatic physical changes in his body. But he was trying to be jovial and to accept the things that obviously he had no control over.

Once Jack had calmed down enough so that they were able to analyze the dramatic new physical changes in his body, they discovered that during the last night's sleep that he had lost about sixty-two pounds. Although a good portion of the weight loss came from around his waist, his shoulders were now much narrower and he was also two inches shorter. Four days earlier, he had weighed two hundred and fifty pounds and had been six foot three inches tall. He now weighed one hundred and thirty-seven pounds and was five foot nine and one-half inches tall. Also, with his new narrow shoulders, he now had a full-figured woman's shapely measurements of 40C-27-36. They were guessing about the C-cup size of the boobs because they didn't really have anything to accurately measure that specific area of Jack's body.

Even Greg was able to confirm that there were other changes to Jack's body. Jack's former large beefy hands were now small feminine-looking hands with long slender fingers. His size twelve sandals were too large for his now smaller petite feet so that Jack couldn't even wear his normal sandals. Where the man's ass had been chunky and hard before this started, Jack's ass was now smooth and rounded as well as the hips being wider adding to the hourglass look of Greg's new more feminine figure. There was also a slight sway in Jack's back as if even that part of his torso was changing. Because all of Jack's male clothing was much too big to fit his extremely smaller more feminine body and also because they were both constantly studying the feminizing changes to his body, Jack remained totally naked most of the day. Although he tried on a couple different pairs of shorts to try to restore some normalcy to the situation, he had nothing in his wardrobe that didn't fit him like a tent. So walking around totally naked during the day, he frequently looked down at his small cock and testicles just to verify that he still had those critical parts to confirm his status as a male and identity as Jack. Once Jack grumbled loudly to himself that even that critical area of his manhood had lost about one-fourth of the normal size and mass.

There were other changes to Jack that Greg had noticed but which he didn't mention to his friend. Not only was Jack's body changing but his mind and personality also appeared to be changing. Some of the mental changes, Greg could attribute to never-before experienced female hormonal influences such as the way that Jack frequently burst into tears one moment and was laughing maniacally the new moment. The changes that Greg couldn't readily explain involved changes in Jack's personality. Where Jack had always been friendly and jovial, now he was acting flighty frequently and seemed more personable. There was nothing that Greg could readily put his finger on as proof that changes were occurring in Jack's mind also and Greg attributed some of his suspicions to hanging around with Jack under such adverse conditions. Because of Jack's new smaller body and more rounded appearance, Greg was having a hard time keeping from thinking about Jack without using the feminine gender. After all, Jack did have nice pendulous boobs, a slender waist and curvy hips as his basic body shape. The thick mop of black hair on his head, high pitched feminine sounding voice, slender hands and petite feet just added to the definition. However the still thick grayish beard, the thinning chest and back hair covering the body, the heavy-set legs, the slightly muscular arms, and the cock/testicles between Jack's legs made any decision about Jack's gender difficult to decide.

It was obvious from the remaining masculine characteristics that Jack was still a man but he had changed so much over the last couple of days that anyone seeing him from a distance would think that Jack was a woman that they were observing. Not only did Jack look more like a woman but he was also beginning to act more like a woman.

Both of them had noticed that Jack's beard was coming out and after Jack took a shower, they also noticed that his body hair wasn't as thick anymore. There was still enough dark curly hair covering Jack's body to make a bear jealous but the previously thick layer of body hair was obviously getting thinner each night.

As the sunset began to cast the darkened shadows upon the porch, Jack began getting nervous again. Although he had been wandering around all day being totally naked, he went into the bedroom and returned to the porch wrapped in a sheet. Greg showed him how to wrap the sheet around his body toga style so that it covered Jack's body from the armpits down like a long white dress. Then doing something totally unexpected, Jack sat down on the couch next to Greg and made a very usual request that Greg never expected to hear from Jack's lips. The request crossed the boundaries of friendship that they had established over the years of living next to each other.

"Greg, would you hold me? I'm scared."

So they sat on the couch on the front porch staring out at the dark ocean, listening to the comforting sound of the waves breaking on the beach below. Jack was wrapped in the sheet and leaning against Greg's body with Greg's arm resting on top of the couch above Jack's shoulders as if they were lovers. They smoked cigars as they talked about the only subject that they couldn't push from their minds; about Jack's transformation. Both of them silently wondered what changes that the next morning's light would bring to Jack's body.

