Changes in Paradise: 01
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(and how did you get a hold of this in the first place), if you're
offended by transgender or transsexual ideas, stop reading, and if
you're unlikely to enjoy erotic descriptions of sex, stop reading.
I would like to offer special thanks to several helpful editors whose
feedback and questions prompted this revision, most notably Mare Vir,
Fran, and Patrick. The timeline has been cleaned up, many grammar
mistakes have been corrected, and the science has been sharpened. The
story is essentially the same, but I felt that I had to "fix" these
early parts in order to continue. I'm just a nudge, I suppose.
ADULT CONTENT
Changes in Paradise 01 - 07
Revised May 2007
By Patricia
*****
01 - Changes in Paradise
*****
"Damn it's hot," Patrick said to no one in particular.
He stretched out his back, stiff from bending over the mess of
electronic parts spread out on the tarp in front of him. He was trying
to repair a small, short wave radio that had unexpectedly been damaged.
There wasn't much in the way of spare parts, and so Pat was trying to
modify existing parts and materials. It was difficult, slow work, and
he really didn't think he'd be able to fix it in the first place. But
he had to try, the boat had been modified, or scavenged as the case may
be, to serve as a power plant for the jungle laboratory he and John had
set up. It would be impossible to restore it to a seaworthy condition,
so the radio was the only hope of rescue. They had found all the
evidence they needed to help Green Peace file a lawsuit on behalf of
the aboriginal natives that had originally lived on the island, and now
it was time to be rescued. Or at least, that was the original plan.
It had been two months since Pat and his old friend John had bought a
small boat and secretly landed on the small, uncharted island northwest
of Australia. Nuclear tests had been conducted near the island, and he
and John were there, trying to document the damages that had been done.
They hadn't been supported by any government agency, and they had even
been denied permission to go. A few bribes in the right places,
however, and they found themselves living in paradise.
Pat had been trying to fix the radio for several days, and he was
becoming more and more sure that it was useless. He took off his
glasses and rubbed his eyes in frustration. He looked around for a bit
of cloth to clean his lenses, and couldn't find a clean one, their
clothes had slowly disintegrated in the tropical heat. He and John had
taken to wearing only their nylon swimsuits to cope with the weather,
and as a result both had become golden brown from head to toe. He set
his glasses aside and returned to his task.
He tried one more time to attach his jury-rigged transistor to the
power cell and got the odd mixture of tree sap, metal filings, and
ocean brine to hold the wire in place. Very carefully he switched on
the power and waited for the familiar cackle that would indicate he had
fixed the radio.
Nothing. Not even a blip. Then, a sudden crackle! No, that was
someone coming up the path. Damn, and double damn, thought Pat.
"John," he called out towards the path from beach where his friend was
returning from trying to spear dinner. "John, it looks like I'm just
not technician enough to fix the damn radio."
"That's o.k. buddy, you're a molecular biologist, not an electronic
engineer," John smiled as he trotted back to the small lab with a
flounder firmly skewered on his homemade spear. "We'll be eating just
fine tonight! We can worry about being rescued when I'm too old to
fish," he joked.
Pat smiled wanly at John's joke. "Yea, but Green Peace will never be
able to file that lawsuit without this evidence."
John nodded thoughtfully. "Well, there's not much we can do about it,
is there. We cannibalized the boat so we could build the lab and the
beach hut, and we planned on using the short wave to let somebody know
we were here to be rescued. How could we know that a tsunami would
rush up on the first hut we built and ruin our radio?"
"Yea, we're lucky that we decided to build the bio lab at least 200
feet higher up the side of the volcano than the other one, even though
it was a pain to haul all the pieces of the boat up here. And the
geothermal energy that powers some of the experiments has other uses
too," mused Pat as he carefully put away the sea-stained, still ruined
radio. "Having your own private hot tub on the side of a tropical
mountain is something I could get used to. But that luxury will give
me little comfort if we can't share the results of these experiments.
I think the healing salve we were able to synthesize from the compounds
of those species of fish that change gender may have real medical uses
when, or if, we ever get back."
"Oh, we'll get back someday. There are enough of the wrong people in
the right places who know that we were thinking of this crazy
expedition in the first place. They'll soon enough put two and two
together and figure out what we did," laughed John.
"I hope you're right," said Pat.
John gave Pat a reassuring thump on the back and jammed the spear into
the soft loam floor of the hut. He looked down at his old friend with
concern, searching the tanned lines of worry apparent around Pat's
eyes. They had always made a great team; Pat the brains and John the
brawn. At 6' 3'' John was an intimidating force that could easily make
an angry fisherman back off of a protected fishing area. Pat
formulated strategies and remedies for the various confrontations they
had engaged in. But they were also loners, two of a kind, in a sense.
They worked well together because they worked alone.
"What is it you think the fish goop will do?" asked John again.
"I'm not sure," responded Pat. "The compound seems to work miracles in
healing scratches. See?" he said as he showed the fresh pink mark on
his arm to John.
"That was this morning! It's already healed!" marveled John. "It
wasn't a big cut, but it was a good one." He turned Pat's arm over
slightly, tracing the thin, barely noticeable line along the outside of
his arm. Pat had cut himself while trying to harvest some tree sap on
a particularly thorny palm. It had been a deep cut, and Pat had put
some of his homemade salve on it a few hours ago.
"Yes, amazing, isn't it. I knew that those secretions had something to
do with rebuilding cell structure," said Pat.
Among the many beautiful and exotic fish found along the barrier reef
that stretched across the small lagoon to the west were a species of
fish that procreated in unusual ways. Tropical "painted shell" fish
live in communities of all female fish with a single male that dominate
and protect the harem. The male fish is significantly larger; allowing
him to collect abandoned shells for the much smaller females to nest
inside. Roving bands of smaller males attempt to muscle in on
established harems, but the biggest fish usually wins.
The odd part, however, is that all fish are born female. Every single
fish is born female. When the male dies, the largest female changes
her gender and becomes the alpha male of the harem. Sometimes several
other large females challenge at the same time, and the ones who lose
the fight are driven off, renegade males in search of new harems.
