Gilligan slept badly during the storm. It wasn't like the storm that wrecked The Minnow, where he'd tried to stay alert. Then he had tried to help the Skipper and comfort the passengers. There was nothing he could do to make things better now, but that didn't make sleep any easier.

He didn't know if he was groggy or dreaming when he heard Mary Ann say, "Gilligan, I don't want to die like this, without ever becoming a woman!"

"But, Mary Ann, you are a woman." He decided he was dreaming. How could Mary Ann doubt she was a woman? Gilligan had touched her chest enough to know that for sure. So he answered her more calmly than he would've if this was really happening.

"No, Gilligan, that's not what I mean." She sighed as if frustrated.

He cautiously opened one eye. "What do you mean?"

"Well, there are more things we could do together, things we could do if we were both naked."

Gilligan had wondered about that, but they had already done so much together, and this wasn't really the best time and place. "Wouldn't you rather wait till after we're rescued and we're someplace safe and dry?"

"Gilligan, listen to me. I'm starting to wonder if we'll ever be rescued. If we'll just die out here."
"But what about what you said about having faith in God?"

"Maybe it's not in His plan to save us."

He didn't know what to say to that.

Then she said, "I want you inside me, Gilligan."

"Like cannibalism?" Had Mary Ann gone crazy in the storm?

She shook her head. "No, the way women's bodies are, well, there's a way for part of you to fit inside me."

"Oh. Like my nose in your ear?"

"Sort of. Only much nicer. At least that's what I've heard."

Now she had him curious but he couldn't really picture it. "How does it work?"

She was blushing a little but she started undressing, awkwardly, perhaps because of the tarp over their heads and the canoe rocking in the storm. He was starting to get used to seeing her chest, but she didn't just undress above the waist this time. She peeled off her shorts and he could see her lower underwear! Even though he was her husband and she'd seen him naked, he felt like he might faint.

"Mary Ann!"

"Relax, Gilligan." She lay down next to him again and cuddled him.

His condition came back stronger than ever, holding her when she was almost naked. He couldn't help wondering what was inside her underwear and if it had something to do with a part of him fitting inside her. He was starting to speculate on which of his parts that might be, and he hoped he was right.

Meanwhile, the storm seemed to be holding its breath, as if it were waiting, too.

Mary Ann had Gilligan caress her breasts for awhile, and he was happy to oblige. Then she said, "Are you ready for me to be naked, Gilligan?"

He swallowed. "Yeah." He wasn't really but he thought he might die of curiosity if he didn't see it soon. And maybe she was right that they would die in the storm. It might be now or never. "Go ahead."

So she took off her underpants. He couldn't see too well from that angle and in that light, but he saw enough to see that she indeed looked nothing like he did.

"Mary Ann, you don't have a—I mean—"

"No, Gilligan, I don't. Instead I have this." She took one of his hands and guided it between her legs.

"Wow! Is this the part I could fit into?" There did seem to be an opening, sort of like a mouth but soft and toothless.

"Uh huh. Mmm, that feels nice. You're so sweet and gentle, Gilligan."

He was trying to be gentler than usual. This part of her was so unfamiliar to him but fascinating. He wondered if she'd meant that his fingers were the part that would fit in. Her part did expand to take the tip of one in and then more than the tip.

"Oh, Gilligan!"
"Is that OK? I'm not really sure what you want me to do."

So she told him and he followed her instructions as carefully as he could, till she started gasping and moaning. He realized that this was giving her release sort of like the release she gave him, only it seemed to last a much longer time.

When she quieted down, he asked, "Could you take care of my condition, Mary Ann? It's really bad right now."

She smiled and said, "I was planning to."

"Great!" He quickly stripped down.

She took hold of him like before, but this time she was guiding him towards her special part.

"Mary Ann, do you want to put it in there?" He hoped she'd say yes, although he wasn't sure how this would work.

"Yes, very much."
"I don't see how it'll fit. And the angle is funny."

"Oh, Gilligan." She lay on her back and then said, "I want you to lie on top of me."

"Won't I be too heavy?" He wasn't fat like the Skipper of course, but Mary Ann was small.

"No, it'll be fine." She spread her legs, probably to make it easier to bear his weight.

So, as the storm started up again, he clumsily climbed on top of her, her hands guiding him into position, one even on his bottom! And then the other hand slid his part into her part.

"Oh, Mary Ann, they fit! They fit perfectly!"

"Yes, Gilligan, they do."

It was nice and snug in there, but also wet, not like water, a different kind of wet. He looked down at her big brown eyes and sweet smile and then he found his part moving inside her part, the storm making their bodies rock together.

"Mary Ann, what's happening?" he asked, feeling both panic and wonder.

"Something completely natural, Gilligan."

"Oh, Mary Ann, I love you!" he cried, and then his part thrust hard into her part and the release came suddenly.

To his surprise, she laughed and said, "I love you, too, Gilligan."

"Are you a woman yet?"

"Yes, and you are now a man."

"Just think, we were a boy and a girl when we started this voyage."

She laughed more and then hugged him tight.