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   A Bikini Beach Summer

   by Daphne Xu

   Part 13

   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 17th

   "Luke, the Kings are here!" called up Ma.

   "Coming!" I was all ready, in my swimming trunks and sneakers and socks
just like Tuesday to cover my mortifying Lucky-Charms toenails -- they were
mostly faded out by now, but I still didn't want Ma or Pa to see even their
remnants.  They weren't so bad at Bikini Beach, although a couple girls
there giggled and said, "I like your toes!" I went downstairs, Ma gave me
enough money for a one-day pass and meals.  Daisy, who'd spent the night,
hugged us both.  Her hug felt nice on my bare chest.

   Ruth and I got into the SUV.  Helen and Vernon were there, of course, in
their swimwear.  To my surprise, Jen was there.  She was leaning against
Vernon's bare torso, and Vernon had his arm around her.

   "Jen spent the last two nights and yesterday with Vernon," announced
Helen.  "They were awfully loud -- especially Jen."

   "Helen!" said Mrs.  King.  "What an awful thing to say!"

   "But it's true!"

   I just sat there in shock and excitement, thinking about the activities
they must have engaged in.  I shifted my equipment on my lap to make sure
my growing bulge was hidden.

   Jen was bent over in mortification.  I briefly saw her face trying to
hold back tears, as Vernon pressed her to his chest.  "Helen," he said
slowly and deliberately, glaring at her.  "If you were my little brother,
you wouldn't last ten minutes."

   "Nanny nanny boo-boo, you're gonna be my big sister in thirty minutes!"
Helen stuck her tongue out at Vernon.

   "And as your big sister, I'll have no qualms in grabbing you by the
scruff of your neck and flinging you all the way back to the last
millennium."

   "Children, children!" said Mrs.  King.  "Helen, look what you did to
Jen. Apologize promptly, or I'll put you over my knee when we reach Bikini
Beach."

   Helen looked over the back of the seat at Jen and Vernon, and Jen turned
a distressed face to her.  "Oh, no.  Sorry, Jen." Helen actually looked it
even.  She lowered her own face to the seat.

   "It's okay," mumbled Jen.

   We eventually arrived at Bikini Beach.  We were so accustomed to going
directly for the turnstiles, that I had to remind myself that I needed to
get a new pass.

   Ruth asked, "Mrs.  King, can Helen and I go to the turnstiles?  We still
have our passes."

   "Sure, go ahead.  Enjoy yourselves!"

   "I'll go with them," said Jen.  "If you don't mind, that is, Vernon."
She glanced at him with a loving look.

   "Certainly," answered Vernon.  "I'll see you inside -- as Vanessa, of
course."

   I was apprehensive -- was I really going to change into a girl?  Not
only that, what would I think or remember?  I remembered only being a boy
the past times -- or even just not noticing -- but that was apparently a
false memory.  Was Bikini Beach making a unique exception for me?

   I had no idea now.  I was tempted to bolt, and take the bus back to
town. I was too embarrassed to mention turning into a girl, though, so when
we finally arrived at the booth, I remained silent while Mrs.  King and
Vernon discussed various options with the saleslady.

   "...  a longer membership than my usual two-week," Vernon was saying.

   "We have an inexpensive two-month membership," said the saleslady.

   "That ends a couple weeks into school," said Vernon.  "What happens if I
attend the first two weeks of school as Vanessa?  How does it affect me
when I return as Vernon?"

   "I really don't know anything about that.  Anya or the Boss herself
deals with those long-term memberships.  Hey, Anya!" she called out to the
side.  "Care to switch?  A customer is considering a two-month membership."

   "Coming," came a voice.

   "Anya'll help you." The saleslady left, replaced by Anya.

   "Hey, Vernon," she said.

   "Hi, Anya.  I'm considering the two-month membership, but I'm wondering
how that would affect me in school, to attend the first couple of weeks as
Vanessa.  I mean, for all I know, Vanessa may have preregistered for
different classes from mine last spring -- I don't remember.  Also, I'm
going out for football, the freshman team.  How would being Vanessa affect
that?  Practice begins several weeks before school starts."