About midnight, Jack rose slowly and announced that he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. Still wearing the sheet wrapped around his body like a toga, he made another strange request that also crossed the friendship boundaries that they had established a long time earlier.

"Greg, will you come stay with me in my room. There's a chair beside the bed that's very comfortable that you can sleep in. I'd feel better if I knew that you were watching over me."

When Greg didn't say no, Jack showed that his personality was becoming more feminine by gently taking Greg's hand and gently leading him back into the master bedroom not accepting Greg's silence as refusal of the request. Once they were in the bedroom, Jack lay down on the bed and almost instantly went to sleep. For several long seconds, Greg just stood beside the bed and debated returning to the porch. Then deciding that Jack had requested that he stay in the bedroom, Greg moved the large chair so that he was facing the bed. Turning out the light, Greg sat down in the chair and made himself comfortable as he listened to the soft sounds of Jack sleeping on the nearby bed. Greg knew that it could be a long night for both of them and that the following morning could lead to another very long strange day if Jack's body continued to transform.

******

The recognizable delicious smell of frying bacon somewhere nearby awakened Greg from a sound sleep. Jerking his head up, he looked around feeling confused for a few seconds until he determined where he was sleeping and remembered why he was there. He immediately noticed that Jack wasn't in the bed and that the bed had been made.

Stumbling to his feet, he stretched his lanky body as he headed toward the source of the delicious smell. Through the open doorway, he could see Jack busy at work fixing breakfast. Only there were some more obvious changes to Jack's body.

Greg immediately noticed that the still-naked Jack was a couple of inches smaller and had a much more proportional woman's body now. The transformed man looked like he was about five foot six and weighed about one hundred and twenty pounds. The four-inch long mop of dark hair on Jack's head had massively grown during the night so that it was a thick mass of uncombed dark hair covering his ears and reaching almost to the shoulders. The beard was totally gone and there were more changes to Jack's face so that it wasn't a masculine face any more. Where five days earlier, Jack had looked like Grizzy Adams with the thick beard and wide masculine face, he now looked very much like the beautiful exotic Angelina Jolie with the slender feminine face, high cheekbones, puffy kissable lips, slender nose, slender dark eyebrows, narrow chin and rounded almond shaped eyes highlighted with lush dark eyelashes.

There were other obvious physical changes such as the arms weren't as muscular and the legs were slender. But the most obvious change was that the body wasn't as hairy as it had been the previous day. During the night, Jack had lost about eighty percent of his thick body hair. The lower arms were still slightly dark as well as the legs from a much lighter more natural covering of body hair but the majority of the gross-looking male body hair was gone. There was a narrow patch of dark hair curling down the small of the back toward the ass crack and a matching patch in front going from the belly button to the pubic hair but the mannish covering of body hair was mostly gone.

Hearing the wooden floor creak from Greg's otherwise silent approach, Jack looked up from his cooking to greet his protector and friend. The rosy-red beardless cheeks looked puffy from recent crying however the new voluptuous full lips smiled as Jack turned to greet Greg.

"Good morning, Greg. I awakened early, silently observed the night's further changes to my body and decided to let you sleep a little longer. After all, we both know now that there is nothing that either of us can do to stop or control these changes now. How do you like my new more woman-like body? I'm smaller, have less hair on my body and on my face; however I've got this thick mane of hair on my head now. Also my cock is much smaller. It's only about an inch long now. When I took my morning shower to rinse off the discarded body hair, I tried to masturbate my cock to see if that still worked. I found out that it's only capable of functioning as a pee spout now. Oh well, easy come, easy go. I hadn't used it for what it was made for the last five years and it's no big loss."

Although the previous day Jack's voice had been relatively feminine sounding as compared to Jack's normal baritone sound, today's pleasing voice was completely soprano with a melodic lilt to it. Running a hand through the thick mass of dark hair covering his head, Jack laughingly noted that he was puzzled about that change.

"Haven't had hair in so damn long that I've forgotten how to comb it. I don't even own a hair brush or comb."

"You sound cheerful this morning, Jack."

Pointing toward needlecraft embroidery hanging on the wall, Jack began putting the cooked bacon onto a plate as he answered.

