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   A Bikini Beach Summer

   by Daphne Xu

   Part 8

   The Day After

   Thanks to ElrodW, Bikini Beach's creator, for invaluable comments on
this story.  The Bikini Beach universe and its principal characters are
copyright 2001 by him.

   Any comments about Bikini Beach, how it works, what it does, by
characters other than Anya or Grandmother are potentially non-canonical and
wrong.  As this story is told from a particular point of view by the
protagonist, this includes comments by the narrator.  The protagonist, and
thus the narrative, are what the protagonist believes or interprets from
what he is experiencing.  Thus some of the mechanics of BB are biased by
the protagonist's view and experiences.  Furthermore, because of the
particular viewpoint of the story, those errors often won't be corrected.
When the errors are corrected, the correction will often be disbelieved and
rejected.

   Saturday, July 5th

   In clarinet lesson, while Brandon and I were playing one of the duets, I
realized both of us were in swimwear -- me in a one-piece, and Brandon in a
bikini.  And then I realized it wasn't the good Brandon I was in love with,
but the sexy evil lady Brandon from Bikini Beach.  Her face gleefully
warped into a hideous face, and she cackled at me in malicious delight. 
She was Ruth, an enraged murderous Ruth, somehow grown to monstrous size.
And she was after me.  I was trying to run, but my legs were almost
paralyzed.

   I woke up in a sweat, and burst into tears.  Brandon, Ruth, you couldn't
be -- you're not like that at all!  Not even as the lady at Bikini Beach.
No, not Brandon please!  And not Ruth, oh please, please, please!

   Eventually, I realized it was all a dream, and nothing more than a
dream. I got up to go to the bathroom, and tried to go to sleep.  Sexy lady
Brandon, and enraged murderous Peter/Ruth, preoccupied my mind, kept me
crying.  By comparison, learning that Vanessa and Becky were really guys
was minor.  But I eventually cried myself back to sleep.

   I finally woke up late Saturday morning.  I spotted my olive miniskirt,
blouse, and lingerie from yesterday scattered about the floor, reminding me
of the pretty lady Brandon at Bikini Beach -- which in turn reminded me of
Ruth/Peter with enraged, murderous thoughts.  I collapsed on the bed, and
bawled anew.

   I have no idea how long I would have laid there.  I did notice the
doorbell ringing, but it didn't register until someone knocked at my door.
I wiped my face before calling out, "Come in!" I knew it wasn't Ma, or Pa,
or Ruth at the door -- it didn't sound like their knocks.

   It turned out to be Daisy.  As I rose up to a sitting position, Daisy
came in, sat on my lap, and hugged me.  "You're very sad," she said.

   I couldn't see how Daisy could possibly understand what happened
yesterday, and I definitely didn't want to talk about Ruth as Peter with
murderous thoughts.  Ruth didn't even exist before we started going to
Bikini Beach.  And I didn't want to talk about Brandon.

   So I sat with Daisy on my lap, hugging her for some time.  Finally, I
said, "I'd probably better get up now, and go for breakfast." I dumped the
scattered clothes into the hamper.  I thought of just trashing them, but
decided against it.  The skirt and blouse would require special cleaning,
but Ma would take care of that.

   I got into my robe and went downstairs, followed by Daisy.  I was way
too late for breakfast with the family.  Pa had left for work, even though
it was Saturday.  As I made my own breakfast -- and something for Daisy --
Ma said, "Pa insisted on going in to work today, despite his hurt side. 
And something disturbed you last night at Bikini Beach, I could tell.  You
may talk about it if you want -- you may talk about anything with me." I
just kept silent; I didn't want to tell Ma about Brandon, and especially I
didn't want to talk or even think about a murderous Ruth.  "In times like
these, the Mental work and the Lesson are particularly important," added
Ma, as she turned on the Mental Work.

   We retired to the living-room for the Lesson, and then Daisy asked me,
"Could you play something on the piano, Lucy?"

   I played a piece I'd memorized, one that I liked from several years
back. I briefly glanced at Daisy, and she was swaying and moving her feet
to the music, with a smile on her face.  So I played a few more pieces.

   "Say, how about my clarinet?" I asked suddenly.

   "Sure!" She followed me upstairs to my room, and watched as I put my
clarinet together.  "I let my reed soak for a while.  If you want, we can
go back downstairs for another piano piece." So we did.

   Afterwards, we returned to my room for the clarinet.  I played a few
dance pieces, waltzes and such.  I liked watching her move and swing to my
music.  I decided to let this substitute for practice, because I wasn't at
all sure I could get myself to practice after seeing Brandon as a pretty
lady in a bikini yesterday at Bikini Beach.

   Afterwards, Daisy asked me, "Do you know Taekwondo?"

   I recognized it as a term Ruth used.  "All I know is that it involves
kicking and punching.  I saw Ruth do it, and that's what she called it."

   "Ruth taught me a few kicks.  I wondered if you knew it."

   "Ma would never let us do something so unladylike as Taekwondo.  Last
night, Ma said Ruth kicked Pa, hurting him pretty badly, after Pa spanked
her."

   "I can't believe Ruth would do anything like that!" said Daisy.

   I definitely wasn't going to tell Daisy about what I'd learned last
night about Ruth.  In fact, I was wondering by then whether that had really
happened last night, or I was just imagining it -- I had dreamed it all -
going up to Anya, learning about Peter and murderous thoughts, running off
in a fog of grief and sickness.

   I couldn't think of anything to say.

   "Ruth has changed," Daisy said.

