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   A Bikini Beach Summer

   by Daphne Xu

   Part 10

   The Sleepover

   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.

   Thursday, July 10

   I woke up simply unable to wait to see the girls again.  We would sleep
over at Becky's aunt's condominium, and then spend all day together
tomorrow.

   After breakfast, and the Mental Work and Lesson-Sermon, Ma packed a
whole suitcase of stuff for the sleepover.  After I changed to my swimsuit,
I noticed that Ruth was still dressed, and didn't have her swimwear with
her.

   She said, "I'm spending the day with Daisy, so I won't be going to
Bikini Beach today."

   "You sure Daisy won't want to go?" asked Ma.

   "Her parents forbid it," said Ruth.  "They don't want her to have
anything to do with Bikini Beach."

   I checked to see what Ma had packed for me.  Good, anything I might need
was there: spare clothes, clarinet and clarinet material, ballet material,
pajamas, numerous other things.  A billfold with a surprisingly large
amount of cash was included, apparently for shopping tomorrow.

   As usual, Mrs.  King came by with Vanessa and Helen to pick us up.  When
I got into the SUV, Helen asked plaintively, "Ruth's not coming?"

   I repeated what Ruth said.  "No, she's spending the day with Daisy."

   We arrived at Bikini Beach in good time, and met three of the other four
girls in the changing room.  "I assume Alice will arrive shortly," said
Vanessa.

   As I showered, I realized that concerns and fears about Bikini Beach
that were lurking in the back of my mind were unfounded.  Surely, Bikini
Beach wouldn't change my mind in a bad way, not without me knowing it. 
Would it?

   As usual, we had a most wonderful time together.  During one of our
relaxation times, I considered telling them about Ruth and what we'd
overheard about Mrs.  Winstead.  But then I remembered that the girl Peter
had supposedly murdered was Jill, Alice's cousin.  I didn't want to violate
Ruth's privacy, either.  So I said nothing.

   At closing time, Becky said, "Let's shower and clean up, but don't
change out of our swimwear.  This is going to be a swimwear sleepover.  Get
your stuff and wait at the standing area.  Aunt Yuko will pick us up."

   Again, the seven of us piled into her tiny car designed for four.  And
again, I found myself sitting on Carol's lap, her arms loosely around my
waist.  The drive to Aunt Yuko's condominium was long and rather bumpy.

   Along the way, Becky asked, "Did anyone have any trouble with parents
concerned that two of you are GIRLs?  Aunt Yuko doesn't have a problem, of
course."

   Alice said, "Eh?  You think I'd actually tell my parents that two of my
girlfriends I'm sleeping over with are former guys, magically changed by
Bikini Beach?  Heck, I wouldn't have to worry about my parents jumping on
me for sleeping with guys; they'd put me in a mental institution for
believing such a thing."

   Carol added, "That's the case for most of us, I'd bet -- at least to a
certain degree.  I think the problem would be keeping the GIRLs out of our
own mind, so that parents don't detect that we might be doing something
naughty.  You can be sure I didn't say anything to my parents about Bikini
Beach changing people."

   "I don't know what my parents would think, now," said Jen softly. 
"First, they tolerated Tim when he cleaned up my injury, and even tolerated
my occasional visit.  Then when they caught both of us n-n-n-n-naked, and
they kept me under the strictest control.  Then, I went into shock about
Tim--" Her eyes crunched up "-- and lay in bed, refused to eat, refused to
speak.  After I was brought to Bikini Beach and mostly recovered, Mom and
Dad allowed me to do pretty much anything I wanted -- even take me to visit
Tim in jail -- even get me a bikini for Bikini Beach, something they'd
never have done before.  They're probably now just grateful to all of you
for helping me heal."

   Alice said, "They probably realized that they prefer a live daughter who
does her own thing and might even have sex, than a dead daughter who's
completely under their control -- if, for obvious reasons, isn't exactly
obedient"

   Vanessa added her own perspective, as one of the GIRLs.  "My parents
don't have trouble with me sleeping over, either with boys or girls,
although Dad would probably have trouble with me being a girl."

   I was very sleepy from all our activities at Bikini Beach when we
finally arrived, and saw that the living room all prepared for us with
blankets and pillows.  I grabbed a blanket and a pillow, went to a corner
of the room and lay down to sleep, hoping to keep the noise out.

   The last thing I heard as I fell asleep was Aunt Yuko saying, "Girls, I

   have to work tomorrow, so I need my sleep.  Please

   keep things down to a dull roar." .  .  .  .

   "...  I am eternally grateful for Mrs.  Eddy and her discovery." An
elderly lady finished her testimony and sat down.  I had my own testimony
all ready -- how I finally remembered to wear one-piece swimsuits instead
of bikinis to Bikini Beach -- and I was terrified to give it.

   "Coward.  You're just too scared." Error was whispering in my ear, "You
just can't do it.  You'll never give your testimony." Error had a rasping
whisper that set me all abuzz, and was pulling me away from God.  "Ma! 
Pa!" I tried to shout, but the words caught in my throat.  Their attention
was fully on the First Reader up front, and they couldn't see or hear me
being pulled away.  The big bad Error kept pulling me away, mocking me in
its rasping tone that nobody else could hear.

   And I woke up.  Did I scream?  My heart beat like crazy, and I was
breathing hyperfast.  Oh God, the nightmare!  I eventually calmed down,
remembering where I was: lying on my side at the sleepover.  Someone lay
right behind me, her arm draped over me: Carol.

   I really had to go to the bathroom, so I carefully removed Carol's arm
and quietly made my way across the sprawling sleepers to the bathroom.  I
tried to find where to grab to lower my PJ panties, only realizing after a
minute that I was wearing my swimsuit.  I had to peel off the entire
swimsuit from my torso before I could sit on the toilet with relief.

