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   A Bikini Beach Summer

   by Daphne Xu

   Part 11

   The Following Days and the Firmlove Meeting

   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.

   Sunday, July 13

   Both Thursday and Friday night, I'd had nightmares about monsters that
were Error going after me.  Was someone or something warning me?  Or was
someone or something actually after me?  Or were they just nightmares,
influenced by thoughts in the background of my mind?

   In any case, as I awoke Sunday morning, I kept feeling guilty about the
sleepover events of Friday night.  They were major-league Error.  I even
felt guilty about the dress-suit I got when we went shopping, even though I
kept telling myself I had nothing to feel guilty about.

   I decided to wear it that very day to Sunday School and Church.  I
waited until after breakfast before putting it on -- partly because I
didn't want to spill food on it, partly because I was nervous about putting
it on and letting Ma and Pa see me in it.  I didn't know why; the
dress-suit was about as modest as one could get short of a nun's habit. 
Perhaps it's because I bought it without asking or telling Ma, or perhaps
because I'd splurged on it almost the entire amount she'd given for
shopping.

   The girls had persuaded me to buy it, and pantyhose and two-inch heels
to go with it.  I was particularly nervous about the heels, since Ma had
never gotten heels for me before.  (I'd never asked.) I wasn't sure how to
fix my hair to match the suit; my usual ponytail didn't seem to fit.  I
just decided to let my hair fall and brush it out.

   Ruth was the first to see me in my new suit.  "Oh my, Lucy!  You look...
adult ...  like a young and friendly Ma!  It's wonderful!"

   Pa was the next to see me, when I went downstairs.  "Say, who could this
lovely young lady possibly be?  Is that you, Erin, time-traveling from the
past?"

   "Very funny, Pa," I replied.

   "What's going on?" asked Ma, as she entered from the kitchen.  "Oh my,
is that you, Lucy?  Let me look at you!" Ma fiddled a little with my
jacket. "You look great in that -- almost the businesswoman.  Good
workmanship, too.  Adjustable -- it should last you at least a couple
years."

   "Seeing my daughter like this truly drives home the point that you are
growing up," said Pa.

   "Aww, Pa.  I'll wear my other dresses sometimes.  I'll remain childlike
some of the time." One should remain childlike, according to Mrs.  Eddy. 
And Jesus said that one should become as a child, too.

   "I take it you bought it Friday, when you went shopping with the girls?"
asked Ma.

   "Yes.  They persuaded me to get it.  Vanessa, in particular.  I'm afraid
it took almost everything you gave me for shopping."

   "I quite approve.  It's surprisingly responsible for a teenage shopping
spree."

   The Lesson-Sermon's subject this week was "Sacrament." That meant a
slight change in the format of the service.  After the Readers read the
Lesson, we were "invited" to kneel on the floor.  I'd been feeling guilty
and begging for forgiveness throughout the service, and here I continued to
beg for forgiveness as part of my silent prayer -- even as I recalled
vaguely in the back of my mind that this was not the right kind of prayer.
We recited the Lord's Prayer.

   I think I felt a little better after the church service was over.

   "Lucy, over here." Ruth grabbed my hand and we went off a little ways
from where Ma was gossiping with other church ladies.  "You were unhappy
this morning.  Was it something at the sleepover?"

   "Well..." I blushed in embarrassment at the memories.  I didn't want
anyone to know about them.  Not even Ruth -- putting aside the
embarrassment, she was just too young.  I finally said, "I think Error
influenced me at the sleepover."

   Ruth giggled.  "Did you sneak boys into the sleepover?"

   "Um, the only boys there were the ones changed to girls -- Becky and
Vanessa."

   "Aww," she pouted.

   I wondered about that, but let it go.  "I had nightmares too.  Error as
a monster trying to pull me away from Ma and Pa, Error and monsters in the
mall after me, pushing me toward the Dangerous Store.  Heck, I can't
remember now if we actually encountered that Store Friday, or I dreamed it
all."

   "A Dangerous Store?" said Ruth.  "It was probably a nightmare.  Anyway,
error means mistake -- I looked it up.  But we're almost taught that it's a
monster whispering in our ear.  Like when we're grumpy, Ma says that's Old
Error."

   We talked some more, but then we had to stop because Ma's socialization
had ended, and we had to return home for Sunday dinner.

   After dinner, I joined Ruth and Daisy and a couple other girls and guys
her age playing outside.  The afternoon went by fast, and so did the
evening of a game of Life.  Pa joined us for the game.

