Chicks Ahoy

by Jennifer White

 

Taylor looked sadly at his boat. It wasn't all that much. Just 12 feet long, while so many of the other boats tied to the docks were 20 feet, 30 feet, or longer. His was kind if inadequate by comparison. His was also older, and really needed a paint job, while the other boats all seemed newer and shiny.

But none of the boats was more attractive than the one across the way from his. Not because it was the biggest boat in the marina (it wasn't). Not because it was the newest (not that either). But because of the occupants. The babes.

 

While most of the other boats were owned by guys or couples, this boat was owned by a young attractive woman, who liked to invite her girlfriends out with her. They would get on the boat, go below to change into bikinis, and go out for the day to party and work on their tans. Taylor looked on, ogling them as they rubbed sunscreen on each other, preparing for their day out on the water.

"What they need" he said to himself, "is a guy to go out with them. Me."

He thought himself to be very well built, and very sexy. True, he didn't have a girlfriend (and hadn't for quite a while), but being unattached should make him that much more of a good catch for them. They were *lucky* that he was going to grace them with his presence. He picked up his cooler full of beers, and walked over to the next dock, so he could introduce himself and invite himself out with them.

"Nice day" he said to the girls, as they prepared to leave the dock.

"Yes it is" said one of them, the cute blonde that he had been eying from afar.

"How would you girls like some company today? You look so lonely out there by yourselves."

The women all looked at each other and giggled.

"No, we're fine" said the redhead.

"You could use someone to help you out there. What if the engine dies?"

"Then we'll use this" said the brunette, holing up her cell phone.

"What if you run out of beer?" said Taylor, holding up his cooler.

"We're drinking margaritas" said the fourth girl, the tall blonde.

"You need someone to rub sunscreen on your back" he said next.

"We can do that ourselves" said the cute blonde, as she continued to apply the SPF 30 to the redhead's back and shoulders. Seeing the girls touching each other like that sent chills up and down Taylor's spine. Wow.

"How about foot massages?" he said. "I could do that. Or I could steer the boat, so you can concentrate on having a good time."

"What if 'the girls' as you call us, want to have some time alone with just female companionship?" asked the redhead.

Taylor smiled his best smile, and stuck out his chest.

"I'm sure you'd love to have a man with you" he said.

The girls all looked at each other and giggled.

"You're not going to give up, are you?" asked the brunette.

"No" said Taylor. "I'll bug you, until you let me come aboard."

"I'm the captain of this vessel" said the cute blonde. "If you board you have to follow my orders."

"Aye-aye captain!" said Taylor. "Permission to come aboard?"

"Okay sailor. Come on" said the blonde.

Taylor smiled. They wanted him. He could tell. He stepped aboard the boat, and took a seat as they pushed off, and headed into the deep water of the lake. The wind blew in his face as the motor roared, and the boat moved across the smooth placid water. After ten minutes, they reached the sandbar, and put down anchor.

"I'm Taylor" he said. "Nice to meet you."

"Jeanne" said the blond, extending her hand with it's delicate fingers, and perfectly painted nails.

"Hi, I'm Laurel" said the redhead. "Nice to meet you Taylor."

"My name is Victoria" said the brunette.

"Rachel" said the tall blonde.

"It's nice to meet you all" said Taylor. "Now who wants a beer?"

"We're drinking margaritas, remember?" said Laurel. "Why don't you have one of those with us. They are very powerful drinks."

"Sure" said Taylor, taking the glass full of green liquid from her. The girls all giggled as he took it, and downed it in one bug gulp.

"Here, have another" said Rachel, pouring him a second glass.

Between the hot sun, the strong drink, and the wonderful beauty of the ladies, Taylor's head was already swimming. He had to sit down. The gentle rocking of the boat was making him dizzy.

 

"Taylor, can you put sunscreen on my back?" said Victoria.

"Sure!" he replied, eager to touch her perfect tan skin.

Victoria put a towel over the long bench on the side of the boat, then took a seat on it. She reached behind her, and untied her bikini. She held it in place with her hands over her breasts, and laid down on her front. Taylor took the tube of sunscreen that Laurel handed him, and began rubbing it all over Victoria. Her legs, her back, her arms, her shoulders, her neck.

"Ooh, that feels good" she said as he continued to rub it in.

"Your turn" said Rachel. "With all the reflections off the water, you don't want to get burnt. Take your shirt off, and we'll put some on you!"