Pat had synthesized the secretions of the transforming female-to-male
fish and applied that to his cut. The results had been nothing short
of miraculous.
"Man! It really worked!" said John. "That's just the ticket because I
seem to have gotten bit by something, a crab I think, while I was
fishing for supper." He turned his leg to show Pat and revealed a
fresh tear in his calf. The wound wasn't as long as Pat's had been,
but it was deeper.
"Christ! Why didn't you tell me you'd been hurt, and we've been
sitting here wasting time. Does it hurt?" asked Pat.
"Nah, I barely feel it," he responded. "You want to try that stuff on
it?"
"Yea, it will confirm what I think has happened to me," Pat enthused.
Pat took a small vial from a shelf and spread a small amount of cream
colored liquid on John's calf. John sighed immediately as the
restorative effects of the salve began its work. Pat worked carefully,
getting all parts of his wound covered.
"Wow, that stuff sure works quick. I don't even feel the bite of the
salt water any longer," John reported. "Not only are we going to kick
some government agency butt when we get back, we'll be rich too!"
"First, why don't you see about getting that fish ready for dinner. I
found some mangos while I was looking for those rubber trees and I
think I can whip us up something that will knock your socks off," said
Pat.
They had fallen into some routines early in their work. John could
build just about any kind of shelter, keep a fire going in the rain,
and hunt and trap food of all kinds. He was also a crack navigator,
pilot, and could get anything that floated, flew, or rolled to almost
any destination in the world. Pat, on the other hand, was a pure
scientist who constantly tinkered and combined things to create new
formulas and understandings of how things worked. This knowledge also
contributed to his uncanny ability to cook. Because he understood, on
a chemical level, how acids, bases, other elements of all food came
together, he was an expert chef. Even stranded as they were on a
remote and mostly ignored island, Pat had provided a steady diet of
marvelous food flavored with the flora and fauna that surrounded them.
Although neither of them would have identified their roles along gender
lines, Pat stayed at home and performed domestic activities while John
spent his days building and hunting to provide Pat the raw materials he
needed to sustain their existence. The results of their combined
labors were impressive. The "lab" was actually a series of small
buildings perched on the lower half of the small volcano that gave
birth to the island. The boat and its original fixtures had been
completely transformed into a Swiss Family Robinson like camp they had
constructed. The main hut was centered over a small geothermal vent
that John had tamed into a forced air convection oven, a plain slab
griddle, and a Bunsen burner that served as the catalyst for Pat's
various experiments. The hut was kept cool via the constant dripping
of water from the thatched roof. An aqueduct constructed from bamboo
fed the camp with a steady supply of water from a nearby mountain
stream that was surprisingly cool given the amount of thermal activity
in the area. Each man had his own sleeping hut similarly cooled, and a
forth hut served as their storage area for basic foodstuffs.
The aqueduct also fed water into their "hot tub" that had been created
out of natural depression in a rock outcropping just above the camp.
John had diverted part of the hot air from the geothermal vent with
scrape metal and a sort of cement he had invented that combined
pulverized volcanic rock and the rubber sap Pat had used to try to fix
the radio. The result was nearly invisible, except for the small valve
the popped up from the edge of the rock pool that regulated the airflow
in to the tub. The outcropping gave them clear views of the lagoon
below and the sky above, and they both had enjoyed spending time in the
warm, bubbling water as the evenings cooled and the starts twinkled.
If they got too hot, they could follow the aqueduct as it twisted and
turned another hundred yards up and a few hundred yards west around the
side of the mountain to the natural pool that had formed at the base of
a small waterfall. The stream was spring fed and was cooler than
almost any other, probably due to a large deposit of granite on that
side of the volcano. Both Pat and John took daily jaunts up to the
waterfall to bathe as the water was nether too cold nor too hot. It
was a great way to rinse the salt, grit, and wind from their bodies
after a long day cataloguing fish or collecting samples.
All in all, it was a paradise. The jungle was rich with fruits and
roots, and the lagoon was rich with a wide variety of fish and
shellfish. The days were hot but kept cool by the constant breezes,
and the nights were cool and mild. Although neither man wanted to stay
there forever, they weren't panicked by the idea that rescue might be
far off. They had carved out a pleasant lifestyle on the island, and
they knew they would be missed eventually. All it took was time.
The delicate whitefish simmered in a mango broth was indeed the "knock-
your-socks-off" meal that Pat had promised. The steamed hearts of palm
with baby fronds were a magnificent complement to the fish. The only
thing missing was a fine Chardonnay.
"It's too bad that the tropics don't support grapes," Pat mused as he
finished the last of his fish. "Wine is the only part of civilization
that I really miss out here."
"I've been thinking about that," said John, "and tomorrow I'm going to
see about building a small still from the last parts of the gas tank
and boat engine. Seeing as how we don't need the generator since the
radio is kaput, we don't need the engine either."
"I suppose you're right, but I am reluctant to dismantle the engine as
I could still use the generator in the lab. I know we've discovered
just about everything we set out to, but as long as we're stuck here,
I'd like to continue working," said Pat.
"Yea, but wouldn't water power work? I can rig part of the aqueduct
towards a water wheel, and that can power the generator, then we can
use the last of the boat parts to construct a still. Besides, the
still can be used for other things like making bigger batches of that
fish goop, or cooking a really big stew for when we have guests over
for dinner," John said with a smirk.
"I'm just reluctant to dismantle the last remnants of the boat for what
is basically a comfort measure ... but you're right. I don't need to
use the micro-scanner or the computer very often, and we will
eventually run out of gas. I guess we can start on that tomorrow,"
said Pat with a sigh.
They cleaned up the last of the dinner and put the metal dishes into
the "automatic dishwasher," a small kettle that kept boiling fed by a
constant stream of new water from the aqueduct. In the morning, all
the dishes would be sterilized and the water would be ready for a
coffee like brew that Pat made with crushed leaves and bark of several
coca like plants.