   "Okay, let me check." Anya typed a few things into the computer. 
"Standard reality-shift means that when you revert, Vernon has done some
combination of Vanessa's activities and what Vernon would have done.  We
can, if you wish, make sure that Vernon had his own classes and started
football practice at the right time, regardless of what you did as
Vanessa."

   "That might wipe out quite a bit of what I did with my Bikini Beach
friends.  I don't want that.  Just to be clear," he said, "I want to keep
my Bikini Beach friends forever, and remember as much as possible what I
did with them."

   "Me too." At that moment, there was nothing I wanted more.  "Best
Friends Forever, right?"

   "Right!" We slapped our hands together, then slid our hands into a
handhold he'd taught us earlier.

   "I promise you," said Anya.  "You and your friends won't forget, Vernon.
Only the rest of the world will.  But if you're concerned, then how about
this?  We have Vanessa preregistered for all your classes, and joining the
freshman football team.  You'll take some hassling, but you can handle
that. As Vanessa, you're tough."

   "Sounds good, Anya.  Thanks."

   Mrs.  King said, "You might want to spend a little time as Vernon,
though - especially with Jen."

   "Jen's parents think I'm female -- or at least will when I change. 
That's why I had Jen with me since Tuesday: I wanted to make sure that I
was Vanessa when Jen got back home.  I don't think I can pull that off
again.  I don't want to risk our friendship with Jen, just so that I could
be with her as Vernon.  So the two-month membership, with what Anya
specified."

   Mrs.  King got her credit card out, and the transaction was processed.
Then she turned to me.  "Luke?"

   "J-j-just one day, p-p-please," I stammered.  "I have the cash." I
quickly got it out, and paid the amount.  Anya appeared to notice my fear.
She looked as if she wanted to say something, but in the end said nothing.

   Vernon and I went into the men's changing room.  Only just now did I
realize what an incredibly lame pun that was, although I was too nervous
now about changing to a girl, to groan appreciatively.  What would it feel
like?  What would I remember?  Would I forget everything about who I was?

   Vernon promptly removed his swimsuit and footwear, and went to shower
nude.

   I sat on a bench, worrying and wondering what it would be like, slowly
removing my shoes and socks, putting off the shower.  Changing into a girl,
I could hardly bear the notion.  I delayed further, first just sitting
there, then removing my swimming trunks as well.  I had to really push
aside my phobia of being seen naked; it was seriously outweighed by my fear
of showering.

   Vanessa returned to put on her bikini.  I couldn't help looking her tall
dark naked body up and down appreciatively.  She was beautiful.  I was
reminded that Bikini Beach existed so that girls would not undergo that
kind of scrutiny.

   She said, "Better shower and change, Luke.  They probably don't
appreciate a naked boy and girl alone together in the men's changing room
for very long."

   After I finished showering, I returned to the bench, furiously kicking
myself metaphorically.  "Are you okay, Lucy?" asked Vanessa.

   "No, I'm not okay!" I replied, slipping back on the bikini I'd worn.  "I
vowed not to wear bikinis here any more, but this morning I succumbed to
temptation and wore my bikini today.  If Pa catches me in this bikini when
I get home, I'm in deep trouble.  He hates it when girls dress in skimpy
clothing, and hates bikinis in particular."

   I'd been mentally kicking myself ever since I got into the car and we
drove off, working myself into a panicked rage.  I'd walked out the front
door, down the walkway to their SUV standing at the curb, wearing only my
bikini and flip-flops -- anyone in the neighborhood could have seen me.  I
didn't even wrap myself in a towel, preferring to use the towels readily
available at Bikini Beach.

   "Not only that," I continued.  "A monstrous nightmare I had at the
sleepover turned out true.  The nightmare had Error as a monster pulling me
away from Ma and Pa, and taunting me that I would chicken out of giving my
planned testimonial at church last night!  And I did exactly that: chicken
out!

