The next day started just as usual. The Skipper and Gilligan started their chores. The Howells relaxed. The Professor continued to study the new plant. Mary Ann yawned as she stretched out her arms. She looked around to see Ginger had gotten up before her. After shrugging her shoulders, Mary Ann decided to go and visit the Howells.
Gilligan wandered through the forest looking for some vines for the Skipper. He hummed to himself as he walked. He bobbled his head to his own rhythms. As time progressed, he snapped his fingers as well.
"Ba da dee dee dee da," he sang, "bop bop do dee da."
"That sounds like a great song," spoke a sudden voice.
Gilligan turned around as he spoke, "Oh thanks Ging-errrr," he stuttered.
Instead of the red headed movie star he was expecting, the first mate saw a woman with deep brown eyes, ebony hair, and gorgeous sable skin. His eyes widened with awe.
"Y-You're not Ginger. You're Uhura," he stammered.
"What are you talking about Gilligan? It's me, Ginger."
She struck a seductive pose as if trying to prove it.
"Well, you sound like Ginger, you're even dressed like her. But you don't look like her," he rebutted as he shook his head.
"Are you alright?" the actress added with concern.
"The bigger question is, have you looked it a mirror lately?"
The woman in question cocked her head to the side.
"What do you mean?"
"Look at your hand."
Almost hesitantly, the actress switched her gaze downward. Her brown eyes widened as she noticed her sable hand.
"Gilligan," Ginger whined.
The first mate was jumping up and down.
"Right! Let's go find the Professor."
The goofy boy grabbed Ginger's wrist and led her through the jungle. They quickly made it to the huts. As Gilligan called for the Professor, Ginger rushed into her hut and over to her mirror. Her eyes widened further to see her ebony hair styled in an updo. She slowly began to poke her own, well, what she thought was her own, face. She smirked to herself.
"At least I didn't become hideous," she thought to herself.
"She's right in here," Gilligan said as he led the Professor inside.
Confused, the intelligent man locked eyes with Ginger.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're Nichelle Nichols," he spoke, "How did you get trapped on the island?"
Ginger crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
"Professor, it's me, Ginger."
The man jumped slightly as he heard the familiar voice. After composing himself, he walked over to the woman and began to inspect her. He lifted up her arm, poked her hair, and forced her eyes to widen. Ginger gently tapped his hands.
"Professor!"
"Well, you sound like Ginger…How did this happen?" the man asked, perplexed, "Have you eaten anything strange, lately?"
Ginger shook her head.
"Not that I know of."
The Professor snapped his fingers.
"I've got it! I bet it was that weird plant you found!"
"You could be right," she agreed.
"I'd have to run tests to make sure."
Ginger let out a huff.