   "Yeah, when we first went to Bikini Beach.  You have no idea how bizarre
Bikini Beach really is.  I don't want to talk about what happened
yesterday. I'm not even sure if I dreamed it last night.  I'm getting
rather drowsy." I yawned and lay down on the bed.  I was glad to get away
from a nasty topic.

   Daisy climbed on the bed next to me.  For a while, I lay half-awake,
half-asleep, eventually falling asleep.

   I awoke when Ma called me downstairs for a phone call.  Daisy was next
to me, asleep.  I yawned and went down for the call.  "Hey Lucy, we miss
you!" that was Carol!

   "We understand you didn't want to come to Bikini Beach," added Vanessa.
"But perhaps you'd like to join us for lunch outside of Bikini Beach. 
Perhaps we'll go for a pizza?"

   "I'd love to!" I just realized how much I was missing the other girls.
"Let me ask Ma." I set the phone down and called, "Ma!  They want to take
me to lunch."

   "Of course, by all means go and enjoy your friends!"

   But first I had to go wake up Daisy.  I didn't think I could just leave
her asleep here.  She was awake when I returned to my room.  "My friends
from Bikini Beach want to take me out.  Is that okay?"

   "That's okay.  Hey, I kept you with me all morning.  You want to be with
your own friends, go!  I have to go home for lunch, anyway."

   "Becky says her aunt will drive us," Carol said, when I returned to the
phone.  "We'll see you in about half an hour."

   "I'll be ready!"

   I realized I was still in my bathrobe.  Pa wasn't home, so I changed
into a pair of blue shorts and a red tee-shirt.  Ma gave me a handbag.  "I
put in some extras you might need.  Off with you now, have fun with your
friends."

   I waited outside, sitting on the doorstep.  The next half-hour was one
of the longest in memory; it felt like forever.  And they still weren't
here after the half hour.  Were they ever going to come?

   A car I'd never seen before pulled up.  The girls poured out of the car,
and ran up and enveloped me.  I felt a momentary sense of irony.  I was
embarrassingly under-dressed for Pa to see me in shorts, but now I felt
embarrassingly overdressed among the girls.

   "Hey, Lucy!" said Becky.  "You didn't meet my aunt, did you?  This is
Aunt Yuko.  Yuko Higuchi."

   "I'm pleased to meet you, Miss Higuchi," I said, nodding my head
slightly.  Becky and Aunt Yuko looked very much alike, and were dressed
similarly, in bikini tops -- Becky's sky-blue and Aunt Yuko's bright yellow
-- and tight cut-off jeans shorts.  Aunt Yuko was a couple inches taller.

   We all piled into Aunt Yuko's car -- the smallest car I'd ever seen.  It
didn't have space for more than four people, but we somehow managed.  Two
of us had to sit on someone's lap.  I sat on Carol's lap, and Jen on
Vanessa's, with Alice squashed in between.  It was really quite cozy, with
Carol's arms around my waist.

   As we drove off, Becky up front said, "I'm staying with Aunt Yuko for
the summer.  She--" Becky cleared her throat, "introduced me to Bikini
Beach.  She often comes as well; she was there last night." I didn't
remember seeing her, but then I didn't know about her.

   "Introduced, meaning changed her to a girl for the summer," sneered
Alice.

   Becky asked, "Hey, guys.  Anyone know about the latest Naked Brothers
video?"

   "Oh God!  Ow!" I hit the roof when I jumped.

   "Ow!  Careful Lucy!" exclaimed Carol under me, when I crashed back down
on her.

   "I hear it'll be released soon," said Jen.

   "Their latest video is at Borders Tuesday night at midnight," said
Alice. "I'm gonna be there, definitely.  Anyone else?"

   "Me," said Jen at the same time that Becky said, "I will."

   I just sat there, jaw down on my chest, face aflame, turning my head
back and forth at the girls.

   "Uh, girls?" said Vanessa, "I think we just gave Lucy here another
shock. We owe her an explanation; she's had enough as it was last night."

   "Naked Brothers is a boy-band, Lucy," said Carol.

   "They're the hottest thing since the Bubbleboys and the Spice Girls!"
added Alice.

   "Girls!" called out Aunt Yuko, as we turned into a parking lot of a
pizza place.  "We're here!"

   As soon as the car stopped, we all clambered out.  As we hurried into
the restaurant, Becky said to me, "And no, Lucy, they're not actually
naked. That's just their name.  But three of them are brothers. 
Twelveyear-old twins Jake and Rake, and their older brother Lake, who's our
age."

   "Wait a minute!" I said.  "I seem to recall you guys tormenting Carol
about a twelve-year-old flute player -- and now, you're all bubbly about
twelve-year-old twin boys?"

   "Yeah.  So?" answered Becky.

   We found ourselves a booth, and the girls continued talking among
themselves about the band, and I zoned out.  I didn't care for modern pop
and rock music, or whatever they called it these days.  It was nasty stuff,
almost sinful, and most contrary to Christian Science.  The very name
itself, "Naked Brothers Band", was a blatant shout out to sin.

   "Guys, guys!" exclaimed Vanessa over the others.  "We've left the guest
of honor way behind here."

   I blushed to find myself as the sudden center of attention.  Something
occurred to me.  "Um, Becky, when you were -- I mean last year, did you -
um." I trailed off, at a loss for words, as a couple of the girls giggled.

   "You mean when I was Bruce?" Becky replied innocently.  Yesterday at
Bikini Beach, Becky had told us that she was actually Bruce Miura, someone
I knew at school.  I'd had trouble actually believing her, until I
mentioned something we both hoped everyone had forgotten.  My face burned
all the more now.

   "Yeah.  Did you listen to the band when you were Bruce?"

