The Body Castaways: Part Two -- The Fate Of the Castaways!
ERIC'S ENDING!
(Eric's conclusion to the story begun in.
The Body Castaways Part One: Igor, Hollywood Starlet!)
An all-new, alternative version of the classic body-swapping episode of Gilligan's Island! The Characters and original script are copyrighted to others. No claim is made to those concepts by us. All additional elements of the story not in the original TV script nor owned by others are copyrighted to us.
Written by Eric, and Caleb Jones Plot by Eric Edited by Caleb Jones
In The Body Castaways Part One: Igor, Hollywood Starlet!, the castaways were 'rescued' by a mad scientist and his assistant, Igor. The madman exchanged everyone's minds! The horrible Igor arranged to swap minds with the beautiful Ginger and then destroyed all of the scientific equipment, sailing off with the only boat to Hawaii and a new life as movie star Ginger Grant! The once again stranded castaways struggle to adjust to their radically different bodies, and their forever altered lives...
And now the story continues...
Chapter One.
The seven stranded castaways, tricked into co-operating with Dr. Boris Balinkoff, looked down in horror at the ruins of the mind-swapping machine. All hopes for a quick fix and a return to their proper bodies were smashed along with the madman's devices. However, the impossible invention which they had been forced to be a part of had indeed worked. It wasn't bad enough to be stranded on a deserted island, now they could no longer even call their very bodies home anymore.
The Professor, forced into Mary Ann's feminine body, was crying, much to his dismay. He was always the stoic one, but no more. His new body seemed to be far more emotional than his tall male body had been. Mary Ann was also in tears, despite the natural urges of the Professor's strong male body, which she now possessed, to repress her emotions. There was one of their party who had suffered far worse a loss than either of them, however.
Once Ginger realized she had no way to escape the ugly male body of Igor and return to her gorgeous body, she had collapsed in a far from graceful fall to the floor and was sobbing hopelessly. Everyone kept a cautious distance away from the thrashing movements of her powerful masculine arms as she pounded the floor
"Someone give me back my beautiful, beautiful body!"
Ginger wailed the same phrase over and over again. The voice of a sexy young woman coming from the mouth of one of the most repulsive male bodies in the world was mind boggling to the rest of the castaways, even though their minds and voices also were also similarly displaced.
Surprisingly, Gilligan was the first to pull himself together. "I guess this means I don't have to take out the garbage anymore now that I'm Mr. Howell, right Skipper?" He easily ducked Mrs. Howell's floppy hat as the Skipper tried to hit him with it. The dress the Skipper now wore was hardly designed for such activity however, and severely restricted his arm movements. The Skipper's arms were mere pipe stems now. He had never felt as weak as he did now after that blasted Doctor forced him out of his own sturdy body. Why did he have to become Mrs. Howell, though?
Mr. Howell, stuck inside Gilligan's wimpy body also felt like crying! Even though he was now much younger, a definite plus, he was no longer made of the same quality stock! He was Gilligan! And Gilligan was so very common, not to mention poor!
"For heaven's sake, be a man, Thurston!" It was quite disconcerting to the others to hear the cultured voice of Mrs. Howell issue from the Captain's portly, male body.
Mr. Howell's wife, still recovering from being forced to wear the Captain's strong male form, smacked him a far more solid blow than she had planned. Her body was much bigger and stronger than he was now, and Mrs. Howell had only begun to realize how powerful she had become due to the insane exchange of identities.
It was oddly satisfying to be able to boss her husband around. For the first time, she had the muscles! Her new body was rather obese and common, and of course male; but it was also big and well muscled from many decades spent at sea. She looked across at her own body. It seemed so tiny and fragile now! The Captain was wearing it rather poorly. He kept adjusting her neckline and pulling at her girdle and her bra straps. Her pretty hat was lopsided and unpinned, and her hair needed brushing! The skipper had already managed to wipe off most of her lipstick! She would have to teach him how to behave like a lady at the first opportunity! Like most of the other castaways, he too was crying as they all realized there would be no return to normal lives after all.
They all stared at Boris Balinkoff, the mad scientist whose experiments had stranded them all inside the wrong bodies. He had fainted when he saw the destruction of his life's work, but was coming around. They observed him with horror as the madman meowed like a cat and ignored the destroyed machine. Seeing seven stranded souls with anger and hatred in their faces, he only said, "I'm Fluffy, a harmless cat!" After several more meows, the apparently deranged madman began licking his hand.
Today, decided the Skipper, staring down at his new body, the weak female body of Mrs. Lovey Howell, was the worse day of his life! It was even worse than the six months he had spent in the stockade for hitting an officer! It amazingly was even worse than the day he made Gilligan his first mate. He was a retired, decorated, petty officer from Uncle Sam's Navy for crying out loud, and now he was stuck looking like the helpless trophy wife of Thurston Howell. He was a man for crying out loud, not a woman! He wanted to scream with anger and frustration! He tugged once again on whatever contraption the woman had on underneath her dress that was so irritating and confining. He glanced across at 'her' husband's body, Mr. Howell, who now housed the mind - if you could call such a feeble thing a mind - of his little buddy, Gilligan.