   I made it back to my sleep area.  Carol was still asleep, and I quietly
slid back into my former position.  Still asleep I think, Carol turned and
lay her arm across me again, and pressed up against me.

   It took a little while to get back to sleep.  I lay awake pondering, did
I really want to give that testimony in church next Wednesday?  About
finally remembering to wear a one-piece swimsuit after repeatedly
forgetting and wearing bikinis?  The thought reminded me of Brandon -- I
would be facing him at clarinet lesson, after being shocked to the core at
seeing him as a bikini-clad lady at Bikini Beach.

   "I'm so very sorry," he said.  "I didn't know..." He looked so
shamefaced.  He was wearing his usual clothes, and was definitely back to
his male self.

   "It's okay," I almost cried, I felt so sorry for him.  I was in my
swimsuit, because we were in the middle of the swimsuit sleepover and it
was clarinet lesson time.  I reached up to his shoulders and pulled him
down and myself up on tip-toes.  His arms came around my waist, and we were
kissing.  It felt so fantastic, I was on the floor and he was on top of me,
we were kissing for all we were worth and rocking up and down.  My swimsuit
crotch felt so wet, and a wonderful feeling swept and buzzed over me.

   I woke up, found myself kissing Carol on top of me, still feeling
electrified and buzzed all over, humming and gasping through the kisses, my
crotch clenching and releasing, thrusting back and forth.

   I eventually calmed down, although my crotch still occasionally jumped,
sending ever weakening jolts through me.  Carol had her eyes closed; I
couldn't tell whether she was asleep or awake.

   I twisted my head back and forth to stop the kissing, whispering,
"Carol! Carol!"

   "Wha-- what are we doing?" Carol whispered.  "Why are we kissing?  I was
dreaming." In the faint light of the room, I more felt than saw her blush
fiercely.  "I need to go to the bathroom now."

   "I need to clean off my swimsuit." I got up and followed her to the
bathroom.  She sat on the toilet while I removed my swimsuit and rinsed it
off.  I also had to clean my own crotch off.  After finishing the toilet,
she also rinsed her bikini bottom off.  She also rinsed her top off,
although I couldn't see why.  We hung our swimsuits over the shower
curtain.

   "So what were you dreaming?" she asked.

   I felt quite embarrassed.  "It was clarinet lesson.  Brandon felt so
sorry about freaking me out, that I couldn't help kissing him.  It got
quite passionate."

   "I noticed.  Anyway, I was dreaming that I was kissing a boy.  It was a
boy, yet somehow it was you as well.  Maybe you as a boy.  My dream was
horribly mixed up." She shook her head.

   We wrapped towels around ourselves, and returned to the living room.  I
was planning on finding my suitcase and getting my pajamas out, but it was
too dark and I didn't want to wake anyone up, so I decided to sleep nude.
She lay down next to me, and I shortly fell asleep.

   Friday Morning

   I awoke, apparently the first to awaken.  I was still lying next to
Carol, both of us nude.  She was still asleep.  I wrapped the towel around
me, and found my suitcase, and went to Aunt Yuko's bedroom to get dressed.
She had already left for work, and it was already 10:00 in the morning.

   I was shocked to see green symbols painted on my toenails: star, heart,
diamond, spade, club, among other symbols.  Had someone pranked me last
night while I was asleep?  I'd never painted my fingernails or my toenails
before; such behavior was, frankly, slutty.  I decided to worry about it
later.

   I decided to put my ballet gear on now.  I usually changed at the
studio, but I had a hunch that, with the girls, I wouldn't have time today.
I put jeans on over my ballet gear.

   Everyone else was beginning to wake up when I returned to the living
room.  Becky was already awake.  "How do I get to the mall for my lessons?"

   "We take the bus.  We'll all go together.  Go find something to eat in
the kitchen, while I rouse the rest of them." I found some orange juice,
and some bread which I put in the toaster.

   "Everyone up and get dressed!" shouted Becky.  "We need to get Lucy to
her clarinet lesson with Brandon." Now that wasn't funny!  To tell the
truth, I was getting more and more scared of seeing Brandon again.

   I'd planned on wearing shorts today, because I knew Pa wouldn't see me,
but thinking of Brandon made me too embarrassed to even let him see me in
shorts.  I decided on jeans and tee-shirt.  Carol also wore jeans and a
sleeveless top -- looking indescribably attractive -- while everyone else
wore shorts with various tops.

   We all took the bus to the mall.  I had no idea how the bus system
worked.  At home, we either walked, or Ma or Pa drove us.  But Carol
explained it to me.  "They used to accept cash.  But they don't any more.
Instead, they use a bus-card One can use it for guests as well as herself.
The system deducts the number of fares the first time we get on, and then
detects that we've already paid when we transfer to another bus.  I'll pay
for you."

   "No," said Becky.  "You're my guest, Lucy.  I'll pay for you.  I have my
own bus-card"

   "No, no, I'll pay," repeated Carol.

   The debate between Becky and Carol went on until the bus rolled up. 
Carol got it first, and so paid my fare.

   We got to the mall in good time.  As I got off, I spotted a machine, one
I'd seen many times before and ignored, although I knew it was for buses
"You can get new bus-cards there," said Carol.  "Or have one refilled.  You
can also get monthly passes good for any number of rides in a month, but
they're rather expensive unless you ride each way at least four times a
week." I decided I wanted to get a bus-card, just in case.  I inserted a
five-dollar bill into the device, and a card came out, along with a screen
message telling me I had four rides on the card.

   I stowed it carefully next to my Bikini Beach pass.