   Monday, July 14th

   The next morning, we had to record a new week of the Lesson-Sermon.  The
subject was Life, one of the seven synonyms of God according to "Science
and Health."

   So after breakfast and the Mental Work, Ma recorded the "Science and
Health" readings, while I recorded the Bible readings.  Afterwards, I spent
part of the time helping with chores, and part of the time reading.  I also
practiced some piano and clarinet.  I tried not to think of Error haunting
me and taunting me during the sleepover.

   I did wind up thinking of Ma's rant about what Mrs.  Winstead said, last
Tuesday.  Did I really hear that?  Or did I dream it?  Or did Ma make it up
or hallucinate it?  Becky and Vanessa had been transformed by Bikini Beach.
Had Ruth as well?  Had my mind been completely wiped of memories of -- what
was the original name?  Peter?

   Ma wouldn't know -- any more.  She'd forgotten as well, if it happened.
But Mrs.  Winstead might know.

   I had piano lessons as well as ballet.  After piano finished, I suddenly
wondered if Carol would appear like before.  Sure enough, there she was at
the corner of a street a couple blocks from the mall.  Shouting out, "Hey,
Carol!" I ran to meet her, despite being loaded down, and she ran to meet
me.

   After jumping and hugging, we backed off to look at each other.  "It's
been a while, since Saturday," she said.  Then both of us blushed at the
same time.  My face was burning.

   "About Friday night," we both began, then stopped.  "You first," we both
said, then burst out in laughter.

   "Let's get moving," I said, taking her hand.  "I have ballet to attend."
After a short pause, I asked, unsure of my words, "Did we go too far
Friday?"

   "Well..." she said.

   "I felt really guilty yesterday at Church.  It felt like -- I feel silly
and embarrassed talking about church to people outside it.  The words we
use mean different things.  I'll just say it -- it felt like majorleague
Error, an Error unprecedented for me.  That term Error, well it means
mistake or something wrong, but also something more.  Ma would say to us as
a child, `That's Old Error influencing you.' Something in our book mentions
Error being "exterminated." I got to thinking of Error sometimes as a
tempter, sometimes as a terrible monster.

   "In my nightmares Thursday and Friday night, Error was the monster
pulling me away from Ma and Pa (who were, of course, oblivious) or the
thing chasing me toward the Dangerous Store but also inside the store
waiting for me.  I think the Store in my nightmare was based on `Spell R
Us' that we saw Friday."

   "Oh my," said Carol.  "I'll admit I felt a little guilty and definitely
considerably embarrassed at what we did Friday night.  But nothing like
what you felt, I'm sure.  It was fun and exciting as well.  No doubt I'd be
punished if Mom or Dad found out, but nobody's going to tell them, right?"

   "Right.  I'm certainly not going to tell my parents.  Ma spoke about the
fun she had at `pajama parties' when she was young.  I don't think meant
the kind of activities we had Friday.  Although, come to think about it,
she never told us what they did."

   "How about this?" said Carol.  "What happened Friday night remains
Friday night."

   "Exactly."

   We continued walking.  I was lost in my thoughts.  Error in one of the
nightmares taunted me that I would be too scared to give the testimony I'd
vowed to give on Wednesday -- about wearing bikinis and one-pieces to
Bikini Beach.  I was having doubts about it -- and fears and embarrassment
-- and I realized that those doubts, and fears, and embarrassment were
Error.

   We arrived at the ballet studio just as Ma and Ruth arrived.  I changed
into my ballet leotard and tights, and the class went by as usual, except
this time, Carol watched us.

   Afterwards, she said, "Did I ever tell you?  You definitely look sexy,
both of you.  Ruth, you almost look like a younger version of Lucy.  It's a
wonderful privilege walking home with both of you." Carol took both our
hands.  "Let's go."

   We started off.

   "There's the way you treat me as a friend, almost like Lucy," said Ruth.

   "Well, you and Lucy are clearly friends as well as sisters.  And there's
something mature about you -- and also about your friend Daisy, I don't
know.  And then it's fun to have some childish fun once in a while. 
Actually, I view Lucy rather different." She took her hand out of mine, and
wrapped her arm around my shoulders, pulling me to her.  After a moment of
surprise and being off-balance, I managed to get my arm around her waist,
and leaned against her.  I couldn't help having a silly grin on my face.

   "Now that silly thing about being up a tree is running through my mind,"
said Ruth with a giggle.

   "Um, Ruth, in case you didn't notice, we can't have children," I said.