"At least for once you can't blame me for any of this!" Gilligan said with morbid satisfaction.
The Skipper almost pulled a muscle hitting his little buddy with Mrs. Howell's hat again, but it was well worth it!
Chapter Two.
The Professor cleared Mary Ann's throat. He might only stand five foot three inches tall now, but at least he still had his authoritative male voice. When he talked, the others listened!
"People, calm down! We can't panic!"
"Just watch me!" cried Gilligan. "Maybe Dr. B. here has the right idea!" He began flapping his arms. "Look, I'm a bird! Coo! Coo!"
"He's 'coo coo' all right!" The Captain growled as he slapped Gilligan, the diamonds on his slim, gloved fingers cutting into what had until today been Mr. Howell's face.
"Thank you, Skipper!" said the Professor.
"Lovey, I mean Captain, I am going to sue you for millions if you've damaged my face!"
"Shut up, Thurston!" ordered Mrs. Howell again, smacking him once more with her now powerful sailor's muscles. The thin body of Gilligan went sprawling from the powerful blow.
Suddenly Mary Ann's beautiful eyes light up. The Professor had an idea!
"Of course, the boat!" cried the Professor. "We shouldn't be here arguing! Maybe we can catch Igor before he makes it to the boat."
"He can't run too fast in my high heels, Professor!" Ginger said, a glimmer of hope in her voice for the first time since seeing Igor's horrible face in the mirror instead of her own.
They all rushed down to the dock, but they were far too late. The boat - the only boat, was just a spec on the horizon. Ginger began wailing again and pounding her now massive, grotesque head on the wooden posts of the dock.
"Stop him! Someone get my beautiful body back!"
It took the combined strength of the other four males, Lovey, Mary Ann, Gilligan and Mr. Howell to keep the super strong male body Ginger now possessed from diving into the ocean. Ginger only gave up when the boat with her body could no longer be seen.
Both the Captain and the Professor looked ashamed, as they were now physically helpless in their female forms. The Professor felt especially weird as everyone now towered over him, even the Skipper! His new body was only 5'1" while up until yesterday, he had been a 6' 2" tall man and a good athlete. Now he was a she, a foot shorter and almost a hundred pounds lighter. Mary Anne was in good shape, as were all the castaways after years of survival on the island, but he would be hard pressed to break a nail as Mary Ann!
Everyone felt sorry for poor Ginger as her body sailed off and she remained behind, stuck within Igor's abandoned, ugly body. As bad as things might be for the rest, none of them had been one of the most beautiful women in the world! None of them knew what it was like to suddenly become one of the ugliest men in the world - and one at least 20 years older to boot. True she was now enormously strong, but that was hardly a fair trade for the loss of decades of her life and her beautiful body!
"I'm hungry!" said Howell.
"How can you be hungry at a time like this?" scolded Mary Ann.
"Simple, I have Gilligan's repulsive body, and he is always hungry."
"HEY!" said Gilligan. "That's MY body you are talking about, you know!"
Mr. Howell wandered off to find the kitchen unaware that his face automatically assumed Gilligan's normal, bemused expression.
"I wonder what other changes our new corporeal forms will bring upon our souls" said the Professor, meditatively.
They all felt uneasy. The Professor observed that they were all starting to move about like the originals. Mrs. Howell waddled with big steps and the Captain was now mincing around like a refined lady. He didn't have the heart to say anything - they had enough on their minds. But it was to be expected since they all had each other's brains and bodies and neural transmitters with a lifetime of habit. Only the memories seemed to have been transferred. plus the voices, of course
"Mrs. Howell would you and Mary Ann mind locking up Boris. It may seem hopeless but our best chance to return to normal is to get him to fix the machine - we can't afford to have him disappearing as well!"
"With pleasure, Professor!" answered Mrs. Howell. It was wonderful to be big and strong, even though she was now horribly dressed.
"Meow?" said Dr B. desperately trying to look like a harmless cat and failing, as the tall man and the fat man carried him off to the dungeon.
Chapter 3.
Mary Ann was feeling tall and in charge now. It was confusing to possess a man's body but she found the additional foot or so height advantage quite amazing. She had always envied Ginger for her height, (among other things) but now she, Mary Anne, was the tallest person on the island! She helped Mrs. Howell hustle Dr Balinkoff into the dungeon and wrapped him in chains. Both of them smiled broadly. They had been his prisoners just minutes before! Now it was Dr. B's turn to be imprisoned in the very stocks he had forced the castaways into earlier!
Mr. Howell found a well-stocked kitchen and pantry on a lower level of the Spanish castle. There would be plenty of food to go around! There was no telling how long they would be trapped here by Igor, but at least they would not starve!