   Carol also added more money to her bus-card She inserted a twentydollar
bill, adding seventeen rides to her card.  "There's a bonus ride, when you
pay twenty dollars or more," she explained.

   We had time for a salad snack at the deli beforehand.  My stomach was
sinking lower and lower as the time approached.

   We were all walking toward Shandy's when Jen exclaimed, "That's the
store!  Spells R Us.  Let's take a look!"

   I looked where she pointed, but couldn't seem to find it.  Jen started
off in that direction, but both Vanessa and Becky grabbed her shoulders and
pulled her back.  "Please, can't we just take a look?" begged Jen.

   "Trust us, Jen.  You don't want anything to do with SRU," said Becky. 
"You know what they say.  If you ever see SRU, do not walk, run away."

   "And we need to get to Shandy's for Lucy's clarinet lesson," added
Vanessa.  She picked Jen up and carried her the rest of the way, only
letting her down after we entered Shandy's.

   "Thanks, guys.  I was being irresistibly attracted to that store," said
Jen.

   "I didn't even see it," I said.

   "Neither did I," said Alice.

   "Neither did I," said Becky.  "But I knew it was there, once Jen got
that attraction and mentioned it."

   "I saw it," said Vanessa.  "And I felt the unnatural attraction.  Even
knowing its danger, I think I would have been unable to resist it, except
for the need to protect Jen." She looked down at Jen with obvious
affection, and Jen leaned hard against her.

   I assembled my clarinet, and we all listened to the last few minutes of
the saxophone lesson that preceded mine.

   "Nervous?" asked Alice.

   "Terribly," I answered.

   "I find that it helps to take a loooooong, sloooooooow, deeeeeeeeeeep
breaaaaaath before a test that I'm worried about," said Vanessa.

   Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I inhaled. 
Haaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I exhaled.  I felt a little
better, a little less anxious.

   Eventually, the girl with the saxophone emerged, followed by (gulp)
Brandon, in his usual masculine form.  "Lucy, I'm so glad, and a bit
surprised, that you came this week.  I'm so very sorry for the shock I gave
you last week at Bikini Beach.  Hello, girls.  You must be Lucy's friends
-- including that wonderful singer." He directed that toward Vanessa.  Back
to me, he asked, "Shall we go?"

   I glanced at my friends.  They all gave me encouraging smiles, and Carol
and Becky both gave me thumbs up.  I followed Brandon into the private
lesson room.

   "Again, I'm very sorry," he said.

   "It's okay.  It's just that I had absolutely no idea about Bikini Beach
changing people like that.  I've since learned quite a bit about Bikini
Beach.

   "Still, your reaction was predictable.  I knew about your crush on me. I
could have pretended to be my sister or cousin or something."

   Oh my God, he knew!  I blushed in embarrassment.  "I tried to keep it
hidden." I was near tears.

   "Oh, I've been aware of it for some time.  It was pretty transparent. 
Quite flattering, I must say, although also embarrassing for me as well.  I
didn't know what to do.  It would have been unethical --- not to mention
jailbait -- to take advantage, even though I've never had a girlfriend.  So
I did my best to ignore it, hoping it would work itself out."

   "I think my ...  crush ...  ended this past week because of all the
events.T I'm not sure yet." I hugged him, and we stood there a moment.  It
was nothing like my wet dream-nightmare last night.  I think I was giving
my crush a final goodbye.

   I pulled away and said, "Now let's get down to business."

   We spent the next half-hour on the clarinet, saying nothing further
about the subject.

   My friends were all waiting outside for me, when we finished.  I don't
know what they did in the meantime.  "Say, Lucy.  You look a lot better
now," said Vanessa.  "Lesson went okay?"

   "Very well, thank you.  Now off to ballet."

   We walked together, arriving at the studio just as Ma let Ruth out,
having driven her from piano lesson with Mrs.  Prudence.  I asked Ma, "I
don't have to walk Ruth home, do I?"

   "No, of course not.  You stay with your friends.  I'll pick her up."

   We spent the next hour in ballet class.  Afterwards, I showered and
changed into shorts and tee-shirt.  Ruth took my ballet gear home with her,
for cleaning.  I joined my friends in going through various stores in the
mall.

   They persuaded me to try on various various items.  I refused to try on
underwear or swimwear -- the very idea was gross.  But I did try on a
couple miniskirts and a plain green short-puffy-sleeve dress that almost
reached my knees.  Also a few pants, capris, and shorts.

   They also persuaded me to try on a navy-blue formal dress suit,
consisting of a skirt extending below my knees, a matching jacket, a vest
underneath.  A pair of blouses, petticoats, and pantyhose purchased
separately would complete the outfit.  "This would be perfect for church
and other formal occasions," said Vanessa.

   Looking at myself in the mirror, I agreed fully.  It made me look more
grown-up than the dresses I currently wore to Sunday School and Church.  It
certainly wasn't anything like the miniskirt combination so popular with
teens and young adults these days.

   "It's adjustable as well, so there's considerable room to grow in it,"
said Vanessa.  "This should be good for at least a year, maybe two.  Maybe
forever."

   I was hesitant about getting such an expensive suit; it took almost the
entire amount of money Ma gave me for the shopping trip.  But in the end, I
went for it.  I knew I'd be wearing it at least some of the times to
Church, which was twice a week for me.

   In addition, the girls persuaded me to try a gag dress that was almost a
leotard or one-piece swimsuit.  My front and sides were covered fully, but
the back went down almost to the crack in my bottom, and the top was just
like an athletic bra.  A lopsided skirt of sorts was attached to the
bottom: on the right, it looked like a miniskirt extending about a third of
the way down my thigh.  But in front and in back, the skirt shortened
upward, to become on the left side a few inches sticking almost straight
out and covering nothing.  It looked like an ice-skater's dance outfit from
the left.  The leotard-type bottom was plainly visible on the left; my left
leg was almost completely bare, covered just a notch at the crotch in front
and back.

