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Subject: {ASSM} My top ten (tg) #8
Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2003 01:10:10 -0500
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And because there was such a delay, my #8 story: Bikini Beach: The Doctor

Special Note: Bikini Beach and its characters are the property of 
ElrodW, further details available at 
http://armchairconservative.com/Elrod/

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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BIKINI BEACH:THE DOCTOR

Anya walked past the door to her grandmother's office.  Normally she 
wouldn't have stopped, but she noticed that her grandmother was 
staring intently at some papers on her desk with a small grimace on 
her face.  Anya knocked on the door frame.  "Grandmother?"  Her 
grandmother looked up.  "Is something wrong?"

Her grandmother sat back.  "Just standard civil bureaucracy.  You 
might as well come in.  If you're going to learn the business side of 
Bikini Beach, this is part of what you'll have to deal with."

Anya walked in.  "What's up?"

"Bikini Beach has been getting more and more customers over the last 
few months.  Our average last month grew high enough that the city is 
requiring us to increase the amount of liability insurance we carry."

"And we can't afford it?"

Grandmother laughed.  "Heaven's no.  We can afford it and then some."

"So what's the problem?"

"Just because we can doesn't mean we should shell out the money for 
higher insurance without researching all the options.  There's no 
deep, dark secrets here, Anya.  This is just running the numbers and 
comparing what's offered.  I've looked over all these insurance 
policies and decided which one is best.  See if you can guess which 
one I want."

Anya looked over the policies and, in less than five minutes, pulled 
one out and said "This one seems to have the best price for the 
coverage offered."

"Sorry, not even close."  She pulled out one of the other policies 
and said, "This is the one we want."

"But it's so much more expensive than the other, and doesn't offer 
all that much more than the one I selected."

"But this one will offer discounts on the premium for installation of 
certain safety features in the park, most of which we already have. 
Further this policy offers a sizable discount, almost fifty percent, 
if we hire a full-time doctor to patrol the park, and with the amount 
of patrons we have each day, even on the slow days, I think it's a 
good idea anyways.  The policy you selected has none of that."

"Well, how was I supposed to know that?"

"After five minutes?  You weren't.  This is a lesson in why you don't 
just jump at the cheapest price.  Always read ALL the fine print.  So 
much of big business is still caveat emptor, Anya.  Buyer beware."

************

ONE WEEK LATER...

Anya held up the one candidate that she and her grandmother had 
selected.  Almost noncommittally, she said, "I guess this is the best 
one."

"You're sensing it, too."

Anya pulled out another resume.  "I keep coming back to this one.  I 
couldn't for the life of me say why, though.  The other selection has 
almost thirty years of experience, where this one is fresh out of 
residency.  And this one... is a guy."

"I know, and that means a transformation if he's to join Bikini Beach 
as permanent staff."

"But, grandmother, my senses are telling me that he'd never accept a 
permanent transformation, or even a semi-permanent one for the 
duration of his employment.  Am I way off?"

"No, my own senses are telling me the same thing."

"But how can he be the best choice if he won't accept being a woman?"

"There's a way.  It'll be a little more taxing and risky, but it can be done."

"So we'll be hiring the guy?"

"Yes."

************

THE NEXT DAY...

Anya waited at the main gate before the park opened.  At five minutes 
before 9, she saw a BMW drive into the empty lot and park in the 
employees' section.  A handsome, young man got out of the car and 
walked right up to Anya.  Anya asked, "Are you Doctor Chester 
Middleton?"

"That's me.  And you're..."

They started walking back into the park.  "Just call me Anya.  We're 
very informal here."

"Then you can call me Chester."

"Not even Doctor Chester?"

"Never been one to stand on formalities."

"Okay, then, down to business.  We're going to be entering a period 
of review on both our parts.  Bikini Beach will be checking you out 
to see if we want to hire you on a permanent basis, and you'll be 
checking us out to see if you want to become a full-time staffer. 
This first month is therefore probationary.  If, at the end of that 
time, either of us wishes to end our professional relationship, we 
can do so with no negative repercussions.  Any problems?"

