The Island -- Arrival
"You need to get away from the mainland. Get out to the islands", he'd told me. Since I had no real ties to the area anymore I followed his advice and caught the next flight. He was waiting for me at the airport. It was obvious the islands agreed with him, since he'd moved back he'd dropped a few pounds, gained a tan, and took 10 years off his face. He looked more fit than he had in years.
"Looking good Hooker" he said in greeting, "the new skin fits ya better!"
He was referring to the change that had affected several million people worldwide. Each of us becoming our most played WoW toons overnight. Having never played he continued to be the normal boisterous human male he'd always been. I, on the other hand, was now a seven-foot-tall blue-skinned Night Elf female. I still remembered everything about my life, still knew everything I'd ever learned, additionally, I was a skilled rogue, a swashbuckling fighter, a dual-dagger-wielding flurry of steel and death...with an amazing green thumb.
Of course, all he saw was the perfect figure and the pretty face. But the husky voice that had come along with the new body couldn't hide my personality, "Wassup cracker?" I said as we shook hands and pulled into a brotherly hug.
"Damn girl, yer gonna suffocate someone with that rack" he exclaimed. I grabbed my bag and we left the airport. Our ultimate destination was Maui, but to get there meant a boat trip with another buddy of his. A quick cab ride to the marina later and we were walking down the dock to a waiting sail boat. I was pleased to see that his buddy's boat was a sloop with the sleek lines of a racer. His buddy was pleased to see me as well, but I was pretty sure it was the physical appearance, and not anything he'd been told about me.
"Welcome aboard," he hollered as we stepped onto the gangplank, "just a couple minutes and we'll be underway!" I could hear the diesel idling below deck, as he cast off the last of the mooring lines and took his post at the helm of the vessel. "Whatchu think, huh?" he asked.
"She looks fast" I replied, "and well maintained." My eyes drifted around the boat and finally settled on the letters neatly stenciled above the hatch, "Nice name what's it mean?"
Our captain just chuckled "Kaikamahine Moku - it means Island Girl."
My buddy laughed and said "I LOVE ridin' the island girl!"
I just grinned and chuckled at the double entendre.
The captain turned to me and asked "You gonna stay overdressed, yer whole time here?"
"Excuse me?"
"You gonna chill, or be an uptight main-lander?"
"I am chill." I replied.
"Not dressed like that you aint." He grabbed a bottle from the ice-chest beside his seat and took a long pull, "You get yerself changed before we get to the island, or you gonna stick out worse than you already do."
I looked at my buddy, "Is he serious?"
"Aw man, leave her alone," and then to me, "Don' e'en worry 'bout it, he just wants to see yer tits!"
"Why the hell didn't he say so?" as I stood and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, "Didn't you tell him who I was?"
Both of them sat drop-jawed as I stripped out of the flannel I'd been wearing on the flight.
"I mean, really, I was a normal red-blooded American male" as I tossed the flannel into the galley and pulled my tee-shirt up and over my head, "I can appreciate a great set of tits as much as the next guy!"
My buddy started blushing furiously and grabbed the bottle from our grinning host.
The mouth of the harbor was slowly approaching, and there were other boats on the water around us. I reached behind me with both hands to unfasten my bra, "I've been wanting out of this thing for the past 12 hours, fucking torture device this is!" as I flung it down the hatchway with the rest of my discarded clothing.
"Much better!" I said, massaging the purple creases the infernal undergarment had left in my pale blue skin. "Whatchu think, cap'n?"
He grinned and tossed me a beer out of the ice-chest. "I like yer buddy Pauli, she not gonna be real popular with Pele though."
"I'm not super worried 'bout a volcano goddess" I replied, taking a pull off the cold beer in my hand.
My buddy almost choked on the mysterious contents of the captain's bottle.
The cap'n roared with laughter, "Here girly, you take the helm. Keep us on this bearing while I raise the sheet."
I stood at the helm, squinting at the open sea. My well-worn jeans hung low at my waist. I kicked off my topsiders and grinned at my buddy. He looked like a deer in the headlights. "Aw c'mon man, they're just tits!"
He turned away, "Yeah, but they're
your tits
. I guess it just really hadn't sunk in until now." He turned back toward me with an odd look, "Dude, what the fuck happened to you?"
"Nothin' man, I'm mostly the same guy I always have been, with a couple added skills and new packaging."
"But you're a chick, I guess," he looked puzzled for a second, "I mean, you are, right, all female?"
It was my turn to roar with laughter. "What, you wanna see t
hat
now, too?" I took a deep pull on my beer, "Gawd man, the tits almost sent you overboard, I show you anything else you're gonna have a coronary!"
We laughed it off while the captain raised the jib and shut down the diesel. When he was finished he shooed me away from the helm saying "Ya better get some sunscreen on those or yer gonna have burnt nipples, seen it before, and it ain't pretty when they peel."
I took my bag and went below, picking up my clothes as I passed them. In the forward cabin I stripped out of my jeans and pulled on a comfy pair of cut-offs, what was left of my old work jeans. I smoothed some sun block on any exposed skin and pulled on a thin cotton tank top to save my buddy any more embarrassment.
When I went back topside we had sailed out of sight of land. This didn't really phase me, I knew exactly where we were just by concentrating on it. The captain and my buddy were talking about the girls on Maui and which ones they'd like to get to know better. "Heya Tits," the captain said, "how you like your women?"
"I like my women like I like my coffee, blonde and bitter!"
Captain laughed and said "We got plenty o' bitter, but not a lot of blonde."
My buddy chimed in "She likes em with a big ass, dontcha Hooker?"
"Don't much care lately, it's all golden."
We laughed and the conversation carried on like that for the duration of the voyage.
By the time we pulled into the small harbor on Maui, the ice-chest was empty. I had always been kind of a lightweight, but the extra muscle mass and weight had tipped the scales in my favor now. As soon as the mooring lines were made fast the captain staggered below to pass out in the aft berthing. My buddy was in marginally better shape than the captain, but still in no condition to drive anywhere.
"Where's yer car, man?" I asked, "And how far is it to your place from here?"
"My car's in my driveway," he replied, "and it's about a ten minute walk from here."
"Lead on, ya drunk!" and off we went. I'd never been this sober after drinking all afternoon with him, and I thanked the Titans for an amazing metabolism. His place, as it turns out, was a little smaller than my house on the mainland, but a lot more open. There was a bathroom attached to a big bedroom. The kitchen/great-room made up the remainder of the house. His decorating was much the same as the condo he'd had prior to moving, but the house had a much older feel to it.
"What no extra room?" I mocked.
"This is it," he slurred, "looks like the couch is gonna be a little short for you, so you can have the bed 'til we get something else figured out."
I tried to argue, but he wasn't hearing it. "Arright, fine! I hate kickin' you outta yer bed though."
His only reply was a snore from the couch.