   "Oh my, you look hot in that outfit," said Becky.  "You really must get
it."

   "I agree; you look simply...  simply...  I really can't describe it,"
added Alice.  "You'll attract every boy within miles, in it."

   "It needs a baseball bat to complete the outfit," said Carol.  I
wondered what she meant, and she continued, "It's to keep the boys at bay."

   I was wavering between being mortified and being excited, standing there
in this outfit.  "I can't see myself ever wearing this.  I just couldn't
wear it any time I might be seen by Ma or Pa.  Not only that, I don't have
much money left after going for the suit."

   "We'll all pitch in, right everyone?" asked Becky.  "As long as you walk
out of the store in it, and wear it the rest of the day."

   The up-shot was that they all bought it for me, and I wore it the rest
of the day.  All six of us got attention from numerous boys at the mall the
rest of the day.  Both Alice and Becky even accepted offers of dates the
following week.  I was too shy to accept any offers, and Jen and Vanessa
didn't either.

   We checked out the bookstore, to placate Carol.  I was actually
interested in some books as well, and was curious about what Carol read.  I
followed her to the adult science fiction and fantasy section.

   Both of us were browsing, ignoring the couple of boys browsing as well,
when I jumped at a male voice from immediately above me.  "Hey, babe!"

   I turned around and looked way up -- the boy had to be at least six feet
tall.  "Um, hello?" I didn't like how he leered at me.

   "Say, why don't we go off and find a little dinner, then have a little
fun.  What-cha say, babe?"

   I froze, not knowing how to respond.  Carol came and rescued me.  "Lucy
here appreciates the offer.  But we're with friends, and they'll be
expecting us at any moment."

   "Another time, maybe?" asked the boy.

   "Maybe," I replied.

   Both of us left to find the rest of the girls.  When the boy was out of
sight, Carol said, "If you weren't with me, I'd actually advise you to
consider his offer, even though it was rather obnoxiously presented.  Boys
in bookstores, especially science-fiction nerds, tend to be nicer to girls
than average."

   Later, we had another encounter with the SRU store -- in a different
part of the mall.  This time, I saw it.  It looked innocent enough, even
attractive, but I knew that was what made it so dangerous.  "Everyone hold
hands.  We walk past it as far away as possible," said Carol.  We did so,
pushing against the stores on the opposite side of the walkway, until we
were well away from the Dangerous Store.

   I let my breath out in relief, realizing that I'd held my breath in near
panic.

   Around five, we had dinner at a pizza joint, and then took the bus back
to Becky's place for the second sleepover night.

   "Everyone, back into your bikinis," ordered Becky.  "Or swimwear," with
a nod at Alice and me.  "This is a swimwear sleepover."

   Carol and I had left our suits last night in the bathroom drying, so we
went there to change.  While we were nude, I couldn't help looking Carol up
and down just for an instant, noting that she had the practically perfect
body.  "Carol, you look wonderful," I said.

   "You look great, too," she said.  "You have a wonderful body.  You might
want to shave off the bit of a stubble down there.  But then, there's
mine." She looked and felt down between her own legs.  But she was right. I
was itching down there, and I realized I should probably shave again at
some point.

   As we looked each other up and down, I said, "Bikini Beach is to give
girls a relaxing sanctuary against boys ogling them in their swimwear.  Of
course, it does nothing about girls ogling them."

   "Or GIRLs like Becky," agreed Carol.

   I still had the green Lucky Charms on my toenails.  I never did figure
out who did that, and I didn't really try.

   She gave me a quick hug to her breasts, before pulling back and putting
her bikini on.  Partly because of the surprise, it took me longer to slip
on my swimsuit.

   When we returned to the living room, everyone else had already changed,
and they were debating what video to watch.  "For Heaven's sake," Vanessa
said, "not `Heathers'!  Think of Alice!"

   "Oh.  Right," said Becky.

   We wound up watching "Clueless," featuring three rich empty-headed
high-school girls.  At one point during a break to get more snacks, Carol
commented, "This sounds strange, but it's actually based on the book `Emma'
by Jane Austen." I couldn't believe it.  How could this movie be anything
like a novel from the beginning of the 19th Century?!

   Becky's Aunt Yuko got home during the movie, and changed from her work
clothes to a little black dress.  "Have a wonderful night, girls!  I'll be
back late -- or tomorrow." I felt embarrassed for Becky; her aunt's dress
was skimpier than anything I'd ever worn other than swimwear -- well, there
was today's outfit, which perhaps matched hers.

   Becky must have guessed what I was thinking.  "Aunt Yuko works hard all
week.  She deserves to live it up on weekends."

   We continued watching the movie to the end.

   "What now?" asked Jen.

   "How about a card game?  Poker?" said Becky.

   "I don't bet," I said.  Betting was a bad thing.

   "No real betting.  Just the loser taking off a piece of clothing."

   Yikes!  How naughty could you get?!

   "There's nothing interesting about that," said Alice.  "All of us have
seen the others while changing at Bikini Beach.  Heavens, most of you are
in bikinis now.  If we were going to do that, we should have done it before
changing out of our clothes!"

   Jen added, "Some of us are as private about it as possible." She was
probably speaking for herself, but I was one of those as well, the few
times I actually changed at Bikini Beach.  "And at least two of you are
GIRLs, too!"

