Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2007 20:34:18 -0500
From: erj210@aol.com
Subject: My Life as a Tramp Pt 7

Disclaimer.

This Story is meant mainly for adults, and is just for such.

Story:  This story has multiple parts.  This is based on a story by The
Professor called Withes of Fairmount High, so you may have to read parts of
it in order to understand parts of this story.


My Life as a Tramp
Part 7


As I waited for my group to arrive, I sat and thought about the boy who
disappeared into the water.  I thought about his youthful appearance, his
angelic smile, his perfect body, and why is my mind so wrapped around him.
Yes, I have allowed myself to become obsessed with this boy.  But so far,
as I watch the horizon, I have not scene him on any incoming waves.  Plenty
of surfers have come in, and gone back out again, and unless it's like the
departure runway to JFK airport out their, I assume he should have been in
by now.

Of course, Sean's arrival left me little time to continue.  Then the
eventual arrivals of Michelle and Rachel saw me investing more time into
setting up beach towels than worrying over a boy.  Of course, Sean was the
first to want to run into the water, of course, I followed.  If I was going
to spend my day on a beach, I wasn't going to spend it on the shore looking
like some sort of idiot.  I joined Sean in the water, and we began our
rather informal play time.  There was really no rules, or any formal
activities.  The whole idea was just to swim around, jump over or into
incoming waves, or possibly even just see who could hold their position on
the bottom the longest while the water ran out to sea.  Eventually Rachel
came to join us, but Michelle seemed occupied with a rather large book of
her's.  From what I could figure, it's a manual for some sort of aircraft.

"Apparently she's planning on applying for a promotion at her company."
Rachel says noticing my glare at the book.

I'm not to surprised at this, she has often stated that the company she
works for will max you out if your not willing to move up.  In her case it
means larger aircraft, and longer routes, I'm only surprise she didn't tell
me.

"Well, I guess that's good."  I say rather depressed to find this out threw
Rachel.

I turn back towards the open sea to see several large waves heading in.

"Well, they look like fun."  I say regaining my enthusiasm for the
situation.

"So, you just jump threw them?" Rachel asks.

"Or under the, or you just stand up and try to take it full on." Sean
remarks.  "That's one thing about being were we are, there's little chance
of really being sucked out and drowned because were in water that's only a
few feet deep during the highest of waves."

She nods her head.  Since were all kneeled down, it looks and feels as if
were in five feet of water, but only an idiot would go out that far with
nothing to float on.

The first set of waves sees me jumping into them.  Of course, this makes my
vision rather obscured as I left my goggles in the room.  I settle on the
surface, and try to dry the area around my eyes enough so that I can see
without having to worry about water filling them.  I can hear a rather
large wave approaching, but think little of it. I figure its far enough
away so that I could easily respond, and even if it isn't, I can simply
stand up.  I manage to dry most of the salt water when someone screams
"Look out!"

In a panic, I open my eyes to see a yellow surf board bearing down on me.
The surfer himself is slightly in front of the wave, and therefore not
included in my calculation.  With no were to go, I decide the safest place
is down below the water.  I dive down as deep as I can go in the shallow
water. Basically hugging the ground, I am eventually met with the rather
hard ramming of a soft yet rigid object.  I surface immediately to check
for damage and to see what hit me.  Without even worrying about my eyes, I
open them up to see him.  It's the boy from earlier.  From the looks of it,
he bailed off his board so that it would move to the side instead of
hitting me, but that didn't matter.  I am immediately taken in by his
perfect emerald green eyes.  My heart starts to race and a warmth overcomes
my body.

"Hi."  I say in a rather muted, nervous since.

"Hi." His response only confirms that he to must have the same feelings
that I do, or at least I think so.

Before I can say anything else, my mind all the sudden remembers the wave
that I was tracking earlier.  Still knelt down, and to taking in by this
boy, I have no time to react to the seemingly ten foot wave that
immediately encapsulates the both of us.  Less that a second after that,
were both under the water.  Were knocked down under, and straight into the
shallow bottom. As we hit, I can feel his body collide against mine.  I
immediately hug my arms around him, not out of shock, but out of sexual
instinct.

After a few seconds go by, we both stand.  Nether of us were prepared for
that, and both needed that air the surface provided.  We both completely
stood out of the water, and gasped for breath.  We then looked at each
other, and laugh a little.  Eventually, are two respective groups show up.

