[For George]
Good luck can only hold out for so long. I was coming up on two years on the island, and never once had I found myself anything but completely me. Knowing that it was really only a matter of time before my luck ran out didn't help much when I woke up that morning to two bodies warm and masculine in George's bed, and one of them mine. I lifted the sheet and stared at my newly-acquired appendage in shock for a good five minutes. It was certainly happy to see me.
"Crap," I hissed as I slid from the bed, the mattress shifting with the loss of my weight, steps careful through haphazard piles of comic books and bridal magazines. I picked up a pair of panties on instinct, cursed when I realized how little good they'd do me, and began instead plucking through George's clothes, bare-assed and bent over like I was in the middle of a really untidy gay porn movie.
"Crap," I hissed as I slid from the bed, the mattress shifting with the loss of my weight, steps careful through haphazard piles of comic books and bridal magazines. I picked up a pair of panties on instinct, cursed when I realized how little good they'd do me, and began instead plucking through George's clothes, bare-assed and bent over like I was in the middle of a really untidy gay porn movie.