"Yeah, well I awakened, saw the new more feminizing changes to my body, and then it only took a few seconds before I decided that I was now more woman than man. Then slipping quietly out of the bedroom to give you the opportunity to sleep longer, I walked around the living room for a few minutes feeling sorry for myself and came in here to fix some coffee. That's when I saw the needlecraft hanging on the wall. It's been hanging there so long that I had forgotten about it. Anyway it's a simple statement that really applies to my current situation. It's a prayer wishing for courage to accept the things that I cannot change and also a wish for knowledge to recognize the things that I cannot change from the things that I can change. I can make you breakfast but I can't masturbate so therefore I should know to not try to masturbate but to satisfy myself by fixing you breakfast. I can look like a woman but I can't look like the old me. I can comb my new hair but I can't trim a beard that I no longer have. I can be a woman but I obviously can't be a man any more. There's a lot in my life that I can't change and I'm going to have to learn to deal with those changes. Once I accepted that the changes were permanent and that I had to adapt to my changed body, I felt more relaxed. That's when I started fixing you breakfast. Would you get the cream out of the fridge, dear?"

Jack had never called Greg "Dear" before. Greg would have instantly packed up and moved away if someone as big, hairy and masculine as the old Jack had ever called him "Dear". But hearing the term of endearment come from the new Jack's puffy lips caused different feelings in Jack. He felt a strange familiar warmth in his groin area and was very glad that he was wearing shorts so that Jack couldn't see the very different way that Greg was beginning to think about Jack's new womanly looking body.

It was a very strange breakfast. With Jack sitting across the breakfast table from Greg so that Jack's lower body couldn't be seen, the portion of Jack that could be seen looked like a naked woman. The thick mane of dark hair framing the thin pretty woman's face, the thin neck, the narrow shoulders, the full breasts that jiggled with every slight movement, the slender arms, the soft feminine voice and the gorgeous eyes that kept looking at Greg silently asking for help. While there were obviously more physical changes in Jack's body from the night's on-going transformation, Greg silently noted that the biggest change seemed to be in Jack's eyes and personality. While the new larger eyes occasionally showed some feelings of still feeling slightly terrified, some of the time they were looking at Greg in a way that made him feel slightly uncomfortable. Some of the times Greg felt that Jack was looking at him as if the very feminine acting Jack was thinking about what it would be like to "date" Greg.

In addition to the change in the eyes, Greg noticed that Jack laughed more and also talked more about things that Jack normally didn't talk about. While Jack occasionally discussed his physical changes, Greg noticed that Jack didn't say anything about the slight personality changes.

Later out on the front porch in the daylight, they examined Jack's body and noted the slight physical changes that had occurred during the night. His new body was slightly smaller but now was more feminine shaped. There was a definite sway in his backbone so that his body wasn't straight when viewed from the side. Also the new critical measurements of Jack's hourglass-shaped body were a stunning 38C-23-35.

While Jack had correctly identified all of the physical changes to his body, he hadn't noticed the obvious changes in his attitude that Greg easily noticed. His personality was more vivacious, more alive, and more expressive. In addition to also being slightly more talkative, Jack was using his hands, body, and facial expressions to supplement his words. There was also more vanity within Jack's new personality. With the beard totally gone, Jack spent a lot of time looking curiously into the mirror at his new woman's face and quizzing Greg as to what would make his new face look better.

"Should I tweeze my eyebrows? I don't know the first thing about makeup but it looks like I'm going to have to learn how to make this face look a proper woman's face. Should I cut my hair? How would I look with bangs? Damn, there's not a beauty shop within three thousand miles. When we go to the mainland to seek medical help, I'm also going to have to find a good beautician. My hair is a mess."

Because Jack had never had a need for a hairbrush with his former baldhead, Jack didn't have any way to comb the thick mane of unruly dark hair that he now had hanging down his back. When Greg volunteered to share his hairbrush with Jack until they could get one from a store, Jack almost giggled with delight and wanted it right then and there.