   "No, actually not.  I heard girls talking about them, but I was never
interested.  Sometimes I night when I fall asleep, I'm just amazed at how
I've changed.  I mean, I can't believe how hot boys are now, or that I've
become very much the giggly Genki fangirl I..." She paused and looked down
shamefully.  "...  very much had the hots for before."

   Vanessa said, "Lucy, this was part of what hit you hard yesterday,
wasn't it?  I mean, you never knew about Bikini Beach, how they turned boys
into girls, until last night."

   "Well, sorta." I didn't even know what I was thinking, really. 
Definitely couldn't articulate it.  My crush Brandon being a pretty lady in
a bikini.  Becky turning out to be my friend Bruce at school.  Vanessa
turning out to be a guy -- and Carol knowing about it the past few days and
not giving even a hint.  And me distinctly remembering the girl where Carol
remembered the guy.  I just couldn't wrap my head around it.  "I was
surprised, of course, to learn that two of you were actually boys.  I mean,
you don't seem like boys at all."

   "My personality has changed, and Becky's has as well," said Vanessa. 
"Vernon's a much more cheerful, carefree, laid-back guy than me."

   Jen said, "I'm really curious.  I want to meet you as Vernon.  I can
imagine being very good friends." Jen licked her lips.

   "So can I, dear.  So can I," replied Vanessa, hugging Jen.

   "So Bikini Beach changes more than just your body and sex then?" I
asked. "Changes your personality as well?"

   "In my case, I think it's just the hormones," said Becky.  "Or maybe
they changed me into the kind of girl I had the hots for.  Or maybe changed
me into the girl I would have been born as.  Beats the heck out-a me. 
Bruce seldom cared for either boy-bands or girl-groups, but he, I found
their giggling, screaming, excited, hyper fangirls quite hot, cute, and
attractive.  Lucy," she sounded serious for a moment, certainly a rare
event.  "I viewed you as a friend rather than potential girlfriend back in
school because you were never like that.  You were all serious.

   "I still have my thinking and memories as a boy.  I have hots for boys
now, but I still have hots for girls.  Especially five particularly lovely,
gorgeous girls around me even now.  Late at night when I'm home in bed, the
boy in me, or perhaps the bisexual in me, truly comes out -- except that
I'm just as likely to fantasize about you in jeans and blouse or tee-shirt,
as in bikinis.  And it's your faces more than any other part of your
anatomy.  You included, Lucy.  This fall, when I return as Bruce, I'm sure
I'll see you in a different light.  And maybe even try to lure you away
from Brandon." She giggled at that last bit.

   I blushed again.  Carol said, "You'll have to wait in line, Becky.  I'm
bigger than you."

   "Hrmph!" snorted Becky.  "We'll just see what Bruce has to say about
that."

   Wow, it felt certainly ...  novel ...  to have two (um) persons fight
over me.  Did Carol actually think of me like that?  Remembering Bruce back
at school, it was strange and a bit embarrassing to have him think of me
like that -- or to possibly think of him like that.

   "It's rather different for me," Vanessa rushed in.  "After Anya warned
me about Transformation Shock, I got two-week memberships.  I'd spend a
couple nights as Vernon before getting the next pass, and think and dream
and wonder about being with you -- me, a guy, being accepted as a friend by
five gorgeous girls."

   "Vanessa, you mentioned transformation shock," said Carol.  "I assume it
occurs when one has had too many transformations.  Do you know anything
more about it?"

   "Not really.  Just something bad that happens after too many
transformations -- something Anya warned me against.  How many is too many,
I'm not sure.  I think she said two or three weeks approaches the danger
point, if I transform three times a week.

   Vanessa continued, "I think that whenever I change to Vanessa, I become
the girl I would have been had I been born one."

   My head hurt.  I squeezed my eyes closed in confusion, and squeezed my
head between my hands.  I just couldn't make head nor tail of it.  It flew
way over my head, like a lead balloon.

   Vanessa noticed.  "Don't fret over it, darling.  I don't understand it
either.  Yesterday, Dad came with us for the July 4th celebration, and
turned into a woman himself." I remembered the woman she introduced as her
mom's friend.  "This morning, I couldn't tell if he remembered even being a
woman.  But he got into his car and drove off.  I don't know where or why."

   I squeezed my head again.  "I just can't understand any of this!"

   "As I said, don't fret over it.  There's plenty in this world we don't
understand."

   Carol said, "But seeing her Brandon as a bikini-clad beauty just can't
be forgotten or dismissed like that."

   "`Her Brandon'?" giggled Alice, to my eternal embarrassment, and to the
others' eternal amusement.  My cheeks flamed.

   "Now now," said Vanessa.  "We're all here to help Lucy with her issues,
not tease her about them."

   "But teasing's so much fun!" said Alice.

   "Yeah, we don't mean any harm by it," added Becky.

   I just remained silent, and took a bite of my slice of pizza.

   There was a moment of silence, during which we all ate our pizza slices.
I, for one, didn't know what to say.

   "Hey, guys, Petunia's having a sale at the mall this weekend!" That was
Vanessa, changing the subject and possibly filling that gaping silence.  I
never went in there, not only because the lingerie there seemed so naughty,
but also because it was atrociously expensive.  I know that there's
intricate design and work involved, but it really seemed like less material
meant greater price.

   "Ooo, wow!" said Becky.  "What they sell is so sexy."

   "Would you girls all like to visit the mall after we finish here?  Or
should we return to Bikini Beach?" asked Aunt Yuko.

   I remained silent, while everyone else debated.  Some called for the
mall, others for Bikini Beach.  Carol mentioned, "I'd like to browse the
bookstore.  But it doesn't have to be today."