Mr. Howell carried up a sizeable supply of food from the kitchen. His young body was such a pleasure to operate that he actually enjoyed the menial labor! When Mary Ann and Mrs. Howell returned they found that the Professor had laid out quite a spread for them with food and the Captain was setting the table. His wife was surprised when she learned that her husband had offered to help out and fetch the others for dinner.
Mary Ann was also impressed. The Professor was really keeping his cool. The meal he had prepared actually looked good, and it smelled even better! She had the rare opportunity to observe herself in action. Of course, she could hardly forget that the Professor was in charge of her body now, however. She realized what people had told her over the years was true. She really was as cute as a button! "Wow!" she thought. It was really weird to feel a totally unfamiliar male desire to touch and kiss her original body. She flushed a little and bent her head over her plate. The only thing stopping her from doing so was that it wasn't the right time. They were about to eat. And there was just something very weird about wanting to kiss someone who essentially was her identical twin! She began to realize how much control the men had used during their years on the island. She had only been a man for a few hours and she already had to fight off the desires of a man for a woman!
Ginger sat listlessly - still in a state of shock. She ate automatically, her huge body needed far more food than she normally ate, and it was easier to quench her hunger than to think about the horrible thing that had been done to her. The others were very concerned about Ginger, but since she had quieted down a little, they sat down to a better meal than they normally ate on their old island and made plans in between bites of food.
"What are we going to do, Professor?" asked the Captain of Mary Ann.
The Professor waved Mary Ann's slender arm at the body of Mrs. Howell. "I'm over here, Skipper."
"Sorry, Professor, it's been a very confusing day!"
"You can say that again, Skipper!"
"Sorry, Professor, it's been a very confusing day!" With the exception of Ginger, the others burst out laughing! They really needed a moment of happiness amid the ruins of the lives they had known. Deep inside, they knew things would never be the same ever again!
"To answer your question, Skipper, we will start by looking for plans to get the machine fixed and force Dr B to help us rebuild it!" He touched his smooth throat in shock! The last few words he had just spoken sounded just the way Mary Anne spoke!
"Professor!" cried Mary Ann. "Your voice - now you sound just like me." Her voice was still quite feminine sounding, at least. She treasured her remaining aspect of her old body.
"You certainly do sound like her, Professor!" confirmed the Captain - sounding all the world like a Bostonian society matron. "OH, DEAR! Not me, too?" But he knew it was true. Not only did he look and feel like Mrs. Howell, but now he talked like her as well, right down to her high society accent! And he had never called anyone 'dear' before, with the possible exception of the occasional barmaid!
Excitedly they all started talking. Their voices all matched their new bodies.
"Good Heavens! My voice, as well as my body, is now Mulligan stew! How will I ever get back into the Harvard club when I talk like. Gilligan!" said Mr. Howell.
"What's happened to us, Professor?" asked Mary Ann. She was shocked by the sound of the Professor's manly voice coming out of her mouth! Now she was all man!
"I thought this would happen. Before, we had what I will call 'identity shock'. Our minds were in a hysterical state and forced our current bodies' vocal cords to match our minds much like an impressionist can sound like other people. However. that was an unnatural state, and now that we have adjusted slightly, our voices have gone back to normal, matching the bodies we possess. I'm afraid the same thing has happened to the way we move as well. We are all moving more like the people we appear to have become."
"You mean I move like a - a woman?" The Skipper had tried to let his voice boom out like usual, but instead the hefty he-man's voice came out of Mrs. Howell's dainty lips sounding just the way Mrs. Howell would have spoken. The Skipper would never be taken for a man anymore.
The Professor draped an arm around the Skipper's shoulders, trying to offer some sense of comfort. "I'm afraid you do indeed talk and walk like a woman now. Like Mrs. Howell, to be exact, Captain. And I seem to talk like Mary Anne. It's really better this way, though. Think about it ... If we are ever rescued, and we are unable to reverse what this madman did to us, would any on us be comfortable looking as we do now but sounding like our former selves?"
The Professor pulled his hand away from the Skipper's slender little shoulder. His attempt to offer the former man some comfort was obviously failing. The feminine instinct to comfort seemed wrong to both of them, somehow. Despite the fact they had female bodies, neither of them was really a woman inside, where it mattered. If that radical a change were to ever take place, it would take far more than a few hours occupying a female body to make it happen!
Chapter 4.
The castaways argued all through dinner, with the exception of Ginger. Ginger stared morosely into the mirror with tears running down now scarred and gaunt cheeks as she allowed her new body to appease it's hunger and devour more than twice what the others had eaten.
"Gee, Ginger, leave some food for the rest of us, why don't ya?" Gilligan said, half joking, to the huge man that now housed the soul of the beautiful actress.
"Why should I, Gilligan? Ginger paused. It was harder for her to speak well with every passing hour. "It's not like I have a figure to watch anymore." More tears fell down her face. Wiping her tears away only made Ginger feel worse as her hand brushed tears from cheeks that were as rough as sandpaper. Igor's overly masculine body was rapidly growing a five o'clock shadow
Everyone ate quickly, hoping to avoid the obvious.