As Pat lay awake on his bed, he marveled at the speed with which his
cut had been healed. He couldn't feel any trace of the wound, the new
pink skin having perfectly blended with the rest of his arm. The moon
had cast more than enough light, and he couldn't see a trace of the
deep scratch he had suffered only that morning. It was amazing,
really; a first class medical discovery. It was a discovery, however,
that would have to wait until they were rescued. And Pat knew it could
be months before that happened, but he fell asleep with a smile on his
face, knowing they could survive for years on the island.
*****
Pat's dreams that night were extraordinarily vivid. He was swimming in
the lagoon, surrounded by thousands of brightly colored tropical fish.
The water was warm and the sunlight softly illuminated the coral reef.
He was underwater without any kind of snorkel or aqua-lung, but he
wasn't afraid. Above him, he could see the outline of John swimming
above him, strong and sleek as his powerful strokes propelled him
through the water. Pat felt safe and protected looking up at his
large, well-built partner slicing through the water. When he woke in
the morning, he felt strangely at peace.
John shared similar dreams over their morning tea. He had been hunting
sand sharks and had followed them down below the surface of the water
before he realized that he was breathing naturally with no artificial
aids. They both marveled at the vivid nature of the dreams but drew no
other conclusions.
"Let's get started on the still, shall we?" asked John.
"First I want to examine your calf," said Pat.
John hefted his leg up onto the table he had built for their meals, and
Pat carefully examined his former cut. Like his own, John's cut was
completely and nearly invisibly healed. "Amazing, just amazing!"
marveled Pat, "It's almost miraculous."
"Yea, at least we won't be in danger getting a fatal infection from a
skin wound while we're stuck here! Let's get started on the day, shall
we?" prompted John.
They set to work immediately, and by midday, they had completed the
modifications to the gas tank to make the still. Together they set off
to gather the materials they would need to make their first batch of
tropical beverage. It wasn't until the late afternoon that they took a
break for food.
"Hey, do you notice a change in your energy level today?" asked Pat as
he nibbled lightly on some fresh fruit.
"Yes, now that you mention it, I feel better than I've felt in a long
time. We've been going strong all day, and it's late for lunch, but
I'm not starving or anything," reported John as he tore into the
whitefish Pat had brought with them.
"I'm feeling very similarly," said Pat. "I wonder if it has anything
to do with the salve I used on us yesterday?"
"It might, and if it did, then you're an even bigger genius than I
thought," joked John. "I feel great!"
"So do I, but I hope there isn't a piper to be paid for this tune,"
said Pat.
"What do you mean by that?" asked John.
"Oh, I don't know. Probably nothing," Pat mused. "If the goop is
doing all this to us, it's unlikely that this is all it's doing. There
might be more that is happening to us, but I'd have to run some tests."
"Seeing as how I feel really great, stronger than I've ever felt in my
life, I'm not too worried about it."
"Yea, John, I know. But ... and I do mean but, I am not feeling
strength, though I do feel pretty good. High energy is more like it."
John gave his old friend a good look. Pat had always been the thinner
of the two men, smaller in stature, but always in good shape. Both of
their hair had grown longer and both kept it in a pony tail most of the
time. Pat's hair, however, looked thicker today for some strange
reason, and softer as it fell about his face and glasses. Now what
made that thought come to mind? John looked at his own feet and hands
as he puzzled over the sudden embarrassment that washed over him when
he looked at Pat. What was that about?
Pat didn't notice John's piercing gaze and subsequent embarrassment.
He was trying to catalogue how he felt and had his eyes closed,
concentrating on feeling his body. He had noticed that his hair seemed
healthier this morning, a bit fuller and lighter in color. He hoped
that was simply the vitality the goop had created and not what he
already suspected might be a side effect of the fish compound. He
noticed that the breeze felt fresh and delicate on his face, and the
warmth of the sun seemed more present on his skin. Everything seemed
more colorful, alive; it was like his senses had been switched on to
full power for the first time in his life. He also noted that his
vision seemed to be changing, he saw colors, particularly reds, much
more vividly, or so he thought, and the glasses seemed less necessary
as the day wore on. He couldn't be sure, yet, and so he said nothing.
They finished their meal and gathered the supplies they hoped would
produce their first batch of tropical wine. When they got back to the
camp, they immediately started on their first attempt.
"Do you think we should use more citrus or more berry in the mix?"
"Berry, definitely berry. There's already too much acid in the mash,
and we need more sugars," said Pat, "sugar!"
John glanced up at his friend and gave him a strange smile. They never
called each other by pet names. What the heck was that for, and why
was he feeling embarrassed each time he glanced at Pat? John pushed
these thoughts aside and hefted another load of star fruit, guava, and
wild-berry mix into the fermentation pot.
Pat concentrated on adjusting the fire beneath the pot, furious with
himself for calling John by an endearment. What was he doing? Where
had that come from? Why was he feeling so awkward around his old
friend? That sort of thing had never happened before.
"This is going to need to cook for a few hours. What do you say we
wash the grime of the jungle off before we tackle dinner?" asked Pat.
"Sure buddy," John emphasized the 'buddy,' "let's go jump in the hot
tub."
They both went to their own huts and took off their nylon shorts in
preparation for a swim. Both men had been naked in front of each other
many times, but both felt a hesitation this time. John looked down at
himself and could see the stirrings of an erection, his cock half-hard
and beginning to fill with blood. Pat looked down and wondered if he
had always looked this scrawny, and he noticed that his body hair
seemed lighter. He pushed his fears aside when he heard John splash
into the hot tub, and Pat left his hut.
John relaxed in the tub and the warm water gently swirled and bubbled
around him. He had taken great pains to follow Pat's engineering to
the letter, and the hot tub was not only a working wonder in the
jungle, it was beautiful to behold. The polished black rock made a
perfect basin for the tub, and he had used parts from the boat to make
the hot air bubble through the fresh water. Between the cool water and
the hot air, the tub was usually very pleasant.