   "I saw a new store there a few days ago, `Spells R Us'," said Jen.  "I
couldn't check it out then.  I wanna check it out sometime."

   Aunt Yuko exclaimed, "I'm not going anywhere near that store.  That
place is run by an old prankster.  Its products have done untold mischief,
usually involving changing unsuspecting men into girls and animals, and
often involving mind control as well.  `If ever you see Spells R Us, run,
do not walk, away.' Sorry, girls.  The mall is out, as long as that store's
there."

   "Bikini Beach turned at least one unsuspecting boy into a girl," said
Becky, obviously referring to herself.  "And Bikini Beach does a certain
amount of mind control, in Vanessa's case.  Right?"

   Words of Mrs.  Eddy from the Mental Work came to my mind: the mental
malpractioner "is not and cannot be Christian Scientist.  He is disloyal to
God and Man.  He has every opportunity to mislead the human mind, and he
uses it."

   "I can't say how," said Aunt Yuko, "but Bikini Beach is different from
SRU.  At least, once the pass does its work, it doesn't change anything
further.  Also, in your case, I demanded no reality-shift.  And as few
mental changes as possible."

   It was ultimately decided to return to Bikini Beach.  "But I didn't
bring a swimsuit," I complained.  Then I looked in the handbag Ma sent with
me.  Sure enough, there was a swimsuit wrapped in a towel.  It was my
bikini, but I could live with that.  "Yes I did.  Ma put one in."

   As we drove back to Bikini Beach, me on Carol's lap again, Alice said,
"Until now, we never did anything outside of Bikini Beach.  We should do
this more often."

   "Hey, how about a sleepover?" asked Becky.  "Tonight!"

   "We couldn't do it tonight," said Aunt Yuko.  "You'd have to get
permission from all your parents, and decide where to hold it.  You have to
plan these things ahead."

   "We could host it.  Our place would be perfect," said Becky.

   "That's fine with me," said Aunt Yuko.  "But we still plan it ahead. 
Some families might already have plans for tonight."

   "I suppose you're right," said Becky.  "But I'm sure that, calling from
Bikini Beach, it shouldn't be too hard to get the parents' permission for
tonight."

   "Wait a minute.  Are you insinuating--?" began Vanessa.

   "Yes," interrupted Becky.

   "No, no, we shouldn't manipulate people like that," said Vanessa.

   "Awwww.  Okay, so we plan for Tuesday or Thursday night."

   "I'm fine with either," said Alice.  "Mom and Dad will agree, I'm sure."

   I didn't know about my parents.  "I have to call home anyway and tell Ma
where I am, so I'll ask her." We found a public phone, and I called home.
Ma answered.  "I'm at Bikini Beach now," I told her.

   "I suspected you would go, and I'm glad.  Something happened last night
to disturb you -- and I hope you can recover."

   "Um, Ma?  The girls are planning a sleepover, either Tuesday or Thursday
night.  May I go?"

   "That's a great idea!  I remember pajama parties when I was growing up,
and we always had a great time."

   "Thanks Ma!" I wondered what Ma would have thought if she knew that two
of us were GIRLs.  I wasn't going to mention it; I doubted that Ma even
knew that Bikini Beach transformed guys into girls.  I was a still a little
worried and embarrassed about them as GIRLs perhaps seeing us in a state of
undress, but if nobody else brought it up, I certainly wasn't going to
mention it.

   Now that that was settled, it was time for some good Bikini Beach fun. I
was quite happy to see Bikini Beach restored to its usual state.

   At one point, we were sitting at the edge of a pool, relaxing, dipping
our toes in the water.  Nancy and Cindy joined us.

   "I heard about last night.  You okay, Lucy?" Nancy asked.

   "Let's see.  A pretty lady clarinetist tells me she's my male clarinet
instructor." I blushed again, wincing, but then managed to recover.  "I
discover that Bikini Beach changes boys to girls -- and that two of my new
girlfriends here were guys.  One was a friend from school last year.  The
other -- it seems that I remember her as a girl while Carol remembers her
as a guy -- when she was a guy.  Let's see, anything else utterly messed
up? I can't think of anything off-hand.  So yeah, I'm perfectly fine."

   "I think Lucy's still disturbed," said Carol.  "Heck, I only discovered
Bikini Beach's transformation tendencies by accident a few days ago, after
I met up with Vernon and Lucy in the parking lot a few days ago.  Come to
think of it, Nancy, you don't seem surprised, shocked, or even disbelieving
at this.  Why?"

   "I learned about it last spring vacation, myself.  It's not something
one talks about.  So of course, I never told you or Mom or Dad.  Nobody but
Cindy; as BFFs, we don't keep secrets from each other." Nancy and Cindy
smiled at each other.

   "This bugs me: why would a guy ever go to a girls-only water park?"
asked Alice.  "A park that bills itself as for girls only?"

   "Oh, several reasons, Alice," answered Vanessa.  "Perhaps he missed the
`girls only' part, or misread it.  Maybe he thinks the 'girls only' doesn't
really apply to him, or he's just thinking with a baser appendage. 
Sometimes a family goes as a whole, again missing the 'girls only' part, or
someone already knows the Bikini Beach secret.

   "In *my* case," continued Vanessa.  "My first visit came when Mom
discovered Bikini Beach and decided to take Helen.  I told a friend, who
then informed me that they accept boys at that girls-only water park I
didn't believe him, and he dared me to try to get admitted.  Doubledared
me. He promised to reimburse my ticket if I did.  His sister, who's also a
friend, lent me a wig, a dress, and a swimsuit -- it was a onepiece, and it
turned out to be the one and only time I wore a one-piece at Bikini Beach.
She also put on a little makeup to soften the curves of my face.  I
wondered if this would be enough to make everyone believe I was a girl."
She laughed.