As they walked side-by-side back toward Greg's cabin to get the hairbrush, Jack's small hand kept bumping accidentally against Greg's hand. When they entered Greg's small cabin, Jack instantly noticed Greg's small selection of clothes hanging on the wall and asked to try on some of Greg's clothes. While a pair of Greg�s shorts was still too big for Jack's new smaller body, they did fit much better than Jack's much larger clothes had fit on the new smaller body. So using a small rope as a belt, Jack borrowed a pair of Jack's shorts and a T-shirt. Knotting the too-long T-shirt just above the belly button so that the midriff was exposed, Jack sat down at Greg's small table and spent several minutes using Greg's hairbrush to try to make the thick mass of dark hair look more presentable.

While Jack was busy learning how to take care of the hair with the hairbrush and mirror, Greg sat on the porch and did some serious thinking. With Jack's beard gone, the majority of the body hair gone, the new feminine face, the new woman's body and the new personality, Greg was having a hard time thinking of the person sitting in his living room as being anything other than a woman. Yesterday he had easily been able to think of Jack as a man because of the unfeminine body hair and beard. But today, it was obvious that Jack was almost totally a woman with only a few masculine traits remaining. While Greg wanted to start referring to Jack in the feminine gender, he was afraid that using the feminine pronouns to describe Jack would upset the new woman.

A few minutes later, he was still trying to determine the best way to discuss the awkward topic with Jack when Jack came out onto the porch. Jack had used some scissors to trim some of the hair so that it looked a little more even with it parted in the middle and the area over the ears brushed back down over his slender shoulders. Stepping out onto the porch dressed in Greg's shorts, T-shirt and looking all spiffy with the new hairdo, Jack surprised Greg by bringing up the tender subject that Greg had been thinking about for the last few minutes.

"Looks like you're going to have to start calling me Jane or something more appropriate now, Greg. I sure don't look or feel like a Jack anymore."

"I was going to discuss that with you."

"Well, I thought about it two days ago but didn't want to discuss it with you yet. This morning when I saw the way that I looked now, I knew that it was time to give up that old identity and to accept the new life that has been forced onto me. I picked out a new name for myself yesterday. I don't want to be called Jane, which is too similar to my old name. I've chosen Toni. I think that my new name is appropriate for my completely new appearance. Whether I like it or not, I'm now a fucking woman."

Headed back toward the cabin that they were both now calling Toni's cabin, the new woman showed that there were some other changes, which she hadn't mentioned. For the first time, she obviously flirted with Greg as they walked. Batting her eyelashes and acting coy, the new Toni teased him by telling him "that he had better treat her right if he ever wanted to be repaid for his kindness"; a flirtatious slow wink indicating that she wasn't talking about repaying with money. About halfway back to her cabin, she further surprised him by silently placing her smaller hand in his comparatively larger hand. Holding hands with him, Toni walked the rest of the way to her cabin walking as if it was perfectly natural for them to have that degree of intimacy and closeness.

With the tangles brushed out of her thick mane of new dark hair and with it parted into a flowing mane of dark hair cascading down her back, the new hairstyle only added to Toni's ever increasing femininity. Also seeing the unfettered twin breasts constantly jiggling underneath the tight fitting borrowed t-shirt further added to Greg's difficulties about how to treat Toni.

The warmth building in Greg's groin and the tingling caused by Toni's warm hand resting in his hand made it difficult for Greg to remember that Jack had ever been a man. All too soon they arrived back at Toni's cabin and she let go of his hand so that she could clean up the kitchen from breakfast.

Lunch that afternoon was also very different from any lunch that they had ever had before. Where before, Greg and Jack had always equally shared the work and rotated responsibilities for cooking, Toni was very insistent that cooking was woman's work and she had to learn how to be a proper woman. So she fixed Greg a martini, gave him a cigar and left him sitting on the porch relaxing as she made lunch for them. When preparation of the lunch was finished, she further surprised him by handing him a picnic basket while announcing that they were going down to the beach for a picnic.

Underneath a palm tree near the waterline, she spread a sheet and laid out the lunch that she had prepared for them. After they ate the delicious lunch, she stood up, slowly removed her T-shirt as if she were doing a strip show and kicked off the shorts. As soon as she was absolutely undressed, she yelled a challenge that Greg hadn't been expecting.

"Skinny dipping time. Last one in is a rotten egg."

