The Island Ch. 02

Postscript:

From outside I heard the sound of helicopters. Of course I thought it was a joke so I ran outside to tell the men to stop it.

I had just put on a short white skirt with some white stay-up stockings with red bows on the top of them. The bows were very visible since my stockings were short. I had white sandals on with my red toe nails showing through the opening in the tips of the stockings. Actually, I thought the cut out in the stocking was quite a good fashion design. My blouse was sheer pink with my little breasts just barely pushing my nipples against the fabric. My lips were bright red and of course I was wearing a feminine pad against my 'clitette' and a tampon string hung out of my pussy. It was that time of the month. I had dried my hair outside in a breeze earlier and it was very curly and very long now. It hung well over my shoulders and I had a pink bow tucked into my blond curls. My earrings very visible because the hair fluffed out a bit away from my ears as I ran in a girly fashion, my ass wiggling since it was filled with Sir's cum and pee. There was no plug in me.

So I ran outside and before I knew it some military men grabbed me and put me into a helicopter saying, "Young lady, you are safe now. We are here to rescue you."

Once in the helicopter I saw the men. The doors were closed and the helicopter took off with just us in the compartment and two air force pilots flying the helicopter. It all happened so fast I didn't even have time to think. But, as the helicopter took to the air Sir moved close to me with a warning.

"Lauren, we are being flown to a US Navy destroyer. It would be best for you not to say anything about being Loren or what happened. Just play the girl until we get back to Florida and no one will know. You can go your way and this was just some fun. Probably a good plastic surgeon could remove your small breasts and we'll all pay for whatever you need. But remember, it would be much more embarrassing for you to be outed."

I realized Sir was right. What could I say that anyone would believe? No I'd be ridiculed. Better to be rescued as a woman and sort it out at Sir (why don't I just say Bob). Sir's pee and cum jiggled in me as the helicopter bounced around and finally descended to the flight deck of the US destroyer. Sir put his hand under my elbow and started to help me out. Outside a soldier grabbed me by my waist and hoisted me away from Sir.

"Welcome aboard the USS (I couldn't hear as the chopper blades turned) Ma'am," the sailor said.

I smiled and thanked him and asked if there was a lady's room somewhere. The men got off the helicopter.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said, "I'll escort you."

And with that we walked together. Actually he gave me a little forward room. If I slowed he slowed and as I walked my ass jiggled more than I had been taught to jiggle for over the past month due to the large amount of Sir's pee that filled it. I felt his eyes looking at my butt. I even blushed since I knew what he was thinking although he was acting the perfect gentleman. Quite a difference from the way the men had treated me.

"Right here Ma'am," he said as I saw the door marked LADIES.

I hesitated a moment and he asked, "Anything wrong Ma'am?"

"No Lieutenant," I answered as I pushed the door open.

"It's Ensign Ma'am," he said with a deferential smile, "but I'll just wait for you here."

With that I walked into the LADIES room. I hadn't been in any bathroom for quite awhile and never in the LADIES room. It was clean with a large mirror over the sink and there were two stalls. Looking in the mirror I could see I looked very much feminine. Actually I was amazed looking at myself in the mirror. I had become accomplished at my make-up and my breasts were so obvious I knew Bob was right. I wouldn't be able to explain any of this away.

Oh, I had to go so bad. I snapped right out of the thought went into the stall, pulled a sanitary bath cover out and put it on the seat. Then I lifted up my skirt, pulled down my panties, pulled the tampon out and sat on the toilet. Just before I started to let it all out I heard the door open. I froze.

"Hey Lauren, its ok," a female voice said and then entered the stall next to me.

I couldn't hold back and all of Bob's pee and cum started shooting out of me. It hit the water noisily.

"You sure had to go girl," the voice continued. "You sound like you haven't peed in a week." And with that she giggled a little. Then she continued, "I'm Lieutenant Jones, actually Doctor Jones and I'll be doing a medical exam to see if you are ok. Right now I just know your name is Lauren and you've been on that Island with those five men for nearly six weeks. So, when you're done we'll go to the medical bay and check you out."

I didn't know what to do. I was in shock. I was wiping myself, pulling up my panties, flushing the toilet and wondering what to say when I heard myself meekly answer, "Ok."

Then I left the stall and wet patted my face so I wouldn't mess up my make-up. She came out of the stall just at that moment bringing her hand up to shake mine.

She said, "You can call my Josie."

I shook her hand and whispered, "I have to talk to you privately."

"Alright, we'll go right to my office first," she answered.

And with that we walked out of the bathroom. She dismissed the Ensign and I sort of followed her to her office. We passed many men and I felt all of their eyes but at the same time I felt safe with her by my side and them saluting her. I also felt afraid of what would happen when I told her the truth but realized no matter what Sir had said I would have no choice here.

Once at her small office I sat in the chair next to her desk and blurted out I was really a guy who became a girl on the island. I didn't dare tell her I was forced or anything like that. Instead, I told her it was my own doing. Now I know you wonder why I did that. But it was what Bob had said in the helicopter that stuck in my mind. If I could get out of her without anyone knowing I could go back to my life without anyone knowing.

Of course she asked about my breasts and I lied saying I had been taking hormones for quite some time but no one knew in my family and all I wanted to do is get home without anyone knowing I was a man. I continued with my made up story about going to live with Bob and that I loved him.

"Well, Lauren, I can really understand how you feel and I think I have an idea," Lt. Josie said in a calm voice. "But first, I'll have to examine you. I am a doctor so don't worry about that. After we'll settle you in with me and I'll tell the Captain it's best for you after the last six weeks on the island with just men that you just be with a female for the trip to Florida. You can have your dinner in my room or come to the galley with me depending on how you feel. We should be in Florida by early morning. Is that ok, honey?"

Of course I complied and spent the next 12 hours in an adjacent room to hers in case a woman was sick on board and need to be segregated from the men. Across the hall was a shower and she lent me some make up. And by late morning I was smiling goodbye to her as I walked down the gangplank with Sir taking my arm.

We passed a few photographers and news reporters. I didn't say a word. Sir handled everything and a few hours later I was with him at his home. Actually it was more like an estate. It was fenced in and had a swimming pool etc. I sat down on his sofa and fell asleep.

I must have slept about six hours. Bob woke me up and the TV was on.

Bob said, "you won't believe this."

There on the screen was a TV anchorman holding my diary saying how I was really Loren Westley not Lauren. The anchorman continued to stay tune regarding this bombshell news at 7pm.

Well, to get to the point, somehow Bob's lawyer talked to the news station and made a deal I would give an interview if my diary was returned and no mention of its contents were made to anyone. Of course I had to approve which I did and so at 7pm I gave a live interview of how I was a willing woman to the men for the six weeks and how well they treated me. There was allusion to sex but it was left to the listener to decide whether I did or not. But no matter what it was consenting.

Now, why did I do that? For the same reason I told the ship's doctor I didn't want anyone to find out. I would have been more then mortified if my diary had been made public.

But now, instead it's private. I'm living with Sir and washing his clothes, cooking the meals while he tries to figure out what is best for me.

And, dear diary, that's what happened to my life.