   We all laughed, and it took a minute or so to calm down again and let
her continue her story.

   "I took the bus to Bikini Beach the same day that Mom took Helen.  I was
a little scared that someone might recognize me as a boy dressed like a
girl, and beat me up, but nothing happened -- except that one woman on the
bus told me I looked nothing like a girl.  In any case, I made it to Bikini
Beach, got in line, and managed to avoid chickening out.  The saleslady was
an old woman -- Grandmother herself, as I found out later.  I didn't think
I fooled her, but she did sell me a `guest pass'.  It was far more
expensive than I thought it would be, but I did have the cash; it took most
of my lunch money.  I gave my name as Vanessa, the first one I could think
of beginning with V, and with the n-sound in the middle.

   "On my way to the changing rooms, I was surprised to see a men's
changing room, and decided to use that.  Of course, nobody else was there.
I showered nude -- I always do at public swimming pools -- and felt myself
change.  When it ended, I checked myself out in the mirror.  I bore no
resemblance to the girl my friends tried to make me into.  I was much
taller, for one, and with shorter hair.

   "Both Grandmother and Anya entered, while I was still nude.  Grandmother
was obviously trying to hold her amusement in, while maintaining a stern
visage.  After saying, `You see now how we can admit boys to a girls-only
water park, young lady,' she told me that my change lasts until around
midnight.  I automatically answered `Vanessa' when asked my name. 
Grandmother told me that everyone but myself, herself, and Anya would know
and remember me only as Vanessa until I changed back.  Finally, Grandmother
admitted that I'd provided her with a certain amusement, in my attempt to
disguise myself as a girl to get in.  I was obviously harmless and friendly
towards girls.

   "That's when Anya spoke for the first time.  I still remember with a
certain mortification what she said: `I only accompanied Grandmother
because I really wanted to meet a guy who had the gall to disguise himself
as a girl to get admitted to a girl's water park, and doing such a
God-awful job at it.'" Vanessa both shuddered and laughed, and we laughed
as well.

   "Anya and I became friendly acquaintances.  I also met up with another
girl who was alone and seemed a bit lonely, and we stayed together the rest
of the day -- and as it turned out, every visit since.  She was Carol, of
course." Vanessa looked over and smiled at Carol.

   Carol said, "That was my lucky day.  Usually, I came with Nancy and
Cindy, and spent the day with them.  But that day, they couldn't come.  I
came by myself, and was feeling rather lonely and not really enjoying the
water rides and activities.  Then I met Vanessa.  And the rest is history."

   Vanessa continued, "Late morning, we met up with Mom and Helen, and I
understood how things had really changed.  I heard Helen's piercing scream,
`Hey, Vanessa!' Of course, you recall Helen couldn't have known that
morning that I would be there, let alone the name I was going to pick out.
And when we got together, Mom said, `So you decided to come after all,
Vanessa.' Of course, I introduced Carol.

   "Mom was rather confused the next morning about me having joined them,
yet somehow fitting in, not standing out as a lone boy, her not objecting.
But it was only when Mom took Helen and me for the second visit that Mom
learned about the transformations.  Of course, Anya was the saleslady then,
and she could barely contain her mirth as she sold all three of us guest
passes.  I could barely contain my embarrassment when she observed that I
didn't try that disguise this time.

   "Oh, my friend did honor the bet, and reimbursed me the cost of the
pass. So that's my story, and sorry it took so long."

   "Hey, Becky, let's hear your story," said Carol.

   "Yeah!" agreed the rest of us.

   "It's not very interesting," said Becky.  "Aunt Yuko brought me.  She
got me a summer membership.  I think she wanted to make me a girl for the
summer.  Of course, she didn't tell me." She looked over at Aunt Yuko.

   "That was part of the reason.  But part was simply that I enjoyed
evenings and weekends relaxing at Bikini Beach, and I wanted you to enjoy
it as well.  As for the girl part, yeah.  It's because your parents sprung
you on me suddenly, without warning or explanation.  They just insisted I
keep Bruce for the summer."

   "It was just as sudden and surprising for me too.  All I know is that my
parents wanted me out of there.  Scary and exciting, too, the prospect of
living with my hot aunt." Becky giggled.  "I wondered if I would finally
get to have sex."

   We all laughed at that, although my laughter was the laughter of
embarrassment.  I was amazed and embarrassed at the turn this conversation
was taking.

   "Flatterer!" said Aunt Yuko, blushing.  "For me, the question was
whether I'd be able to hold out against the irresistible temptation of my
young hunk of a nephew living with me in my one-bedroom condo.  I decided
to play it safe -- or at least safer -- and have my niece instead.  I've
known about Bikini Beach transformations for a long time."

   "Of course," said Becky, "I knew my opportunity to have sex as a guy
vanished once Bikini Beach changed me to a girl.  I still recall that first
day." Becky giggled.  "So excited about seeing all the bikini-clad girls,
knowing I would be with them, talk with them, even play with them, and so
forth.  Of course, it didn't occur to me that I would actually BE one of
them." Becky giggled some more.  "Then when I was alone in the men's
changing room, in the middle of showering I suddenly felt strange and
peculiar, all over.  It wasn't just the sudden lengthening of my hair, or
the sudden spurt of boobs, or how my dick and balls got swallowed up to be
replaced by a pussy."

   "Becky, can't you be more delicate in your language?  There are girls
here!" That was Vanessa.  I agreed; did Becky have to be so blunt?