   We got home.  While I changed out of my leotard, the idea occurred to me
that my Bikini Beach pass was probably expiring.  I got it out and checked:
the expiration date was 5:00pm Tuesday, July 15th.  So it was still good
tomorrow.  That was actually nice of them, making it a 15-day pass instead
of a two-week pass.

   Daisy joined us, and the four of us spent the rest of the afternoon
playing outside.  Both Daisy and Carol stayed for dinner and we played some
more afterwards.  Then Carol had to go home.  Pa drove her home, and I went
along with them.

   On the way back home, Pa said, "You have a very good friend there, Lucy.
She's involved not only with you, but also with Ruth and her friend Daisy
-- pretty much the whole family."

   For a moment, icky thoughts tempted my mind, thoughts about Pa and
Carol. No-no-no, I managed to put them out of my mind.  That was just sick.
Error.

   Tuesday, July 15th

   As I followed the morning routine, it was perpetually on my mind that
today was the final day of my two-week Bikini Beach membership.  I was
regretting not making more use of the membership, such as going on other
days.  But then I realized that one can enjoy the rides only so much.  It
was being with the other girls that made Bikini Beach the special place it
was.

   I wondered if there were other activities we could do together besides
Bikini Beach.  There was the sleepover, and shopping.  Were there other
places such as theme parks to attend?  Places that wouldn't have the magic
that sometimes scared me?

   I got into my swimsuit and got my equipment well before the Kings
arrived to take us to Bikini Beach.  So I practiced on the piano -- feeling
a little strange doing so in a swimsuit, especially with flip-flops on the
pedals.  I tossed them off; my bare feet on the pedals felt a little more
normal.  The Lucky Charms on my toenails were faded.

   Ruth was in her swimsuit and ready by the time the Kings arrived. 
Vanessa and Helen were in the SUV as usual, and we made it to Bikini Beach
in good time.

   I posed the question to Vanessa while still in the car.  "I was
wondering, especially since today is the last day we can use our passes,
are there other places to go, other things all six of us can do to have
fun? For example, find park or a field and play ball games, Frisbee, on the
swings and climbing bars?"

   "Gee, I don't know.  It might be fun to go to other theme parks,
overnight trips to places like Sea World or Six Flags, or one of the Disney
parks.  We should talk to the guys about it." She laughed suddenly.  "It
would definitely be interesting being the lone boy among a group of girls
in that situation.  Except that probably the next time I visit Bikini
Beach, I'll have Mom get me another extended time membership, so I'll still
be Vanessa when it comes to that.  Actually, come to think of it." She cast
a sharp glance at me.  "I'm not sure I would be the only boy."

   I didn't really want to know what she meant by that.  Becky/Bruce had a
summer membership, so she wouldn't be there as a boy.  Did her pointed
glance at me indicate that she thought I might be a boy?  Or be one after
the pass expired?  Now that was ridiculous.

   As usual, we had a wonderful day at the water park.  I took the
gymnastics class, and found myself promoted to level 2 gymnast.  Ruth had
been promoted earlier; her younger body was more flexible and adaptable
than mine was, despite my greater experience with ballet.

   We left Bikini Beach early, and Jen came along with us.  Mrs.  King
dropped Ruth and me off at home just in time to change for dinner.

   Over dinner, Ma announced, "Dan?  Lucy?  Ruth?  Our weekly Firmlove
meeting will be here tonight.  We require all your help in setting up the
basement playroom for the meeting."

   So Pa, Ruth, and I were Shanghaied into bringing a bunch of chairs in
from the storage room off to the side, along with a long table for snacks.
Pa lugged downstairs a large cooler full of sodas, and Ruth and I had to
lug bags of potato chips, cheesitz, corn chips, and so forth.

   Soon, the first participants arrived.  We were supposed to remain out of
the way, doing our own things as usual.  I joined Ruth in her room. 
"Remember Ma's angry rant about Mrs.  Winstead last week?  Do you think
they'll say anything about that today?"

   "Maybe," said Ruth.

   "Let's try to listen to the meeting," I said.  "We may be able to learn
something."

   We went downstairs to the living room.  There were heat ducts which sent
hot air in the winter and cold air in the summer, on the floor of the
living room.  In the playroom downstairs, they were in the ceiling.

   "We need to maintain absolute silence," whispered Ruth.