   "My testimonial was going to be how I'd finally conquered temptation of
wearing bikinis to Bikini Beach, and wore one-piece swimsuits instead.  I
realized that the testimonial would be embarrassing, but the embarrassment
itself was Error.  I succumbed to the embarrassment last night, and then
this morning I succumbed to the temptation to wear a bikini again!"

   "I have to admit to not understanding your things about your religion,
but perhaps it was a good thing you didn't testify about having conquered
your temptation to wear bikinis -- if indeed you *REALLY* did succumb
today." Vanessa spoke those last words slowly.  "But you didn't.  Bikini
Beach is responsible for the bikini you're wearing."

   "What do you mean?"

   "There's a reason both of us are in the men's changing room, but if you
can't figure it out yourself, you won't believe me if I tell you."

   Huh?  That made no sense whatsoever.

   "I remember a couple weeks ago, you were kicking yourself for wearing a
bikini, afraid of what your Pa would say or do.  I reassured you with
something like, `You're at Bikini Beach now, and everything will turn out
fine.' I wasn't thinking at the time, and didn't realize how Bikini Beach
was causing the problem in the first place.  I'm so very sorry, and
embarrassed about that."

   "Thank you, I think.  I still don't understand, though," I said.

   "Like I said, you won't believe me if I tell you.  You have to figure it
out for yourself."

   Vanessa and I went out to join the others.  Carol, Jen, and Becky were
outside, waiting for us.  Becky was with another girl, one I'd never seen
before.  "Is that you, Vernon?" asked Jen, looking at Vanessa.

   "Yeah, I'm Vernon, although my female name's Vanessa," Vanessa answered,
reaching down and lifting Jen up in a tight hug.  Jen reached around and
pulled Vanessa in a tight kiss, lasting perhaps a minute.  Then Vanessa let
Jen down.

   "You're so tall!" She paused.  "I almost didn't recognize you.  But your
eyes...  By the way, Lucy." She turned toward me with a death glare.  "Why
did you go with Vernon into the men's room?  He's mine!"

   My mouth opened wide; I was utterly speechless.  I'd already changed
into my bikini at home, and didn't bring anything with me I needed to store
in a locker.  Both Vanessa and I were in our bikinis.  All we had to do was
shower, although we both did get naked before showering.  The small men's
changing room was clearly empty, and I had the idea of using it to avoid
the crowd in the women's room, and apparently Vanessa had the same idea.

   "Please, there has to be some rational explanation.  I'm sure Lucy
wouldn't do that to you and Vanessa -- or to me," said Carol, glancing
sharply at me.

   "Bikini Beach's magic did -- had something to do with it," Vanessa said.
"Let's not let Bikini Beach's magic break us up.  Please!  I think each of
us remembers different things, from Bikini Beach's magic.  And all our
memories are partly false.  We need to work through this."

   "I have an idea," said Carol.  "You three need to tell your own memories
of the event.  But we shouldn't have any of our stories influenced by what
we hear.  Let's go into the office.  I'm sure they have writing material,
and we can write things down there."

   "Great idea, Carol," said Vanessa.  We all went to the office building,
me in trepidation because I'd stupidly done something horribly wrong.  I
almost missed Becky's ominous whisper, "I hope we don't encounter
Grandmother."

   "Actually, she quite nice," said Alice, who had joined us somewhere
along the way and followed us silently.  "Okay, I concede your encounter
with her."

   We met Anya again.  Vanessa greeted her, and asked, "May we have pen and
paper, and a place to write?  We have something to work out."

   "Certainly," replied Anya.  "There's one of the conference rooms." She
led us there.

   I was the one in dutch with the group.  I wrote my story the best I
could, including my motive.  I ended with, "I had no idea it would cause
such trouble.  I am very sorry.  I'll never do it again." I was
guiltwracked and embarrassed over the whole thing.

   I was the last to finish.  Carol read them out loud.  Jen's story was
that I went with Vernon (male) into the men's room.