"Sounds good to me" said Taylor.

"On your back first" said Jeanne.

Taylor laid down on his back, on the towel where Victoria had been. He was very pleased that when Victoria got up, she didn't put her bikini top back on. Instead, she rubbed some of the sunscreen into her large firm breasts, then started rubbing it on Taylor's chest too! He was looking up, as her long kinky hair cascaded down, lightly touching him. Her bare breasts were almost in his face as she started on the top, and worked her way down his body. The other girls were doing his legs. He could feel their gentle touch. He was turned on, hard as a rock, and now positively giddy from the excitement. He was really feeling the drinks now. What did they have in there? They were strong!

"Okay, now roll over so we can get your back" said Jeanne.

Taylor rolled onto his stomach, and the girls went to work on his back, his legs, and his shoulders. He was so relaxed from being rubbed, and so excited about what they were doing to him, that he didn't notice as Jeanne worked the loops of the bikini top over his arms, and tied it up in the back. When they were done and he sat up, he was too mesmerized watching them take off their tops too. They were all topless now, except him. All he could see was boobs everywhere. He smiled. He was in heaven.

"Have another drink" said Rachel, handing him another full glass.

 

After basking in the sun for half an hour, Taylor felt drops of sweat all over his body. The girls were all hot too.

"Time for a swim to cool off!" said Laurel.

"Last one in is a rotten egg!" said Jeanne.

Although he felt somewhat dizzy from the drinks, Taylor got up and jumped in too. Hey, if he had problems swimming, they could rescue him! Maybe they'd give him mouth to mouth. He smiled at the thought.

They swam around, and played, splashing each other and giggling. After they were cooled down, they swam back to the boat, so they could climb the ladder back in. Jeanne went first. Then Taylor went to climb in the boat. But just as he got a good grip on the ladder, and started to pull himself in, one of the girls grabbed his swimsuit. When he pulled himself up, it came right off, and he found himself standing on the boat wearing nothing but a bikini top.

When a guy gets out of cold water, his manhood tends to shrink down as small as it can get, and pull back in a bit. So he was very embarrassed when he looked down and saw how small he was between his legs.

"Here, better put this on" said Jeanne, handing him bright yellow bikini bottom.

"Um, do you have anything bigger than this?" he said.

"Sorry. I only take girls out on the boat, so all I have is spares for girls. Just put it on. It won't bite you."

Taylor quickly pulled up the skimpy bikini bottom, so that the other girls wouldn't see just how small he looked from the cold water. He was small enough in fact, that the bottom of his bikini looked smooth, with hardly a bulge showing at all.

"What happened to my chest hair?" said Taylor in a sudden panic, as he looked down to see himself.

"Victoria, you used the hair removal sunscreen!" said Jeanne. "You got rid of all of Taylor's body hair."

"Oops" said Victoria. "We're all girls, so I never thought about using it on a guy. I'm sorry."

"No worries" said Laurel. "You'd look silly with body hair *and* a bikini anyway."

"I think he looks cute like that" said Jeanne.

That was enough to make Taylor now want to complain. If he looked cute to *her*, then it was cool with him.

"How about another drink?" offered Rachel.

They all got a cup full of the cold green liquid, and they all made a toast, and drank up.

Taylor felt silly wearing a bikini, but with four hotties like this, all topless and glistening from the water, it was worth it. And now he got to put more sunscreen on them all! That was fun. And after they put more sunscreen on him, he gave them all foot massages, like he had promised them.

"Let me do *you* now" said Victoria.

Taylor quickly agreed, and laid back, letting her massage his feet. Between all the excitement, the drinks, and the hot sun, he felt very tired. He relaxed more as she continued to rub his feet, and he drifted into a gentle sleep.

 

* * *

 

Taylor woke up, and sat up. His head hurt a bit. Must be from the margaritas.

"Look who's up!" said Jeanne excitedly.

"Did you have a good nappy-nap?" asked Laurel.

Taylor stretched. He felt funny. Kind of tight or something. As he stretched his hands forward out in front of him, he noticed something: his nails. They weren't as they were when he fell asleep; they had been painted a bright shade of red. He looked down at his toes, and they too were painted the same red color.

"You looked so cute, we just had to do it" said Victoria.

"That's the same color *I* use" said Jeanne. "It looks really cute on you."