   "Oh, my humble apologies -- I meant to say `cunt'." Becky stuck out her
tongue, and Vanessa rolled her eyes and threw up her hands.  "Anyway, my
whole body felt strange and bizarre -- perhaps like Daffy Duck when the
paintbrush turned him into a crawling flower.

   "I really freaked out when I looked in the mirror and saw myself as a
young version of Aunt Yuko in nothing but a bikini bottom.  You girls
who've worn bikinis all your life don't realize how brief a bikini bottom
really is." She giggled.  "And as a boy, one wants to ogle cute girls in
skimpy clothing.  One doesn't want to BE one!  One would just die from
embarrassment."

   "Sometimes I do," I said.  "Not die of embarrassment, I mean.  Notice
how skimpy a bikini is, especially with Pa's distaste of girls in bikinis
and skimpy clothes.  Come to think of it, I sometimes do come close to
dying from embarrassment, when I'm by myself and think back on myself in
this bikini." I looked down at myself.  "I probably would die of
embarrassment and something else, if Pa ever caught me in this.  I mean, my
underwear covers a lot more than this bikini."

   "You have a sense of how I felt," said Becky, as she continued her
story. "I had no idea how or why it happened, and I burst out in tears, for
the first time in perhaps five years.

   "An old woman -- the woman we now know as Grandmother, the founder of
Bikini Beach -- came in and tossed me the matching bikini top.  `Snap out
of it, young lady, and put your top on.  We don't allow topless bathing.' I
snapped out of it, and quickly put the top on -- not that it made me feel
any more covered.  Facing a stern Grandmother-type practically naked is a
position one doesn't want to be in, boy or girl." She snorted, and I
shuddered in sympathy.

   "Grandmother toned down the sternness somewhat, and told me a few
things. Bikini Beach was a girls-only water park, designed as a place for
girls and women to enjoy themselves without the discomfort of guys ogling
us - the standard line, you know." She giggled some more.  "She didn't say
anything about girls ogling us.  I would remain a girl the entire summer,
until the pass expired.  She also warned me that I should pick out a name
fairly soon.  If I didn't, someone else might do it, or even Bikini Beach
itself might choose.  She said a few other things that I don't remember,
and then told me to go out and find my aunt, who knew quite a bit about
Bikini Beach, for further explanation, and enjoy Bikini Beach.  She
promptly left.

   "I did manage to work up the nerve to go outside in that bikini.  This
was almost like those nightmares I used to have, where I find myself naked
outside and in horrible trouble.  Here I was, practically naked, walking
around outside.  The major consolation was that practically everyone else
was in the same boat.  But I was still dreading meeting Aunt Yuko, while
wearing that bikini.

   "I did find Aunt Yuko.  I was almost as shocked as I would have been as
a boy, seeing her in her own bikini.  For once, I was glad of my new
gender. Otherwise, my bikini bottom would have bulged out so bad -- maybe
followed by something even worse.  `Welcome to your new sex for the
summer,' she greeted me.  For some reason this struck me as utterly
hilarious.  I was beginning to learn how my personality had changed as well
as my body.  I'm all too inclined to giggle or burst out laughing, as well
as to burst out in tears.  I'm less likely to nurse a grudge -- I quickly
put my encounter with Grandmother behind me.  Bruce the boy might have been
unable to enjoy Bikini Beach the rest of the day, or even the rest of the
summer."

   "And, of course, you couldn't continue to call yourself Bruce," Carol
put in.

   Becky laughed.  "Actually, I probably could have.  Imagine a giggly,
silly, air-headed, hyper girl named Bruce.  But yeah, Grandmother warned
me, and Aunt Yuko told me several times, that I had to choose a name.  It
took me a while.  I was disturbed and upset at times about my tendency to
giggle and go all silly, but Aunt Yuko persuaded me to stop worrying and
enjoy it.  I eventually chose a silly, girly name to match the silly, girly
me - Becky, of course."

   I never thought of Becky as a silly, girly name.  Why would she think
that?

   Becky continued.  "Things changed at home -- Aunt Yuko's, that is.  For
example, my old eighth-grade student ID now shows `Becky Miura' and my
clothes also changed.  Many other possessions changed: that poster of
Richard Feynman I had on the wall changed to a hunk of an older boy,
muscular arms, six-pack torso, wearing a loincloth -- a short, very loose
one -- with a hot bikini-clad girl clinging to each arm."

   "I would have preferred to keep the Feynman poster," said Carol.

   "Euh, I would have liked both.  But I like that poster, with three hot
babes.  Anyway, sometimes at the mall or other places, I meet guys and
girls I knew at school.  None of them recognize me, of course, and I never
tell them who I am.  Apparently, that's different from Vanessa's
experience."

   "Yeah, everyone except Mom and Helen who knew me as Vernon now knows me
as Vanessa, and thinks I was always Vanessa.  With Dad at least, that's
probably a good thing.  I can only imagine what Dad would do to me as
Vernon, if he knew I turned into a girl routinely."

   Aunt Yuko added, "Vanessa's version is the norm for Bikini Beach -- they
call it a reality shift, and apparently they change the past so that
Vanessa always existed.  But I didn't want that, and demanded no reality
shift.  I just find it creepy and scary, and we had no one who needed to
recognize Bruce as Becky, or Becky as Bruce, or whatever."

   "The few times I almost encountered Mom or Dad anywhere, I ducked out of
the way, and they never saw me.  The very idea of Mom and Dad seeing me as
Becky is mortifying, even if they didn't know I was their son Bruce.  I
have no idea what they would think if they saw me.  I suspect that Mom
might think I was Aunt Yuko suddenly de-aged -- or Mom's younger self,
coming out of the past.