As Pat walked up the path towards the tub, John noticed the something
else was very different about him. Pat seemed paler, losing some of
the golden tan they had both acquired. John also felt the return of
his embarrassment; no-it wasn't embarrassment-it was attraction. John
felt attracted to his old friend and co-worker Pat. Impossible! He
had never felt that way before! Sure, he loved Pat and wasn't afraid
to say it when it really mattered, but he had never felt sexually
attracted to him or any man. He tore his eyes from Pat and looked
instead off into the distance over the ocean where the beginnings of a
sunset teased the horizon.
Pat had felt the white heat of John's stare and recognized the
embarrassed look John had now. But, because he couldn't think of
anything else he should do, he simply slipped into the water opposite
his old friend. Both men had let their hair down, and Pat noticed that
John's hair was darker and healthier than ever. In fact, all of John's
hair seemed darker and healthier. There was hair on his chest and
shoulders, and his navel and his ... Pat broke his gaze away, realizing
that he had been staring at John's crotch.
They both sat in silence for many minutes before Pat finally announced
that he had had enough for one evening. John muttered good night, and
Pat walked back down to his sleeping hut alone. When he stepped into
the soft glow of the oil lamp he had rigged, he looked at himself
carefully in the mirror. He took off his glasses and noted that he no
longer needed them; he could see perfectly. What ever was happening to
him, it was going to be a doozy.
The changes were more obvious now, he thought to himself. He had felt
his body tingling and twitching constantly while sitting in John's
presence in the hot tub, and the psychological changes were more
pronounced than he had suspected. Pat understood the mechanisms that
the painted shell fish had undergone during their sex change, but he
hadn't thought the opposite was possible or likely. Looking at his
considerably longer hair, softened facial features, and subtly thinner
waist, he was now sure that it was not only possible, but that it was
happening to him.
What was odd, he thought to himself, was that he wasn't too upset. He
had never had a significant relationship with either a man or a woman
because he was so wrapped up in his work. Pat had long thought that he
might be gay, and though that thought didn't upset him, he had never
been attracted enough to anyone to act on it. Correction, he thought
to himself, he had never been attracted to another gay man enough to
act on it. He knew that his friendship with John was the longest
relationship he had ever had, but he also knew that John was about a
straight as they come.
Pat looked closer into the mirror. His eyes had shifted color from
their normal blue/green to a more brilliant green. His normally dirty
blond hair seemed to be moving towards an auburn or red tint. His
chest and arms were nearly hairless, and his pubic hair seemed thinner.
He still looked like himself, he decided, though he could see that
femininity was creeping into his body structure and facial features.
He heard John come back through the camp and go into his own hut. He
fought an urge to go to him and instead slipped into his bed and fell
almost immediately asleep. Just like the night before, Pat began
having extraordinary and vivid dreams. This time Pat found himself
floating in the hot tub, looking out over a surreal sunset. John was
standing at the edge of the cliff, framed against the rich colors of
the sunset, posing like a Greek god. Pat could feel his long hair
float about his body, gently caressing himself, and he was aware of a
heavy weight on his chest. In his dream, he looked down and saw two
large female breasts sprouting up through the surface of the water,
their thick nipples erect in the cool evening air. Pat struggled to
wake up, and found it was the next morning.
*****
For the next two months, both men struggled with their quickly
developing, new feelings for each other, but the physical changes
slowly progressed for both men. John had slowly become the picture of
male vitality, sharply muscled with wide shoulders tapering down to a
washboard waist and strong thighs. Pat, on the other hand, had
continued to slim down, and his hips had ached as they ever so slightly
widened while he often felt like a great weight sat on his rib cage as
his bones seemed to slowly shrink in his arms, legs, and chest.
Their only solace was that they had completed the still and therefore
enjoyed many batches of a sweet, tropical rum punch. Each man had been
self-medicating with the punch, hoping that the feelings of attraction
would fade away. They avoided each other as much as possible, meeting
only during meals. At the end of the two months, they both knew that
significant changes were occurring, but their feelings of attraction
and confusion had far outstripped the actual physical changes.
Pat stood, for the hundredth time, before the mirror in his hut. He
catalogued, once again, the changes his body had undergone. He was a
few inches shorter, his waist was slightly indented above hips that had
widened slightly. His hair was a darker auburn and his eyes were
greener than they had been a few weeks ago. His body hair had thinned
or fallen out to the point where it wasn't noticeable, and his lips
seemed ever so slightly thicker. He felt sure that the goop had
wrought these changes, but he was surprised at his feelings concerning
the changes.
He liked them.
He knew that the goop was slowly changing his gender, or at least that
is what it would probably do. He knew that John was the more
physically dominant human of the two of them, and so if the goop was
going to imitate in humans what it did in fish, Pat was going to be the
female of the species. The prospect thrilled him and frightened him.
Why did he have these feelings? He had never before focused much on
sex; he had always had his work. But as he stared at his morphed body
in the mirror, he was sure that he wanted to see this experiment
continue.
Of course, he was a man of science. Well, perhaps not a man, at any
rate, much longer, he thought to himself.
He turned away from the mirror and went into the connecting hut that
served as the laboratory. He picked up the bottle that contained the
goop and then went to the still. John had already gone up to the hot
tub to ease away the pains of the day, and so Pat could work in
privacy. He drew two long drinks of the tropical punch in two bamboo
mugs, and then he put a liberal dose of the fish goop into each drink.
He stirred them slightly, and then with his heart pounding, he walked
up the path towards the hot tub, carrying the two drinks. Pat was sure
that if superficial application of the goop to their skins had already
wrought these changes, then an internal application of a massive amount
of goop might do the trick.
John was comfortably lounging in the warm and bubbling water, naked.
Pat had rarely come up to the hot tub for the last month, so John felt
reasonably safe from both his own feelings and from what he suspected
were Pat's feelings as well. John was as equally puzzled as Pat; he
had always been attracted to women, and had left several beauties in
his wake. Why then, he wondered, was he so attracted to his oldest,
best, and male friend? He was pondering this question, with his eyes
closed, when he heard Pat slip into the hot tub opposite him.