Taylor felt a strange tightness between his legs, as if seeing the nailpolish on his hands and feet made him somehow less of a man. It was intimidating in a strange way, and it made him feel even more inadequate than he had felt when the girls had seen him looking so small after getting out of the water. He felt like he needed to be alone, so he made up an excuse.

"I need to go pee" he said.

"Sure honey. Downstairs, on the right. You can't miss it" said Victoria.

Taylor hurried down the stairs, almost bumping his head against the cabin. He went into the bathroom, and locked the door. The fact that he was going around wearing a bikini, with no body hair, and with the painted nails was really freaking him out all of a sudden. Why had he let them do all this to him? He was feeling a strong need suddenly to get away from them.

He pulled down his bikini bottom, so he could pee. He reached down between his legs, so he could aim for the middle of the toilet. But when he reached down between his legs, it didn't feel familiar at all. He looked down, and discovered that he still looked very small, like when he had come out of the water. Only now, it was a lot smaller than it was before. It was almost as if his genitals were starting to pull back up, inside of himself. Only the very tip of his shrunken manhood now protruded out. And the sacks behind it seemed tiny, hard, and pulled tight to his body.

It was trying to pull back up inside him! Taylor turned around, and looked at himself in the mirror. What he saw wasn't right either. His face looked like it was changing! The hard chiseled chin was getting pointier. His nose looked smaller. The shape of his eyes were different. But that wasn't all.

When he looked at his body in the mirror, he realized it was changing too. His hips were wider now, his tummy narrower. It was just a bit, but it made it look like he had curves. And then there were the changes on his chest. Not only was his chest smooth and hairless now, but his shoulders seemed to be much less broad than before, his arms thinner, his wrists and hands much smaller than before as well. How could he have missed that?

And how could he have not noticed the swelling in his chest? Behind the triangles of fabric of the bikini top, you could clearly see the outline of a large nipple protruding. And the triangle covered a soft gentle rise on each side of his chest. He was growing breasts!

Taylor's mind was in complete shock, and he freaked out. He pulled up his bottom, and ran out of the little bathroom. He had to get off the boat! He had to get away from these women! They had done something to him, and he was being turned into a girl! He ran up the steps, and back into the bright sunlight. He had to close his eyes, to let them adjust to the brilliant glare off the water.

"She's back already" said Jeanne.

"By now" said Laurel, "you're noticing the changes starting, aren't you?"

"We told you not to come with us. We told you that this trip was for girls only" said Rachel.

"But you insisted on coming with us. So now, you are becoming one of us" added Jeanne.

"What have you done to me!" shrieked Taylor, his voice higher in pitch than he could stand to hear. Even *that* was changing now.

"We didn't do it to you. In a way, you did it to yourself" said Jeanne.

"We discovered a magic place" said Victoria. "When we anchored here, somehow we all became more and more beautiful."

"I was overweight, ugly, and flat chested" said Laurel. "Until I started to go out on the boat with my friends, that is."

"No way! You're a babe!" said Taylor.

"And so are you!" said Rachel, causing another round of giggles from the girls.

"Look how cute you're getting! I love your hair. You make a great blonde" said Jeanne.

"My hair?" asked Taylor, putting his hand up, and running it through. His hair was now blonde, and getting longer by the moment. Already, it was down to his shoulders.

"I don't think we should call *her* Taylor anymore" said Rachel. "I think that *she* is more of a 'Mandy' than a 'Taylor'."

"I agree" said Jeanne. "Hi Mandy. Welcome on board. You're a chick now."

"No!" said Taylor, in a voice that sounded like that of a young woman. "I'm not a girl!"

"No, you're a woman" said Victoria. "A beautiful, sexy young woman named Mandy."

"Hi Mandy!" said Rachel.

"Hi Mandy!" said the others.

"Hi" said Taylor sheepishly. It was rude not to answer them. And how could he argue with them? He could feel what was going on with his body. The tightness between his legs was gone. That was because he had pulled up inside all the way. He wasn't a man anymore. He was a *woman*. He couldn't argue. Not with the large boobs he now had spilling out of his bikini top, causing the thin straps to dig into his shoulders.

His head reeled. He was a girl now. Female. Him! He was no longer Taylor. Instead, *she* was Mandy.

"I'm a woman" she said, in sad resignation.

"Well, duh!" said Laurel.

The others all giggled loudly.