Now that Ginger had calmed down a little, the results of the search of the island castle had to be told. The Professor spoke up first.
"I have more bad news, I'm afraid. Igor destroyed all the plans we could find and many of the spare parts. What little we could get out of Dr. Balinkoff confirms that there is little hope of repairing his machines. I am afraid we may be stuck in these bodies for quite sometime!!"
Ginger took the news worse of all, bellowing like a bull tormented in the ring.
"No!!! Ginger Grant can not be. ugly!" The boulders of the castle walls shook from the force of her massive fists pounding against the stone walls. She began to cry yet again!
They stared at each other. It appeared that Ginger had inherited Igor's speech problems along with his malformed male body.
"Can we find some rooms?" asked Mary Ann presently. "Poor Ginger must be exhausted. I know I am."
Igor's was the first room they entered. Ginger would have to sleep there - it had all the clothes she would need for her new, and oversized, body as well as a special bed built to hold her huge bulk. The dresses she had brought to the castle would certainly no longer fit her new figure. They gasped when they looked around Igor's room. All the walls were hung with pictures of Ginger. Magazines articles about Ginger's life and career also were taped to the walls of the room.
Ginger screamed in horror, her deep male bellowing scaring everyone! She had hoped that Igor would be quickly found out as an impostor somehow. but now it appeared that he was a crazed fan of hers who knew everything about her! He might easily pull off his impersonation of her, since he possessed her gorgeous female body and had studied her life! Ginger's only hope had been if Igor failed and was found out. The police would have forced him to lead them back to her and the others. But now her hopes were dashed! She was going to be stuck in his horribly huge and ugly body forever! It took the three male bodies of Mary Anne, Mrs. Howell, and Mr. Howell to hold Ginger down on the bed. She had to be sedated.
Fortunately for the once again stranded castaways, Dr B had brought some of their clothing over from the other island. Mr. Howell stubbornly tried to claim his former clothes, but was overruled by the rest. It was only sensible for the clothes to go with the body that normally wore them. Then there was the matter of where to sleep.
"Come along, dear" said Gilligan putting the arm that had belonged to Thurston Howell through the slim arm of Mrs. Howell, an arm which now belong to the Captain. He was joking, but it would be great to pull his best friend and occasional tormentor's chains now that the big man was a little woman!
The Captain turned his aristocratic, feminine face towards Gilligan. He flushed deeply at even the concept of sleeping in the same room with the husband of the body he was trapped in, even if that body now belonged to his little buddy.
"In your dreams, Gilligan!" he almost screamed. He struggled, and finally freed his now weak feminine arm from Gilligan's grasp. His 'little' buddy was now taller and bigger than he was, and that fact scared him a little.
"I think we all need to have own space, Skipper." soothed Mary Ann.
"Gilligan, stop giggling! You're making my body look ridiculous!" said an incensed Mr. Howell. He himself had no desire to share a bed with the Captain even though the former man possessed his long time's wife's body. The Captain was now much too old for him! In fact, he wondered how he had found her attractive just a few weeks ago. Lovey had been a beautiful woman when they were first married, but age had not treated her body well. Thurston turned his gaze towards Mary Ann's trim form now inhabited by the Professor's brilliant mind. Now that body was far more appealing, he lustfully thought to himself. And it was not as if either he and the Captain, OR he and Lovey were legally married now! His body was decidedly single! Perhaps it was time to enjoy his newfound youth!
A gentle "Meow, Meow.." could be heard from the dungeon door if anyone were listening. The mad Doctor was living up to his reputation!
The Professor found it fascinating to piss sitting down. He, of course, knew how the female anatomy worked but to apply it to his own body was a new and somewhat unnerving experience. He was undecided whether sitting or standing to urinate was preferable. Before he could begin an analysis of his breasts, Mary Ann stopped by to help him with some finer points of her female physiology the Professor would have to be prepared for.
"Sorry to intrude, Professor, but I thought you should know that your period is due two days from now!" Mary Ann couldn't help but giggle as the Professor's pretty face paled. Scientist though he was, he had no desire to experience the feminine 'curse' first hand, and he closed big, beautiful eyes as if already in pain. No wonder he felt bloated!
After promising to help her friend get through his first menstruation, Mary Ann giggled some more as she went into the room she had chosen. It was unused for ages and needed cleaning. She spent several hours making the room livable. During that time she also spent some time lifting and moving furniture, marveling at how strong she now was. It was kind of cool not to be a weak little girl!
Grumbling, the Captain was cleaning his new face with cold cream under the stern gaze of his former body.
"You need to keep my body looking good!" Lovey ordered sternly the current occupant of her former self. I have very delicate skin, you know. Or rather, you have delicate skin now! My skin is rather rough now, I'm afraid."
The Skipper was cowed by her presence. Lovey Howell was so big and strong, now that she occupied his former body. He felt weak and helpless standing next to her. Strangely, the feeling was not totally unpleasant, and that scared the Skipper the most.