"Nope."

"If I may ask, Chester, why do you want to go to work at Bikini 
Beach?  Your transcripts could get you a cushy job at any hospital 
and almost all the private practices in the city."

"Yeah, but that's not really for me.  My family's rich, so some 
stuffy job at a private practice where I can make lots of money isn't 
necessary.  I want to work somewhere."

"So why not-"

"A hospital?  There, I've got a choice.  Either I get a job at some 
upscale hospital where the only patients I'll see are rich snobs with 
gout, or I work at a not-for-profit hospital where I'll be forced to 
jump through hoops trying to get H.M.O.'s to approve funding for the 
simplest tests.  Here, I might not get the in-the-trenches experience 
I'd get elsewhere, but I will actually be helping."

"Great."  They came up to the showers and Anya said, "The first thing 
we'll do is give you a tour of the park, but before we get started, 
you'll need to shower and get changed into your suit.  It's a health 
department requirement."

Anya was brought up short when Chester said, "No, it's not."

"Excuse me?"

"I don't know who you've been talking to, but it's not a health 
department requirement.  They do strongly recommend it, and your 
lifeguards should shower to rid them of the chlorine, but a suit a 
couple years back forced the health department to rid themselves of 
that rule, saying it was an infringement of personal privacy rights."

Thinking quickly, Anya said, "Okay, it's only a park requirement we 
blame on the health department.  If people don't shower, it's that 
much harder on our filters.  Since that will annoy our handywoman, 
Jenny Michaels, we try to avoid that, and trust me, annoying Jenny is 
not something you want to do."

Chester laughed.  "Okay, see you in a bit."

As Chester walked into the shower, Anya heard her grandmother say, 
"Boy is smart, does his research.  I like that."

Anya asked, "Did you know about that not being a health department rule?"

"Of course.  One of the reasons why I chose this city.  Less 
government interference, both on a city and a state level."

"Thanks for telling me."  Grandmother smiled.

Inside the shower, Chester stripped down to his nothings and got in 
the shower.  He quickly scrubbed down and stepped from the shower. 
As he walked, he was struck by this strange sensation in his chest. 
Knowing that most people made the mistake of ignoring small 
sensations which could warn of more serious problems, he immediately 
looked down.  He was shocked when he saw a pair of breasts hanging on 
his chest.  He ran right to the mirror and was astounded by the 
pretty woman looking back at him.  All he could think to say was, 
"Bizarre."

Behind him, Anya said, "Not really.  Not if you know the secret of 
Bikini Beach."

"What's going on?"

"Why don't you get dressed in your bathing suit, and you, me, and my 
grandmother can talk about it."

Chester walked over and picked up the one-piece suit.  "How do I put this on?"

Anya was shocked.  "Don't you know?"

"Up till a few minutes ago, I was a guy.  Why would I know how to put 
on a woman's bathing suit?"

"Because grandmother usually gives that ability to transformees, 
putting the knowledge right into their minds."

Chester's eyes narrowed.  "Well, I don't know how."

Anya's grandmother stepped in.  "That was intentional, and I think 
that's the crux of why a standard change wouldn't have worked here."

"A standard change?"

"Anya, help Chester into his suit.  I think the rest of this 
conversation would be better held in the office."

Grandmother left, and Anya was mystified, but she did as she was 
instructed.  She tried to get Chester to talk a bit, but he was tight 
lipped.  The suit she helped him into was a bright orange (to be 
noticeable across a crowded park) with very short sleeves (little 
more than shoulder coverings).  On one shoulder was the Bikini Beach 
logo, and on the other was the classic red cross in a white circle in 
a red circle that was the classic symbol of medical personnel.

After Chester was dressed, they walked in silence to the main offices 
of Bikini Beach.  When they got in, grandmother waved them into 
seats.  After they sat, grandmother said, "Mister Middleton, I 
suppose you're wondering how you became what you are now."

"You could say that."