"Pat, you startled me," he exclaimed, sitting straight, the waves he
stirred up nearly causing Pat to spill the drinks he was balancing.
"What are you up to?"
"Me? Not much. I got tired of us treating each other like strangers
and thought that a toast to old times might help. What do you say, my
old friend?" Pat paused, holding one drink out to John. John took a
slight moment, and then reached out to grasp the proffered beverage,
rising slightly from the water and giving Pat a clear view of his
crotch. Pat felt himself blush as he realized what he was seeing. He
also felt himself get warm and tingly all over.
"I suppose you're right, we have been treating each other strangely,"
John mused, sipping his drink. "Why do you suppose that is?"
"I have lots of theories, and none of them are easy. My best guess, as
I am sure that you are already aware, is that the fish goop has altered
our bodies and our feelings. Does that about sum it up?" Pat stared
boldly at his friend, seeking encouragement for what he hoped would
begin to happen.
"I think you have put it, as usual, succinctly and accurately. What do
we do about it?" John asked.
"Well, if it's o.k. with you, I think we should deal with it head on,
so to speak," Pat suggested.
"What do you mean by that?" John asked.
"I can see that you've become more masculine, and I also can see that
you've noticed that I've become more feminine. If your feelings
towards me are similar to the ones I'm feeling towards you, then you
have become attracted to me. Am I right so far?" asked Pat.
John let out a deep sigh, and began to softly chuckle. "That's right,
my old friend. You rarely beat around the bush when it comes to
crises. I've been going crazy trying to figure out why I started to
find you so sexy. Now, I guess, I know."
"Ditto. Would you be adverse to seeing the experiment reach its
logical conclusion?" Pat asked hesitantly.
"You mean more goop?" John asked.
"Yes, and more changes."
"You mean you're willing to let the changes continue?" asked John with
surprise. "That means that you might become a woman."
"I know," Pat stated.
"Wow."
"Yea, wow." Pat paused. "So, what do you want?"
John looked across the pool at his oldest and best friend. He could
see the changes that had already happened as Pat had entered the pool
naked too, and the changes were all towards an old fantasy woman he had
since college: auburn hair, green eyes, tall and voluptuous. "I think
that the changes are being triggered by me. I mean I have to
participate in this experiment too, right? The fish only changed while
in the absence of a male, so you'll probably only fully change in the
presence of one."
"I have always known that your brains far exceeded everyone's
perceptions," Pat teased.
"So, what do we do now," asked John.
"Drink up!" replied Pat, "I'm afraid that I already spiked the punch in
anticipation of your agreement."
"Here's to the start of a beautiful friend ... ship," toasted John as
he gulped the large drink down. Pat matched his old friend, swallow
for swallow. They both put down their bamboo mugs and looked across
the pool at each other. They both knew what was going to happen, but
neither knew exactly how or when the changes would occur. The longer
they stared at each other, the greater the tension grew.
"I can't take it any longer," sputtered John as he waded across the
pool towards the transfixed Pat, "I have to kiss you. I know you still
look like my old buddy, more or less, but I can't stop this feeling
growing inside me."
Pat lifted his face towards his old friend as John slowly lowered
himself next to him in the pool. He had seen the raging hard on that
John had, and he had felt tingly and warm as John approached him. Pat
was hyper aware of the smell of John, a deep musk scent that was
driving him crazy. As John put his arm around his shoulders, it seemed
perfectly natural that he should tilt his head back to accept his kiss.
The kiss ... it was electric. Pat felt like a live wire had suddenly
been attached to his lips. His whole body felt like it was on fire,
and he was sure it wasn't because he was in the hot tub. The press of
John's lips against his own was gentle but persistent, and suddenly he
felt John's tongue slip inside his own mouth. He found it hard to
breathe, suddenly, and felt crushed by John's arms as they tightened
around his shoulders. But he didn't want to stop kissing, he didn't
want to break the contact that provided his lips with the buzz of
pleasure that he had never known it was possible to feel.
John gently drew back from the kiss and looked down at Pat as his old
friend swooned in the afterglow of their kiss. In the few minutes that
they had been kissing, John could already see small changes in Pat's
body. He couldn't put is finger on it, but there seemed to be
something decidedly feminine about his old friend, a stronger sense
that Pat was well on his way towards Patricia.
His hair was longer and the hair nearest the scalp appeared to be a
richer auburn color than the rest. Pat's face seemed more feminine,
and his lips were fuller, swollen from the passion of the kiss. When
Pat's eyes fluttered open, they were even brighter green than before,
and now they glistened with emotion.
"I know that most cell structures replace themselves over relatively
long periods of time, except for bones," Pat said, "But those fish seem
to change genders in a few days."
"They are much less complex creatures than we are?" asked John.
"Not really," explained Pat as he gazed back into John's dark eyes,
"The DNA we share with the rest of creation, mammals, fish, even
insects, is actually quite significant. I'll bet we follow a similar
time table."
"What are you saying?" asked John.
"I think you should 'dominate' me for the next couple of days, you
know, stay with me and see if my bio-mechanical changes occur in
similar ways to the fish," Pat explained.
John smiled. "Well, the sooner we get this change completed, the
better. I've been going crazy with wondering what I should do about
this monster between my legs."
"I'm not ready for much past kissing tonight, John," Pat shuddered
involuntarily, "But I strongly suspect that if the goop works as it
does in the fish, I won't feel that way for long."
They spent another few moments enjoying the closeness and intimacy of
their hot tub. Pat noticed how much smaller he felt when held by John.
He swore that he could almost feel the changes occurring, but he knew
that was ridiculous. Unless, he mused, the goop released enzymes and
proteins that attacked and changed bone structure. That might explain
why his male body had taken on feminine proportions very quickly. His
mind, however, he could clearly feel was well ahead of his body towards
a female mindset. He snuggled in closer to John as the tropical
evening blossomed into thousands of stars.
