Divine Interference: Penance Rock

Danica stared out at the small island that rose out of the crystal blue ocean, trying to work up her courage to dive into the surf and begin swimming to it. It wouldn't be hard, nor all that dangerous (at least, no more than swimming in any other open water), and the weather was absolutely beautiful, the perfect day for a swim. The only thing that was stopping Danica was, well, Danica. 

A year ago she'd been Dennis, a rather hopeless young man with a poor future in front of him. Addicted to drugs, out of work, out of money and out of friends and family willing to give him hand-outs, Dennis had begun camping out on the beach at nights while trying his best to find a job during the day. But beach security had eventually run him off of his camp site, and Dennis, full of panic, had dove into the ocean and had swam to the rock that changed everything. Out of breath and his body already exhausted and malnourished from the hard life he'd been forced to live. He'd more or less washed up on the shore of the small island, half dead from the exertion. He'd almost passed out on the hard rocks when someone, or rather, something had picked him up and pulled him out of the water entirely. He'd stayed conscious just long enough to see a elegant, radiant woman in a see-through roba carrying up the side of the island. 

He'd awoken the next day a woman, a curvy body, a larger than expected rear, and his new breasts hanging out of a bikini he most certainly had NOT been wearing the night before. His hair, once greasy and stringy was now full and curly, catching the sea breeze. He'd gasped at the changes to his body, his voice high and airy, when the strange woman had appeared before him once more.

"DENNIS" She commaned in a voice that he felt as much heard, "You were nothing as a man, a worthless wretch who dared to defile my island with your wretched strench. As punishment, I, Circe, punish you to one year as a woman! But I am not without mercy. You shall exist as Danica, and live her life free of woe and worry, but you will face hardships of her own!" The woman, Circe, had decreed in her strange, powerful voice before stepping effortlessly down the side of the island, pointing out towards the mainland with a long nailed finger, her dark hair swirling in the wind, "Live her life, triumph over her sorrows without succumbing to them and return to me in one year and show me that you have earned your penance, and I shall return your male form, along with the riches and successes you have earn as her!"

With that Circe had vanished, and Dennis, now Danica, had woken up in bed and assume a life she knew nothing about. But she had an apartment, a job (even if it was secretarial), and free of addiction to anything...but men. Danica was a nymphomaniac, boy-crazy, and had a reputation. But she had refused to give in despite the burning desire in between her shapely legs. And a year had passzed without drugs, without sex, and Danica had actually been promoted. But she wasn't supposed to be a woman, and had never been able to feel comfortable in the skin she now wore. She HAD to change back into a man!

But it turned out that Danica's final 'sorrow' was a fear of the ocean, and not knowing how to swim.