Plane Crash on Mystery Island

Flight 1217 could not fly around the massive thunderstorm. The violent winds and lightening made for a bumpy ride until lightening hit the right engine, killing it. The plane was going down and they were over the open expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. Rhonda squeezed her husband’s hand; Milton was just as scared as Rhonda and had nothing of comfort to offer.

The captain announced the situation. It was dire. If he could not find a place to land they would end up in the water, a certain death. As the plane drifted lower the clouds broke revealing a large island. Turbulence twisted the plane as it approached the ground. The plane rolled and broke as it hit ground.

Miraculously, no one was hurt. But how could that be? The plane was in pieces. The women stood looking around. Where were the men? Rhonda called out for Milton. A cute young woman with tattoos and multiple piercings replied. Rhonda was stunned as the realization set in. Somehow the island turned all the men into women.

The island was deserted, but there were building. Rhonda set Milton down in a tub of some sort in the building and searched for clothes. Milton mumbled he wanted to be called Quinn since she is a woman now. Rhonda found a pair of heels for Quinn. Rhonda examined writing on the walls and knew where she was: the lost island of Atlantis. Latter, the place would be known as Mystery Island, a place where men went to be women.