   Vanessa's version kicked me hard, like a blow to the gut, although not
in the way Jen (and Carol?) meant.

   Vanessa remembered being Vernon, entering the men's room as Vernon, and
changing to Vanessa.  I had accompanied him today.  But she went further:
"Lucy also joined me in the men's room back when we both got our two-week
guest memberships to Bikini Beach and I changed to Vanessa.  Afterwards,
when the passes were in effect, and I was Vanessa full-time, Lucy and I
always went into the women's changing room.  Now that those passes have
expired and we got new passes, we both entered the men's changing room. 
Contrary to all our memories of her, I am convinced that Lucy is a boy who
changed along with me, with her own memory shifted along with mine and
everyone else's."

   Dead silence.  I was sick with shock.  There was no way I could be a
boy! I just couldn't imagine how it would feel to have those bulky things
dangling down between my legs.  How would I squash them up out of the way
when I dressed?  And a flat chest, absent my breasts?

   "Lucy, you're in shock," said Vanessa.  "Take a long, slow deep breath."

   I had to take several long, slow, deep breaths to recover.  Carol came
and pulled me into a tight embrace, my head up against her bikinicovered
breasts.

   "Vanessa," I asked weakly.  "Was this what you meant about Bikini Beach
being responsible for my bikini?"

   "Now," Vanessa continued.  "Don't think about it.  Not until you're
ready.  Boy or girl, you're one of us, and we are all friends here. 
Nothing can pull us apart.  We are here at Bikini Beach to have fun and
enjoy ourselves and each other.  Now, let's go find the Tropical Waves; we
need to exhaust ourselves."

   We all left the office building.  As we walked the long walk, Becky
introduced us to the girl with her.  "Guys, this is Steph.  Both Alice and
I had hot dates last night," she giggled, and both Alice and Steph laughed
with her.

   Alice continued, "Craig -- that was my date -- Craig's older brother
Stephen--" she pronounced it Steven "--drove us, as he also had a date that
evening.  He was going to pick up his girl, and then drop Craig and me off
where we wanted, and pick us up at 11:00.  I had to be home by midnight, I
told them in no uncertain terms.  I said I'd take a cab home, if he wasn't
there by 11:30.  We picked up his girl -- and it turned out to be Becky."

   The three of them laughed again, and the new girl Steph took up the
story.  "We were surprised that the girls were good friends, and they were
just as surprised that we were brothers."

   Alice and Becky agreed, "Yeah," and Becky giggled some more.

   "So we decided to double-date," continued Steph.  "We first went for
dinner, and then we saw a movie.  It was a chick flick.  You'd be surprised
that both of us boys liked chick flicks, but of course it's sexy and
exciting to watch pretty girls and women all talking and being sexy.  And
as a girl now, I distinctly remember the shirtless guys as hot and buff.

   "After the movie, we still had three hours before we had to leave to get
Alice home -- the plan was to head for home at eleven, just to be on the
safe side.  Anyway, we went and found a nice quiet hidden place to park. 
Um, girls, is it okay to tell what happened the rest of the night?"

   "Sure," giggled Becky.  "We don't keep secrets from each other."

   "Except that some of you are GIRLs and didn't tell us -- that's Guys In
Real Life," explained Carol to Steph.  "Such as you.  Totally justified;
one doesn't want to tell such a thing without knowing first that the other
knows about such things.  By the way, how old are you and your brother? 
You would have to be sixteen in order to drive, and you look more like our
age, fourteen."

   "I'm eighteen," answered Steph.  "And Craig is sixteen.  We both can
drive, but Craig's not allowed to drive at night without a guardian in the
passenger seat.  I guess as Steph, I'm only fourteen.  Usually, Steph
remains my age when I come here, but for some reason Bikini Beach made me
fourteen this time."

   "Sorry, that was my fault," said Becky.  "I wanted to show you Bikini
Beach all and my friends, and I wanted you my age, and I had no idea you
knew about Bikini Beach's secret.  I thought that your age would be the
least of your surprises.  It's only for a day."