"Please!" said *Mandy*. "Please go. Get away from this place! I've got to get away from here!"

"That's not going to change you back" said Jeanne.

"Your changes are permanent" added Victoria.

"Don't you want to stay here longer?" asked Rachel. "Your body has changed, but you still have the mind of a man. If you'll just stick around for a while, your mind will become female too."

"Don't you want to think and feel like a woman?" asked Laurel. "Don't you want to be exactly like us?"

"No! Get me out of here" shrieked Mandy.

"All right" signed Jeanne. "Don't come crying to me later, and don't say I didn't warn you."

Taylor might have become a woman named Mandy now, but there was no way that he wanted his mind to be changed too. It was bad enough having a female body. Inside, he had no intention of having his mind altered too!

Laurel pulled up the anchor, and Jeanne started the engine. Soon, they were speeding along away from their secret place. Mandy felt some relief, but her female body wasn't changing back to its original form, just as Victoria had said. She shuddered to think that she would be in this body for the rest of her life. A woman for life. It was a chilling thought.

 

After fifteen minutes, the boat slowed down. Mandy looked and saw that they were approaching another boat. Jeanne maneuvered along side the other boat, and told Laurel to drop in the anchor. She got her boat right in close with the other one, and the girls quickly used ropes to tie up to it. Now the two boats were "rafted" together, and passengers from either boat could board the other.

"Hi girls" said a handsome young man, his blond hair fluttering in the breeze. Drops of sweat covered his bare chest, with its perfectly tanned skin. The girls all stared at his rippling muscles.

"I see you have a new friend today" said the guy. "My name is Chip. Who are you?"

"Mandy" was the quiet shy reply.

"Nice to meet you Mandy" said Chip. "You are really something to look at! Sorry to be so forward. I'm sure guys hit on you all the time. But, wow! You're a real babe!"

The girls were all hysterical with laughter, as Mandy turned beet red. She had hardly been a woman for a few minutes, and already she had a guy hitting on her.

"Hey guys, the girls are here!" yelled Chip.

Three other equally handsome guys emerged from the cabin of the boat. They were all young, and fit. The one with the dark hair wore just a tiny, tight fitting Speedo, that left nothing to the imagination. He walked up to Mandy, and started flirting with her right away.

For Mandy, it was just about the worst feeling possible, to having guys swarming around flirting. But there was something even more sinister: as the guy made small talk and smiled, she caught a glimpse of the bulge in his tight swimsuit, and it was hard to look away from. And worse yet than that, was the fact that between her legs, up inside, she felt herself get wet. Her new body was being turned on, even if her mind was completely revolted.

It was a stunning revelation. Her body wanted this guy. Her body felt the attraction, and the need to be with a man. She wondered if her new female hormones would beset her brain, and eventually make her *want* to do it too.

Mandy's train of thought was interrupted as the guy put his arm around her suddenly. Her heart beat faster, and she felt giddy and dizzy. No! Don't react like this to him! But she couldn't help it. Her body *needed* him.

"I think they want a little privacy" said Jeanne. "Why don't you two lovebirds go down below deck, while we party up here?"

And so Mandy found herself being taken below by a hot young stud, even as her brain screamed out 'No!!!'. Now she wished she had stayed in the magic spot as Jeanne had wanted her to, so she wouldn't have to feel like this. She was about to be taken by a man, and it was the worst feeling in the world.

Her body was betraying her already. She felt weak, and he was easily able to guide her down onto the bed, and get her to spread her legs wide, as he started kissing her all over. She couldn't even resist as he pulled off her bikini. And all she could do was to moan with pleasure as he took off his own suit, and penetrated her.

She was having sex. She was enjoying it. And then, she had *it*. Her first female orgasm.

 

* * *

 

"I think something's wrong with Mandy" said Chip, his demeanor showing panic for the first time.

"Why, what's going on?" asked Jeanne.

"We were, um, getting it on. Then something happened to her. She is mumbling incoherently. You had better speak to her. She's snapped or something."

Chip's face showed a certain disgust. He didn't want to get it on with a girl who was insane! She had seemed so normal, but now she was acting crazy.

 

Jeanne went down into the cabin to speak to Mandy herself. Victoria accompanied her.

"Mandy, what's wrong dear?" she asked.

"A man. Inside me. Can't believe it. I did it. No! Oh how got that feels! Must have baby. Need to...NO! Cannot make it stop."