   "That's what makes it interesting," said Becky, sticking out her tongue.
"And we have the memories, once we turn back!  Come to think of it, maybe
Vanessa and I won't remember it after I turn back." Becky sounded a little
disappointed there.  Then she perked up.  "So what.  We can have fun now
anyway.  In fact, you're right, Alice.  Most of us are all practically
naked already.  There's no need to play strip poker; let's all just do it
now!" With that, she promptly pulled loose the knots of her bikini top and
bottom, and let them drop off.  "Anyone joining me?"

   Alice slipped out of her one-piece with surprising speed, and Vanessa
removed her bikini.  Jen looked at Vanessa and began hesitatingly removing
hers.  Carol and I glanced at each other.  Carol removed her bikini, and I
slowly, apprehensively removed my one-piece.

   That was that.  We were all naked now.  I tried not to stare or pay
particular attention to anyone, but I couldn't help glancing.

   "Alice, I've never seen a girl with bright red pussy hair like yours,"
said Becky.  And indeed, Alice's hair down there was as bright red as her
head, and thick but carefully shaped to a particular triangle, creeping
down between her legs.  The bare skin surrounding was as freckled as the
rest of her body.

   "That's not in the least surprising.  You've been a girl for like, a
month, eh BRUCE?" replied Alice.  "Perhaps you've been discreetly observing
naked girls and women in the Bikini Beach changing room?"

   "May-BE," answered Becky with a lecherous grin.

   I wasn't sure exactly who started it, or how it started, but for some
reason everyone was suddenly swatting each other with pillows.  I pulled
out away as far as possible to the side of the room, not wishing to get
involved.

   Someone tapped my shoulder.  As I turned, Carol took my hand and led me
to Aunt Yuko's bedroom, away from the raging pillow fight She locked the
door, and the door will remain metaphorically locked on what happened in
there.  That's just for me and Carol to know.

   When we left the bedroom, we found the other four girls all waiting just
outside the door.  "Sounded like a couple persons were having fun in
there," said Vanessa.  "But you both look fresh and clean."

   I was suddenly embarrassed at having the girls see me now completely
hairless down there, although Carol's similar presence made it not so bad.

   "I see you both took a few war wounds," added Becky.  "They heal
quickly. Happens to me all the time when I shave -- my face I mean, when I
was a boy, that is."

   "Um, Vanessa?" Jen said shyly, reaching up and pulling her down.  She
whispered into Vanessa's ear.

   "Why certainly," Vanessa said with a gleam in her eye.  Vanessa took
Jen's hand and they entered the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

   "Seems like Vanessa and Jen are going to follow up on your activities,
shaving and so forth," said Becky.

   "Come along, guys," said Carol.  "We don't have to eavesdrop on their
activities.  We have our own activities." She returned to the living room,
and we followed.  "So who won the pillow fight?"

   "We ended in a truce," said Alice.

   "So what now?" I asked.

   "How about Spin the Bottle?" suggested Becky.

   "What's that?" I asked.

   "You've never heard of Spin the Bottle?" asked Alice incredulously.

   "That's where someone spins a bottle, and then kisses the person the
bottle stops at," said Carol.  "It's rather a juvenile game."

   "We don't have to limit it to face-to-face kissing," said Becky, as she
got up and went to the kitchen.  She returned with an empty ginger beer
bottle.

   "Okay, okay, who spins first?" asked Carol.

   "Whoever it points to in this spin," replied Becky, as she spun the
bottle.  It pointed toward Alice.  Alice took the bottle, and spun it fast.
It stopped pointing toward herself.

   "So what do I do?  Kiss myself or something?"

   Becky replied, "There are various ways one could kiss oneself, if one is
flexible enough -- or so I heard."

   "Nah, just spin it again," answered Carol.  This time, it stopped
pointing toward me.

   "Does that mean Alice kisses me?" I asked.

   "Indeed," answered Alice, as she crawled toward me and took my shoulders
in her arms.  I let my arms wrap around her waist, and kissed.

   "Not bad for a first time," said Becky.  "Now your turn to spin the
bottle." I spun it, and it stopped toward Becky.  We crawled to each other,
and kissed about a minute.  Mmmmmmm, such a wonderful experience.

   "Lucy," said Becky breathlessly.  "As Bruce, I never thought of you that
way.  But when I return as Bruce this fall, I shall definitely have to
reconsider." I'd forgotten that this was Bruce I was kissing!

   "Not if I have anything to say about it!" retorted Carol.

   The two girls glared at each other until Alice broke in and said,
"Please, please!  We're all friends here."

   "Okay, okay.  I probably won't remember anyway." Becky sighed as she
spun the bottle.  It pointed to Carol.  I glanced at Carol and back at
Becky.  They both hesitated a moment, and then reached for each other and
embraced and kissed rather hard for some time.

   "I take it you two have made up?" I asked, as Becky and Carol separated
breathlessly.

   The bottle next pointed toward me, and I had the gut feeling that Carol
somehow arranged it, although I had no idea how.  My lips simply melted
when we kissed, and I felt hers melting too.  She pulled me down so I lay
on top of her, her arms tight around me.  We were almost chewing each
other's mouths, and I was gasping in excitement.

   Both Carol and I were very annoyed at being interrupted by Alice and
Becky.  "Hey guys, we have a game to play!" said Becky, as Alice tapped
both of us on the head.

   "Both of you need to rinse off first, though." said Alice.  "Up, up,
into the shower!" She pulled on us.  It was true, we were both sweaty from
the exertions.  One thing about a bare crotch is that the wetness is all
there on the surface.

   I turned on the shower, and we had to wait for the water to warm up.  We
showered for just a moment, then got out and patted each other dry.

   As we left the bathroom, our hair wrapped in towels, we met Jen and
Vanessa, both sweaty and grimy, hair all messed up.  Jen now looked more
like ten or eleven, rather than thirteen.  They were apparently waiting for
us to come out, and passed us and went in.

