Jack looked down, it had to be at least 200 meters. The ocean green and cold crashed into the rocks below. He saw no easy exit, it was either a 2-3 Kilometer swim to the beach before taking the 4 km path back, or a 200 meter climb up the rock face barefoot and with no climbing gear but he's come all this way.

He reached behind his head and felt the long pink hair there that framed all the views he had, he didn't know why he had let it grow so long, somehow as a girl it just felt more natural, although that was society's pressures almost certainly. The pink color just seemed fun. He felt the bikini he wore now every time he went swimming, it clung to the petite curses of his body, his movement causing his breast to jiggle ever so slightly reminding him of their existence. The bottom lay flat against his groin and around his curvy hips.

The cliff jump should turn him back to how he was if he survived it. The legend said anyway, but he wasn't sure he was a strong enough swimmer, he absolutely wasn't after being transformed. Transformed.....that word meant so much more to him now, from a guy into a girl. It wasn't easy he had to convince everyone who he was, his balance was off he had to almost learn to walk again. It took months of dedicated work with a few close friends to where he could function in society again. Had it been all bad? Was it worth dying to maybe become Jack again?

Maybe staying as Claudia was better......