Although she had a head start on him, he quickly caught up with her. After all, he only had to roll over once while kicking off his shorts to get rid of them and he was almost immediately on his feet after her. With his longer legs taking longer steps as they ran, he easily caught her just as she got into the knee-deep surf. He made a flying tackle and brought her down as his naked body landed on top of her equally naked body. A moment later, a wave crashed over them and rolled both of them over and over into the shallow water as they tumbled together from the force of the surf. Gasping for breath, they were both laughing as they tried to untangle their jumbled arms and legs. As he started to pull his arms from around her, she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face to her face. Lying in three-inch deep water with Greg lying half on top of her body, Toni gave him the type of passionate kiss that lovers give each other.

Something within that kiss made Greg forget that only hours earlier, he had been thinking of the transformed woman only as a man. Something within the way that their naked bodies were touching each other's body and gently moving with the rhythm of the moving surf made both of them forget that just a few days earlier, Toni had been physically and mentally a man. Something about the way that both of their bodies were rubbing against each other as they passionately kissed, made both of them forget anything but what they both wanted at that moment.

Lying on her back in the surf with Greg lying on top of her naked body, she was all-woman. So what if there was still a one-inch penis and two marble-sized testicles between her legs? The rest of her body and soul was all-woman and that woman was enormously hungry for the man that was lying between her spread legs. There was a strong undeniable hunger deep within her new body and a strong itching within a currently unreachable spot burning deep within her groin that had to be satisfied. As for Greg, the solid erection between his legs that he was rubbing against Toni's soft inner thigh proved that his naked body already considered her to be a total woman.

Holding her tightly as he kissed her, he gently rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him as he rolled over. One of his hands was squeezing and tweaking the breasts that he had been intently studying for the last several days. As soon as he was on his back with her lying on top of him, he broke the kiss as he stared into her eyes as if he was asking her a question.

Slowly she broke eye contact with his eyes and let her eyes drift down his naked body to the erection that was sticking so proudly out from between his legs. She felt his hands move to her shoulders and give a gentle push as a signal indicating what he desired from her.

There was nothing unusual in his silent request. It was the same age-old request that all men quickly made to their woman, as they became lovers. It was a request for her to submit totally to him and to prove to him that she was his woman. Although Jane was still more man than woman between her legs, she did have a mouth and nice looking ass that could be used just as well.

As her head moved down his body toward the erect part of his body that she was concentrating on, she felt her lips part slightly as her face came closer to his cock. Just before her trembling lips touched his manhood, she shut her eyes and tightly clinched his pride and joy with her warm palm. Holding his cock firmly in her fist, she shivered as if she was struggling with something that was more powerful than the strong physical desire that she was experiencing.

Slowly her mouth opened wide and her face moved closer to his cock. Her hand held his cock steady as she turned her face toward the rock-hard object. As the tip of his cockhead touched her lips, she shivered and quickly bowed her head thrusting the majority of his cock into her mouth. For a moment, they both just laid there as they each shivered with the different emotions that were raking their bodies.

Then she surprised him by jerking her head back, letting go of his cock and rolling over as she gagged as if she were about to throw up. He rolled toward her and tried to suggest words of advice as he endeavored to get her to return to what she had been getting ready to do to him.

"You took too much into your throat too soon, Toni. Let's try it again."

Tears were streaming down the new woman�s face as she instantly rejected his suggestion.

"I can't do it. Some strange new emotion within me wants me to do it to you but I can't do it. I am still a man no matter how much my body has changed. I can't do it. I'm a man. I'm a man. I'm a...."

She jumped to her feet and ran across the beach. When she got to the tree line, she continued running. Greg slowly rose to his feet and watched her until she was out of sight as she went up the path leading up the cliff to the cabin. Looking down at his still obvious erection, he talked to it as if it were alive.

"Well, my friend, what are we going to do now?"

Chapter 4 - The pit

Packing up the lunch basket as well as picking up the discarded clothes took a few moments. Then after dressing, he began walking up the hill that she had just run up. By the time that he reached the clearing in front of the cabin, Toni was already sitting on the front porch. From a distance, it looked as if she was wrapped in the sheet toga style again and was smoking a cigar. As he came closer to the front porch, he could see that she was also drinking again and had a half empty glass in her hand.

Sitting down on the old couch opposite where Toni was sitting, he began offering friendly advice.

"Your body is smaller now and won't tolerate the same amount of alcohol. Watch it or you'll get totally drunk again."