"Man, Aeron, you got creamed by that wave."  The young boy I figured to be
his brother says in a rather heavy accent that I'm not too familiar with.
Of course, this being Florida, I'm sure it's not Hispanic.  It must be
European, and not a popular one at that.

"Yeah, I guess." Aeron responds in the same accent.

`Yes!'  I think.  `I fall for a guy from a foreign county.  There's no way
we can do anything now.  He'll be off to some obscure land that I could
never afford to go to.'

He then looks back at me.  "Are you okay."

"Yeah, I'm fine, you?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry I got in your way."  Remembering how this all started.

"No, its my fault.  Surfers are always supposes to look out for swimmers.
They own the beaches, well, except for competitions."  His smile at the end
of that sentence causes my body to burn, including my face.

"So, were are you from?"  I ask instinctively.

Out the side of my eye I can see his brother roll his eyes.

"Venez sur Aeron, vous avez entendu ce que la maman nous a dit. Nous avons
seulement assez de temps pour un plus couru." His brother suddenly yells in
what must be their native language.

Aeron looks at him and responds, "Wille, den du auf einer Minute
hältst. Wir haben viel der Zeit."

Okay, not surely sure were there from, but I'm betting those are two
different languages.

His brother gives him some sort `I don't care, speed it up' look.  Aeron
turns to me, and continues, "How about we talk some other time. Are you
doing anything at seven?"

"Sort of, I'm going to a dinner..."

"For the yacht show?"

"Yes. Actually."

"That's what were here for to.  How about we meet up in the lobby after
dinner"

"Sure."

He then takes his board, which is only a few feet away, and starts for the
open water with his brother in tow.

After a long pause, I remember were I am and look around.  Both Rachel and
Sean are still playing in the surf, and I don't think they would have
noticed anything.  I decide its best to head in, and lick my wounds.

Upon arriving back at my towel, I lay back, and hope the sun can dry of
some of this salt water.  Of course that's when a set of clouds roll in.

"Having fun?"  Michelle suddenly asks.  I look over to her.  She appears to
not have even taken her glance out of the book entitled Boulevard Airlines
Boeing 777 Training manual.

"Why didn't you tell me you were trying to get a promotion?"  I asked.

"Well, we've been a little busy talking about other things.  Like you now
dealing with pumps, dresses, bra's, and boys."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I saw the way you looked at him.  I've been watching you while doing other
things for years, you don't think I can't do it while looking at a book
that's features tons of pictures?"

I guess she could.  And she is telling the truth.  While we've been close
cousins she's still older than me and often responsible for me when we go
places. I sit up, and decide that this may need to be reviewed.

"Its not what you think." I obviously lie.

"Yes it is. You're a girl that was made so that you could hump any man
within a fifty mile radius.  You told me that yourself, even if not in so
many words.  Your mind is wired like a girl's.  Trust me, I know.
I've...been there."

I look down at my lower body.  Instead of looking at a flat stomach and a
pair of swim trunks, all I see is a red bikini top, and bottom, and breast
invading my view of my stomach.  "How did you deal with this?"  I ask her.

"I don't know.  I just did.  But you found out faster than I did.  Its not
as hard for you to transition simply because you know that there is a way
back for you. You knew you weren't being betrayed, but this was only for
your own good at the time.  Unlike other kids, you've never really been a
problem when being punished. Its as if you knew someone always had your
best interest at heart.  Me on the other hand, I knew it was for something
petty, something I could have lived without.  I wanted to be a pilot before
I was transformed.  But afterwards, I had hopes of a basketball career in
the then promising WNBA.  I didn't care much about anything else, except
for boys.  Then I realized what happened.  Then I was told there was no way
back.  It completely destroyed me.  So I decided to relive my male dreams
as much as I could."  She pauses, as if what she is about to say has been
hard for her to except.  She even places the book down, and stairs
hopelessly into the sand.  "To be honest, this may have gotten me what I
wanted in the first place.  At first, I figured the Air Force was my only
way into a cockpit, but I never liked the idea of killing others, or even
taking others or things to kill or be killed.  I couldn't support that. As
a girl, a new optioned opened, because a top school in Maryland opened
recruited me.  Then, one day, I say a training course being taught in on of
the classrooms.  I stayed, and at the end, before I could escape, I was
called forward.  The teacher had seen me enter.  He asked me a lot of
questions, of which I answered.  He even gave me a number, and a website
for the student pilot training program the airline had going.  So I
called. They had a system that would train me from the private license I
already had, a sort of carry over from when I was a boy, to a full
commercial license.  From there, I got a job with the company, and since
they were experiencing such a huge growth, and I didn't mind relocating, I
advance quickly threw the company. I went from ATR's to 767's in less than
a decade.  While most other airlines were struggling, mine decided to take
advantage of all the cuts in competitors route, and exploded in growth. I
would have never had that opportunity as a guy.  Honestly, I hadn't heard
of the state of Maryland before that.  Now, I'm set to go back for my
triple seven international route training course."

