CHAPTER 6.
We shall now return to our narrative.
There were ten eager girls waiting impatiently on the dock when the launch
tied up, a few of them so eager that there were bouncing up and down with
impatience. Even Stavros and Dimitrios were there. All were dressed in
their old male clothes, with the sleeves of their shirts and the legs of
their trousers rolled up. Incongruously, they were all wearing dainty
sandals, some with jeweled straps: they could not possibly have worn their
old footgear, as their feet were now far too small. They looked like an
adorable ragtag army - in fancy girl-sandals.
Draper lifted svelte little Justin up into the dock, then did the same for
Colin. Before he could clamber up himself, Justin and Colin were mobbed by
the others.
"Did he get everything?" asked Neal.
"Have you seen the undies yet?" asked Brad
"What sort of makeup did he bring?"asked Steven
"Did he get the you-know-what's?" asked Martin, with an anxious look on her
his pretty face. (Martin's period had started just after the launch had
left for Empoulis.)
"Hold on, girls, hold on!" responded the little redhead. "No more
questions! Introductions first!"
Draper clambered up and Colin made formal introductions. Draper shook hands
all around. Each girl looked him in the eye and smiled when he shook her
hand - Brad and Steven let their gaze linger provocatively, as if to say,
"You can take me to bed any time you want." Draper knew, right then, that
he'd be a very busy fellow quite soon. But Stavros and Dimitrios averted
their eyes and made no attempt to smile. It was pretty clear that they
harbored some animus towards Draper, although he had never met them before.
Draper was impressed by the extraordinary beauty of all the new girls - including Stavros and Dimitrios, who looked very much like women badly in need of some taming, but once tame, would give a man a heck of a run for his money. Draper thought to himself that he'd very much like to have those two - at the same time. He knew they were the type of women who scream when they come and leave your back bloodied with scratches. If he could bring them off at the same moment it would be a feat for the record books! But Draper pushed these machinations into the background and merely smiled at them, even if they did not return the favor. Once the introductions were over, Colin piped up. "Now I'll answer your questions," she said. "Yes, Neal, Professor Draper says he's brought everything I asked for in the cable - and then some. No, Brad, I haven't seen the undies. No, Steven, I haven't seen the makeup. I haven't seen anything yet. And yes, Martin, the professor has brought 'feminine supplies' for you and for any other girls who might need them. Now we have to get all this baggage off the boat and up to the temple." The girls looked down at the large, heavy footlockers, and knew that they could never manage them. Then they looked toward Stavros and Dimitrios, but the two big Greek girls frowned and shook their heads. Everyone looked at Draper. "Look, I'll get back on the boat and hand them up to you one by one," he said. "Then you can open them and bring the stuff up in small loads. D'you have some baskets?" Without hesitation the four little Greeks ran up to the camp to fetch some baskets, their arms tight at their sides but bent at the elbows, fingers extended and fluttering. "They even run like natural-born girls," Draper reflected as he watched their lovely twitching behinds until the girls disappeared around a bend in the path. Then he hopped back down onto the launch. He lifted each footlocker high enough to get one edge on the dock, then two or three girls would grab the end and wrestle it all the way up. Within a few minutes, all the footlockers were lined up on the dock. Like children at Christmastime, the girls could barely contain themselves. "Quick, quick, where are the keys?" demanded Neal. "Yes, get the keys!" chorused the others, and they turned to Draper in expectation. For his part, Draper thought the scene utterly surreal. Here were a dozen erstwhile men, transformed into females barely a week ago, already so removed from their lost masculinity that they were practically slavering to get at several trunkfuls of feminine clothing, lingerie, makeup and costume jewelry! It staggered belief! The very concept that they had been men excited Draper in the extreme. His balls, which had been aching ever since he decided to fuck Colin, were now tense and frankly painful. He'd have to have one (or more) of these girls soon, or he'd have trouble walking! But now the transmuted girls wanted to open the footlockers, and Draper could hardly deny them. So he produced the master key and opened the locks one by one. Draper had to step back to avoid being caught in the crush. The girls wanted to see and have everything at once. Most in demand was the lingerie. Panties, bras and slips were extracted and displayed amidst choruses of "oooh's" and "ahhh's." All went well until Brad and Justin both spied a lovely ensemble in ice-blue silk: Brad got hold of the panties, but Justin got the bra. They began to argue over who saw what first. Hair was about to be pulled and faces scratched until Colin found an identical ensemble in the same size, and handed over the bra to Brad and the panties to Justin. Both girls were instantly mollified and clutched the