To be continued... !
An all-new, alternative version of the classic body-swapping episode of Gilligan's Island! The Characters and original script are copyrighted to others. No claim is made to those concepts by us. All additional elements of the story not in the original TV script nor owned by others are copyrighted to us.
Written by Eric, and Caleb Jones Plot by Eric Edited by Caleb Jones
In The Body Castaways Part One: Igor, Hollywood Starlet!, the castaways were 'rescued' by a mad scientist and his assistant, Igor. The madman exchanged everyone's minds! The horrible Igor arranged to swap minds with the beautiful Ginger and then destroyed all of the scientific equipment, sailing off with the only boat to Hawaii and a new life as movie star Ginger Grant! The once again stranded castaways struggle to adjust to their radically different bodies, and their forever altered lives...
And now the story continues...
Chapter One.
The seven stranded castaways, tricked into co-operating with Dr. Boris Balinkoff, looked down in horror at the ruins of the mind-swapping machine. All hopes for a quick fix and a return to their proper bodies were smashed along with the madman's devices. However, the impossible invention which they had been forced to be a part of had indeed worked. It wasn't bad enough to be stranded on a deserted island, now they could no longer even call their very bodies home anymore.
The Professor, forced into Mary Ann's feminine body, was crying, much to his dismay. He was always the stoic one, but no more. His new body seemed to be far more emotional than his tall male body had been. Mary Ann was also in tears, despite the natural urges of the Professor's strong male body, which she now possessed, to repress her emotions. There was one of their party who had suffered far worse a loss than either of them, however.
Once Ginger realized she had no way to escape the ugly male body of Igor and return to her gorgeous body, she had collapsed in a far from graceful fall to the floor and was sobbing hopelessly. Everyone kept a cautious distance away from the thrashing movements of her powerful masculine arms as she pounded the floor
"Someone give me back my beautiful, beautiful body!"
Ginger wailed the same phrase over and over again. The voice of a sexy young woman coming from the mouth of one of the most repulsive male bodies in the world was mind boggling to the rest of the castaways, even though their minds and voices also were also similarly displaced.
Surprisingly, Gilligan was the first to pull himself together. "I guess this means I don't have to take out the garbage anymore now that I'm Mr. Howell, right Skipper?" He easily ducked Mrs. Howell's floppy hat as the Skipper tried to hit him with it. The dress the Skipper now wore was hardly designed for such activity however, and severely restricted his arm movements. The Skipper's arms were mere pipe stems now. He had never felt as weak as he did now after that blasted Doctor forced him out of his own sturdy body. Why did he have to become Mrs. Howell, though?
Mr. Howell, stuck inside Gilligan's wimpy body also felt like crying! Even though he was now much younger, a definite plus, he was no longer made of the same quality stock! He was Gilligan! And Gilligan was so very common, not to mention poor!
"For heaven's sake, be a man, Thurston!" It was quite disconcerting to the others to hear the cultured voice of Mrs. Howell issue from the Captain's portly, male body.
Mr. Howell's wife, still recovering from being forced to wear the Captain's strong male form, smacked him a far more solid blow than she had planned. Her body was much bigger and stronger than he was now, and Mrs. Howell had only begun to realize how powerful she had become due to the insane exchange of identities.
It was oddly satisfying to be able to boss her husband around. For the first time, she had the muscles! Her new body was rather obese and common, and of course male; but it was also big and well muscled from many decades spent at sea. She looked across at her own body. It seemed so tiny and fragile now! The Captain was wearing it rather poorly. He kept adjusting her neckline and pulling at her girdle and her bra straps. Her pretty hat was lopsided and unpinned, and her hair needed brushing! The skipper had already managed to wipe off most of her lipstick! She would have to teach him how to behave like a lady at the first opportunity! Like most of the other castaways, he too was crying as they all realized there would be no return to normal lives after all.
They all stared at Boris Balinkoff, the mad scientist whose experiments had stranded them all inside the wrong bodies. He had fainted when he saw the destruction of his life's work, but was coming around. They observed him with horror as the madman meowed like a cat and ignored the destroyed machine. Seeing seven stranded souls with anger and hatred in their faces, he only said, "I'm Fluffy, a harmless cat!" After several more meows, the apparently deranged madman began licking his hand.
Today, decided the Skipper, staring down at his new body, the weak female body of Mrs. Lovey Howell, was the worse day of his life! It was even worse than the six months he had spent in the stockade for hitting an officer! It amazingly was even worse than the day he made Gilligan his first mate. He was a retired, decorated, petty officer from Uncle Sam's Navy for crying out loud, and now he was stuck looking like the helpless trophy wife of Thurston Howell. He was a man for crying out loud, not a woman! He wanted to scream with anger and frustration! He tugged once again on whatever contraption the woman had on underneath her dress that was so irritating and confining. He glanced across at 'her' husband's body, Mr. Howell, who now housed the mind - if you could call such a feeble thing a mind - of his little buddy, Gilligan.