   "If nobody else wants to use the bedroom," I glanced at Alice and Becky,
who glanced at each other, scrunched up their noses, rolled their eyes, and
shook their heads, "I think I shall go and fix it up."

   "I'll help you," said Carol.

   Fortunately, nothing got on the bottom sheet or the mattress.  We tossed
the used towels into the hamper, except for two with traces of blood, and
tossed the used razors into the wastebasket.  We remade the bed, and
cleaned up or disposed of everything else.

   "The bloody towels need to soak in cold water," said Carol.  "Hot water
will bake it in permanently." As Jen and Vanessa were in the bathroom, we
decided to use the kitchen sink.

   We eventually returned to the game.  Alice spun the bottle, and it
pointed toward me.  We kissed longer than the first time, although not as
long as I'd kissed Becky or (definitely!) Carol.  Alice was breathless when
we stopped.

   "I have to admit, Lucy, you are bringing out the bisexual in me.  But,"
Alice added quickly, "I won't get in Carol's way."

   Vanessa and Jen joined us as Alice was kissing Becky.  I used that
opportunity to transferthe towels from the kitchen sink to the bathroom
sink.  We continued playing for another hour or so, and I got to kissing
every girl pretty heavily.  It was quite different from the usual casual
hugs we gave each other all the time.

   Eventually, we got tired of the game, and someone turned off the lights.
It had been dark outside for some time, so a couple of us, including
myself, shrieked in fright.

   "Hey, let's go out streaking," said Becky.  "Just around the block."

   I got up, preparing to don a pair of shorts and tee-shirt.  "Streaking.
Is that running so fast that nobody can see you as anything more than a
blur?  Or streak?"

   Why was everyone laughing all of a sudden?  Even Carol?  Even Jen?

   "Lucy, you are really so innocent, it's almost heartbreaking to
disillusion and corrupt you," said Vanessa.

   "But I don't mind disillusioning her," said Alice.  She turned to me. 
"No, streaking means going outside and running around naked.  We're already
dressed for it."

   I sat down hard.  My whole body was red, and not just about the subject.
I was majorly embarrassed, having just made a fool of myself.

   "But no," said Vanessa.  "We don't want to do anything to get us
arrested, and have our parents called in on us.  Most of us would get in
serious trouble."

   "Spoil-sport," said Becky.  "I'm seriously considering going out
streaking the day my Bikini Beach pass expires.  Afterwards, Becky
disappears, Bruce reappears, and there's no more trouble for me."

   "Don't be so sure," said Vanessa.  "Perhaps when you revert, the
resulting reality shift might have Bruce going out streaking -- and being
arrested for it."

   "There's not supposed to be any reality shift in my transformation,"
countered Becky.

   "How lucky do you think you are?" asked Vanessa.  After a pause during
which Becky didn't answer, she continued, "Anya warned me of another issue,
when I got my first two-week membership.  If I ever get pregnant as
Vanessa, I'm stuck as Vanessa for life.  Since you're going on a date next
week, I thought I'd mention it.  I hope that Grandmother warned you."

   Becky answered, "Now that you mention it, it was one of the things
Grandmother told me, that I mostly missed, being caught up in the aftermath
of the transformation.  However, my transformation came with a month's disc
of the Pill, with a half a dozen refills available at the CVS.  Aunt Yuko
and I take our pills every morning together, when she's home.  I've never
forgotten."

   "The Pill only becomes effective about a month after you start taking
it," said Vanessa.  "While so far, it hasn't mattered for either of us, I
really hope that Bikini Beach gives one the body already on the Pill in
addition to the Pill itself.  Even if it never matters to me, it's the
principle of the thing."

   "Innocence and ignorance for young girls like us is dangerous," said
Alice.  "Sometimes it just hits us hard when we learn.  Other times, it
means people take unfair advantage of us.  Still other times, we can really
be harmed.  Mom put me on the Pill when I was twelve, ostensibly to
regularize my period.  I saw through that pretext even then.  I haven't had
sex yet, but just in case..."

   "Definitely, the most innocent among us are Jen and Lucy," said Becky.
Thanks a lot, Becky.  I looked down, couldn't look anyone in the face.

   "Becky, that was not a nice thing to say," said Carol.

   Vanessa broke in and said, "Let's tell stories," in a haunting tone.

   "A couple weeks ago," said Becky, "we were revealing whether we were
virgins.  One thing I noticed was that we got sidetracked before Vanessa
answered the question."

   "Yeah, you're right, Becky," said Vanessa.

   "But before you tell us, I should mention that in my case, I answered
the question before admitting to being a GIRL.  So I will be clear, and say
that I am or was a virgin as a guy as well."

   "You pretty much admitted that last week, with Aunt Yuko," said Vanessa.
"Okay, you all deserve to hear my answer.  Like Becky, I'm a GIRL. 
Everyone but Mom and me, and maybe Helen, and now Carol, remembers me as
the girl Vanessa King.  Only we remember my history as Vernon -- and even
there, Mom and I at least remember the primarily the Vanessa version.  At
least I have to think about it to remember Vernon.

   "Vernon -- I -- was or am not a virgin.  I began younger than Jen." She
wrapped her arm around Jen.  "Where we live, sex is common.  I was seduced
at eleven by my fourteen-year-old cousin.  My gosh, I'm that same age now.
I became quite active with various friends, until coming to Bikini Beach."

   In the dim remaining indirect light, I noticed Jen pulling away from
Vanessa, with an expression that she was about to cry.

   Becky said, "Please, Jen.  Remember that Vanessa worked hard and
resisted her own irresistible attraction to SRU, to keep you away."