incendiary garments to their breasts in an agony of anticipation. Similar altercations erupted between others, but in the end all ended amicably enough: each girl had accumulated a sizable heap of prized lingerie set apart on the dock. Then the same scene occurred with dresses, shoes, stockings, skirts, nightgowns - and with all the other items Draper had brought (save for the sanitary napkins). In the midst of the pandemonium, the Greeks returned with baskets. When they saw that they might end up with leftovers (so far, no girl had laid claim to the cotton panties and bras, so little did they know of real comfort), they joined in the general fray and acquitted themselves well. No girl felt cheated. The gay piles of feminine clothing in their soft pastels and primary colors would have made a lovely Impressionist painting, set as they were against the gray wood of the dock, with the stark white of the rocks and the brilliant blues of sea and sky in the background. Justin, Martin and one of the little Greeks (who had also started her period that same afternoon) puzzled over the confusing 'feminine hygiene products,' having no idea as to which would suit their own needs best. So they all settled for a sampling of several. Colin assured them (without really knowing the first thing about it) that whatever they chose would work just fine. From that moment on, the faces of the three menstrual girls relaxed, and they began to seek an opportunity to get off by themselves. Draper immediately noted the change in them. He briefly wondered what they had improvised in the meantime, but quickly dismissed the issue as of no great interest to him. After all, it wasn't his problem. (Not yet, anyway.) Gradually all the baskets got filled and the girls departed with their booty, but Steven and Brad lingered behind until they were the only girls left on the dock with Colin and the Professor. The two slight girls kept glancing at one another as if to ask which one wanted to broach what was quite clearly on both their minds. Finally, Steven screwed up her courage and addressed Draper. "Um, Professor, do you mind if we have a word with Colin in private?" she asked in a timorous voice. "Not at all," Draper replied. "I'll go check the moorings." (Of course, they did not really need checking, as he had already made them secure, redoing the girls' impossible fastenings.) As soon as Draper had moved off, Steven became quite agitated. He looked as if she was going to cry before she got any words out. "What is it, Steve?" Colin asked. "You can tell me anything. If it's girl stuff you want to know about, I'm your man!" "Well, yes, it is girl-stuff," Steven responded, turning a brilliant shade of crimson. "And about the professor, too." "What about him?" "Well, um, you see... um... well....." Here Brad poked poor Steven in the ribs. "Brad! You said you'd tell Colin! Now you're all tongue-tied! Do I have to do it?" she complained. Steven had her arms and fingers braided together, and was standing one foot on top of the other, like a six-year old girl afraid to ask the teacher if she can get a pass to go to the bathroom. But finally she managed to stammer out, "Well, see, Colin. It's like this. While you were gone with Justin, all of us girls got together to decide.... um, I mean to discuss... Well, um, we've been thinking..." "Thinking is usually a good idea," Colin responded, perplexed at what these two girls were getting at. "Thinking about what?" "Um, well...." Steven resumed, "I'm not sure how to put this..... " "Just say it, for God's sake!" said Colin, getting exasperated. "OK! Here it is, then! We're all horny, Colin! We all want to get fucked! Well, not all of us, exactly. But most of us. This is torture - we're all hot to trot and we must have a man! We can't take it any more!" "Very interesting, Steven" Colin replied. "No need get so worked up about it. It just shows you're normal girls. Normal girls want to get fucked. Who doesn't?" "The little Greeks don't, for starters," replied Steven. They've paired off two and two. They're not interested in men at all, it seems. They've been at it with one another all week. Everyone knows but you!" "I see. Well, I can't say I'm surprised. They're true to their nationality, I suppose. They were in each others' pants before. So now they're in each others' panties. Big difference. Go on...." "Well, seeing as there's now a man on the island, we all decided (all except the little Greeks)..." Colin knew what was coming. Her little womanheart sank. "Decided what?" she asked. "Well, seeing as we're all... well, horny, and that there's a man on the island, we've all decided that it's only fair that we... um... share him, if you know what I mean." It was precisely what Colin had feared. But she kept a stiff upper lip and did not betray her disappointment. "Of course I know what you mean. You all want him to fuck you, right? Well, to tell the truth, that's what I want, too. So what are we going to do about it?" she asked, her pretty face concentrated in a frown. "We've already done it!" Brad cut in. "We drew cards. All except the little Greeks. And Martin, who just got her period. We drew for you, too, but not for Justin, because she's got her period, too. Steve drew the Ace for you, so you're first... if you want to be, that is. Then me, then Neal, then Steve here, then