Home is the sailor
Home is the sailor
Jack looked out from the railing of the freighter watching the yacht sailing back to shore and felt a pang of envy. After twenty years at sea, he wished he could live the life of the people on that yacht, spending all day in the sun with no problems to bring them down and then returning to their families ashore at the end of the day.
Suddenly he his vision blurred and he felt cold. Leaping to his feet he saw that his body was no longer his own . He was naked, at least 100 pounds lighter and unmistakably female. Looking around for some explanation he caught a glimpse of his own bewildered face in the distance as his former ship steamed towards the horizon. He could only watch and wonder what god or spirit of the sea could have granted his wish in such a perverse manner until his old body was out of view.
As he stood shivering on the deck a young man appeared and put a warm comforting arm around him.
“Hey there sleepy head,” he said “Getting a little late for sunbathing don’t you think? Why don’t you come below and let your new husband warm you up?”
Jack nodded as the man lead him away, new memories filling his head to accompany his new body, preparing him to start his new life as a beautiful young wife.
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