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Anne woke up almost every morning the same way: with her arms around her wife, snuggled close against her back. This morning was no exception, and because her arms and her body were in the right place when she started to wake, it took her a few moments to realise that they were around the wrong person.

"Oh no!" she yelped as she skittered out from under the covers and right off the bed. "Ariel, help!"

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Ariel woke suddenly to Anne's cry for help. She quickly sat up, looking for the source of Anne's distress. "Is it dinosaurs?" she asked in a rush, hardly registering the change in her own voice. She scrambled out of bed as well, giving Anne a frightened look.

"Get out, get out!" Anne cried out, backing herself right up against the wall and reaching blindly for something to use as a weapon. "Who are you? What have you done with Ariel?"

"But I am Ariel," she protested, gaping. It was then that she realized that she was unsteady not from sleepiness, it was because her legs were not truly her own. They were larger, longer, her voice unmistakably that of a man.

She brought her hands up, staring at them. They were larger, and definitely not women's hands.

"Oh...I'm. A man?"

Anne had finally gotten a wooden bowl to hand but she merely held it, didn't hurl it in the strange man's direction. "Ariel?" she said hesitantly, not quite trusting it yet. "But what's happened?"

"I don't know," Ariel said honestly, sounding a little frightened. "I only just woke up." She touched her face, trying to map it out with her hands. "It must be an island trick."

"But you are Ariel?" said Anne, daring to take a step closer again. "You're absolutely positive that you're Ariel?"

"Who else could I be?" Ariel burst, starting to get upset that Anne doesn't believe her. She frowned and huged herself, feeling her nightgown stretch when her arms moved. "How can I prove it to you?"

"Oh, Ariel," said Anne, feeling a bit weepy just seeing her -- him -- so clearly distraught. "Oh, I'm so sorry, but I was so terribly frightened." And maybe she was now the shorter and smaller one, but she threw her arms around Ariel to comfort him anyway.

Ariel returned the hug, and it felt...odd. She was at least a head taller than Anne now, and the way their bodies pressed together was different. Anne's waist felt somehow smaller under Ariel's hands. She slid her hands along Anne's back, curious.

"It's going to be all right," Anne assured him. "Oh, I'm sure it's just another one of those strange things which happen here on the island. It can't possibly last for any longer than those."

Ariel was very quiet and thoughtful as she hugged Anne. "Well," she began, "I suppose I won't worry, then." She resolved to be brave. It was her body still, after all, as she had woken up next to Anne. It just...had a few adjustments to it.

"Do I look handsome?" she asked, stepping away and trying to fix her hair.

"Oh yes," said Anne, after taking a good look at him, though she was quite certain she would have said yes anyway because it was Ariel. "You look very handsome, even in your nightgown."

Ariel blushed a little. "I must find some male clothing. I think even the pants I have will be too tight on me."

"But first...I really do have to pee," she said, shifting from one foot to the other. "I'll be right back."

"I have an elastic-waist skirt that you can borrow, just until you find something more suitable," said Anne, biting her lip and averting her eyes while Ariel ducked out to answer the call of nature. It wasn't proper dress at all but one had to make do under these sorts of circumstances.

Ariel found her new penis to be a fascinating thing, she could actually direct where she wanted her pee to go, she didn't have to squat or anything! After marveling over her fine new equipment, she strode purposefully back into the hut.

"You know, Anne, having a penis is very useful."

Anne was entirely unsure of what to say to a statement like that, though it certainly wasn't inappropriate for her wife to mention her private parts to her.

"I'm quite certain that it is," she said finally, "or else men wouldn't have them in the first place."

"I don't think I mind this so much," Ariel continued, looking down at herself. "At least for a few days. Just as long as I find myself some clothing that will fit me."

"It's very... different," said Anne uncertainly. She wasn't sure how she would feel about it when she finally saw it. "Well, that's the first thing we shall have to do, then. We must go to the compound at once."

"Alright," Ariel agreed, "I can wear the skirt you mentioned."

Before she retrieved the skirt, though, Anne walked up to Ariel and stood on her tiptoes and kissed Ariel's lips softly. "You are very handsome."

Ariel looked even more pleased, and because she was a man now and not a princess, she supposed she ought to act more like a prince. "Thank you," she said, and put her arms around Anne once more. She dipped Anne, just as a prince would, and kissed her like one as well.

Anne was too astonished to giggle, and just gave a little breathless gasp before Ariel kissed her. She had to admit, she'd often dreamed of a moment just like this one.

Ariel cupped Anne's delicate cheek, and pulling her mouth away stood back up, bringing Anne with her. "My dear Anne, shall I escort you to the Compound, then?"

"Oh, well, that will be delightful," said Anne. Truly, she thought she could grow used to this new Ariel quite quickly. "I shall get our clothes then and we shall be off."

"Alright," Ariel said, and began to carefully pull her nightgown off. It was a bit harder than normal, because it was so much tighter.

"Do you need some help with that?" Anne asked him, less hesitant than she was before but still a little nervous about Ariel's new form, especially since it was about to be bared for her for the first time.

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