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The sun hit her straight in the eyes as the boat softly bumped against a coastal wave. Jack—or rather, as everyone had started calling her lately, Jenna—sat up a bit, feeling the red bikini fabric stretch between her butt cheeks. Her blonde hair, still as strange as those two now very alive parts on her chest, made her frown.
— Finally... — Ashley breathed out, staring at the approaching shore. She wore a blue bikini, which, like all the other girls here, she hadn’t chosen herself but simply... simply woke up in on this yacht. Unlike Jack, though, she had at least stayed a girl—just like all the other girls around. — I thought we’d never get out of there.
The boat slowed down. At the wheel stood Ray—the same old man from the plane—who, like all the girls here, had changed too. Now he looked like a thirty-year-old athlete; the steering wheel rested easily in his hands, dark glasses hid his eyes, and his smile was filled with a confidence the old Ray never had.
— Shore’s close, ladies, — his voice, still not entirely familiar, sounded calm. — Get ready.
Jenna frowned again. “Ladies” — a word she still couldn’t get used to hearing addressed to her. Only a few days had passed since they woke up on this yacht, but to her, it felt like an eternity filled with shock, denial, and a quiet, growing horror. She remembered how, before the Bermuda Triangle, she’d been Jack—a tall, confident man who loved sports and would’ve never been caught dead wearing something like this tiny red bikini.
— Jenna, you okay? — Maya sat down beside her. A girl with long black hair tied in a bun and a violet swimsuit. — You’re staring at the water like you wanna drown yourself.
Jenna flinched. — No, come on, — she reacted quickly. — Just... just thinking. How... how the hell are we supposed to explain this? Or maybe none of this is even real, like in that movie where people get stuck on an island after a plane crash?
— Well, we’re all in the same boat, — she said, and only then realized how literally that sounded for them right now. — I mean, um...
— I know what you meant, — Jenna allowed herself a quick smile but hid it just as fast. — Just saying, if I’d known, I’d never have boarded that plane...Full story (9 200 characters - 2 parts) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon