The week that followed was one of young love, during which I grew addicted to being ravaged in my ass. It was like the weather added its own touch, as a newly developing storm was coming at us from behind. The navigation computer suggested a course more north, and let the majority of the storm pass south of us. And as we sailed on meters high waves, with temperatures quickly falling, we were both strapped in our safety vests, with ropes tethered to the boat, in case we'd go overboard.

We slept in shifts, one of us always in control of the boat. We were both wearing leggings now to deal with the cold, and I fell in love with the leather look ones that fit me so well. They were both warm and sexy and I knew I was driving Carmen wild too.

When it was my turn to sleep I would find the dildo and push it deep inside me and flip the switch, and let the orgasm take my pent up energy, so that I would sleep deep and dreamless afterwards. And I knew that Carmen was doing the same, although she probably pounded her pussy, I wasn't sure. Maybe she kept her pussy free of penetration until marriage, and maybe she pounded her own ass as well.

When the storm was finally past us, so was all the energy in the air, with days of no wind. And the dildo gave up as well, completely depleted. I had brought spare batteries on board for all equipment and tools that weren't hooked to the main. But nothing matched the batteries that the dildo needed. And a new type of frustration set in.

After three days and nights of no wind, a completely flat ocean, and little energy in bed, other than frustration, Carmen suggested an alternative. She said she had a different type of dildo that resembled the shape of a dick more or less. It wouldn't vibrate like the dildo, but it could pulsate, like a real dick. And if I was interested to try it, she would blindfold me again, like that first time with the dildo.

I gave it a long long thought and two seconds later I told her to try it on me. And in anticipation of what was coming I spread my legs wide. This time it wasn't cold. It was warm and still a bit slippery. It was thicker than the dildo, and Carmen was careful again with the speed she used to fill me up.

It was clear now what she meant by pulsating, as it felt almost like the thing was alive, with blood pumping back and forth, stimulating the walls of my intestines. And although I couldn't see, thanks to the blindfold, I could almost sense her close by, her breath hitching from the effort to move that “dick” inside me. My love for her grew only more, the way she put my sexual wellbeing before her own.

A much deeper, slower satisfaction was developing inside me, and I felt indeed I was reaching my peak without the need for that vibration. And then, in the next second, that dick started spraying my insides and it took me over the top. As I cried out I heard Carmen scream as well, and I was more on fire than any session with the dildo before.

When the spray stopped I came finally down from the best orgasm in my life, and suddenly I felt Carmen's full weight on top of my body, her sweat mixing with mine. And a realization suddenly kicked in. I ripped the blindfold from my face, and saw the sweat on Carmen's face, as she was trying to kiss me. I let her, but in the meantime I moved my hand down to my asshole, where the dick was still inserted, and it was also attached to her.

I carefully pushed her away from me, and as she pulled away I saw in her face now also the realization that I knew. And she moved back slowly, and I could see the dick in her crotch slowly pulling out from me, and with a plop it came completely out and I could feel the cum rush out of my ass. The dick was real, was hers, and had just shot a load of semen inside me.

Tears were rolling down her cheeks now, as she could not tell how I felt about all this. Heck, I didn't even know how I felt about this. But, I figured honesty was the most important thing right now, and I said “Wow! That was the best fuck I ever had in my life. Why didn't you tell me?”

It was like her face lit up, so big her smile suddenly was. “If you had known… would you have kicked me overboard? Or sailed back to the island that first day? Would you have slept with me in the same bed, our only bed? Would you have fallen in love with me, like I fell in love with you?”

Those were all very good points. And she was right, I probably would have sailed her back to where she came from. And I definitely wouldn't have fallen in love with her, the way I did. Of course I had heard of transgender women, but I was sure that you could always tell. How wrong I was on that. And how much of that matters still once you have fallen in love?

Yes, I was still, undoubtedly, in love with her. Maybe things would have been different if I knew and I had been the one fucking her ass. Would I have cum as hard as I did now, the way I was being fucked? Was I the girl in this relationship?

How easy had I accepted wearing her clothes? Okay, I had no choice, but in just a few days I enjoyed the soft fabric on my skin, my hairless body, the tightness of the leggings, the sexiness of the sleepwear, my hair in a feminine ponytail, and even the way the skirts showed off my legs. I had accepted the non-use of my dick, while enjoying being pounded in the ass, a real dick being the highlight. Yes, I had acted as a girl in many ways. Was that what Carmen wanted?

It was. When we talked things over, she explained that all her money had gone into her transformation. She wanted to see America, but couldn't afford the flight. And meeting me in her gym gave her the idea of becoming a stowaway, a hitchhiker. She liked me as a person, and figured I'd take her along, but she didn't have any romantic thoughts about us, simply because she still fancied other women. As a matter of fact, that was her biggest worry, me liking her in a sexual way, which would surely give her away, and that's how she came up with the cage idea. The same cage she had used herself early in her transition, when she dated a lesbian woman, who couldn't stand her dick.

The fact that she had emptied out my “spare” clothes, was truly an accident, more caused by my father. He would bring my clothes back to Ireland, and she had hidden the second key to the cage in a zipper pocket of one of my pants, to make sure I could free myself eventually, no matter what happened to Carmen.

Then, when I started wearing her clothes, I became more and more girly, and now she did start having romantic thoughts about the new me, up to the point we both fell in love. She was so happy I liked to take the dildo up my ass, but when that stopped and she saw my frustration, she took the risk to finally give herself away. And thank God that I enjoyed it. Her dick would never need a battery, and she hoped we could fuck every night from now on.

There was one thing though that would make things truly perfect. The light padding in my bra tops didn't do much to give me more female curves. But if I were willing to wear her old breast forms, the sexual part in our relationship would be perfect for her as well.

It wasn't a tough decision. She had risked everything in trying to please me and save me from my sexual frustrations. And I was curious to be honest how much better I would look, and how much sexier. I wanted her to be happy as well, I wanted her complete love, and the only way to accomplish that, was by giving my own.

When she decided to start a new life in the Americas, she sold everything she owned, which wasn't much to begin with, except for her most precious belongings. And part of that were her old breast forms, from before she started growing her own. She showed them to me and they felt incredibly real. I figured I would have to start wearing bras to hold them against my body, but she showed me a small bottle of glue.

And just like that, an hour later, these breasts were part of me. And they wouldn't come off without the right dissolvent, which she finished years ago, when they had to come off her own body. But no worry, the glue bottle showed the exact name of the dissolvent, so we could buy it once needed.

Everything changed, with just having breasts. The workout tops I loved so much suddenly had to give some relief to the new weight on my chest, and they did so by giving me curves. I had to stand more straight with my center of gravity in a different spot, which made me look taller and in a way made my breasts stand out more. Combined with the matching skirt I looked attractive, and I wished suddenly that I had a full-size mirror on the boat. But, with the pictures that Carmen made I had a pretty good idea of my looks. Just needed a tad of makeup, she suggested.

I knew she didn't use much herself. We typically don't have time with so many things to do onboard. But she always did something to her lips and eyes, and she showed me in five minutes what my new look could be. And I felt cute. Pretty even.

I asked her to give me a new name, and we settled eventually on Claudia. Claudia and Carmen sounded like a couple that belonged together, and suddenly I couldn't stop laughing. And although she had no clue why, Carmen laughed with me. It was almost hysterical at some point, until she wrapped her arms around me, our breasts now pushing together, and she asked what was so funny.

It was my dad, I explained. My dad had helped her get onboard. Probably thinking we'd fall in love and start making grandbabies. He got the love part right, but neither of us would ever carry a child. Instead he gained two daughters. My sister would be thrilled though, always telling me she wished I was her older sister.

Carmen got serious suddenly. She had a twin sister, who was biologically female. And who had promised already to bear a child for her. All Carmen had to do was to provide sperm from the father. Which could be mine. And I wondered if my sister would do the same, with Carmen's sperm. Suddenly a future, a family, with her seemed very feasible.

