(Epilogue)
By Raven
Exactly 6 months, and 2 days later.
Paige disembarked from the merchant marine vessel, "Abraham Lincoln." It had
been an eventful voyage to some of the Scandinavian countries, that afforded
her the opportunity to test, then perfect, the techniques of her new male
equipment. Each encounter only served to confirm her initial impression after
the switch. She didn't ever want to go back to being a woman again.
She enjoyed the power, the respect, and strength of being a man. Now that she
had Steve's body, she seemed to even learn and think faster. It didn't take
much time at all to figure out and master the engines of the "Abraham
Lincoln."
She did feel guilty about stealing Steve's body at first. However, that night,
when he didn't come back out from the apartment, she knew he had ended up in
bed with Heath. Paige was confident that Steve had taken to his new status,
just as she had done with hers. That initial guilt faded quickly.
Paige was really quite shocked when she saw her former body, and Heath locked
in an embrace, and kiss at the bottom of the ramp. They were both unaware of
Paige's approach, as it was obvious they were lost in each other.
Paige alerted them to her presence when she got to the bottom of the ramp, by
saying sheepishly, "Uh, hi guys!"
When they disentangled, and turned to face Paige, in Steve's body, she got
the second biggest shock of her life (the first would, of course, be getting
Steve's body). The breasts of her former body were three times the size than
when she last saw them. Steve had gotten them surgically enhanced!
"Oh my God!" exclaimed Paige, in her masculine voice before either Steve or
Heath could say anything.
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I looked down at myself, and thought, It's the boobs. I should have known
that she wasn't ready for that.
"Hello Paige!" greeted Heath.
Paige's stare was directed away from my chest to Heath's face. However, before
addressing him she looked back once more at my boobs. That stare, as it
always did from a man these days, made me swell with feminine pride.
Heath had been right, naturally. He was always right. I did want to stay as a
woman. The pleasure of making love to a man as a girl was too much for me to
give up. Once the decision was made, and I relaxed, the rest had been easy.
I never had to make decisions again, which was okay because it was usually
beyond my ability to understand. I let all the thinking up to Heath, and he
took care of me.
I just concentrated all of my thoughts on one thing, men, and turning them on.
It was the only thing that I was very good at, which was okay by Heath. I
made much better money as a stripper than I ever did working at Hooters.
Then again I couldn't be too sore about Hooter's. It did get me my start.