"I am a wizardess.  I control magics which allow me to transform 
bodies.  I do this because I established Bikini Beach to be a haven 
for women from those who would leer and lust after them, which 
unfortunately includes most men.  When a man enters the beach, I 
change him, and usually reality, so that they are women through to 
the core.  They spend a while as women, gaining a greater 
understanding of the other side of the sexual divide."

"So what do you want from me?"

"Nothing more than I've stated.  I need a doctor.  Problem is, as a 
man, you'd've stuck out like a sore thumb.  I transformed you so as 
to better fit in with my female staff."

"Now if I don't accept, I'm stuck like this?"

"No.  I assure you; if you wish to return to masculinity, I will 
respect your wishes and change you back.  I will regret losing you, 
but I will honor your choice."

Anya asked, "What's the big deal?  Is being a woman so reprehensible an idea?"

Chester turned on her angrily.  "It's not being a woman, you twit! 
Don't you get it?  You've stated that you have the power to 
manipulate my mind.  How do I trust anything I think?  How do I know 
that any decision I make comes from my thoughts or is something you 
put into my head?"

Grandmother said, "Which brings me to the crux of our discussion. 
Chester, normally when I transform a man, I change everything about 
him, including reality.  Everyone outside the localized effect zone 
of the transformation remembers the person as having always been 
female.  The person also gains many of the skills he/she would've 
gained if he had grown a she.  Sometimes I withhold a skill or two to 
give the man an appreciation of the trials and tribulations of being 
female, but the man becomes mostly female for the duration of the 
change.

"But if I did that to you, you'd never trust anything you or I did. 
So I changed my normal procedure.  In your case, I changed nothing 
but your body.  Internally, you are and will remain only who you are. 
I give you my wizard's oath, utterly binding and irrevocable, except 
by your concession.

"This will cause some problems.  No one remembers you in your current 
state, so you have no one except park members to call upon while you 
are in female form.  Your credentials are also for Chester Middleton, 
rather than whatever name you choose for being female, so we need to 
be careful."

"And for agreeing to this, I get to be Chester except for when I'm at 
work here?"

"No, your body would never stand the stress of two transformations a 
day, five days a week.  Normally, you'll work Wednesday to Sunday, 
our busiest days.  You'll come in Wednesday morning, transform, and 
remain a woman until midnight Sunday."

"So only two days a week are mine as me?  Hardly seems fair."

"I can only ask that you give it a try.  Give me one week.  If you 
don't wish to continue after that, I will change you back."

Chester thought about it.  He stood up.  "One week.  I will give this 
ONE," he pointed to the roof to accentuate the point, "week. 
Although, I'm not starting this liking it, so don't count on 
anything."

"Agreed.  I will create some clothes for you at your home to fit your 
new form.  I believe Anya promised you a tour."

Chester walked out with Anya, not at all happy.

************

NEXT SATURDAY...

Chester, or Chastity as "she" was calling herself now, walked through 
the park on her regular rounds.  She still wasn't sure she was going 
to continue past Sunday.  She had seen nothing really bad about her 
current state, but neither had she seen anything really good about 
it.  Unless something happened, tomorrow would be her last day as a 
woman.

As she walked, her walkie-talkie buzzed.  She snatched it off her 
belt and said, "Doctor Chastity here, go ahead."

"We had a bottleneck at the top of one of the water slides at the 
lagoon.  A girl got pushed off and fell to the ground beneath."

Chastity started running to the Lagoon.  "Preliminary report?"

"Only appears to be a sprained wrist."

"Immobilize it and wait for me to get there."

Chastity got to the pool and saw a group of people clustered around 
one side.  She cut through the crowd to find a teenaged girl laying 
beside a life guard.  She wasn't moving, but she was saying, "I'm 
fine.  It's just a little sprain."

Chastity said, "Let me be the judge of that."

Chastity carefully checked the girl's arm.  While she was probing the 
girl's shoulder, the teenager winced and cried out a bit.  She 
checked a bit more, asking the girl for feedback, then said, "I think 
you're bleeding into the joint."  To the lifeguard, she said, "Call 
for an ambulance."  The girl protested a bit, but Chastity asked, "Do 
you want to risk losing the arm?  No?  Then trust me."