In the weeks that followed we had seriously good weather with perfect winds. And our relationship had grown more intimate as well, perfect in its own way. Sex was better and better every night, and I couldn't even think of myself as anyone but Claudia, Carmen's girl. Carmen's wife, I soon realized.

We sailed OUR boat together, and we considered renaming it to Duo. We cooked together now, and I was amazed how much fun that was, now knowing what we were doing. I learned so much!

As we got closer to our destination, traffic got busier, and we had to sail the last stretch in shifts, as the autopilot would alarm every five minutes. In the end it had taken us seven weeks to reach St Martin, and we jokingly called it our seven honeymoon weeks.

The Dutch part of St Martin was very friendly towards transgenders. Although it was me who was the transgender, since Carmen's passport showed that she was female. And so many weeks ago I thought the first thing I would buy were male clothes. Instead I bought some dresses in my size, my first pair of heels, and I got a new haircut and my makeup fully done for the first time in my life. I was finally ready to make the call home.

It was way past midnight that we were in an internet cafe, and around seven in the morning back home. My mom answered the video call and I saw some confusion on her face. Until I said “Hi mum”, trying my deeper voice again, after talking like a girl for more than a month. “Ian?” she asked, and I nodded, saying "I go by Claudia now.”

I explained in a condensed version what had happened, minus all the sex of course, because you know… mom. I introduced her to Carmen, my fiancee, and mom had seen her picture already, and heard dad's version about her, and she couldn't believe that for once he had been right. Obviously he had been bragging about it as they had followed our progress across the ocean, thanks to our transponder.

It was then that she added my sister to the call, who went pretty much crazy. I suddenly realized how much I looked like my sister, and Carmen confirmed that. All in all not bad, although I was pretty sure my dad wouldn't approve. But Eileen, my sister, promised she would work on him.

The next call was to Miranda, Carmen's sister. Their parents had never accepted Carmen's transition, but Miranda had stood by her from day one. I could see the similarities in their looks as well, but the rapid Spanish that followed told me how close they were. I only picked up a few words, but I had the impression that Carmen told the non-censored version. Eventually Miranda said, in that same lovely accent, how I was welcome in their little family, and she complimented me on how beautiful I was. And I loved her already as a sister.

We ended up staying for three months on the island, Carmen finding a job in a popular gym, while I gave sailing lessons to tourists. I had tried that in the past, without a lot of success, but as Claudia I was extremely popular. With the money we made I could start my own hormone therapy and expand my wardrobe, particularly higher and higher heels.

Carmen bought her own diving suit and we took classes together until we had our own license. She was incredible, a natural they said, and soon she had a side job as an instructor.

I received a new passport, with my new name, gender and picture, courtesy of some progressive laws back in Ireland, but mostly by my father. The fact that he had brought Carmen and me together, in his mind at least, weighed heavier than any concern he may have had about me becoming his daughter.

Eileen started a WhatsApp group that included me and Carmen, but also Miranda. And through many video calls we all had become very close, and both Eileen and Miranda agreed to each carry a child for us. The funny thing was that there were clear traces of calls just between Miranda and Eileen, and one day they declared that Miranda would move in with my sister.

We decided to skip any other destinations on this side of the ocean for now, and we started preparing to sail back, straight to Ireland, and get married there. We renamed our boat indeed to Duo, and we considered the three months it took to cross again, in much colder weather, as our true honeymoon, or maybe the reality check. By now we were a solid team, and that was needed, as the winds and waves were way more severe than on our first trip. It's nice to know we were still sticking together when not everything was sunshine.

Home became Ireland for Carmen as well, close enough to our sisters, although if Carmen had wanted, I would have moved to her home country. It's funny, but after eight months or so I finally had that little key in my hands that would free my manhood. Yet I didn't even bother, until it was time for me to sleep with Miranda and make her pregnant.

Afterwards I was happy to lock my cage again after securing enough seed to provide more pregnancies, but I was ready to get my own pussy. Eileen told me what a lucky girl I was after Carmen had seriously ravaged her, but obviously I knew that already by heart.