Mandy was shaking all over, as if having a convulsion. Her mind was in total chaos, her world having fallen apart and collapsed upon itself. Thoughts could not form correctly inside her head.

"What do you think?" asked Victoria.

"I think that the sensation of having sex as a woman was too much for her male mind to take, and it really messed her up. It looks like her mind was just blasted apart by the experience. She just couldn't handle it."

"What do we do then?"

"We only have one option. Ditch the guys, and head back to our secret spot. Let it work on her mind, and turn *it* into a woman's mind. Then she will come around."

"Sounds like a good plan. I'll get rid of them, and we can take off."

 

Five minutes later, the disappointed guys were back in their boat, waving to the hot babes in bikinis who were heading back out on the lake, as fast as their boat could go.

"I wonder where they're off to in such a hurry?" said one guy.

"I'd like to know" said Chip. "Why don't you follow them, but keep a distance so they don't notice."

"Good idea dude" was the reply.

The motor started, and they began to follow the girl's boat, keeping a long way back so they would not be noticed.

 

* * *

 

"Well, here we are" said Jeanne.

They had reached their secret spot. Now all it would take was some time for the spot to work it's magic on Mandy, and convert her mind.

"Give her a drink. That might calm her down."

Mandy held the glass with both hands, and gulped the whole thing down. She motioned to indicate that she wanted another. Laurel obliged her, and gave her another glass full of the cold green intoxicating liquid.

 

It was about twenty minutes later, when all of a sudden, Mandy sat up straight, and the look on her face changed to a smile.

"Hello girls" she said.

'Mandy, now do you feel?" asked a concerned Jeanne.

The others had all come down into the cabin as well, concerned about Mandy's well being. They had been watching over her for an hour.

"Wonderful! Wow, I just feel good all over, like a little girl at Christmas."

"Why the good mood?" asked Victoria.

"Chip. What a hunk! He made me come, twice!"

"Wow" said the girls.

"He's so hot. What a stud. I'm in love" said Mandy.

"How was he in bed?" asked a curious Rachel.

"He was a *great* kisser. He took it slowly and calmly, and really turned me on. I was already wet when we went down to the cabin. But by the time he was inside me, wow, I was ready to go."

The girls all giggled, and so did Mandy this time.

"You little tramp! On the first date, you bag him!" said Rachel.

"Oh yeah" said Mandy, smiling.

She was all woman now. The thought of being with a man was no longer scary or mind-blowing. Now it was *welcomed*. She was a woman, and that was what women did when they were horny: they hooked up with a guy.

 

 

"Hey, anyone home!" yelled a voice on deck, startling the girls.

"Who's there?" yelled Jeanne, upset that someone would board her boat without permission.

"Its me, Chip" said the voice.

The girls all looked at each other. The guys had trailed them to their secret magical spot!

"How long have you been here?" asked Laurel.

"Almost an hour. We were starting to wonder what you were all doing down there, so I came over to check it out" he replied.

"Oh no!" said Rachel. "If they've been here for an hour...."

"...then they're already changing" said Victoria.

"They're doomed to be women now" said Jeanne, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Come down here" she yelled to Chip.

Chip sauntered down the stairs, and the girls all gasped. Inside his tight little Speedo suit, there was no longer any bulge to be seen. He was already far along in his progression. And on his bare chest, he already had little boobs forming. His nipples were enlarged, and very soon he would start developing rapidly.

It was too late already. He was as much woman as man now. Jeanne thought it was a real shame to loose a hunk like him. But he would make a very cute babe too. She could tell. His hair was sandy blonde, and curly. Once it grew out a little more, he would be a real hottie.

"Tell the guys to come aboard for drinks" she said, trying to make the best of the situation. "Tell them the girls will give them all back massages."

"Cool" he said, heading back upstairs.

"Back massages?" asked Mandy.

"Yes. If they're lying face down, they won't notice as much that they are changing. We can't let them leave now. If they return half man, half woman, their lives will be screwed up forever. But if we keep them here a little longer, then they'll be all woman, and they will be happy."

"I'm glad I'm a woman" said Mandy. "I couldn't even imagine being a man. That would be gross."

The girls all laughed.

"Come on babe. We have some backs to rub, and some new girls to break in."

The ladies all took their tops off, and went upstairs to greet what was left of the boys. Soon, there would be *two* boats full of hot chicks returning to shore.

  

  

  

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