They decided to sleep in the same bed so that the changes would be as
accelerated as possible. The next morning when Pat awoke, he found
that his shoulders seemed a bit smaller and his rib cage had
constricted further. He fixed himself another glass of goop mixed with
punch and downed it before John woke up. The goop seemed to energize
him, giving him incredible energy and speeding up his natural
metabolism. It was better than coffee, but Pat suspected that the goop
would be doing much more than simply waking him up.
When John awoke, Pat twirled before him.
"Your waist is smaller, and so are your shoulders, but I don't see any
other differences," John observed.
"I feel different," Pat stated. "I feel more ... weak ... but in a
good way. I don't know, it's strange. I can tell I am smaller, but
there is something more important going on, I feel even more strongly
attracted to you. And you've changed too!"
John looked at the mirror Pat had brought from his hut. John's hair
was thicker and curly, and he felt great, stronger. He flexed in the
mirror, impressed with the definition of his muscles.
"Oh, I like it," Pat murmured.
They locked eyes, and Pat threw himself at John with a low growl and
thrust his own tongue inside John's surprised mouth.
They kissed for several minutes with growing intensity, as fiery warmth
surged through Pat's body. Finally, they couldn't stand the tension
any longer and broke away from each other.
"We better get breakfast started before we start something we can't
finish," John said awkwardly, trying unsuccessfully to get his hard on
to settle down.
"I know you're right, but I feel so impatient," Pat complained. "So,
let's go down to the water together, remember I'll change more quickly
in your presence."
"Good idea," John thought, "we can spend the day at the beach just
having fun, for once, rather than doing research."
They both walked down to the beach, and John hunted fish while Pat
looked for fresh seaweed and other edibles that may have washed ashore
during the night. They spent the day in or near the water, keeping out
of the sun in the beach huts that they had rebuilt after the tsunami,
cooking the fish over an open fire, and swimming for fun rather than to
catalogue species. They were both much more interested in the
experiment they were engaged in than the original work they had come to
the island to do.
Pat recognized the continual power of the goop as the day progressed.
He often sought the water because his hips hurt so much, and it felt
nice to get off his legs and just float in the water. Both Pat and
John were floating in the late after noon when Pat felt an odd pulling
in his groin and groaned in surprise.
"What is it? Did something bite you," asked John.
"Ahhh, no ... it's .... Oooooh, that feels so strange," Pat moaned.
"Something is happening in my lower intestine."
John sat up in the shallow water and reached over to Pat.
"Wow ... you're really changing," remarked John. "Your hips are much
wider and your penis is nearly gone. I can barely see it."
"I could have told you that, but I think this goop is much stronger
than I suspected," explained Pat. "I think my organs and bones are
being broken down and rebuilt much faster than normal metabolism would
account. And it hurts ... aaaaaah," moaned Pat as he sat up.
John was astounded by what he saw. Pat had crossed a line from
masculine towards feminine from which there now seemed to be no return.
Pat's entire musculature had shrunken, and his features had become
delicate and pretty.
Pat looked down at his changing body, intimately aware of each shift in
his body. He swore could feel a slow steady compression of his waist
even as his hips were inexorably expanding. Despite the discomfort,
his whole body felt alive with electricity and energy. He looked at
John with feral eyes, devouring the hunk of manhood who floated next to
him. He noticed that John's shoulders seemed wider, more muscled, and
his hips seemed narrower. His cock was astounding! It was hard and
erect, poking above the surface of the water, apparently at least nine
inches long and as thick as his wrist.
Pat reveled in the intensity of the growing desire the knotted itself
in his stomach. He had never felt this way about anything, and he was
thrilled that he could feel this way. He simply wanted John, wanted to
smell him, touch him, and devour him. Pat leaned forward and grasped
John's magnificent cock. It throbbed in his smaller hand, pulsing with
John's pounding heart. Each pulse sent a thrill through Pat's hand and
up his arm and through his body. He could feel the goop doing its
work.
John watched, fascinated, as Pat held his pulsing cock in his/her hand.
Pat began stroking his cock, and John knew he wouldn't last long.
"You won't have to do that for very long, Pat, I'm close to losing it,"
panted John.
Pat was thrilled by the look of desire burning in John's eyes. He
couldn't see himself, but he was sure that he looked more female than
male. He certainly felt more female than male, and he had a sudden
inspiration to help speed the process.
"Come here," urged Pat as he pulled John up onto the beach by his
rampant cock. He soon positioned John on the sand and knelt before
him. John noted that Pat had a classic female shape, and that his/her
legs folded up underneath wide thighs that flowed into a very nice set
of hips and plump firm ass. His/her waist sharply indented above the
hips and then flowed back out gently into a small rib cage and delicate
shoulders. Pat's nipples seemed darker and slightly puffy, but no
other significant changes could be noted. Pat's hair was long, thick,
and soft, and framed a face that was now clearly feminine and
beautiful.
"What are you doing," asked John.
"Speeding things up," replied Pat as he lowered his head down to John's
lap and took his cock in his mouth.
The salt of the sea mixed with John's own sweat and musk and Pat found
the combination intoxicating. He moved his head up and down with
vigor, remembering how he liked his own, now nearly gone, cock stroked
when he masturbated. John's breathing quickly grew ragged as Pat
assaulted his stiff cock. Pat marveled at the feelings of having that
velvet head push past his lips and feeling the raging hardness
underneath the soft skin of John's cock. Pat opened his throat and
took all nine inches of cock inside his mouth and slightly bit down at
the base of John's cock, his nose buried inside a thick mat of public
hair.
"Aaaaaah," John moaned as he exploded in Pat's eager mouth. Pat felt
the warm cum gush down his throat, and he pulled back slightly so that
he could catch the rest in his mouth. His strategy worked, and as he
sucked slightly and swirled his tongue around the tip of John's cock,
John let loose a second eruption equal to the first. Pat savored the
salty, musky flavor of his best friend's cum, and sat back to wipe the
small amount of cum from his/her lips that had some how escaped Pat's
eager efforts.
"That was fun," Pat observed.
