The first week at sea was wonderful. We set off to the Mediterranean, and the sea was calm and pleasant. A refreshing breeze made slight ripples on the quicksilver surface. I guess we would curse the heavens if we had to rely on sailing wind, but in the motorized yacht, it felt like a blessing. There were no other people around, and I could fully succumb to my feminine side. I spent long hours sunbathing on the deck, wearing nothing but a small bikini or bathing suit. My friend, or husband as I now called him, seemed to like me behaving this way. He didn’t act disappointed because of not going on holiday with his pal. I had told him earlier that I could be both, and I knew he realized the benefits. We had fun like we always had, but now I doubled as his lover and newly wed wife.
I found that I had adapted quite well to this new situation. Being female was now my natural way, and I discovered that I thought less and less like my old self. Where I earlier had no problem hurling down beers or burping out loud I now found myself slightly disgusted by this kind of behavior. I even made teasing remarks when he was being rude. Still, for the most part my friend behaved when he was near me, and acted like a gentleman. Whether it was because he saw me the same way, or if he just valued my sexual rewards, I didn’t know, but I loved being treated like a lady, both in bed and outside.
During our stay, I remembered that his birthday was coming up, and I wanted to do something special for my husband. We had never been the kind of friends who exchanged gifts, and I wasn’t even sure he suspected that I knew the day. Our boat was anchored up on the docks of a small, picturesque town, wedged between near vertical coastal cliffs. The houses were all white chalked, and the occasional lantern lights shone like lonely balls between pitch black streets. Young couples were strolling through the narrow, cobbled streets, on their way to the various restaurants by the shore. I looked at the pretty women, and in that moment I hoped that I could be in their place.
The morning of his birthday, I awoke while he was still asleep. I decided to give him his first present right away. With haste, I fixed myself up in the small bathroom and rummaged through my suitcase for something to wear. I had saved a new set of lingerie for a special occasion like this. I first put on the small thong. The red string hugged my sides, and the tiny satin garment did a poor job concealing my undeniable manhood. The panties were adorned with a pattern of black lace. The same pattern also decorated the elastic band on a pair of fishnet stockings pulled to the top of my hairless thighs.