After the ambulance had come and Chastity had made sure the girl was 
safely on her way to the hospital, a pretty blonde stopped her and 
said, "Thanks.  That was my sister who took that fall.  Could I buy 
you lunch to thank you?"

"Thanks, but as long as I'm on duty, I can't leave the park.  And I 
get a free meal each day at any of the food courts.  Besides, right 
now I've got to talk to my boss.  Thanks, anyways."

Chastity went right to the main office of Bikini Beach and stormed 
right in on Anya and her grandmother.  "Alright, why didn't you save 
that girl?!"

"And how was I to do that, miss Middleton?"

"Wiggle your nose, or whatever else it is you do to make magic."

"Miss Middleton, being a wizardess makes me neither omnipotent nor 
omniscient.  I can't predict everything that may or may not go wrong. 
As Bikini Beach grows, minimizing accidents becomes harder and 
harder.  If I'd've known what was going to happen to that girl, I 
would've prevented it, but I didn't foresee it."

"And what about after?  Why not use your magic to heal the girl?"

"Because I didn't know exactly what was wrong.  I sensed something 
wrong with her shoulder, but I thought sprain or perhaps dislocation. 
I lack the exact medical knowledge to have made a proper diagnosis, 
and thus would've made it unable for me to cast a healing spell that 
could've cured her.  After you gave your diagnosis, I was able to 
cast a healing spell to help.  The girl will make a miraculous 
recovery.  The doctors will attribute it to her youth, and she'll be 
swimming again in just a couple weeks.  But do you now see how much 
good you can do?"

"I'm still not sure I like how you work, sister."  Then without 
another word, Chastity turned and went back to the park.

After she was gone, Anya asked, "Grandmother, I don't understand. 
Why didn't you just change Chester mentally to Chastity?"

"And how would that make me any different from the scheming 
manipulator he thinks me to be?"

"But you've changed minds before."

"When it does more good than harm.  But Chester is smarter and more 
resilient than most.  Changing him to the point of overcoming the 
resultant lack of trust might've damaged the spark that makes him a 
brilliant doctor.  Even if we only have him for a week, we're lucky 
at that.  But I'm sensing something that might convince him to stay 
on staff."

"What?"

Grandmother smiled.  "The one force that even magic can't control."

************

MONDAY MORNING...

Chester was dressed in nothing more than shorts after his morning 
shower.  Over the next couple days, he'd have much to think about 
before deciding on whether or not to go back to work on Wednesday. 
True to her word, at midnight on Sunday, he had reverted back to his 
male shape.  Now he was watching T.V., contemplating his last week. 
He had enjoyed his time at Bikini Beach, and he had done more than a 
bit of good, but he still wasn't sure about the transformations.

He was mindlessly flipping through the channels when he heard a knock 
on the door.  He was only dressed in swim trunks, but it did cover 
everything decency required, so he got up and answered the door.  He 
was surprised to find the older sister of the girl he had helped on 
Saturday.  As soon as she saw him, she got this funny look on her 
face and asked, "Yes, is this the residence of Chastity Middleton?"

"Yes, it is, but she's not here right now.  She spends her days off 
out of state with relatives."

Almost as if she were afraid of the answer, the girl asked, "Are 
you... the boyfriend?"

"No, I'm... Chastity's cousin, Chester.  Chastity... isn't into guys."

Hearing that, the girl brightened almost immediately.  "Great!"

"Great?"

"I guess that does sound a little strange.  I'm a lesbian, too.  Last 
Saturday, your cousin helped my sister, and ever since...  Well, 
let's just say I wouldn't be adverse to getting to know Chastity a 
little better."

Not wanting to misrepresent him (or her) self, Chester said, "Well, 
Chastity probably would want to avoid any relationship."

"Why?"

"She'd probably consider it a breach of ethics.  No relations with patients."

"Well, it was my sister she treated.  Besides, now that I know she's 
amenable to a girl on girl relationship, I think I can woo her.  A 
few flowers, maybe some perfume..."