   I pressed my ear against one of the ducts, and was able to hear what
they were saying.  "...  were able to persuade the judge not to release
Joseph on bond," said an unknown voice.  "We had to emphasize the danger a
potential drug dealer posed to the community.  However, we failed at
persuading the judge not to appoint an attorney for Joseph.  At least, a
stint in jail may be just what is needed to persuade him and other
potential drug dealers that rules and laws are to be obeyed." They spoke
more at length about this Joseph.

   Then the voice of a woman who appeared to be the leader of the group
said, "Next on the agenda: a proposal by Mrs.  Cuttington to expel Mrs. 
Winstead from this Firmlove branch." Several voices exclaimed in surprise
and outrage.  I raised my eyebrows and glanced at Ruth, successfully
remaining silent.  "Order, order!  We shall let Mrs.  Cuttington make her
motion and present her reasons."

   I heard Ma's voice!  "I wish to expel Mrs.  Winstead for her advocacy of
crackpot claims, in particular slanderous and defamatory claims made about
my daughter Ruth."

   More exclamations, followed by, "Order!  Order!  Erin?"

   "Mrs.  Winstead practically accused my daughter Ruth, who's only nine
years old, in the infamous rape/murder of Jill Denison.  Supposedly at the
time, Ruth was my son Peter, seventeen years old, and I took him to Bikini
Beach to change him into Ruth.  I mean, the very idea!  Ruth has always
been my daughter, and how could anyone think that Bikini Beach, an
exclusive water park for girls and women, nothing more, transforms people?"

   Everyone spoke at once, and I couldn't understand any of them.  "Order,
order!" Eventually the noise quieted down, and the leader called out,
"Deborah?"

   Another woman, who must have been Mrs.  Winstead, said, "This is all
utterly ridiculous.  You should all ask yourselves, would I make such a
claim that Bikini Beach actually changes boys to girls?"

   I heard Ma shout out, "Liar!" just like a little kid!  The leader said,
"Order, Erin!  Continue Deborah."

   "Clearly, Erin knows perfectly well that Ruth has always been Ruth.  In
order to claim that Bikini Beach changed her son Peter to Ruth, I would
also have to explain how she and her family always remembered Ruth as part
of the family!"

   Ma promptly said, "Deborah is lying.  She said Ruth was dropping hints
around that she was formerly Peter, yet unable to say so directly.  She
implied that Bikini Beach had the power not only to change Peter to Ruth
but also make us believe Ruth always existed *AND* make Ruth unable to tell
her own story."

   More chatter and exclamations emerged.

   "Order!  Order!  Biff?"

   A male voice said, "For what it's worth, the police arrested a young
negro male for Jill Denison's murder.  There was never any talk of the
murderer being a white boy."

   Another female voice said, "As teacher at Central High, I hear all sorts
of crazy rumors and stories.  Among them are claims about Bikini Beach: it
changes boys to girls, people to animals, plants, vampires, and even
inanimate objects.  It even bans girls' swimsuits that cover too much!  Its
owners are witches, vampires, aliens from space.  I've always attributed
those rumors to jealous boys who can't get admitted to Bikini Beach because
of its girls-only policy."

   Another male voice: "I don't know who's in the wrong, but here's one
thing I do know.  Even bringing up such claims, even if unambiguously
denied, furthers the beliefs.  It's basic human psychology.  If you say,
`Purple cows don't exist,' one is more likely to entertain the notion of a
purple cow than if you remained silent about them."

   The leader spoke again: "Mrs.  Cuttington made the motion.  Unless
there's a second, I shall table the motion and go to the next item."

   A male voice spoke: "I move this alternative: Mrs.  Cuttington's motion,
and all discussion thereof be stricken from the record, and we continue on
as if the motion and discussion had never occurred"

   A series of voices shouted, "Second!"

   The leader: "Discussion?" A moment later, "All in favor?"

   A series of voices shouted, "Yes."

   "Against?"

   Silence.

   "The motion passes.  Next on the agenda, Lisa Albertson's oldest
daughter's involvement with necrotism and neopaganism."

   Necrotism?  Neopaganism?  I had no idea what they were, but it certainly
sounded scary.  Pagan.  Probably contrary to Christian Science.  I
continued to listen, and learned a number of things.  Neopagans were
atheists who worshiped Satan -- or was it a Goddess?  Or Satan as a
Goddess? -- and became witches through power bestowed on them by Satan.  A
quarter of the teachers in the public schools were secretly pagan, and
lured students into their clutch.  Modern physics and quantum theory were
simply paganism in disguise, and the public money used in building huge
accelerators -- that's what it sounded like -- was secret public money for
pagans.

