The sand felt cold. It was so early in the morning that the sand felt cold beneath his feet. His feet were now smooth and sensitive, not the large calloused ones he'd been used to. How was he going to explain it once he got back to the base?
He walked on, the sun on the side, just barely starting to peek over the horizon. The salty air of the sea blew over his smooth hairless skin causing gooseflesh to appear all down his soft round legs. The wind whipped at his bare legs and up into the skirt, allowing cool wind to blow into areas he never expected. He shivered, his willowy bare arms exposed to the cool morning breeze. In his small dainty hands, he held a pair of high heels that he couldn't walk in even if he wasn't walking through the sand. In the other, the tattered remains of a navy shirt. His shirt, well, what was left of it.
He felt the long silky strands of hair tickle the top of his round, ample bosom. He touched them and felt the adipose tissue under quivered like jello. His now larger nipples hardened from the cold and the slight arousal he felt. Walking on, his long hair kept whipping in the breeze covering his round, feminine face, with large dark eyes and soft, supple lips. He could still taste the waxy remains of the lipstick that was smeared on them.
His story, he needed to get his story straight; he had snuck off the ship against orders, gotten drunk, and gotten handsy with the local women. Something about this being a protected village by the goddess Artemis, then some lights, and chanting. The ouzo being poured in his mouth, then waking up like this. He didn't know if he would change back or if anyone would know him. He saw the ship on the dock ahead. Now just to get his story straight so he didn't get left behind......