"But I thought you wanted to stay domestic?"

"Well, there is another reason why I decided to apply.  You see, I have a
co-captain that I often fly with.  Matter a fact, were always stuck on the
Los Angeles to Boston run because of a shortage of co-pilots qualified for
the aircraft.  We decided to that we would apply together for one of the
big international routes that play twice as much, and often carry two
crews, like the one to Japan out of Ft. Lauderdale."

"Wait, is he a he?"  I asked as carefully as I can.

"Yes.  I wouldn't even started liking him if it wasn't for his son.  He
brought him along one day, and I fell in love with him, then with him.  You
know, I've been a girl now for ten years.  My mind still has all that
female training in it that does nothing but prepare me to have children and
be a mother.  For the longest time, I've felt like there's been something
missing.  Now I know what it is.  I hate to say it, but I've hated being a
girl every since I realized what was done to me.  Now, its become a part of
me. Even if your friend can change me back, I'm not sure I'd let her. But,
I would have her place a spell on Tristan, to make sure he could never have
this happen to him unless he wants it."

I didn't believe it. After everything about her began making such perfect
since, she then pops a new one on me.

"So, none of that would have happened if you had found out."  I say softly
and still looking over my modified body.

"Yes, well, things just happened to work out for me.  I mean, if I had done
things the way I was going to, and gone to that school up in Daytona, I
would probably be stuck working in some job I never cared for. It just so
happened I met a guy in charge of hiring, and before they changed a lot of
their policies, and before planes were being used like missiles.  All that
would have happened if I was or wasn't a girl.  But, because I was I
managed to get lucky.  But you haven't been one long enough to have any
such life changing events happen to you. You can still change back in be
none worst the wear. I'm just saying, what your going threw could be good,
but it could be bad.  But, like any other girl now, you would have to
evaluate that for yourself."

She then picks up the book and starts reading, but I need to tell her about
the one missing part of this whole situation.

"I had sex."  I suddenly blurt out.

Michelle drops the book again, and immediately turns to me.  "What!?"

I take a deep breath.  I begin to explain the situation with, oddly enough,
Mike.  I say how I couldn't control myself, nor did I know what to do
afterward.  I tell her that there was nothing used.

She takes a deep breath, and then looks me over, I guess looking for some
sign if I might be pregnant.

"Does she know?"

"No. Neither does anyone else."

"Well, I don't know what to tell you. The science on pregnancy changes from
one girl to another.  You could get pregnant, or not.  But if this witch is
out to make you pregnant, then odds are you might be.  Then again, she
wanted you to become a whore, so it may only still be the luck of the
draw. It may explain why she needed many in hopes of getting lucky.  Then
anyone else who did get pregnant would just lead to bragging rights."

Great, that's nice to know.

"So, what should I do about Aeron?"

"Well, what did you plan on doing?"

"I planned on meeting up with him after the dinner. That's all, but I'm not
sure I can trust myself with him."

"Yes, well, these feelings are nothing different from what you dealt with
as a guy.  Yes, they seem much greater, but all and all, there the same.
All you need to do is control them, and if you do think he is right for
loving, then get a condom.  But tell me right afterward.  We may have to do
something if that fails."

"Like what?"

"Well, this is Ft. Lauderdale, and Miami is only a few miles to the south.
There has to be a free clinic some were around here?"

"Your not talking about an abortion are you.  I could never do that, I'm
catholic for crying out loud."

"I'm talking about a morning after pill. But we'd have to act fast."

"But isn't that the same as..."

"No it isn't, and besides, do you want to go home, explaining to your
parents why you got pregnant on the first time you went on a trip with
friends.  They'll ether lock you up, or kick you out like Kim."

She's right, but Kim wasn't pregnant.

I decide to just fall back on the towel, and stare back up at the sky.  "Oh
boy, now I know were those for abortion people get their argument from.  I
wonder if there's another way."

"There is, its called abstinence."

To Be Continued...