Just responding without thinking, Chester said, "No perfume."

"Why not?  I haven't met a girl yet who didn't like to smell nice."

"Well, you have now.  The hospital where Chastity did her residency 
discouraged perfume, calling it a possible contaminant and allergy 
risk.  She just got out of the habit.  Now she can't even stand 
strong perfumes on others."

"Thanks for the info."  The girl winked suggestively and turned away, 
but then turned back.  "You want to go out for a friendly lunch and 
let me pump you for more info on your cousin?"

"You want me to help you seduce my own cousin?"

"Sure."

"I'll be honest; I don't think you've got a chance with her."

"Then what's the harm in talking?"

"Fine, but I reserve the right to refuse to answer any questions for 
any reason."

"Fair enough."

"You know, I don't even know your name."

"It's Daphne."

After Chester got dressed, he and Daphne went out.  He found Daphne 
to be a surprisingly personable lady and knowing that there was going 
to be nothing between them, Chester actually found himself getting to 
know the woman as a friend.  They spent much of their time talking of 
Chastity.  Chester made up some things, translated others from his 
own life, and refused to answer some questions as too personal, but 
Chastity wasn't the only thing they talked about.  They talked about 
growing up and things they had in common.  Both were from rich 
families, and both felt that they were pushed by their families into 
roles they didn't want but came to appreciate, Chester as a doctor, 
Daphne as a businesswoman.  The next day, Daphne came by again and 
they spent the day talking again.

Before Chester knew what was happening, it was Wednesday morning 
again.  He hadn't really made a decision about his job, one way or 
another, but felt he shouldn't make a decision on just a few hours 
thought, so he went in to work for another week.

At work that day, Chastity got a delivery of a box of chocolates and 
a note from Daphne.  The note ran that line between suggestive and 
thankful, so if she had not known what Daphne wanted, Chastity 
would've been wondering about Daphne's intentions.  It was while she 
was taking a brief break at a food court that Daphne came up and sat 
across from her.  "Hi, remember me?"

"Yeah, we met last Saturday.  I also want you to know Chester told me 
all about what you talked about."

"That's okay. It lets me get right to the point.  Will you go out 
with me for dinner tonight?"

"Look, I appreciate the offer-"

Daphne interrupted, "Great, pick you up at eight," and before 
Chastity could say another thing, Daphne got up and slipped into the 
crowd.

Chastity sat there for a few seconds going over Daphne's visit before 
saying, "What the hell just happened?"

After work, Chastity stood by the entrance, waiting for Daphne, and 
tapping the still unopened box of chocolates against her palm in 
annoyance.  Daphne drove up and got out.  "Ready to go?"

"Hold it, young lady.  I'm not about to be tricked into anything.  At 
NO point did I say okay to a date."

Daphne had the decency to look ashamed.  "I am sorry about that, but 
Chester told me you probably wouldn't want to give me a chance."

"And you couldn't respect that?"

"One date, Chastity.  That's all I want.  Just one date to give me a 
chance to prove myself."

"Daphne-"

"One date.  If you don't like it, then I'll never bother you again."

"I don't know..."

"No obligations.  I'm not buying you dinner to get you into the sack later."

"Alright.  One date."

The two went out for dinner and a show.  Daphne had bought tickets to 
the opera and Chastity found herself enjoying the night despite 
herself.  At the end of the night, when Daphne asked her if she 
enjoyed the date, Chastity just said without thinking, "Very much so, 
thanks."

Then Daphne surprised her with, "So how about a second date on Sunday 
after work?"  When Chastity seemed about to turn her down, Daphne 
quickly said, "You did say you enjoyed yourself."

Chastity sighed.  "Daphne, why is this so important to you?  Why do 
you want me so much?"

Daphne stared at her for a few seconds before saying, "I don't know. 
Maybe it's just what your cousin told me about you, but the more I 
know about you, the more I want to know."

"Alright, I'll give you another date on Sunday, but don't think this 
means we've got a relationship."

"Not even friendship?"

"Okay, I'll give you that.  But let's just take this one day at a time."

