Ch. 2: The Real Home of Happiness
Kayla Dalson stood on the shore and let the small waves tickle her bare feet. Breathing deep of the salty air, Kayla stretched and jumped into the water, submerging herself completely. The cool water, far more soothing than any skin cream, slid over her skin like silk. Opening her hazel eyes, Kayla observed the world around her, drenched in a crystal blue hue.
As she was able to hold her breath for at least three minutes, Kayla took her time viewing the underwater world. The oceans of Transsexual were never dirtied with human wastes and garbage; yet another thing Kayla was grateful for.
It was hard to believe it had been over a year since she had left Earth far behind; the planet of Transsexual felt more like home than her native planet ever had. True the days were shorter, being more like sun-drenched afternoons, but the nights were gorgeous, the Transylvanian moon far more luminous, and the stars brighter than any human could ever hope to see. Kayla was content.
Swimming up, Kayla broke the surface and inhaled fresh air. As she did, a voice nearby exclaimed,
"How do you do it, Kayla?" Kayla looked up at the nearby jetty to see Columbia staring at her. Like Kayla, she was garbed in a fairly skimpy bikini, but hers was golden compared to Kayla's green one.
"The more time you spend swimming, the longer you can hold your breath," Kayla replied, floating on her stomach and grinning at her friend, whom she now considered a sister in every way. Columbia rolled her eyes.
"Riff said you were swimming. He also wanted me to ask ya if you were growin' gills."
"Give me a few weeks and I won't disappoint you!"
"Oh, you're funny." Columbia slid into the water and swam next to her friend, although she didn't have Kayla's seamless grace in the water.
"Hey, did you ever join a swim club back on Earth on anything?"
"I was going to, but I don't like pools much. All that chlorine, yuck. Besides, I like swimming for fun; I don't think I could stand it if some one kept trying to tell me how to swim."
"I hear ya."
The two friends were enjoying their time together, when suddenly Kayla, who had ducked under water for about the hundredth time (by Columbia's count) felt strong arms enfold her. She was pulled back to the surface and a familiar voice said,
"Well, well, not quite a little mermaid, but she'll do."
"Oh, very funny, Frank!" Laughing, Kayla twisted around to meet Frank's kiss.
"You are such a sight in the water, my darling. So very… irresistible." Frank nuzzled Kayla's neck while Columbia squealed,
"Roc-ky! Put me down!" She was laughing too, so Rocky felt totally justified in clutching Columbia close while he sped from one jutting rock to another, his tanned muscles gleaming.
"Looks like they're having fun," Frank noted, watching the two before glancing back down at Kayla. "And you, sweet Kayla?"
"Always, Frank. Always." Kayla sighed with absolute pleasure as frank spun her in the water, feeling very much the luckiest girl in existence.
After awhile, the four swimmers lounged on large fluffy towels spread out on the sand. By that time, Riff Raff and Magenta had come down to the store, bringing with them a large assortment of food so that the entire group could dine on the beach while the sun sat.
As she ate, Kayla reflected on the past year. Frank's castle, which was also the ship that had transported them there, had come to rest right on the shore of the beach where the group now sat. The next day, Frank had hosted a huge party and it seemed all of Transsexual had show up. Slightly overwhelmed, Kayla had stayed close to Frank, who had introduced her to various people of importance on Transsexual. Kayla's sweet nature and soft voice had instantly captured everyone's attention and upon hearing that she had been a victim of the dreaded "false pleasure," she was immediately accepted into Transylvanian society.
"The poor little thing," Kayla had overheard a regal-looking woman saying to Frank as she went to get a drink. 'It's a good thing you rescued her when you did, Dr. Futer."
"Indeed. However, Kayla's a tough little thing. While I'm glad that she's safe here with me, I have no doubt that she'd have survived the environment she came from. But I wasn't going to leave her behind."
The regal-looking woman had smiled at Frank in such a way that made Kayla a little uncertain. As she drifted off, the woman paused and laid a hand on Kayla's shoulder.
"It's wonderful to have you here, Kayla. Dr. Futer is so taken with you and it's easy to see why."
"Thank you," Kayla replied softly as the woman left.
"My, my, not even a five minute conversation and already Mother adores you," Frank chuckled, moving closer to Kayla.
"She's your mother?" the girl had gasped in awe.
"As well as Transsexual's Queen." Frank smiled at the look on Kayla's face. "A little surprised, my darling?"
"Just a little," Kayla responded. And in fact, it was true. She'd had a feeling that Frank was of noble birth, but a prince! That was something else indeed.
Kayla learned much more about Transylvanian society after that night. For one thing, everyone referred to themselves as Transylvanians rather than Transsexuals, preferring to site their galaxy as their home world rather than their planet. This was done because Transsexual was the only planet in the galaxy and saying "Transsexual of Transylvania" had quickly gotten old for the planets' earliest inhabitants.
Another fact Kayla had quickly noted was that there was very little emphasis on gender roles. Sure, everyone knew the difference between a male and a female, as well as the fact that females could produce children, but that was pretty much it. Men and women swapped outfits with each other all the time and no one thought anything of it. In fact, when it came to pleasure, no one made a big deal of anything that would have been considered downright ludicrous back on Earth.
The main rule was not to hurt anyone. If some one told you to stop (and meant it), you stopped whatever you were doing. This didn't happen often, though; Transylvanians were so used to giving themselves over to whatever pleasure they felt like, they every rarely wanted to end it prematurely (if ever, in some cases). On top of that, every strange fetish possible was indulged in; it was all a matter of finding the right people.
Kayla, being new to the world and its customs, had not yet gotten completely crazy when it came to pleasure. She still slept with Frank on a constant basis and she adored him the way he adored her, as well as he did Columbia and Rocky, who were two of his permanent guests. However, he had no objections when he was with Rocky one night and Columbia with some one else, when Kayla spent the night with Paul, a young Transylvanian who, along with Columbia, had been Kayla's first friend. Paul was an experienced lover and treated Kayla like a princess and Kayla found herself attracted to his kindness. Since then, they'd shared many nights together, but Frank remained Kayla's favorite lover.
"Well, I think we'd best head back to the castle. Everyone else will be wondering where we've gone to." Kayla and the others stood up and followed Frank back to the castle, where another night of absolute pleasure was sure to follow. Kayla felt a sudden rush of excitement run through her body. Life on Transsexual was paradise and she didn't care if she never clapped eyes on Earth again.