   Vanessa said, "I'm so sorry, Jen." Jen burst into tears, and Vanessa
pulled her into an embrace.  "I promise, I haven't had any kind of sex with
anyone else since coming to Bikini Beach.  No girlfriends or boyfriends or
lovers.  I promise.  Please, Jen!" Vanessa looked more distressed than I'd
ever seen her.  Jen's face was in Vanessa's chest.

   We were silent for a moment, then Jen pulled away and whispered, "It's
okay.  I had Tim back then."

   After a moment, Vanessa continued, "Vanessa's false history -- I don't
even know who really remembers what about Vanessa.  I only have my own
false memories.  Several guys tried to seduce me starting when I was
eleven. I let one do it, but it was just a mildly dirty blah.  The other
guys, I refused, but a couple of them refused to accept no as an answer.

   "One might think I was raped.  But the surprising thing is that one of
them made it very good for me.  In fact, his fingers, hands, and tongue
persuaded me to change my mind about his dick and want it badly -- and he
made that part good too.  So he didn't really rape me.  I had sex with him
quite a bit afterwards.

   "As for the other guy who refused to accept no, it was rape -- no
question.  But it was just another mildly dirty blah.  Not nearly as bad as
being spanked.  I had sex with a couple other nice friends as well.  So
that's my history as it never happened.

   "By the way," continued Vanessa, "This is not what I meant when I
suggested that we tell stories.  I meant ghost stories, or urban legends.
Things to scare us to sleep that are told at sleepovers.

   "For example, my friend's cousin went to visit family in southern
Mississippi.  A couple days after returning, a small bump appeared on her
cheek.  The bump grew, turning purple.  She was urged to go to the
emergency room to check it out, but kept delaying because of the expense,
even as the bump expanded.

   "Eventually, just as she was about to go to the emergency room, the bump
exploded -- along with a hundred spiders, landing everywhere and on
everyone."

   "Aah!" shrieked someone.  "Eww!" "That was so gross!" I wasn't saying
anything.  My stomach was heaving, and I was up and running, tripping over
things, to the bathroom, hoping to make it in time.  I crashed into another
girl I saw dimly -- Alice, also trying for the bathroom.  She got the
toilet, I got the sink.

   Fortunately, nothing actually came up.  I managed to control my heaves.
I drank some water, took deep breaths, and managed to control my nausea. 
"You okay, Alice?" I asked.  I couldn't smell anything from her side, so I
figured she managed to control it too.

   "Yeah.  Didn't actually throw up.  Some water would be nice."

   We both returned to the living room where Carol, Jen, and Becky were all
berating Vanessa for that story.  In a rare instant of silence, Alice
interjected loudly, "Vanessa, would you care to hear about the Night-Riding
White Ghosts?"

   "Yeah-yeah, the Ku Klux Klan," answered Vanessa.  "I'll take a pass on
that, thank you, Alice.  And the rest of you, instead of complaining about
my story, come up with one of your own."

   "When I was little, I went to an eight-week summer camp," said Becky. 
"Mowglis -- ends with a silent s.  Just once, mind you.  I was
unfortunately a rather gullible little kid, and the counselors and other
campers enjoyed terrifying us about `Snatchers and Grabbers' and 'the Mad
Axeman.' I actually believed them.  The full set of monsters in the
`Snatchers and Grabbers' story consisted of `Snatchers, Grabbers, Grinders,
and Mutilators' -- or was that `Murderers'?

   "Snatchers dangled their tentacles down from treetops, waiting to snatch
any unsuspecting person from the ground.  The snatcher hands his catch over
to the grabber, who hands it to the mutilator, who finally hands it to the
grinder.  That's the end of the hapless victim.

   "As for the Mad Axeman, well just hope he didn't enter your tent at
night.  That's really all I remember."

   By now, I was back to sitting next to Carol.  In the dark, both phrases
stuck in my mind, even while Alice told a story -- no, not about the White
Night-Riding Ghosts.  "There was an old man, whose left arm was made of
gold.  He died, and was buried.  A man who attended the funeral and the
burial decided dig up the grave, and take the golden arm for himself.

   "He took it and hid it under his bed.  He was planning on melting it
down, but kept postponing the decision.

   "The very first night, just as he was falling asleep, he just barely
heard a ghostly wail, `Who has stolen my golden arm?' Just the wind, he
thought, turning over and resettling down to sleep.

   "The voice was louder, more definite, the next night.  `Who has stolen
my golden arm?' And the third night, it sounded as though it came from just
outside his door.  `Who has stolen my golden arm?' And his door slowly
creaked open, revealing the desecrated corpse of an old man.

   "`You stole it!'" Alice shouted that last bit.

   The response was silence.  Carol yawned.  I realized that we were
supposed to jump out of our skin at that punch line, but the story overall
didn't work.  "Snatchers and Grabbers and Mad Axeman" were partly to blame,
for echoing through my mind that needed to get to sleep.

   "Sorry, but I'm sleepy," I told the others.  "If you guys don't mind,
I'm going to sleep." I had to do a few things such as brush my teeth and
use the toilet, but then I settled down in the corner of the room.  I was
still thinking "Snatchers and Grabbers" as I fell asleep.  I couldn't help
it.

   Saturday, July 12

   I was walking through the mall.  Oh panic!  The Dangerous Store!  The
one we had earlier so carefully avoided.  I had to get by that Store
without being snatched away by the Snatchers and Grabbers.  I turned down a
side hallway away from the Store, and followed it as it made an abrupt
sharp turn back toward the Store.

   I found a woman's room, and quickly entered to avoid the horror.  In one
of the stalls, I turned and faced the stall door and removed my swimsuit
and was about to sit on the toilet when I realized I was standing naked in
front of the Store -- the door of the stall had become the door of the
Store.  The Snatchers and Grabbers were all ready and waiting for me, and I
couldn't just run away all naked in front of the crowd of shoppers.  I
couldn't pee either, even though I really had to go.