"Deal."

The date Sunday went better than the first and Daphne even managed to 
sneak a quick peck on the cheek.

Monday morning, Chester was surprised when he answered a knock on the 
door and saw Daphne there.  "Chastity" had told her that he'd be out 
of town, so he wondered what Daphne was doing there.  "Hey, Daphne, 
what's up?"

"Could I talk to you about Chastity, Chester?"

"Sure.  Come on in."  Daphne came in and Chester showed her to the 
couch.  "So what do you want to talk about?"

"Do you know that Chastity and I are dating?"

"I know you've had a couple of dates and she hasn't turned you down for more."

"That's part of what I wanted to talk about.  I'm usually pretty good 
about judging people, and I'm pretty sure that Chastity is enjoying 
our time together."

"But...?"

"But getting her to admit that is like pulling teeth.  Am I really 
misreading her?  Or is there something wrong with me?"

"There's nothing wrong with you."

"Then what?"

Chester had to think for a bit before saying, "Daphne, I know that 
Chastity likes you, but... she's devoted her life to medicine.  She 
has seen more than a few relationships go bad because people couldn't 
handle that.  She's now more than a bit gun-shy about getting 
involved with anyone.  I think you should just accept her friendship 
and not expect more."

"I'm not sure I can do that.  I think...  I think I'm in love with 
your cousin, Chester."

Chester was afraid of this.  He was falling for Daphne, too, but down 
deep he was Chester, a guy.  He felt he was deceiving her.  He had to 
do something before this went any further.

"Daphne, Chastity does care for you, but are you prepared to always 
be number two in her life after her patients?  Because the minute you 
shed one tear over that, it'll destroy her."  Daphne remained silent, 
contemplating his words.  "Look, how about you and I spend a day just 
chatting like last week?"

"Okay, sounds good."

They went out and chatted as friends, but Chester could tell that 
Daphne was distracted, obviously thinking about what he had told her. 
At the end of the day, he asked her, "Have you decided on what you're 
going to do about Chastity?"

"Not yet."

"Just be a friend to her, Daphne.  I hate to say it, but don't ask 
for more."  Daphne just turned and walked away.  Daphne came back the 
next day and they spent the day talking some more.

Over Chester's next week as Chastity, they dated a few times, but he 
still wasn't sure of anything.  He didn't know what Daphne was 
planning, he wasn't sure what how he felt spending his week as a 
woman, and he didn't know what he was going to do about Daphne or 
Bikini Beach.

The next "weekend" as Chester, Daphne came back to talk.  He learned 
then that she hadn't decided what she was going to do.  They spent 
the days talking about a lot of things, and when Tuesday evening 
rolled around she seemed to have made a decision, so he asked her 
what she was going to do about Chastity.  She just smiled and told 
him to ask Chastity next Sunday night.

Over the next week Daphne stayed near Chastity as much as she could, 
coming to Bikini Beach every day.  They only went out on Wednesday 
and Friday, but Daphne still was available constantly.

On Sunday night, Daphne met Chastity as soon as she came into the 
park.  Chastity asked, "What's up?"

"I hope you don't think me too forward, but I made reservations at a 
fancy restaurant for tonight.  I've got something I want to ask you."

"Oh?  What is it?"

"Not here.  Tonight.  After dinner."  Chastity thought about trying 
to beg off, but decided to give it a shot.

At the restaurant, Daphne told her, "Order anything you want.  My treat."

"Daph, what's going on?  What is it you want tonight?"

Daphne gave her a weak smile.  "Later.  I've got something to ask 
you, and if you turn me down, I want a couple stiff drinks in me."

Chastity was afraid of that.  Somehow she knew that Daphne was going 
to try to make the relationship into something more serious, and she 
just didn't know how she was going to handle it.

So when the waiter came by asking them if they wanted a pre-meal 
cocktail, she ordered a Long Island Iced Tea.  Daphne commented, 
"Watch out, girlfriend.  Those pack quite a wallop."

"I can handle it."

"Okay, just be careful."

