Sunlight was burning into my eyes. I felt warm sand on my back. I blinked, swallowed, gagged on my awful-tasting tongue, and sat up.

me,

I was on a beach. In front of

a limitless expanse of blue ocean rolled indifferently back and forth. I turned. Behind me, a dense, tropical jungle.

I blinked again, trying to figure out where and who I was. Claire Clinton? No! Clinton Crayle, that's right! Now where was I? Judging from the heat and the sun, I must be someplace

south of the Equator, and the vegetation looked like something from a South Seas film. Was I somewhere in the South Pacific?!

I looked around again. A few yards away, a woman was lying on the sand, her hair dark, straight and oily, her skin an odd reddishbrownish-yellowish hue. She was nude, her bare breasts jutting proudly upwards as she lay on her back, her long, tawney legs smooth and shapely. What was she doing out here, naked on this beach, a thousand miles from Anyplace? She began to stir, and

I crawled over to her, suddenly realizing that I was every bit as feminine,

as tawny-skinned, and... and as naked as she was! Eek! I crossed my arms over my full brown breasts for some cover as she raised her head groggily and looked at me.

"Claire?" The voice was alarmingly

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familiar. "Is that you? Migawd, what've they done to you?"

The shapely native girl on the beach beside me was Eric West!

An hour later, the two of us were tentatively tiptoeing through the dense jungle, still looking completely feminine, and still totally nude. The moist earth felt cool and squishy beneath my bare toes, and with every step, long, luxurious foliage caressed my sides, my smooth legs, and even my breasts and bottom!

I had explained everything to Eric: All about who and what I really was, about Janna and her paranoid fear of blackmail, and of what they must have done to transform him, just as I had been transformed myself so many months ago.

"I still can't believe it!" Eric whined in his soft, high-pitched feminine voice, "I mean, I've heard about special depilatories that deaden the growth of body hair, and shots that swell up your bosom and hips... I've even heard of false vaginas that can be bonded right over a man's crotch! But I never dreamed that

a man likelike me could be so changed! And yet, when I look at you, I just can't believe that you really used to be a man at all! Am I really as as female as you are?"

We looked miserably over at each other. All I saw was a full-

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