With the cigar tucked into the corner of her mouth and holding the drink in her hand, she laughed as she tried to make her new woman's voice sound masculine.

"Ha. I need to get drunk. When I drink, I forget my troubles. If I had been drunk a few minutes ago, I might have.... done what you wanted me to do. You're right. I shouldn't drink. I sure as hell don't want to get drunk and to wake up to discover that I've also become a cock sucker. Damn, I sure feel strange."

"Look Toni, I might have....."

"Forget that Toni shit. I was feeling giddy and foolish. I'm still Jack. No matter what I look like, I'm Jack. Understand."

Recognizing that Jack/Toni was in a state of denial about the facts and that arguing wouldn't resolve anything, Greg acquiesced to the request.

"Ok, Jack. As I was saying, I might have been swept up by the emotions also. After all, I've been on this island for three years without a woman and you now look like the woman of my dreams. I'm sorry that I overstepped the boundaries of our friendship and tried to seduce you down in the surf."

"Apology accepted but don't ever try it again if you don't want me to bite your cock off."

Tilting her head back, she drained the glass. Slipping to her feet, she walked to the small table and refilled her glass with more whiskey. While she didn't realize it, Jack could see that she was already beginning to be slightly intoxicated.

Going back to the chair, she crossed her legs in a haughty manner not caring that her upper thigh was exposed almost to the buttocks. Five minutes later, her anger was replaced as she began giggling uncontrollably then began acting rather different as the rapidly increasing alcohol levels in her bloodstream caused her to become intoxicated again.

Half an hour later, he picked her up from the floor where she had passed out from the alcohol that she had already drunk. Lightly carrying her in his arms, he carried her back to the bedroom and after he laid her on the bed, he gently kissed her on the lips while whispering his good night wishes to her unconscious body.

"Sleep tight, my princess. Let's see what changes occur to you tonight."

******

The old couch on the front porch was one that had been rebuilt several times and was only good enough to use on the front porch. It was comfortable enough so that Greg could sleep on it but that was about it.

Sometime during the hour of total darkness just before sunrise, Greg felt a tickling sensation and rolled over on his back as he continued to doze. Almost immediately, he felt the tickling sensation resume on his uncovered belly and delightful warmth caressing his belly. Lying in that half-dream/half-awake state, he recalled the wonderful dream that he had been having lately. As his dream girl kissed his belly, it felt very real to him. As his dream girl unzipped his shorts and her warm hand guided his erection out, it also felt very real to him. As the dream girl guided his cock into her warm mouth that also felt very real to him. So real that it jarred him instantly awake.

Snapping his head to look at his groin, he saw that the reason that his belly had been tickled was because of a woman's long hair brushing across his belly. And it wasn't his dream girl who was giving him a blowjob. It was Toni.

Leaning his head back onto the pillow, Greg just smiled and let her do whatever she wanted to do to him.

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The old couch was made for sitting but it wasn't made for two people to curl up together. Thankfully Toni's new body was so slender that they could curl up together and wait for the sunrise.

After she had given him a mind-blowing blowjob, she had crawled on top of his body and just lay there as she whispered tender words to him.

"I had a whore do that to me once in Paris. Best blowjob that I ever had. How did I do? Can I be your whore?"

Guiding her face to his face, he didn't care that her face was slightly damp from a combination of her exertion and his body fluids. After all, he was the primary reason for the damp mess on her face. Just before his lips touched her damp lips to kiss her, he answered her question.

"Best blowjob that I ever had."

When the sunrise finally occurred, they confirmed that further changes had occurred to Toni's body. Her soft complexion was now silky smooth as well more body hair had disappeared so that she now had no more body hair than the average woman. Also the small remnant of Jack's manhood between her thighs had totally disappeared and the new slit between her legs proudly indicated that Toni was now all-woman. Jack's tongue quickly confirmed that the new woman had all of the necessary plumbing between her legs as well as was capable of enjoying the appropriate reactions to his teasing tongue. Then Greg's cock confirmed for both of them that the interior of the new cavity between her legs was sized and appropriately shaped to contain a man's erect and very hard sex's organ. As the sunrise flooded the front porch with the first bright beams of daylight, Greg claimed Toni's virginity that she willingly gave to him.

