RELUCTANT PRESS

"How can this be?" he said, his eyes growing wide. "The most beautiful and sweetest sounding girl I ever steal and she is a boy! I must think on this!"

He got off the bed and sat in a chair in the corner of the cabin. He stared at me and I felt the yacht pull away from the dock and start down the channel.

"Now you know that I am not really a woman and I cannot be a wife. Will you please let me go now?"

He continued to stare at me for a few more minutes, then he got a strange smile on his face and started to laugh.

"After all, why should I give up what Allah has put into my hands?" he said. "Let you go, my pretty wife? No, I think not! You are far too beautiful and sweet for me to lose you. You will be a special wife. Yes, very special!"

"But I'm a man!" I shouted. I could feel the yacht picking up speed.

"Yes, you may be a man now, my sweet one," he said, standing and coming back over to me. "But you will not remain one for long! As my wife, you must be female! I am a very rich man and I understand that the operation that will make you into a complete woman does not cost too much."

"No! Oh, no! Oh, please, don't do that to me! Please! Oh, God! Oh, God!!!"

"Fear not, my sweet wife," he said. "When you are made ready and I take you to our marriage bed, you will learn how lucky you are to have been chosen for wife by Caliph Abdul Mohammed Omam."

The Caliph left the cabin and I lay bound hand and foot on the bed, the perfect picture of a sexy girl in my frilly clothes and curls.

Joyce had done a better job than she knew when she had transformed me into a girl!

I began to cry in frustration and fear as the yacht's engines shifted into high gear and we sailed out into the open

sea.

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