"Fun, you had fun?" a stunned and recovering John asked.
"Yea, I did ... I told you that goop was strong stuff. I couldn't have
done that last night, but I couldn't have stopped myself today,"
explained Pat. "I'm pretty sure that the goop works nearly the same in
fish as humans, which means I need another dose as I haven't had any
since this morning. Those fish just produce it themselves."
Pat gave John's cock one last caress and started to head back to the
mountain lab. John grabbed the fish and seaweed they had collected
during the day and caught up as they entered the late afternoon jungle.
As he watched Pat walk up the path ahead of him, there was no way he
could still call his old buddy a 'he.' Pat's figure was astounding,
with long sexy legs that led up to a world class ass, full and firm,
topped with a very thin waist, delicate shoulders and arms, and a full,
rich head of feminine hair that fell to the middle of 'her' back.
Despite the recent orgasm on the beach, John could feel the stirrings
of lust again as he watched Pat's hips sway back and forth as she made
her way up the mountain path.
Pat for his part had also made the gender switch in his/her head. She
was certain of her direction, and hyper conscious of her body. She
could feel her hips swing back and forth and her widened bone structure
demanded a different stride. She could feel her thick and lustrous
hair sweep along her shoulders and back. She could feel how light and
delicate her arms and hands felt, and she could feel that something was
happening in her groin. She was certain that she wanted it to happen
... the sooner the better as John was getting all the satisfaction, and
she recognized how horny she was feeling.
They made it back to the huts and Pat immediately fixed another large
dose of goop mixed with punch while fixing a punch with only a little
bit for John. She handed him the mug, and offered a toast.
"Here's to tomorrow morning," smiled Pat.
"Tomorrow?" asked John.
"Tomorrow, if my calculations are correct, will be the day that you
stop being the only one who is enjoying himself," said Pat.
"Oh, I'm sorry ... but ... I mean ... is there ... jeesh, what should I
do?" stumbled John?
"Drink up!" answered Pat.
They both tossed back their drinks, and Pat quickly assembled a dinner
of fish and fruit. She was ravenous, and she suspected that the
demands of her speeded up metabolism were to blame. After dinner, they
decided to head for the hot tub again.
As John watched Pat slip into the water in the evening dusk, he noted
that Pat's nipples were now very prominent, looking similar to a young
girls'. Everything about her was female, and her crotch looked like a
vagina in the darkness, with a classic 'v' of pubic hair above a puffy
Venus mound.
Pat noticed John's gaze and waded to him, until she was standing over
his reclined form. She reached down and grasped his hard cock.
"Does this thing every go down?" she teased?
"It's never done this before," answered John, "and it's never been this
big either."
"Another gift of the goop, I suspect," mused Pat.
She continued to hold only John's cock, feeling the water lapping at
her now very sensitive skin. Her waist was just at water level, and
she could tell that her whole body was nearly done changing. She stood
up so that the water came to the base of her hips, exposing her crotch
to the air. "It's moving inside me ... I can feel it," Pat breathed as
both she and John watched the tiny remnants of a cock was absorbed into
her Venus mound, looking more and more like a clit. Incredibly
sensuous feelings washed over Pat, forcing her wide hips to rock back
and forth above the water. John could see that a vagina now occupied
the now wide space between her legs, covered with a soft down of auburn
pubic hair.
If possible, Pat felt John's cock get even harder and thicker, and he
knew where that cock should go, but she knew she wasn't finished.
Without letting go of John's cock, she threw a leg across John's
startled face, and slid herself onto that beautiful pole of man meat.
John's cock twitched as Pat rubbed her soft pubic hair against his
cock, trapping his man meat between her undeveloped vagina and his
washboard stomach.
Slowly and sensuously, Pat rocked back and forth, sliding her new
anatomy across John's cock. The water from the hot tub provided the
lubrication, and Pat could feel the stirrings of her womb, rushing to
complete itself ... to accept this monstrous cock within. John's hands
traced the graceful curve of her hips up to her waist and then across
her now very puffy nipples. She gasped as his rough hands grazed her
stiff nipples. She looked down, and saw that they were much larger
than this afternoon, and the areola looked to be about one inch in
diameter and the nipple was the size of her pinky. There was only
about an inch of flesh behind each nipple, a small A cup.
Nevertheless, John's touch was electric.
John leaned forward, took a nipple into his mouth, and gently bit down.
Pat nearly passed out with pleasure, grabbing his head and pressing it
into her developing breasts. Her rocking hips grew more urgent, and
suddenly John stiffened and groaned in pleasure. Pat felt his white
hot cum splash on her stomach and thighs. They stayed entwined in the
hot tub for several minutes, feeling each other's body in the warm
evening air as the warm water slowly washed them clean.
"I cannot wait until tomorrow," Pat growled.
"Maybe I can help," offered John.
"No, I want to do it right ... and I can wait ... hell, I haven't had
any kind of sex in a long time, and it can wait one more day," mused
Pat.
"So, I guess it's Patricia now, eh?" asked John.
"Almost!" laughed Pat, "But you should keep calling me Pat ... I like
it. Keeps me from getting confused. I'm still me, if you know what I
mean."
"No, I haven't changed the way you have, but I'll still keep calling
you Pat," said John.
"Good, what do you say we go to bed?" asked Pat.
"That's a great idea," said John, as they rose from the tub together.
They walked back to John's hut arm in arm, with John's hand resting on
the top side of Pat's wide and womanly hips.
"Oh, that's odd," said Pat.
"What's odd?" asked John.
"I can feel my breasts bouncing as I walk," reported Pat. "This is the
first time I can remember feeling conscious of them, though I've
noticed all day that they have been constantly but slowly growing."
"How's it feel?" asked John.
"Good, I think." Said Pat. "I mean, I've never had breasts before, but
I like the fact that I'm growing them, and that tomorrow you'll be even
more attracted to me."
"I couldn't be more attracted to you than I already am," protested
John.
"I can't wait until I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen,"
teased Pat, "and you'll be helpless before me, my pleasure slave!"
