(Read Part 1 First) Becky quietly slipped out from under Deem's arm. Smiling as he grumbled something and rolled back up in his sleeping bag. Deem had always hated mornings, and Becky knew she had a little time for herself. She pulled Bill's AC/DC concert shirt over her head, and grabbing Bill's duffle bag, she slipped out of the small shed. Becky needed to discover what was still useful for her. Settling down onto a log nearby she started to sort through the contents of her back.
A couple of concert shirts, and XXL ones at that. Looking down at herself, Bill's shirt hung to just below mid-thigh. Suitable skirts, she supposed, but definitely way too big to be anything else.
Next, she pulled out a couple of tank tops. Holding them up, shaking her head.
"I don't think so," she giggled to herself. "I would spend the day falling out of these."
She set the tank tops in a new stack she started to call her "Definite Bill" stack.
As soon as this crossed her mind, she settled to sit on the log that Deem had pulled over to their fire pit last night. Her brain started to have a conversation that had been going on all night. Just 24 hours ago, she had been Bill, a 6'2", 250-pound stocky guy. All of this stuff had been perfect for him. Then, he had touched a locket on a skeleton in a cave, and "poof," he had been knocked unconscious. When he woke up, he had changed, looking down at her new body, probably 5'5" at the best, and if he weighed 120 pounds, he would be shocked.
Not only had his body changed, but a voice joined him in her head and started to change his subconscious thinking. Shaking her head, red hair flying wild around her head.
Her... Him... His... Hers... It was still hard to wrap her head around the idea. But the subconscious mind of Becky was definitely helping. As she faded in and out of sleep all night, she slowly started to think of Bill like a vivid dream, and Becky was her reality.
Becky stood and thought, "Ok! I am Becky, and that is that. Time to get your head around that, and let's make the best of it!"
Standing, she returned to her task, two stacks. The "Becky's" clothes stack and the "Definite Bill" stack. Concert t-shirts in one stack and tank tops in another.
"I am definitely going to need to change this wardrobe," Becky giggled to herself.
She reached in the bag and pulled out several pairs of boxers, plaid and striped. Shaking her head, well, these are definitely not going to fit, but maybe with a little stitching she could make something that would work as panties.
Setting the boxers in the "Becky's" stack, she next pulled out a few pairs of socks. Sitting on the log, she tried pulling one on. Running her hand up her leg, definitely different, Bill had large calves; on the other hand, Becky found her legs shapely but definitely thin. They were also extremely smooth, running her hands up and down her legs. She found there was some thin hair there, but it was blonde to the point of being invisible. It looks like a little shaving but not a regular thing. She pulled one of Bill's tube socks up her legs; she had to giggle.
"Well, these were leggings if I were living in the 1980s! I just need a headband! Sheess... No socks here; maybe I can use them for something," Becky mumbled to herself.
Next she pulled out several pairs of shorts; luckily, two of these were drawstring shorts. They would look stupid but could be pulled up tight enough to be functional.
Finally, Becky pulled out a small leather bag; opening it, she found a toothbrush and paste, a few first aid items, and a few condoms.
"Holding them up, well, I guess I will not need these." Becky thought to herself. Looking back up at the shed, "Ok, I will not need them for a while, anyway."
Double-checking, Becky found Bill's wallet, passport, and small wrap of cash.
Opening the wallet, she saw her old face staring back at her. Did she want that back? Was Becky right? Would she find her new life and body better than her old life? She guessed only time will tell.
She quickly checked all of the cards. Well, these should still work. As she remembered, the two accounts Bill had set up for international business had plenty of money in them. Not enough to live forever, but enough to help her get a new start. Finally, $2500 that he had in cash for emergencies. She was happy that she had prepared for most situations. Looking down at her form covered by the t-shirt, she giggled, "Most situations!"
Standing, she put all of the "Becky's" stack, the toiletries, wallet, and cash back into the duffle bag. Leaving the other things out to discuss with Deem about what they could do with them.
Looking down, she had sand on her legs and across the front of her shirt.
"Well, Becky, looks like you need a bath," pulling the shirt over her head, leaving her standing naked. She slowly walked out towards the water. Closing her eyes, she felt the morning sun start to warm her.
Wading into the water, she jumped the first couple of waves, then dove into the face of the next wave. After several long strokes, she found herself just past the waves and rolled over onto her back. Well, that was easy enough, she thought. I guess this long-limbed body had its advantages. Floating there, she looked down to see her new body, her breasts visibly bobbing in and out of the water with the motion, each nipple hard and pointing towards the sky.
"Well, as Deem said, at least I am cute!" She giggled to herself.
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Deem watched her kneeling next to Bill's duffle bag, slowly making two stacks of his clothes and quietly mumbling to herself. Damn, she was pretty, he thought, but then again, she was also Bill. But was she really Bill? Definitely not Bill's body, but all of Bill's attitude and sense of humor.
"Definitely not Bill's body," Deem whispered to himself, watching her stand and peel off the t-shirt she was wearing. The hips flared out and tapered into an amazing pair of legs. Add to this the long mane of red hair that flowed down her back. As she moved to the water, he got a great side-boob shot. Not huge, but damn, they did not sag, even a little, as she trotted to the ocean. And those nipples, they always seemed to be hard; they even looked a little small for the small C-cup breasts.
Watching her dive into the waves, he was amazed as she swam out beyond the waves in just a few strokes. He remembered that Bill was always a great swimmer, and this beauty had definitely carried that skill over into this body.
Deem watched as she floated for a few minutes. "Ok, Deem. Quit watching and find a reason for joining her!"
Looking up at the sun "Becky, you are not Bill, and you are a natural redhead! The sun is not your friend, like it was for the old you!"
Deem walked out into the surf, standing knee-deep in the surf watching Becky bob in the waves, her breasts floating just at the surface. Shaking his head, she had been out here for 10 minutes, and he thought it was possible that she was already turning a little red.
Diving under the waves, he swam with strong strokes, making sure he would come up just a few feet behind her head.
The sound of the waves hid the noise he made while surfacing about 5 feet behind her.
Quietly floating up just a foot behind her, "You know, natural redheads do not do well in the sun, and Becky, you are definitely a natural redhead." Chuckling as she jumped and spun around.