   "I don't wanna find out.  And the *last* thing I wanna see is Dad with a
boner." Becky shuddered again.  "I wish I hadn't thought of that!  I'll
never be able to unsee it!"

   "Oh, I'm sure you'll get over it," said Alice.  "I have a really hard
time thinking of you as embarrassed wearing a bikini.  I mean, you do it so
naturally, and you're so outwardly assertively perverted."

   "Yeah," agreed Becky.  "I've become ever more aggressively exhibitionist
and -- let's admit it -- perverted.  I so delight in being silly.  I
haven't yet worked up the nerve to wear bikinis while outside doing my
regular stuff, shopping at the mall or the grocery store, going to Burger
King and pizza places and ice cream joints."

   "You came close today, with your bikini top and short cut-offs," said
Alice.

   I broke in.  "Pa sometimes rants about how girls these days exhibited
themselves in clothes common street-walkers would have been ashamed to wear
in the good old days.  I remember it took me a while to figure out that
`street-walker' meant something beyond walking the streets." I blushed.

   "Lucy, you are heartwarmingly innocent," said Vanessa.

   "Yeah," added Becky.  "You probably don't even wear tampons during your
period." I blushed at that, and nodded.  "My first period -- now that was a
story.  But let's get back to clean wholesome fun -- that very first day, I
met Vanessa and Carol having that kind of fun.  Which reminds me, what are
we doing just all sitting here?" Becky stood up and dove into the pool.

   Right at the same time, a mob of eight-, nine-, and ten-year-old girls,
followed by a couple of hapless moms, hit the pool.  Becky was right. 
Relax time was over for us, as they all dove into the pool and began
playing.

   Someone jumped on my back just as I began getting up -- "Ooof -- Ruth!"

   "Guess what, Lucy!"

   "What?"

   I almost expected her to say, "That's what!" but she didn't.  "I got my
pass here upgraded to life-time!" She giggled.

   One mustn't be jealous of one's baby sister, and I did my best to push
it aside.  It was childish to exclaim, "It's not fair!" After all, the
eight-year pass she already had was already a virtual lifetime.  But I
still had only my measly two-week pass -- and only because Mrs.  King got
me mine the same time she got Vanessa's -- Vernon's?

   Anyway, I said, "Congratulations," unable to think of anything else to
say.

   We enjoyed the rest of Bikini Beach afternoon and evening.  I played
with Ruth as much as with the girls.

   When we went home, we didn't all have to squeeze in Aunt Yuko's car,
because Vanessa's mom was here and willing to take some of us home.  After
a last embrace with Alice, Carol, and Becky, Jen and I joined Vanessa,
Helen, and Ruth in the car, and we went home.

   Eventually, we got home.  I thanked Mrs.  King, and got out.  I was
nervous about encountering Pa in my shorts, considering his dislike of
girls in skimpy clothing.  Pa was in fact home, and sitting in the living
room, but Ruth managed to distract him enough while I slipped upstairs to
my room.

   I was pretty sleepy from the activities, so I changed into my nightgown.
I did want to thank Ruth, though, so I got into a robe and went downstairs
where Ruth was talking with Pa.

   I tapped Ruth on the shoulder.  "Thank you, Ruth," I said when she
turned toward me.

   She looked puzzled, and it took a couple glances at Pa, before she got
the context.  "Oh.  You're welcome," she answered with a smile.

   I returned upstairs and went to bed, falling asleep instantaneously.

   Sunday, July 6th

   I woke up a bit late Sunday morning, but with plenty of time to get
dressed up for Church.  I was thinking all sorts of things -- bikini-clad
lady Brandon, Bikini Beach changing people, Becky as last year's school
friend Bruce, Vanessa as a guy, my apparently false memory of Vanessa as
herself?

   I put a bathrobe over my nightgown, and went downstairs for breakfast
and the Mental Work on tape.  (We didn't have to listen to the Lesson,
because it would be read aloud in Church that morning.) I was feeling
rather body shy that morning, and definitely didn't want Pa to see any sign
of what I knew my body displayed: various shades of tan, corresponding to
the various types of swimsuits I'd worn to Bikini Beach.  Not that I ever
wanted him to see me naked anyway.

   I had another insight when the recording got to the Rule for Motives and
Acts: "Neither animosity nor mere personal attachment shall impel

   the motives and acts of members of this Church." I realized that my
issue with Brandon involved "mere personal attachment," which was very
different from the Divine Love of God, that Christian Scientists aspired to
reflect and in reality did reflect.  I hoped that I could hold fast to that
understanding, but I was too often swayed in my thoughts.

   Afterwards, I went back upstairs to shower and change into Sunday
clothes.  I always dressed up for Sunday School more like a child than a
teenager.  Teens dressing up resembles more the teen-girl fashion magazines
that I found all too irresistible -- they were quite sexy.  On the other
hand, I recalled the admonishments of both Jesus and Mrs.  Eddy to become
childlike -- distinct from childish of course.  I blushed remembering how
sexy I'd dressed up on Friday to attract and impress Brandon.

   I decided on a plain sky-blue short-sleeved dress with a collar,
extending down to just above the knees.  A pair of navy-blue socks and hard
black flat shoes completed the outfit.  Maintaining my young and innocent
look, I brushed my hair down and back, and added a pair of clips to keep
the side fringes out of my eyes.

   Ruth knocked on the door, and entered at my answer.  She was dressed
very much like me, except that her dress was yellow.  That wasn't a
surprise, as Ma got us both similar dresses.  "Please brush my hair, Lucy?"
she requested.  I brushed her hair, in the same style as my own.  In the
mirror, I saw that we looked very much like younger and older versions of
the same person.