"At least for once you can't blame me for any of this!" Gilligan said with morbid satisfaction.
The Skipper almost pulled a muscle hitting his little buddy with Mrs. Howell's hat again, but it was well worth it!
Chapter Two.
The Professor cleared Mary Ann's throat. He might only stand five foot three inches tall now, but at least he still had his authoritative male voice. When he talked, the others listened!
"People, calm down! We can't panic!"
"Just watch me!" cried Gilligan. "Maybe Dr. B. here has the right idea!" He began flapping his arms. "Look, I'm a bird! Coo! Coo!"
"He's 'coo coo' all right!" The Captain growled as he slapped Gilligan, the diamonds on his slim, gloved fingers cutting into what had until today been Mr. Howell's face.
"Thank you, Skipper!" said the Professor.
"Lovey, I mean Captain, I am going to sue you for millions if you've damaged my face!"
"Shut up, Thurston!" ordered Mrs. Howell again, smacking him once more with her now powerful sailor's muscles. The thin body of Gilligan went sprawling from the powerful blow.
Suddenly Mary Ann's beautiful eyes light up. The Professor had an idea!
"Of course, the boat!" cried the Professor. "We shouldn't be here arguing! Maybe we can catch Igor before he makes it to the boat."
"He can't run too fast in my high heels, Professor!" Ginger said, a glimmer of hope in her voice for the first time since seeing Igor's horrible face in the mirror instead of her own.
They all rushed down to the dock, but they were far too late. The boat - the only boat, was just a spec on the horizon. Ginger began wailing again and pounding her now massive, grotesque head on the wooden posts of the dock.
"Stop him! Someone get my beautiful body back!"
It took the combined strength of the other four males, Lovey, Mary Ann, Gilligan and Mr. Howell to keep the super strong male body Ginger now possessed from diving into the ocean. Ginger only gave up when the boat with her body could no longer be seen.
Both the Captain and the Professor looked ashamed, as they were now physically helpless in their female forms. The Professor felt especially weird as everyone now towered over him, even the Skipper! His new body was only 5'1" while up until yesterday, he had been a 6' 2" tall man and a good athlete. Now he was a she, a foot shorter and almost a hundred pounds lighter. Mary Anne was in good shape, as were all the castaways after years of survival on the island, but he would be hard pressed to break a nail as Mary Ann!
Everyone felt sorry for poor Ginger as her body sailed off and she remained behind, stuck within Igor's abandoned, ugly body. As bad as things might be for the rest, none of them had been one of the most beautiful women in the world! None of them knew what it was like to suddenly become one of the ugliest men in the world - and one at least 20 years older to boot. True she was now enormously strong, but that was hardly a fair trade for the loss of decades of her life and her beautiful body!
"I'm hungry!" said Howell.
"How can you be hungry at a time like this?" scolded Mary Ann.
"Simple, I have Gilligan's repulsive body, and he is always hungry."
"HEY!" said Gilligan. "That's MY body you are talking about, you know!"
Mr. Howell wandered off to find the kitchen unaware that his face automatically assumed Gilligan's normal, bemused expression.
"I wonder what other changes our new corporeal forms will bring upon our souls" said the Professor, meditatively.
They all felt uneasy. The Professor observed that they were all starting to move about like the originals. Mrs. Howell waddled with big steps and the Captain was now mincing around like a refined lady. He didn't have the heart to say anything - they had enough on their minds. But it was to be expected since they all had each other's brains and bodies and neural transmitters with a lifetime of habit. Only the memories seemed to have been transferred. plus the voices, of course
"Mrs. Howell would you and Mary Ann mind locking up Boris. It may seem hopeless but our best chance to return to normal is to get him to fix the machine - we can't afford to have him disappearing as well!"
"With pleasure, Professor!" answered Mrs. Howell. It was wonderful to be big and strong, even though she was now horribly dressed.
"Meow?" said Dr B. desperately trying to look like a harmless cat and failing, as the tall man and the fat man carried him off to the dungeon.
Chapter 3.
Mary Ann was feeling tall and in charge now. It was confusing to possess a man's body but she found the additional foot or so height advantage quite amazing. She had always envied Ginger for her height, (among other things) but now she, Mary Anne, was the tallest person on the island! She helped Mrs. Howell hustle Dr Balinkoff into the dungeon and wrapped him in chains. Both of them smiled broadly. They had been his prisoners just minutes before! Now it was Dr. B's turn to be imprisoned in the very stocks he had forced the castaways into earlier!
Mr. Howell found a well-stocked kitchen and pantry on a lower level of the Spanish castle. There would be plenty of food to go around! There was no telling how long they would be trapped here by Igor, but at least they would not starve!
Mr. Howell carried up a sizeable supply of food from the kitchen. His young body was such a pleasure to operate that he actually enjoyed the menial labor! When Mary Ann and Mrs. Howell returned they found that the Professor had laid out quite a spread for them with food and the Captain was setting the table. His wife was surprised when she learned that her husband had offered to help out and fetch the others for dinner.
