Captain Busty in "The Sailin' fer Booty"

"And you're the lead!" The voice announces proudly.

Before Mary could rebut, a flurry of activity swirled around her, fabric swaying and forming, makeup poofing and decorating her face, and strange tingles from her skin as she tried to struggle from the chair. It was comically loud, various clanks and clunks, and overly loud rustling, that Mary didn't have time to think for what felt like hours, though it was more of five minutes in real time, give or take.

At the end of the hectic mess, Mary opened her eyes after closing them to focus (And to make sure the eyeliners didn't stab at her eyeballs from her struggling.) What she saw was incredible. She was in an entirely new area!

Around her Mary gazed at the ocean blue that lapped at the wooden ship she was suddenly standing on with no clear transition about how she got there

Clear cyan skies stretched overhead with an almost too perfect sunny day, painting the landscape in bright clear sunlight. In front of her is the wheel of the vessel, which she looked upon to be very large, and with crew members around the deck; All female, oddly. Each well-endowed crewwoman were in various states of 'sexy pirate' attire; mostly in cartoony simplistic styles, such as a midriff-exposing striped red and white shirt with loose pants on the 'bodily gifted' lass to her left on the raised part of the deck with her, completely ignoring her by looking around with a spyglass. As a side note Mary noticed with some envy that her well kept curled mass of orange-red hair under her striped bandana was bouncy and clean.

Mary took a moment to glance down at herself before fully pondering where she is or how she got there, and panicked at her figure. What was once a subtle beauty (in her opinion) was now a bosomy barbie doll in an erotic captain's outfit. The bodice of her costume barely covered and lifted the now mountainous mounds that dominated her front, easily her head in size between the elaborate captain coat that would prefer to stay just around her boobs for cleavage purposes. The tingling of arousal felt from the round bosom jiggling lets her know that yes; her body is indeed real as she continued to inspect the rest of herself. The skirt was a frilly piece indeed, though from her glance behind her, the skirt was not only short and flared out from its petticoats, but was shorter in the back, making her backside always peeking underneath the frills; and what an ass! A large perfect behind with not a dimple wiggled behind her, as they were not even covered by her tiny striped panties that she could feel on her derrière, and just overlapped the rim of her white thigh-highs, which ended down her long sumptuous legs into buckled raised-heeled shoes. Mary's newly scarlet red hair was another matter, perfectly straight and billowing behind her majestically without a stray hair out of place from the salty air underneath her tiny pirate hat comically tilted to the side to show as more of a costume headdress than an actual hat.

She turned to the stacked hand beside her and asked her confusedly, "Where the hell am I?" The girl glanced her way with her non-glassed eye before returning to her 'duties', and whispered urgently, "please don't talk right now, you're on stage, but the play's not going yet...! And make sure to stay in character; The director hates those whom don't stick to the script...!"

Mary wondered harder, the answers bringing in more questions to her inner filing system to figure out. Stage? Play? Director? Did she mean the ominous voice? And where did they come from? And this certainly didn't look like a stage...But her thoughts were cut short by the sudden ringing of the voice again, trilling with a pretentious sassiness, "Alr~ight puppets~ everyone knows what they're doing, and had done this scenario a ton of times..." All the crewladies suddenly bolt ramrod straight with hands daintily at their waists, huge nervous smiles on their faces, and responded in unison, "Yes director!" and the voice continued after cooing his pleasure at their obedient bark, "Exellenté! Well...Everyone knows their parts except the new girl~" he accentuated in a sarcastic tone.

Upon that, a few of the girls snidely glanced her way and sniggered, the girl next to Mary just mumbling silently with her arms crossed and looking away from her, "*grumble**grumble*I always played the captain...*grumble*..." "So how about Susie..."which made her jump up in shock, big grin and salute included to everyone else's dainty pose, "Since she has the most experience, is allowed to speak out of character to our little puppet-in-training~ After all-" And you can hear the intonation of sarcasm in his voice, "You always played the captain, ri~ight Susie~?"

Susie rubbed her arm and blushed, as everyone else but her and Mary sniggered. "Y-yessir..." she stammered shyly. "Goo-ood..." The voice purred and then continued, "Make sure she knows her part, and what we do here at The Arpeggio Theatre!...Aaaand..." a long pause was 'heard', not even the waves splashing on the wood was making a noise as the voice drew the pause out annoyingly so, "...Ah-begin!"

And suddenly the boat was alive with activity, a bunch of female grunts and groans as they started working on the deck, Susie quickly fixing her eye back to the spyglass, quickly glancing around everywhere. And then there was Mary herself...standing idly and looking around as if she should be doing something. Susie harshly whispered to her, "Hey, dumbass. Hands at the ten-and-two...!" Which prompted Mary to latch her hands to the handles of the boat wheel. The tone of Susie's voice made it seem like she's not going to be the friendliest of mentors, as Susie seemed to scowl at her before returning to her 'surveying'.

Mary looked to her and asked what's going on, and Susie responded with...