The thought to swim around the point and work ones self back to a Hotel's swimming area and beach. There was one beach for nude bathing, you remembered that from the brochure. It was a hope at best and there was now way back, unless you start a Donkey heritage to you families' leniage!
A slow walk into the water finds it rather warm. Leaning forward the swim is begun, working past the breaking waves proves a challange. At last the even and warm waters offer and easier swim.
Working the way around the point offers occasional views of seawatchers at lookout points. Keeping close to the many rocks one works the way along, not wishing to be see. The presence of these guards suggests that others were like me in a wild hope of escape.
Two hours and the rocky point of the island falls behind me. The scenes of land are those of heavey forest which comes all the way to the ocean beach.
"Hey!" something strange touched me, touched my tangling penis!
Suddenly out of the water and directly in front of me comes a beauty of any man's dream. "A long swim today?" She asks, a mermaid of great beauty!
"Ah, yes I need to get back to the nude beach and my Hotel!" I tell her.
A laugh, she throws me a broad smile, "I think not, more likely an escaped changling from this island nearby! Fear not I will not expose Ye anymore than you are exposed now. I was as you once a long time ago! I escaped from the forest of Artemis and her trapings for me to replenish her her of deer by me being a doe. I like you began my swin only to meet a merman and fall deeply in love. My sexual contact with him made me as you find me now. Again fear not for do not wish you to be a mate since I'm already joined with my own merman in true love."
As I held about her waist she swam quite a bit faster than I ever could. The scene of island forest opened to a rich green grassland which I saw to be a Hotel's golfclub.
It seemed like miles had gone by as she swam so smoothly through the waves and water. The deep throated horn of an island ferry boat breaks the quiet and she stops to see and catch a quick bering.
"There is your Hotel! Swim in and once you walk up the beach check one of the many bathhouses below the boardwalk. Some of the rich bring not only an extra set of clothes for an afternoon brunch but put extra gambling money in their pockets. You will need the money to flash and board the ferry back to the mainland." she explained and gave me a small kiss on my head.
"I can never repay you for this kindness!" one said as she eased away and offered my last sight of her and that loving smile.
As multiple couples of man and women, man and another man or two women together swam about in the warm water I made my way toward the beach. Feeling a little odd I walk up the beach and stop casually by a free Orange juice bar for a refreshing sip. That downed I turn to walk toward those dozens of bath houses and some clothes.
I check one and then another but find them locked till one opens. A peek inside finds it vacant and several sets of clothes hang on hooks inside. Enter, close door, turn on light, whoopie a quick find. A man's dress suit and hat plus what looks like a room key and five thousand dollars. Like a crazy man I jump into the clothes and so step out looking like a young Howard Hughes, ah, rich guy!
Up the ivory white steps to the wide boardwalk and a quick look. "Rats, the only way to the ferry is through the Hotel's entrance and by the lounge." I start my walk and am almost past the last Hotel check point when I'm approached by a red jacketed Coachman.
"Leaving Sir, let me escort you to the ferry in my private Hotel coach!" he offers with such grace and manners.
I nod to agree and we step out to see a red velvet coach pulled by eight jet black Donkeys. I stop and stare at what might have become my lifelong employment.
"A fine team of eight of the best Donkeys the island had to offer. Please get aboard and we shall set forth to the docks, Sir." he announced and ushered me into the rich velvet coach.
The crack of his whip made me jump and the Donkeys pull the coach along. Out onto the main street we went which offered me the look at dozens of places a man might enter but never walk out as a man.
The coach slows and we stop as a pair of wranglers move a group across in front of us. I peer out the crystal glass window to see boys and some girls, half changed and still changing. Roped together like slaves, the men are taking them across the main street and down an alley to a pair of tall wooden doors. Above the door it reads, Pleasure Island Stable, proprietor: Jeb Flycatcher.
Had it not been for that dear friend who helped me in a time of need I might have been inside the stable ready to greet the newest herd of damned Donkeys.