the two big Greeks (who drew together) until daybreak..." "Yeah, the Greeks and I get after he's all worn out," Steven mourned, her pretty face in a pout. "Well, you had as good a crack at him as anyone!" Brad shot back. "Let's don't fight over it," cautioned Colin. "It sounds as if it'll work, assuming the Professor is game. Judging from how he ogled Justin and me on the way over when we had an impromptu wet T-shirt competition, I certainly think he's interested in fucking one and all of us. The little fact that we all used to be men is obviously a major turn-on for him. His eyes were practically bugging out of his head when he could see our boobs through our shirts, and though he tried to conceal it, he got stiff real fast. I can tell you, since I used to room with him on trips, that's he's built like a draft horse. It's pretty hard to conceal a tool like that when it's ready for action." "O, Goody" cried Steven and Brad together, jumping up and down in glee and clapping their little white hands. "We thought you'd be a prude about it!" "Not at all. We're all girls now. We have to do what comes naturally. I really don't see that we have a choice in the matter. So what's the plan?" "Well, we fixed up the best bedchamber in the temple" Brad continued, in that breathless voice that one woman uses when she is describing her interior decorating triumphs to another, "It has a balcony overlooking the sea. And a big cedar bed with a wonderfully soft mattress stuffed with ibis down. It'll be great to be fucked in that bed, with the sound of the sea crashing outside! It'll be a terrific way to lose your cherry! We decorated the chamber with flowers and draped the bed with the loveliest fabrics, and set out ewers of water and wash basins so we can... um, you know.... um... get... um... cleaned up afterwards." Colin was impressed that these two rather subservient girls had grasped the initiative. She couldn't have been more pleased except for the fact that now she'd be in direct competition with all the others. Well, at least she was first! That meant she'd have to go to extremes to be the best lay Draper ever had. Which could be a problem, as she was a virgin and knew nothing of female sexual technique. But they were all virgins! Besides, she could charm Draper in other ways.... she was brighter than the other girls, she knew, and Draper preferred intellectual girls to bimbos, so long as they fucked. Anyway, Colin could not really challenge what sounded like a majority decision. And, after all, she'd be the first. So she said, "Sounds like a great idea, girls! When do we start?" "Tonight," Steven replied. Your get two hours with him. Then it's my turn, then Neal's, and so on, as long as he'll last." "Knowing him, he'll last four or five girls. Five for sure, if the big Greeks go as a pair," Colin said. "O, we're so glad you're going along with us, Colin! You're a real sweetie!" cried Brad. "Well, let's not congratulate ourselves too soon," said Colin, with a serious look on her face. "Things like this rarely turn out as expected, you know. But now let's go get dressed! I can't wait to put on panties and a bra! I'm sick and tired of all these scarves and diaphanous gowns. Plus, I think we all could use some support." "Amen!" cried the other two girls, and they hefted their breasts in unison to emphasize the point. Each grabbed her basket of goodies and skipped on gaily ahead. Colin cried out, "Professor! We're done talking! Let's go up to the temple!" "Coming!" was the reply.
Draper was impressed by the extraordinary beauty of all the new girls - including Stavros and Dimitrios, who looked very much like women badly in need of some taming, but once tame, would give a man a heck of a run for his money. Draper thought to himself that he'd very much like to have those two - at the same time. He knew they were the type of women who scream when they come and leave your back bloodied with scratches. If he could bring them off at the same moment it would be a feat for the record books! But Draper pushed these machinations into the background and merely smiled at them, even if they did not return the favor. Once the introductions were over, Colin piped up. "Now I'll answer your questions," she said. "Yes, Neal, Professor Draper says he's brought everything I asked for in the cable - and then some. No, Brad, I haven't seen the undies. No, Steven, I haven't seen the makeup. I haven't seen anything yet. And yes, Martin, the professor has brought 'feminine supplies' for you and for any other girls who might need them. Now we have to get all this baggage off the boat and up to the temple." The girls looked down at the large, heavy footlockers, and knew that they could never manage them. Then they looked toward Stavros and Dimitrios, but the two big Greek girls frowned and shook their heads. Everyone looked at Draper. "Look, I'll get back on the boat and hand them up to you one by one," he said. "Then you can open them and bring the stuff up in small loads. D'you have some baskets?" Without hesitation the four little Greeks ran up to the camp to fetch some baskets, their arms tight at their sides but bent at the elbows, fingers extended and fluttering. "They even run like natural-born girls," Draper reflected as he watched their lovely twitching behinds until the girls disappeared around a bend in the