"Hey, I thought the male was the dominant gender of the species," said
John.
"All males think so, but I'm learning it's different!" said Pat. "I
love the way I feel, the way I make you feel, and the way I'm changing.
You forget, I know what a man feels when he sees a beautiful woman, and
I'm going to enjoy being that powerful!"
"Oh, I'm doomed," cried John.
"Yea, doomed alright," teased Pat. "You will be stranded in paradise
with the woman of your dreams who will want to make love to you day and
night. That sounds pretty rough to me."
"I can't take it any more, let's get you to bed," said John.
They tumbled into bed and quickly fell asleep entwined together in the
cool night air. During the night, the goop continued its work, and
when Pat woke in the morning sun, she knew she was complete.
Pat got up and walked over to the mirror and looked down at her slender
and feminine torso, and noted that her nipples had expanded well beyond
their previous size. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars and
her nipples were about an inch above the surface of her skin. Her
waist was even narrower, and her vagina was dripping down her thigh.
She was powerfully horny, and she knew it.
John stirred awake and saw a goddess standing before a mirror admiring
her figure. She was tall for a woman, and looked like a 36D chest, an
amazing 22 inch waist, and probably 38 inch hips. Her long hair
reached to her lower back, and her skin was smooth and pale despite
yesterday's sun. She brought her hands up to her breasts and weighed
each in one hand. She giggled and turned to see John staring at her.
"Like what you see?" she asked
"Oh, my god," he breathed.
"I can't tell you how good these feel," Pat moaned as she continued to
stroke her breasts.
"Why don't you let me feel for myself?" he teased.
Pat sashayed over to the bed, enjoying how her body moved and jiggled
in places that her body had never jiggled before. John's cock had
risen to its full hardness and stuck up at a funny angle from his
crotch. Pat stopped at the end of the bed and leaned down on all
fours, and she began to crawl up John's body. She dragged her full
breasts against his legs as she licked and then gave a quick tug on his
cock with her mouth. Pat loved the way her breasts felt as they rubbed
against John's hairy legs. Her nipples were almost painfully hard, and
each bump or snag of her nipples along his legs sent a thrill of
pleasure racing along her body to her crotch.
She snaked her way up his body, raining kisses along his stomach and
chest. When she could feel her own nipples pressing into his, she
lifted up and kissed him hard on the mouth, their tongues battling each
other. God, she was so hot. Her womb seemed to throb with need, an
ache that had to be filled. She was literally dripping in his crotch
as she humped his leg.
Suddenly the white heat that had been building surged in through her
body. Pat could feel electric sparks pass between John's lips and her
own. She could take it no longer and suddenly felt a crashing wave of
pleasure roll up through her body, her pelvis rocking against John's in
successive jolts of involuntary movement. Her first orgasm! It seemed
to go on, and on, each wave more intense than the previous. She sat up
and rode out the finish of the incredible pleasure that she had never
known. As the last waves of pleasure pulsed through her body, she
reveled in that part of her body that jerked and jiggled after her
passion had peaked.
Her breasts.
Her chest sloped away from his shoulders in twin peaks of pleasure,
ending in prominent nipples that ached with desire. John began sucking
on her right breast, and Pat brought her hand to the left breast. She
ran her hand lightly under the swell of the breast, noting that there
was at least four or five inches of flesh that extended beyond her
ribcage. The breast was heavy but firm, and very soft and yielding.
Her nipple was stiff in the air, the sweat she had just generated
dripping from it's upturned tip. She pinched the nipple and was
rewarded with a jolt of pleasure that shot to her groin and back to her
compressed nipple.
Pat gently lifted John's head away from her breast and looked deeply
into his eyes. "Now, we can make love," she said, as she reached down
and positioned John's cock below her dripping opening. She slowly
eased down on his cock, feeling her new flesh being stretched by the
invading pole. Inch by inch, John's cock slowly disappeared inside her
steaming crotch. Suddenly, there was a catch. Something was in the
way.
"Go easy, you're a virgin," said John.
"Not for long, damit," growled Pat, "I've been waiting for this moment
for a long time." With that, she plunged her hips down is a sudden
swift thrust.
The first jab of white-hot pain was immediately replaced by a thick,
warm, fullness, and Pat could feel the top of John's cock press up
against the top of her cervix.
"Ooooooh," Pat moaned with pleasure, "That feels soooooooo
goooooooood." She placed her hands on John's massive shoulders and
leaned back, looking at their joined hips below. "I've never felt this
way before," Pat suddenly giggled at the irony of that statement. "I
can't believe how good it feels."
"Oh, baby, it's nothing like the way I feel," John breathed, his body
rigid with passion, "I've never felt anything so tight and hot in my
life."
"Yea, me too. I can feel your thick cock up inside me, and I can," Pat
grunted as she put words and action together, "squeeze you with my
cunt."
She began to rock her hips, and reveled in feeling the slow shake of
her feminine ass as it jiggled and shook with each roll of her hips.
She could feel John's cock stroke in and out of her hot and wet cunt,
her stiff clit rubbing against the thick pubic hair of John's crotch.
She knew she wouldn't last long.
"Look at me, John, I'm complete. I am a woman ... your woman. Look at
my breasts, my huge, firm breasts, see how my nipples are stiff with
desire, desire that only you can satisfy. Feel them .... Aaaaahhhh,
that's right, pinch ... ooooohhhh the nipples. Oh, John, I want you to
cum in me, I'm going to cum ... I'm ... going ... to ...
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, uh, uh, uh," Pat's body shook with pleasure as she
felt John's hot cum splash deep inside her. Pat couldn't stop
screaming or shaking as the long, powerful orgasm kept pulsing through
her body, her breasts shaking forcefully with each jolt. John held on
to her tiny waist for dear life, pumping his seed into her twitching
cunt.
They held each other for a long time, and Pat thought as she gave
John's softening cock another squeeze with her still new and wonderful
vaginal muscles. Now, she really didn't care at all when or if they
ever got rescued.
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