But Chastity's estimation of her tolerance to alcohol was based on 
Chester's body, not the smaller female one she currently had.  About 
45 minutes into the meal, Daphne told her, "You're sloshed."

"Am I?  I hadn't noticed."  Chastity giggled as though she had heard 
something eminently funny.

Disappointed, Daphne said, "Come on.  I'll take you home."

Chastity allowed Daphne to drive her home and carry her into the 
bedroom.  Once there, Chastity threw her arms around Daphne's neck 
and said, "Didn't you have something you wanted to ask me?"

"Yeah, but you're drunk.  I'll ask you later."

"You want me, don't you?"

"Chastity, please."

"Want to know a secret?"

"Chastity..."

"I want you, too."

"Chastity, you're drunk."

"So?  That doesn't make me want you any less."  Daphne tried to help 
Chastity over to the bed, but Chastity pressed their lips together, 
then whispered, "I want you, Daphne.  Take me to bed."

To her credit, Daphne had not intended to take advantage of Chastity 
in her current state, but with Chastity in her arms and asking to be 
sexed, the temptation was just too much.  Daphne undressed the both 
of them, and pulled Chastity into bed with her.

The next day, Chester woke up to the feeling of someone nuzzled up 
against him.  It took a few minutes before he remembered what had 
happened the night before.  When he did, he just blurted out, "Oh, my 
god," and lurched to the side.  Unfortunately, the change back had 
not removed the alcohol from his body.  He fell off the edge of the 
bed, a pounding headache all but paralyzing him.

Daphne, waken out of her sleep, sat up and said, "Chester?  What the 
hell?  Where's Chastity?"

Chester sat by the edge of the bed, rubbing his temples.  "I'm sorry, 
Daphne.  I really am."

Daphne wrapped the covers around her.  "Sorry?  For what?  What's 
going on here?"

"Please be quiet, Daphne.  Give me a minute and I'll explain everything."

Daphne was confused, but waited for Chester to get it together.  When 
he did, he explained everything.  He told her about Bikini Beach's 
secret, the transformations he underwent every Wednesday and Sunday, 
and the dual life he had been leading over the last month.  He'd 
probably get in trouble with the old woman who ran the park, but at 
this point he didn't care.

After he was finished, Daphne sat back and said, "I had heard rumors, 
but I thought it was just crazy talk."

"I'm sorry, Daphne.  This is why I never got involved with you 
before.  You may have seen Chastity, but inside it was still Chester."

"This is so weird.  In one form, you're my best friend."

"And in the other, I'm just the guy cousin of your best friend."

"No, that's just it.  It's Chester who is my best friend."

"Chester?  But you barely know me."

"I know enough.  You gave me my space, accepted me as a lesbian, 
never expecting anything out of me sexually.  So when we talked, we 
actually got to know each other.  I was so busy trying to woo 
Chastity, that I didn't do that with her."

Chester climbed up and sat on the bed.  "I guess the reason I was so 
willing to give you space was because I knew you'd be back after me 
as Chastity.  I never intended to let anything happen, but I... just 
couldn't push you away, either."

"Ironic, isn't it?  As either a man or a woman, I wouldn't have taken 
the time to know you like I do.  If you were just a guy, I'd've had 
no reason to spend time with you.  If you were just Chastity, then I 
would've been preoccupied with your beauty.  Your duality makes you 
my best friend and my best girl."

"Now, I've just want to decide if I want to keep doing it."

"Why wouldn't you?"  Chester explained his hesitations and misgivings 
about the woman who ran Bikini Beach.  "Well, it seems to me that if 
she were untrustworthy, you wouldn't have the misgivings you do about 
this."

"I suppose that's true enough."

The two sat together for a while before Daphne asked, "Chester, would 
you do something for me?"

"What?"

"Stay with Bikini Beach.  Keep changing back and forth every week."

"Why?"

"Like I told you, as Chester, you're my best friend.  That won't 
change if you stay Chester full time, but I just don't feel anything 
sexually for you.  And I love being with Chastity, but I'd miss the 
camaraderie of being with someone without sexual tension being 
between us.  With your dual life, you're everything I could hope for."