path. Then he hopped back down onto the launch. He lifted each footlocker high enough to get one edge on the dock, then two or three girls would grab the end and wrestle it all the way up. Within a few minutes, all the footlockers were lined up on the dock. Like children at Christmastime, the girls could barely contain themselves. "Quick, quick, where are the keys?" demanded Neal. "Yes, get the keys!" chorused the others, and they turned to Draper in expectation. For his part, Draper thought the scene utterly surreal. Here were a dozen erstwhile men, transformed into females barely a week ago, already so removed from their lost masculinity that they were practically slavering to get at several trunkfuls of feminine clothing, lingerie, makeup and costume jewelry! It staggered belief! The very concept that they had been men excited Draper in the extreme. His balls, which had been aching ever since he decided to fuck Colin, were now tense and frankly painful. He'd have to have one (or more) of these girls soon, or he'd have trouble walking! But now the transmuted girls wanted to open the footlockers, and Draper could hardly deny them. So he produced the master key and opened the locks one by one. Draper had to step back to avoid being caught in the crush. The girls wanted to see and have everything at once. Most in demand was the lingerie. Panties, bras and slips were extracted and displayed amidst choruses of "oooh's" and "ahhh's." All went well until Brad and Justin both spied a lovely ensemble in ice-blue silk: Brad got hold of the panties, but Justin got the bra. They began to argue over who saw what first. Hair was about to be pulled and faces scratched until Colin found an identical ensemble in the same size, and handed over the bra to Brad and the panties to Justin. Both girls were instantly mollified and clutched the incendiary garments to their breasts in an agony of anticipation. Similar altercations erupted between others, but in the end all ended amicably enough: each girl had accumulated a sizable heap of prized lingerie set apart on the dock. Then the same scene occurred with dresses, shoes, stockings, skirts, nightgowns - and with all the other items Draper had brought (save for the sanitary napkins). In the midst of the pandemonium, the Greeks returned with baskets. When they saw that they might end up with leftovers (so far, no girl had laid claim to the cotton panties and bras, so little did they know of real comfort), they joined in the general fray and acquitted themselves well. No girl felt cheated. The gay piles of feminine clothing in their soft pastels and primary colors would have made a lovely Impressionist painting, set as they were against the gray wood of the dock, with the stark white of the rocks and the brilliant blues of sea and sky in the background. Justin, Martin and one of the little Greeks (who had also started her period that same afternoon) puzzled over the confusing 'feminine hygiene products,' having no idea as to which would suit their own needs best. So they all settled for a sampling of several. Colin assured them (without really knowing the first thing about it) that whatever they chose would work just fine. From that moment on, the faces of the three menstrual girls relaxed, and they began to seek an opportunity to get off by themselves. Draper immediately noted the change in them. He briefly wondered what they had improvised in the meantime, but quickly dismissed the issue as of no great interest to him. After all, it wasn't his problem. (Not yet, anyway.) Gradually all the baskets got filled and the girls departed with their booty, but Steven and Brad lingered behind until they were the only girls left on the dock with Colin and the Professor. The two slight girls kept glancing at one another as if to ask which one wanted to broach what was quite clearly on both their minds. Finally, Steven screwed up her courage and addressed Draper. "Um, Professor, do you mind if we have a word with Colin in private?" she asked in a timorous voice. "Not at all," Draper replied. "I'll go check the moorings." (Of course, they did not really need checking, as he had already made them secure, redoing the girls' impossible fastenings.) As soon as Draper had moved off, Steven became quite agitated. He looked as if she was going to cry before she got any words out. "What is it, Steve?" Colin asked. "You can tell me anything. If it's girl stuff you want to know about, I'm your man!" "Well, yes, it is girl-stuff," Steven responded, turning a brilliant shade of crimson. "And about the professor, too." "What about him?" "Well, um, you see... um... well....." Here Brad poked poor Steven in the ribs. "Brad! You said you'd tell Colin! Now you're all tongue-tied! Do I have to do it?" she complained. Steven had her arms and fingers braided together, and was standing one foot on top of the other, like a six-year old girl afraid to ask the teacher if she can get a pass to go to the bathroom. But finally she managed to stammer out, "Well, see, Colin. It's like this. While you were gone with Justin, all of us girls got together to decide.... um, I mean to discuss... Well, um, we've been thinking..." "Thinking is usually a good idea," Colin responded, perplexed at what these two girls were getting at. "Thinking about what?" "Um, well...." Steven resumed, "I'm not sure how