Mary Ann was also impressed. The Professor was really keeping his cool. The meal he had prepared actually looked good, and it smelled even better! She had the rare opportunity to observe herself in action. Of course, she could hardly forget that the Professor was in charge of her body now, however. She realized what people had told her over the years was true. She really was as cute as a button! "Wow!" she thought. It was really weird to feel a totally unfamiliar male desire to touch and kiss her original body. She flushed a little and bent her head over her plate. The only thing stopping her from doing so was that it wasn't the right time. They were about to eat. And there was just something very weird about wanting to kiss someone who essentially was her identical twin! She began to realize how much control the men had used during their years on the island. She had only been a man for a few hours and she already had to fight off the desires of a man for a woman!
Ginger sat listlessly - still in a state of shock. She ate automatically, her huge body needed far more food than she normally ate, and it was easier to quench her hunger than to think about the horrible thing that had been done to her. The others were very concerned about Ginger, but since she had quieted down a little, they sat down to a better meal than they normally ate on their old island and made plans in between bites of food.
"What are we going to do, Professor?" asked the Captain of Mary Ann.
The Professor waved Mary Ann's slender arm at the body of Mrs. Howell. "I'm over here, Skipper."
"Sorry, Professor, it's been a very confusing day!"
"You can say that again, Skipper!"
"Sorry, Professor, it's been a very confusing day!" With the exception of Ginger, the others burst out laughing! They really needed a moment of happiness amid the ruins of the lives they had known. Deep inside, they knew things would never be the same ever again!
"To answer your question, Skipper, we will start by looking for plans to get the machine fixed and force Dr B to help us rebuild it!" He touched his smooth throat in shock! The last few words he had just spoken sounded just the way Mary Anne spoke!
"Professor!" cried Mary Ann. "Your voice - now you sound just like me." Her voice was still quite feminine sounding, at least. She treasured her remaining aspect of her old body.
"You certainly do sound like her, Professor!" confirmed the Captain - sounding all the world like a Bostonian society matron. "OH, DEAR! Not me, too?" But he knew it was true. Not only did he look and feel like Mrs. Howell, but now he talked like her as well, right down to her high society accent! And he had never called anyone 'dear' before, with the possible exception of the occasional barmaid!
Excitedly they all started talking. Their voices all matched their new bodies.
"Good Heavens! My voice, as well as my body, is now Mulligan stew! How will I ever get back into the Harvard club when I talk like. Gilligan!" said Mr. Howell.
"What's happened to us, Professor?" asked Mary Ann. She was shocked by the sound of the Professor's manly voice coming out of her mouth! Now she was all man!
"I thought this would happen. Before, we had what I will call 'identity shock'. Our minds were in a hysterical state and forced our current bodies' vocal cords to match our minds much like an impressionist can sound like other people. However. that was an unnatural state, and now that we have adjusted slightly, our voices have gone back to normal, matching the bodies we possess. I'm afraid the same thing has happened to the way we move as well. We are all moving more like the people we appear to have become."
"You mean I move like a - a woman?" The Skipper had tried to let his voice boom out like usual, but instead the hefty he-man's voice came out of Mrs. Howell's dainty lips sounding just the way Mrs. Howell would have spoken. The Skipper would never be taken for a man anymore.
The Professor draped an arm around the Skipper's shoulders, trying to offer some sense of comfort. "I'm afraid you do indeed talk and walk like a woman now. Like Mrs. Howell, to be exact, Captain. And I seem to talk like Mary Anne. It's really better this way, though. Think about it ... If we are ever rescued, and we are unable to reverse what this madman did to us, would any on us be comfortable looking as we do now but sounding like our former selves?"
The Professor pulled his hand away from the Skipper's slender little shoulder. His attempt to offer the former man some comfort was obviously failing. The feminine instinct to comfort seemed wrong to both of them, somehow. Despite the fact they had female bodies, neither of them was really a woman inside, where it mattered. If that radical a change were to ever take place, it would take far more than a few hours occupying a female body to make it happen!
Chapter 4.
The castaways argued all through dinner, with the exception of Ginger. Ginger stared morosely into the mirror with tears running down now scarred and gaunt cheeks as she allowed her new body to appease it's hunger and devour more than twice what the others had eaten.
"Gee, Ginger, leave some food for the rest of us, why don't ya?" Gilligan said, half joking, to the huge man that now housed the soul of the beautiful actress.
"Why should I, Gilligan? Ginger paused. It was harder for her to speak well with every passing hour. "It's not like I have a figure to watch anymore." More tears fell down her face. Wiping her tears away only made Ginger feel worse as her hand brushed tears from cheeks that were as rough as sandpaper. Igor's overly masculine body was rapidly growing a five o'clock shadow
Everyone ate quickly, hoping to avoid the obvious.