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By mid-morning, Greg had confirmed to himself that Toni was totally female from the tip of her small toes to mass of dark shoulder-length dark hair cascading down her silky smooth back. Not only was her body physically a woman's body but also her personality and attitude had gone through more mysterious changes during the night. The rough taciturn personality of Jack was positively gone replaced by the sweet disposition of a young woman who was absolutely totally in love with Greg.

Where the remaining Jack personality had fought the previous day to stay in control, there wasn't any sign of Jack's personality in the new woman. She was totally subservient and desired only to please her man as well as to be very feminine. As she busied herself around the house, cleaning it and trying to make Jack's cabin look not so masculine, Greg told her that he was going back to his cabin to pack up his gear because he was going to move in with her. Giggling uncontrollably because she was happy that Greg had accepted her offer that he permanently move in with her, she gave him a big sloppy kiss and told him to hurry back.

While walking back to the cabin, Greg went over the things that they had discussed after they had made love for the second time that morning. Now that she was physically and mentally a woman, the lovely Toni wanted Greg to move in with her into her larger cabin. She didn't want to go to the mainland to see a doctor now because she was happy with her new body and new life as a woman. As far as she was concerned, her old life as Jack was over and she wanted to forget it as she lived her new live as a woman and more importantly as Greg's woman. She only wanted to be known as Toni in the future and they had quickly made up a story about how she had come to the island and bought Jack's cabin that they could tell to the other island inhabitants. And that Jack had returned to the mainland.

It had been a whirlwind change for her and for Greg. Accepting her wishes, he confessed to her that he was also in love with her because she was the woman of his dreams.

So things were working out great for both of them. While she worked on changing the cabin's decoration to reflect her vivacious new feminine personality, Greg went back to his old shack.

As Greg entered his small cabin, he glanced at the Spartan existence that he had lived for the last three years. While he was still going to be living a rugged lifestyle as compared to most Americans, it wasn't going to as Spartan in the future as he shared the luxuries of Toni's home with her. It only took him about five minutes to pack his few belongings. He would share his clothing with her because his clothing fit her better than Jack's tent-sized clothing.

As soon as he was packed, he walked out on the front porch and shut the door. Although he would retain ownership of his old cabin, he wouldn't be coming back to it too often. Dropping his suitcase on the edge of the porch, he crawled underneath the porch and went back into a small pit that he had dug several weeks earlier underneath his cabin Slipping into the pit, he was able to stand up. Lighting the candle that he kept down there, it cast a golden dim light upon the small altar that he had recently built underneath his cabin.

Dropping to his knees, he said the chant that he had found on some of the old artifacts in the caves. Picking up the small box containing the ancient relics of a prehistoric civilization that he had discovered in one of the caves, he knew that in a few days that he would return the ancient relics to the caves where he had found them. Picking up one of the relics, he gingerly handled it knowing that it contained more power than an atomic bomb could ever hope to obtain.

The relic granted to any person that repeated the chants upon the side, the ability to reshape matter.

For the last several nights, Greg had been slipping back to his cabin as soon as Jack/Toni was asleep and he had been praying to the ancient relic as to the changes that he desired for Jack/Toni's body. Then he had returned to Jack's cabin to wait for her awakening and subsequent changes to her body and personality.

Using the mystic powers of the relics, Greg had created the woman of his dreams from Jack's raw materials.

Putting the relics away, Greg blew out the candle and crawled out from underneath his cabin. He knew that in his suitcase that he had the spare parts that he had removed from Jack's radio so that it wouldn't work to call for help. He knew that the normal supply ship would be docking in about two weeks and that there would be a large box with Greg's name on it. Inside the box would be women's clothes to include lingerie and makeup that he would be giving to Toni. While the contents were mostly shorts, simple blouses and other day-to-day women's clothes, there was also some slinky dresses for those occasions when they wanted to dress up and to have a private party. It was all stuff that he had ordered about three weeks earlier when he developed the plan to take over Jack's life and to create Toni from Jack. By the time that the shipment arrived, Toni would be so comfortable with her new lifestyle and so in love with Greg that she wouldn't be suspicious as to how Greg was able to order stuff in her exact size almost three weeks before she became a woman.

Picking up the suitcase containing his meager belongings, there was a big smile on his face as he strode across the jungle headed back to his new home and to the beautiful woman who was going to take care of him for the rest of his life.

The End.

since 03/27/05