Transvestites at Sea
"Come with me," she told him, and at the same time grabbing his arm to make sure he followed.
Mark went willingly. He had no wish to stay on a sinking ship and if she could think of some way to smuggle him off then he was happy to let her lead him back inside the ship. In less than a minute they were back inside Sarah's cabin.
"Get undressed," she ordered and opened some drawers to take out a selection of clothes. "If it's women and children first then you will have to be a woman."
She turned to face him and dropped the clothes she had chosen on the bed. Mark hadn't moved.
"Do you want to stay here and drown?" she asked pleasantly.
Mark hesitated for a moment longer before his fear overcame his embarrassment. Quickly he stripped off his clothes until he stood in just his underwear, but Sarah refused to let him keep any dignity at all.
"The ship is sinking..." she reminded him.
Heat suffused his face as Mark removed the last garment and stood naked before her.
"Put this on," she instructed and handed him a lacy bra. His fingers fumbled with the catch at the back, then he padded out the cups with tissues. Next he stepped into the panties she had picked out for him and folowed these with a pair of thick woolly tights.
"We don't have time to shave your legs," she explained, "but those cover them well enough."
Mark put on the skirt she offered him without replying. It fitted well. Hugging his hips and buttocks closely, the hem stopped several inches above his knees. A satin blouse completed his outfit.
"A scarf should be enough to hide your hair, then we can go," Sarah decided, But as she spoke the ship's sirens stopped and a calm voice announced that the crew had been able to contain the damage caused by the collision, and that the ship would be able to make the nearest port unaided.
"Thank God for that!" Mark said grinning, happy now that the danger was over. He began to undo the buttons of his blouse.
"Not so fast," Sarah told him. Before he could guess her intentshe had scooped up his clothes and thrown them through the open window of her cabin into the sea below.
"What..." he began angrily, but Sarah interrupted him.
"Suppose I call the captain," she suggested. "What do you think he would do seeing you like that? Have you arrested perhaps, or at the very least tell the press. I bet you'd lose your job."
"Blackmail!" Mark said in disgust. "How much do you want?"
"You can't buy your way out of this," Sarah answered. "The only way you are going to keep this a secret is to stay as a woman until we get to port."
Mark stared at her in disbelief. "You're crazy if you think I'm going to stay like this!" he said angrily.
"Your choice," Sarah told him with saccharine sweetness. "You were willing to act as a woman to get off this ship, but if you would rather that everyone knew that..."
She left the rest of the sentence unsaid and reached for the phone by the bed, but Mark stopped her before she could pick it up.
"Okay," he agreed.
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