Now that Ginger had calmed down a little, the results of the search of the island castle had to be told. The Professor spoke up first.
"I have more bad news, I'm afraid. Igor destroyed all the plans we could find and many of the spare parts. What little we could get out of Dr. Balinkoff confirms that there is little hope of repairing his machines. I am afraid we may be stuck in these bodies for quite sometime!!"
Ginger took the news worse of all, bellowing like a bull tormented in the ring.
"No!!! Ginger Grant can not be. ugly!" The boulders of the castle walls shook from the force of her massive fists pounding against the stone walls. She began to cry yet again!
They stared at each other. It appeared that Ginger had inherited Igor's speech problems along with his malformed male body.
"Can we find some rooms?" asked Mary Ann presently. "Poor Ginger must be exhausted. I know I am."
Igor's was the first room they entered. Ginger would have to sleep there - it had all the clothes she would need for her new, and oversized, body as well as a special bed built to hold her huge bulk. The dresses she had brought to the castle would certainly no longer fit her new figure. They gasped when they looked around Igor's room. All the walls were hung with pictures of Ginger. Magazines articles about Ginger's life and career also were taped to the walls of the room.
Ginger screamed in horror, her deep male bellowing scaring everyone! She had hoped that Igor would be quickly found out as an impostor somehow. but now it appeared that he was a crazed fan of hers who knew everything about her! He might easily pull off his impersonation of her, since he possessed her gorgeous female body and had studied her life! Ginger's only hope had been if Igor failed and was found out. The police would have forced him to lead them back to her and the others. But now her hopes were dashed! She was going to be stuck in his horribly huge and ugly body forever! It took the three male bodies of Mary Anne, Mrs. Howell, and Mr. Howell to hold Ginger down on the bed. She had to be sedated.
Fortunately for the once again stranded castaways, Dr B had brought some of their clothing over from the other island. Mr. Howell stubbornly tried to claim his former clothes, but was overruled by the rest. It was only sensible for the clothes to go with the body that normally wore them. Then there was the matter of where to sleep.
"Come along, dear" said Gilligan putting the arm that had belonged to Thurston Howell through the slim arm of Mrs. Howell, an arm which now belong to the Captain. He was joking, but it would be great to pull his best friend and occasional tormentor's chains now that the big man was a little woman!
The Captain turned his aristocratic, feminine face towards Gilligan. He flushed deeply at even the concept of sleeping in the same room with the husband of the body he was trapped in, even if that body now belonged to his little buddy.
"In your dreams, Gilligan!" he almost screamed. He struggled, and finally freed his now weak feminine arm from Gilligan's grasp. His 'little' buddy was now taller and bigger than he was, and that fact scared him a little.
"I think we all need to have own space, Skipper." soothed Mary Ann.
"Gilligan, stop giggling! You're making my body look ridiculous!" said an incensed Mr. Howell. He himself had no desire to share a bed with the Captain even though the former man possessed his long time's wife's body. The Captain was now much too old for him! In fact, he wondered how he had found her attractive just a few weeks ago. Lovey had been a beautiful woman when they were first married, but age had not treated her body well. Thurston turned his gaze towards Mary Ann's trim form now inhabited by the Professor's brilliant mind. Now that body was far more appealing, he lustfully thought to himself. And it was not as if either he and the Captain, OR he and Lovey were legally married now! His body was decidedly single! Perhaps it was time to enjoy his newfound youth!
A gentle "Meow, Meow.." could be heard from the dungeon door if anyone were listening. The mad Doctor was living up to his reputation!
The Professor found it fascinating to piss sitting down. He, of course, knew how the female anatomy worked but to apply it to his own body was a new and somewhat unnerving experience. He was undecided whether sitting or standing to urinate was preferable. Before he could begin an analysis of his breasts, Mary Ann stopped by to help him with some finer points of her female physiology the Professor would have to be prepared for.
"Sorry to intrude, Professor, but I thought you should know that your period is due two days from now!" Mary Ann couldn't help but giggle as the Professor's pretty face paled. Scientist though he was, he had no desire to experience the feminine 'curse' first hand, and he closed big, beautiful eyes as if already in pain. No wonder he felt bloated!
After promising to help her friend get through his first menstruation, Mary Ann giggled some more as she went into the room she had chosen. It was unused for ages and needed cleaning. She spent several hours making the room livable. During that time she also spent some time lifting and moving furniture, marveling at how strong she now was. It was kind of cool not to be a weak little girl!
Grumbling, the Captain was cleaning his new face with cold cream under the stern gaze of his former body.
"You need to keep my body looking good!" Lovey ordered sternly the current occupant of her former self. I have very delicate skin, you know. Or rather, you have delicate skin now! My skin is rather rough now, I'm afraid."
The Skipper was cowed by her presence. Lovey Howell was so big and strong, now that she occupied his former body. He felt weak and helpless standing next to her. Strangely, the feeling was not totally unpleasant, and that scared the Skipper the most.
To be continued... !