Chester thought about her offer for a while.  "Daphne, if there was 
anything that was going to convince me to keep this up, your offer 
would be it."

"Why do I hear a big but coming up?"

"But what I told you before wasn't made up just to keep you at bay. 
Chastity or Chester, my medicine and my patients will always come 
first.  Bikini Beach doesn't keep me as busy as a hospital might, but 
my duties as a doctor must always be the first thing in my life."

"I understand that.  It's what I wanted to tell Chastity... tell you 
last night.  Second place or fifty-second place, I'm willing to 
accept that."  Daphne took Chester's hand in hers.  "Chester, would 
you stay with Bikini Beach and marry me?"

Chester was stunned.  "Marry you?  You realize I am a guy?  Even when 
I'm Chastity, it's still me in there."

"I know.  Two days a week you're my best friend.  Then for five days 
a week my best friend gets a body that keeps me up at night.  I also 
get a legal marriage out of it."

"Are you sure?"

Daphne leaned over and kissed him.  "I'm sure."

************

THREE MONTHS LATER, AT THE WEDDING RECEPTION...

Chester and Daphne were moving about the reception, greeting all and 
hugging many.  Finally, at one point, Jenny walked up, gave Daphne a 
huge hug, and said, "Congrats, dearie.  I guess your father got his 
wish after all."

"Thanks to your boss."  Jenny then winked at Chester and walked away.

Chester asked, "How do you know Jenny?"

"My dad owns the company that supplies Bikini Beach with the 
equipment that makes it work.  Jenny and dad know each other well."

"Oh?  Hun, do me a favor and cover for me.  I need to get a breath of 
fresh air."

"Sure, but is something wrong?"

"Just... need to think."

"Uhm, okay."

Chester wandered out to the patio of the banquet hall where the 
reception was being held.  While he was at the edge, staring into the 
night sky, he heard grandmother's voice ask, "Something wrong, 
Chester?"

Chester remained silent for a few seconds before asking, "Did you 
arrange for me to get involved with Daphne, perhaps so you could make 
some deal with her father?"

The owner of Bikini Beach laughed.  "I wish.  One of the reasons why 
I chose her father was because he's a no-nonsense businessman.  He's 
tough, but utterly fair.  Once he makes a deal, he makes sure the 
deal goes through.  There's no way he'll cut me any slack just 
because his daughter married one of my employees.  The best I can 
hope for is that he may yell a little louder if something goes wrong."

"Good."

"That doesn't seem to help you deal with whatever is troubling you."

"How do I trust... anything around you?  I've seen what you can do. 
You seem to be working to help others, but still..."

Grandmother remained silent for a few seconds.  "Do you love her? 
Love Daphne?"

"With all my heart and soul."

"Then trust that.  Love is one of the most powerful forces anywhere. 
Somehow I think you were brought to Bikini Beach in order to make 
your relationship with Daphne possible."

Chester didn't say anything for a long while.  Finally, grandmother 
said, "Chester, it would take some doing, but I could give you a 
special device so that you could transform on your own.  You could 
leave Bikini Beach and still maintain your dual relationship with 
Daphne.  I would be sad to see you go, but I would do it for you."

Chester thought about it and said, "No.  Bikini Beach is what I've 
always wanted.  Practice without bureaucratic B.S."  He stood up and 
faced his boss.  "I'm not sure I'm ever going to be comfortable with 
Bikini Beach's secret, but for the time being I'm still your doctor. 
Can you live with that?"

"Yes.  Chester, I consider the staff of Bikini Beach to be kind of a 
family.  Even the kids who broke in a while back are part of that 
family.  Family members don't always agree, but as long as they 
respect one another, things can be worked out."

 From behind them in the doors back to the reception hall, Daphne 
asked, "Are you okay, love?"

Chester turned back to her.  "Yes, just had to work some things out." 
He walked back and kissed her on the cheek.  "Come on, we've got a 
party to finish."
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure, I just like T.V. better."

jrdss@alaska.net
ICQ#37222294
J R D

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