to put this..... " "Just say it, for God's sake!" said Colin, getting exasperated. "OK! Here it is, then! We're all horny, Colin! We all want to get fucked! Well, not all of us, exactly. But most of us. This is torture - we're all hot to trot and we must have a man! We can't take it any more!" "Very interesting, Steven" Colin replied. "No need get so worked up about it. It just shows you're normal girls. Normal girls want to get fucked. Who doesn't?" "The little Greeks don't, for starters," replied Steven. They've paired off two and two. They're not interested in men at all, it seems. They've been at it with one another all week. Everyone knows but you!" "I see. Well, I can't say I'm surprised. They're true to their nationality, I suppose. They were in each others' pants before. So now they're in each others' panties. Big difference. Go on...." "Well, seeing as there's now a man on the island, we all decided (all except the little Greeks)..." Colin knew what was coming. Her little womanheart sank. "Decided what?" she asked. "Well, seeing as we're all... well, horny, and that there's a man on the island, we've all decided that it's only fair that we... um... share him, if you know what I mean." It was precisely what Colin had feared. But she kept a stiff upper lip and did not betray her disappointment. "Of course I know what you mean. You all want him to fuck you, right? Well, to tell the truth, that's what I want, too. So what are we going to do about it?" she asked, her pretty face concentrated in a frown. "We've already done it!" Brad cut in. "We drew cards. All except the little Greeks. And Martin, who just got her period. We drew for you, too, but not for Justin, because she's got her period, too. Steve drew the Ace for you, so you're first... if you want to be, that is. Then me, then Neal, then Steve here, then the two big Greeks (who drew together) until daybreak..." "Yeah, the Greeks and I get after he's all worn out," Steven mourned, her pretty face in a pout. "Well, you had as good a crack at him as anyone!" Brad shot back. "Let's don't fight over it," cautioned Colin. "It sounds as if it'll work, assuming the Professor is game. Judging from how he ogled Justin and me on the way over when we had an impromptu wet T-shirt competition, I certainly think he's interested in fucking one and all of us. The little fact that we all used to be men is obviously a major turn-on for him. His eyes were practically bugging out of his head when he could see our boobs through our shirts, and though he tried to conceal it, he got stiff real fast. I can tell you, since I used to room with him on trips, that's he's built like a draft horse. It's pretty hard to conceal a tool like that when it's ready for action." "O, Goody" cried Steven and Brad together, jumping up and down in glee and clapping their little white hands. "We thought you'd be a prude about it!" "Not at all. We're all girls now. We have to do what comes naturally. I really don't see that we have a choice in the matter. So what's the plan?" "Well, we fixed up the best bedchamber in the temple" Brad continued, in that breathless voice that one woman uses when she is describing her interior decorating triumphs to another, "It has a balcony overlooking the sea. And a big cedar bed with a wonderfully soft mattress stuffed with ibis down. It'll be great to be fucked in that bed, with the sound of the sea crashing outside! It'll be a terrific way to lose your cherry! We decorated the chamber with flowers and draped the bed with the loveliest fabrics, and set out ewers of water and wash basins so we can... um, you know.... um... get... um... cleaned up afterwards." Colin was impressed that these two rather subservient girls had grasped the initiative. She couldn't have been more pleased except for the fact that now she'd be in direct competition with all the others. Well, at least she was first! That meant she'd have to go to extremes to be the best lay Draper ever had. Which could be a problem, as she was a virgin and knew nothing of female sexual technique. But they were all virgins! Besides, she could charm Draper in other ways.... she was brighter than the other girls, she knew, and Draper preferred intellectual girls to bimbos, so long as they fucked. Anyway, Colin could not really challenge what sounded like a majority decision. And, after all, she'd be the first. So she said, "Sounds like a great idea, girls! When do we start?" "Tonight," Steven replied. Your get two hours with him. Then it's my turn, then Neal's, and so on, as long as he'll last." "Knowing him, he'll last four or five girls. Five for sure, if the big Greeks go as a pair," Colin said. "O, we're so glad you're going along with us, Colin! You're a real sweetie!" cried Brad. "Well, let's not congratulate ourselves too soon," said Colin, with a serious look on her face. "Things like this rarely turn out as expected, you know. But now let's go get dressed! I can't wait to put on panties and a bra! I'm sick and tired of all these scarves and diaphanous gowns. Plus, I think we all could use some support." "Amen!" cried the other two girls, and they hefted their breasts in unison to emphasize the point. Each grabbed her basket of goodies and skipped on gaily ahead. Colin cried out, "Professor! We're done talking! Let's go up to the temple!" "Coming!" was the reply.