   They had a break, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs from the
basement, so I dashed into the kitchen.  Ruth went somewhere else.  I
pretended to look through the pantry, and then hid behind the pantry door
when they entered the kitchen, and listened to what sounded like might
become an actual fight between Ma and the other woman.

   "You witch!" said the other woman, who must have been Mrs.  Winstead. 
"How could you do this, after all I did to help you with Ruth and Peter!  I
informed and advised you about Bikini Beach, after the lawyer got Peter off
the hook for Jill Denison's murder.  I took in Ruth for the night after she
injured your husband--"

   "I don't know what the Hell you're talking about," replied a very angry
Ma.  Yes, she actually cursed!

   "Oh?  Then why DID you call me, say it was an emergency, and drive Ruth
to my house to spend the night?"

   "Okay, I concede, I can't remember why," said Ma.  "I do remember it
seemed important at the time."

   "You even had to warn Ruth it was either me or the police.  You don't
remember telling me all about that?  You don't remember telling me about
Ruth kicking Daniel, after he spanked her?"

   "Huh?!?  Dan never spanked either of my daughters.  He told me he
refused to spank girls.  And certainly, Ruth never kicked Dan.  There's no
way she could kick him so hard as to injure him."

   Mrs.  Winstead said, "You told me that Ruth had caused a major
disruption at Bikini Beach on July 4th.  To compound it, she refused to let
you spank her.  You took her home and had Dan spank her as punishment for
both the disruption and not letting you spank her.  Then you described
Ruth's kicking your husband in specific detail.  First, she kicked him at
the top of the stairs, making him fall downstairs.  Then she jumped --
almost flew, you said -- downstairs and landed on his side -- jamming her
heel into him right as she landed.

   "You told me that when Ruth was Peter, he had a blue belt in Taekwondo.
Some of that must have remained in Ruth.  How could you possibly forget our
long discussion, where we finally agreed that reforming Peter was hopeless?
Ruth kept denying her guilt, kept resisting discipline, and kept engaging
in behavior unbecoming a girl her age?  Even deliberately dropping clues
around trying to tell others, when you made it abundantly clear that her
change from Peter was between you and her alone?"

   What?  What kind of talk was that?  Someone is a victim, and the
criminal proclaims that it's only between the victim and himself?

   "Now that's just way out!" exclaimed Ma.  "You must have been dreaming
or something."

   "Excuse me?  I wasn't dreaming.  You called Bikini Beach yourself that
night to arrange for Ruth's membership to be upgraded to lifetime, with a
new reality-shift to wipe out everything that Ruth did the past weeks and
replace it with normal behavior.  It would also remove Ruth's own memories
of having been Peter, as well as everyone else's and eliminate Peter once
and for all.

   "Oh, my God!  I just realized -- you got caught up in the realityshift
yourself.  No wonder you don't remember any of this, Erin!"

   "That explains it," Ma said angrily.  "You talk all sorts of nonsense to
me, of course you will lie about it, deny it when challenged."

   "Erin, all this was supposed to be just between you and me.  Now that
you've gone public with it -- hush, someone's coming."

   Another woman entered.  "The break's over.  Let's get back to work." Ma
and Mrs.  Winstead followed the woman back downstairs, and I got out from
behind that door with relief.  Oh, my!  If last week was merely a
suggestion that Ruth was originally an older Peter, these were all blatant,
unambiguous statements.

   I found Ruth -- didn't know where she hid.  "Did you hear any of that?"
I asked.

   "All of it," answered Ruth.  "I wonder if Pa heard any of this."

   "Probably not enough to understand it.  The television in his office is
probably on too loud, and he's probably caught up in some old classic
movie. But let's go upstairs."

   Once we got in my room, I continued, "This settles things.  You were
definitely Peter, changed to Ruth at the first visit.  It seems as though
you were falsely accused of murdering Alice's cousin Jill.  Bikini Beach
made you forget everything Saturday morning, and made me forget -- well,
whatever and whenever they made me forget." I just realized I had no idea
what I'd forgotten in Saturday's reality-shift.

   "This is so weird," said Ruth.  "Me being a seventeen-year-old boy, me
being in high school.  High school?  That's so scary!  So what do we do
about it?"

   "Let's sleep on it.  Meanwhile, I might practice my clarinet.  It's been
a while." I returned to my own room, and practiced for about half an hour,
not too loud.  Then I went and peeked in Ruth's room.  She appeared sound
asleep, so I went back, changed into one of Pa's tee-shirts, and went to
bed myself.  

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