[TG/RC] MILF Cruise - Part 5

Commissioned Anonymously

Narelle woke with a smile on her face; there was still a subtle ache between her legs but it was not the kind she’d grown used to these last few days. Rather it was the good kind of ache, the kind that reminded her of all the fun she’d had in the last forty eight hours. She’d lost count of how many times they’d all brought men back to their room and considering how few were on board she wouldn’t be surprised if they had sampled them all.

No doubt there would be some very disgruntled wives aboard. Oh well, that wasn't her problem. Her problem was that today was the finale day of the cruise which meant in just a few short hours they would be touching down on land once more. What did that mean for her and her new companions? Would they stay this way? Or change back to their younger, male selves?

That had been their hope initially but Narelle could now admit, at least to herself, that she had done a complete one eighty. Yes, she was older now, but only by about fifteen years, that time was well worth sacrificing if it meant keeping this life. The sexy body, the rich ex-husband, the fancy clothes. What was waiting for Ned back on campus? A lonely dorm room full of computer games he couldn’t even pretend to care about anymore?

She rolled over and spied her old graphic shirt laying beneath Hai’s bed. Just seeing it made her sneer; it was so childish. So immature and tacky; the complete opposite of the in charge, sophisticated woman she had become. What about the others though? They’d been having fun but did they want to stay like this as well? As usually by the time she’d woken they were both gone; early risers.

Secretly Narelle was glad to have the room to herself one final time, at least she could think and take pleasure in picking out one final outfit. Ahs showered; savouring the feeling of hot water flowing over her curves. She did her best to memorise the sensations just in case it was the last time she ever felt them.

As she rummaged through the suitcase one final time and selected a fiery red cocktail dress and once again spied the shirt from boarding day; still laying crumpled against the floor. She didn’t even want to look at it, let alone pack or wear it. Narelle packed up her suitcase, closed the lid and walked out, leaving the shirt behind.

~

Peta sat with her suitcase outside the gym. She’d lost track of exactly how long she had been sitting on the bench across from the room staring into space but she knew they would be docking soon. She ran her fingers along the soft fabric of her floral skirt. Feeling the tiny embroidered flowers along the hips and hem. They had a hand stitched quality to them and instantly he felt the knowledge of how to do it flow into him.

Not that she’d ever get the chance to embroider anything if they turned back when the ship entered harbour. The thought made her sad; like a part of her was going to be lost. As Peter she had never been the creative type and what a waste that had been! Once more her eyes found the gym and she sighed.

She had been sitting here trying to will herself to walk in and discover that love of exercising that had fuelled her as Peter. But no matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t bring herself to feel anything. The gym looked boring to her and the idea of spending hours and hours on a treadmill or lifting weights was just…ugh. That was time she could spend cooking! At least then she would have something to show for her labours.

Working out would get her a hot body she supposed but she already had one in this form, one that required far less sweaty maintenance. Going back to being Peter would mean losing so much; a whole second language, cooking skills, a hot body, a wealth of cultural knowledge she was eager to put into practice! How could she not mourn?

But, there was little she could do about it. None of them had any idea what had caused them to transform in the first place so how could they stop the process from reversing? The only thing they knew for sure was that this ship, perhaps the clothes themselves, had set things in motion. The clothes and suitcases they could keep but the ship was an entirely different matter.

With one final sad sigh Peta got to her feet and started making her way through the decks towards the main area as the horn sounded. They were docking; it was all over. As she went she was grateful for the empty corridors in this part of the ship; it let her savour the sound of her heels clicking. If nothing else, she planned on treasuring every second she was like this left.

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Hai let the wind whip through her dark hair; she’d taken to wearing it in twin buns lately but now she let it reign free. The air still had a hunt of salt but already the stench of the port city was overpowering the freshness of the ocean. Coming back to reality after a holiday was always hard but this time it was worse.

She was leaning on the rails, letting her tall frame bend so that her calves burned a little. She wanted to remember how they felt. Without meaning to, she kept running her fingers across her smooth skin; searching for any hint of a piercing hole. So far nothing but the constant dread that any minute she would look like an empty pin cushion made her stomach churn.