   Inside the store awaited Error, and walking naked through the crowd of
shoppers was also Error.  I was hopelessly trapped!  I tried screaming for
help, but my voice caught in my mouth.  The crowd only saw me naked; they
didn't see the danger I was in.

   I awoke.  Did I scream out?  Carol was lying next to me, fingers
intertwined with mine, twitching them.  My heart fluttered at the
twitching. "Nightmare?" she whispered.

   "Yeah," I whispered back, in the middle of taking slow deep breaths.  It
was still dark -- I didn't know what time it was.  "I also have to go to
the bathroom."

   I stood up, and in the faint light from the outside street lights, I
made my way to the bathroom.  I noticed Jen and Vanessa together,
apparently spooning under their blanket.  Becky and Alice were off sleeping
by themselves, well apart.

   I relieved myself and returned to my sleeping spot next to Carol.  I lay

   down again, and took her hand, intertwining our

   fingers.  I felt better that way.  I think she was

   asleep.  I was still dead tired, and fell asleep

   almost immediately.  .  .  .  .

   I awoke to the smell of pancakes.  Carol was sitting up and looking down
at me with an affectionate expression.  "Becky's cooking us a wonderful
breakfast," she said.

   I sat up and looked around.  Alice was still asleep.  Jen and Vanessa
were in the kitchen with Becky.  Carol and I got up, and entered the
kitchen, where Becky was cooking stacks of mini-pancakes "Mmmm, these smell
wonderful," I said.

   "They are indeed wonderful," replied Vanessa, as she forked a stack into
her mouth.

   "May we?" I asked nervously.

   "Help yourself.  Plenty more are coming," answered Becky.

   "Oh, my.  Now I regret the nice breakfast I already had this morning,"
came a voice from someone not of our group.  Aunt Yuko had returned, still
wearing the dress she wore last night, all wrinkled now.  I suddenly
realized our nakedness, having been caught by Aunt Yuko.

   "I see you all decided to get nude," Aunt Yuko remarked.

   "And you didn't, Aunt Yuko?" sassed Becky.

   "Now don't you get smart, young lady." Aunt Yuko left the kitchen,
apparently for her bedroom, just as Alice entered the kitchen.

   "Oh my." Alice sniffed and inhaled through her nose.  "This has got to
be the biggest attack ever on dieting."

   "Nah, just my contribution to the war on anorexia," replied Becky.  "Dig
in.  There's plenty for all.  Aunt Yuko and I will have leftovers later. 
We'll burn it away at Bikini Beach, anyway."

   We finished eating just as Aunt Yuko emerged, dressed in a bikini and an
overlong tee-shirt.  We helped Becky clean up, and then Aunt Yuko ordered
us, "Everyone get dressed.  Into your swimsuits, that is.  It's Bikini
Beach day."

   We all got back in our swimsuits, and a couple of the girls put on
tee-shirts over them.  I made sure all my stuff was properly packed in my
suitcase, and we all went out and stuffed ourselves again like sardines in
Aunt Yuko's little car.  Again, Carol had me sit on her lap in the back
seat.

   We spent Bikini Beach together as usual, enjoying the rides and
relaxing, alternatively.  Some time mid-morning, while I was relaxing
halfasleep, someone pulled on me hard until I sat up.  "Lucy, Lucy!" It was
Ruth, and Ma was with her.

   "Hello, Mrs.  Cuttington," the girls greeted Ma.

   "Hello, girls.  How was your pajama party?"

   I was scared that one of them would let the naughtiness out of the bag,
as everyone told a little about the sleepover.  At least Becky had enough
sense not to correct Ma and say it was a nude party.  The closest anyone
got to the naughtiness was with the scary stories told.  I was beginning to
feel really guilty about what I'd done at the sleepover last night.  I was
thinking about my nightmares of the monster Error getting me.  I didn't
mention those, or any of my nightmares.

   "Hey, let's go do something, Lucy!" Ruth pulled, and I stood up.

   "Now now, Ruth," said Ma.  "Lucy is with her friends her own age.  They
don't want a little girl tagging along."

   "No, Ma," I said.  "It's good for Ruth and me to have fun together.  My
friends won't mind if I go off with Ruth for a couple hours.  Right, guys?"

   "By all means, have some good sister-sister time together," said Carol,
and everyone else agreed.

   "That's fine then," said Ma.  "Bring Ruth back to me around noon at the
Tiki Hut."

   "We'll be there, too," added Vanessa.

   As we walked together, Ruth holding my hand, I was thinking about my
nightmares.  I knew perfectly well that Error meant erroneous thought, not
a monster or bad guy out to get you.  But as a young child, I got to
thinking of Error as exactly that.  And I couldn't completely rid myself of
that mistake.  What if my nightmares were telling me that I was seriously
going into new levels of Error through my sleepover activities?

   One thing I knew.  I wasn't going to tell my parents.

   Ruth and I had lots of fun in the South Seas Adventures, before we had
to meet the others at the Tiki Hut.  A couple times, the notion of Ruth
having been an older brother Peter came to mind, but I put it out.

   After lunch, the girls and I spent an hour relaxing and dozing off, then
spent the rest of the afternoon having fun.  All too soon, it was time to
leave.

   I showered and changed into jeans and tee-shirt before going home, as Pa
would be home.  In fact he was.  "It's been too long since I last saw you
Lucy.  But by all means, keep having fun with your friends."

   I practiced the piano for a little while, then, as usual after a Bikini
Beach day, went to bed early.  I slept better back in my own bed, even
though I enjoyed sleeping next to Carol.  I didn't have any nightmares this
time.  

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