   Ma drove us to Sunday School.  As we entered the building, we met her
teacher, Mrs.  Vancourt.

   "Oh my, the two of you look gorgeous in your coordinated
older-younger-sister outfits!  It just goes to illustrate that there is One
Mind."

   I wanted to say something like, "No, it just goes to show that Ma gets
the same kind of church and dinner dresses for Ruth and me." But I didn't
think it until way too late.

   Sunday School began shortly.  My class had only three students -- me, a
girl a year younger, and a boy two years older who was sorta cute, but
didn't really interest me -- he wasn't Brandon.  My class was routine; we
discussed a few things from the Lesson and how modern material theories
were mere counterfeits of God's Laws."

   In church, I tried to pay proper attention to the church service, but
Error kept whispering in my ear that things were boring, that I'd already
heard this, and other distracting thoughts.  Brandon as a pretty bikiniclad
lady -- I'd really freaked out there.  I'd learned that Bikini Beach
transformed boys to girls -- and that two of the girls were transformed
boys -- GIRLs.  Did I really learn that, or was that all just a dream?  No,
we'd gone over it both Friday and Saturday.

   Bruce, my classmate, the science geek with a subtle and sophisticated
sense of humor, that I sometimes had lunch with at school -- the same as
Becky?  The boy who sometimes talked with me -- once even joined me when my
family went to a movie and he was there?  I definitely couldn't see Becky
the same way as before, and I was sure that I wouldn't be able to see Bruce
the same when summer ended.

   Vanessa said that she was Vernon, and when Bikini Beach changed her to
Vanessa, they changed everything else to reflect that, including everyone's
memories -- except her own and her mother's?  Including my memories?  Did I
ever see her as Vernon, and then get my memories shifted?  I couldn't
remember...

   Of course I couldn't remember!  That was the whole point of it, wasn't
it?  Mental malpractice indeed!  Oh yes, it was Tuesday.  Mrs.  King had
gotten both of us two-week memberships.  Carol was with us, and she
remembered Vernon while I remembered Vanessa.  The change ended when the
pass expired, and so she must have been Vernon at the time.  Grrrrrr!

   The First Reader interrupted my thoughts by announcing the "Moment of
silent prayer, followed by the audible recitation of the Lord's Prayer with
its spiritual interpretation as given in the Christian Science textbook."
Error had distracted me again.  During the silent prayer, I held fast to
the thought that "God is Truth," leaving no room for any belief in a lie,
no room for memories to be changed.  That was interrupted when the Second
Reader began the Lord's Prayer, joined by the congregation, including, of
course, myself.

   Every month, one of the passages of the Mental Work was read in church,
during the notices: "A Rule for Motives and Acts." I wondered if God was
sending me a message through the Rule.  I continued wondering, as the
soloist sang an unrecognizable operatic song.  "Animosity"?  "Mere personal
affection"?  I couldn't think of anything other than the issue with
Brandon...  Brandon...  Brandon sitting next to me, advising me with my
clarinet playing...  Brandon as a pretty bikini-clad lady clarinetist...

   I shot my eyes open as the Second Reader began with the first Bible
passage of the Lesson, realizing that my mind had wandered again.  That was
Error.  I had to retain focus on the Truth, on the Lesson.  Apparently, I
had fogged out during the Responsive Reading.  This was serious Error.  I
vowed to focus on the Lesson and block out all extraneous influences.

   The Lesson was totally familiar; I'd helped record it Monday, and and we
listened to it every day since.  I yawned, remembering a relaxing floating
tire trip around a river with the girls, just lying there in the tire,
soaking up sun, occasionally splashed, a happy time before July 4th.  I
wished that we could all go back, that the unpleasantness of July 4th could
be undone.  How could Brandon have been a pretty lady, anyway?  Vanessa as
a carefree boy?  Becky being my friend Bruce from school, sometimes leching
over us?  Bikini Beach changing reality, and changing everyone's memories.
False memories and mind control, grrrrrrr!  I shifted in agitation.

   Darn, I'd drifted again.  Again I vowed, I would not concern myself with
such things.  Focus, Lucy, focus!  The Readers were already in the fifth
section of the Lesson.  I hoped with all the events and distraction, I
practiced enough for piano lesson tomorrow.  I didn't want to disappoint
Mrs.  Prudence.  Ballet was okay; we weren't supposed to actually practice
at home.

   Church service eventually ended, leaving me feeling guilty that I hadn't
paid attention more.  While Ma spent the time socializing after church
service, Ruth talked with the others in her class, including the new summer
visitor, Beth.  I chatted some with the other girl in my class, and the
older boy stuck his nose in a few times, trying to flirt with both of us
and being ridiculous.

   Eventually, we returned home for our Sunday dinner.  Afterwards, Daisy
came over to play with Ruth, and I went to the library for the afternoon.
Of course, I couldn't resist my addiction to those naughty teen magazines.

   I returned home when the library closed, arriving just before the Sunday
night snack.  Daisy was still there, apparently going to stay for supper.

   Afterwards, at Daisy's insistence, I joined Daisy and Ruth in a game of
Life.  At one point, while Ruth had to go to the bathroom, Daisy said,
"Ruth changed.  She was different before."

   "How different?" I asked.

   She looked down, and paused before answering.  "I...  I...  I don't
know. I just can't say.  Something's different." She appeared embarrassed
now.

   I tried to think if there was anything different.  "It seems to me that
she's just the same as she's always been."

   Ruth returned, so we couldn't talk any further.  We returned to the
game, which Daisy handily won.

   Daisy and Ruth went to bed, and I practiced a half hour on the piano. 
The next day, I would have piano lessons, followed by ballet class." 

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