The idea of going back to a skinny, piercing filled delinquent with a bad dye job made her shudder. She had natural beauty now, inside and out, she didn’t want to lose that. Or the beautiful, dark blue ao dai she had decided to wear for her final day.

The boat was fully docked now and an announcement played over the loudspeaker for all passengers to begin disembarkation. The whole process would take hours, getting thousands of people off a cruise ship was not a quick process after all but somehow Hai knew it would go far too quick for her own liking.

~

The three of them said nothing when they met down in the ship's lobby, ready for their disembarkation. Narelle swallowed nervously; they were all in highly feminine outfits; each of them with makeup and high heeled shoes. If they started to transform back once they touched dry land something told her the magic that had made them appear as women to everybody else wouldn’t hold up. People would stare, laugh, point and even then the humiliation would be nothing compared to her disappointment.

The others had sour looks on their faces; and Narelle took some small amount of comfort in knowing they all clearly felt the same. She took a deep breath, terrified that at any moment her newfound confidence and authority would wither so she decided to make the most of it.

“Okay, no matter what happens we don’t pout.” She decided aloud, “No more sour faces, this was the trip of a lifetime and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life wishing I was still here.”

“We will though.” Hai sighed, “If I have to go back to being…the old me.”

“Well I won’t stand for it.” Narelle scolded, “I just had the best few days of my life and I want to savour them without being a bitter old crone.”

“You won't be old or a crone soon.” Peta reminded, pointing at the door. It was their turn.

They all probably looked quite silly, seeming terrified to get off a boat rather than on one. Despite her bravado, Narelle held her breath as she stepped over the threshold and began walking down to the terminal. Every step she expected to wobble as her feet grew and her heels snapped, but they didn’t.

They made their way down the gangplank and into the terminal, still nothing. The three of them shared looks; the change took time, maybe changing back would as well.

“Let’s enjoy it while we can.” Narelle decided, flashing her credit card, “Lunch on me.”

She deliberately picked a restaurant far into the city, so far that they couldn’t even see the water at all and racked up quite an expensive taxi bill. She ordered piles of food before handing over the card to prepay and wincing slightly as it got swiped; expecting it to be declined, but it wasn’t. They ate, drank and waited. Still nothing.

“I don’t think we’re changing back.” Hai whispered, her voice tinged with tentative hope.

“We’re like this forever?” Peta said, a smile slowly forming on her lips, “T-that’s wonderful.”

”What about our old lives?” Hai asked.

“Oh who cares about it?” Narelle shrugged, “I only ever saw you two anyway, nobody is going to miss me and who needs a college degree when you have your ex’s money?”

She wiggled her eyebrows and grinned before taking another sip of her red wine; it tasted even better now that she wasn’t filled to the brim with dread.

“So…what now?” Hai asked after a moment, the elation and excitement finally fading somewhat. “If we’re not going back to our old lives, what do we do? Do we have houses? I don’t remember one.”

They all thought and shook their heads; no, these new identities had some limited memories but nothing else. Nothing but the things that had been found in the suitcases. Both Hai and Peta were looking at her, Narelle realised; she was their leader now and they were obviously waiting for her to step up. She took one final gulp of wine and patted her mouth with the silk serviette.

“It’s simple, we go on another cruise.”

“What?” Peta giggled.

“Why not? We can afford it, but this time, let’s pick a cruise with more men to choose from.” Narelle laughed.

“So what, we spend our lives on cruise ships, fucking random men and just…loving life?” Hai asked.

“Yes, that’s the plan.” Narelle nodded, “A solid one if I do say so. Now Hai, be a dear and look up what it will cost to get us a cabin on the next cruise out of here. Oh and make sure you get a balcony cabin or above, none of that dreadful inside cabin drek. Maybe get us each our own now that I think about it. If we want to do another group orgy we can always knock on one another’s doors.”

Hai just laughed and pulled out her phone, already typing away, finding them their next adventure. Yes, Narelle nodded, this was certainly the life.