   "No, no problem at all," answered Steph.  "I'm not in the least upset or
offended.  In fact, I'm quite flattered that you wanted me to meet and get
to know your Bikini Beach friends.  The only thing -- if I'd known we were
going to Bikini Beach, I would have asked to bring Craig, and see if Alice
could come as well.  Of course, I didn't know she'd be here." Steph glanced
at Alice.  "All the more reason to bring Craig.

   "Anyways, about last night," Steph continued.  "I don't think we really
need to go into detail.  Alice had limits on what she was willing to do,
and so we all limited ourselves." I saw that Becky was about to blurt out
something, but then she kept silent.  "It was all nice, mostly talking and
cuddling.  Then we had to take Alice home.  We all met Alice's parents, and
talked some more."

   "That was the first time that I met Alice's parents, myself," said
Becky. "We talked for quite a while, before we finally had to leave.  And
then I insisted that we drop Craig off home before coming to my place. 
Once we were alone, I told him that Alice's limits no longer applied." She
giggled as she said that.  "Aunt Yuko was on her own hot date that night,
and we had the condo for ourselves." She giggled some more.  "I thought
this might be my only opportunity to have sex as a girl, and I wanted to
experience it all.  Heck, I had no idea a girl could cum simply from giving
a blowjob."

   "It's true," said Jen shyly, in almost a whisper.  "If one really loves
one's partner."

   "I hope he reciprocated," said Alice.

   "Oh, he did, he did!  Boy, did he reciprocate!" replied Becky, grabbing
a now scarlet Steph around the shoulders and pulling her off-balance
against her.

   "Um, Becky," said Carol.  "One really should be discreet about one's
activities with another.  You really don't want to embarrass your partner."

   "I discovered the next morning," said Steph, "that Becky makes wonderful
breakfasts." We knew that from the sleepover, and everyone made noises and
gestures of agreement.  "I also met her aunt, who came home briefly before
heading off to work.  Then Becky insisted we go somewhere -- she didn't
tell, but merely directed me, and well, here I am now.

   "By the way, Becky.  You said something a moment ago that, um,
suggests--"

   "I was a boy before coming to Bikini Beach.  Aunt Yuko brought me here,
and got me a whole summer's membership.  Unlike you, I was completely
caught by surprise."

   With all this talking, we reached the Tropical Waves in almost no time.
We spent quite a long time at the Tropical Waves, and I managed to get
quite exhausted.  With considerable difficulty, I managed to haul myself
out of the water and find a reclining beach chair to collapse onto.  I
barely noticed the other girls following me, and I promptly fell asleep.

   The rest of the morning was wonderful, and most of the time I forgot the
notion that I might really be a boy.  When the idea nagged at my mind, I
just dismissed it -- until noon, that is.

   On our way to lunch, we encountered a shop where they sold swimwear. 
"Hey, let's go in here," I exclaimed, realizing this might be my salvation.
"I want to get a one-piece swimsuit."

   "Your bikini's perfectly fine," said Becky.

   "If Pa catches me in it when I get home, I'm dead," I answered angrily.
"I didn't bring clothes to change into."

   "They should give you one free," said Vanessa.

   "What do -- Oh, look!  They still have those July 4th swimsuits, and
they're selling them at the same prices!" I picked one out my size, and
went to pay for it.

   "Lucy Cuttington?" the lady at the register asked.

   "Yes, that's me," I answered, puzzled.

   "We've been ordered to let you have one free, along with a teeshirt."

   "I appreciate the offer," I hesitatingly said.  "I'm not sure I should
accept them."

   "Take'em," said Vanessa.  "They owe it to you." The saleslady nodded.

   "Thank-you, thank-you!  Where can I change?"

   I changed into the swimsuit just before lunch; it was such a relief, not
to worry about Pa catching me in a bikini.

   Mrs.  King, Helen, and Ruth joined us for lunch, and I mentioned the
trouble I got into with the group.  Mrs.  King said, "I do remember you
following Vernon into the men's room, and I remember wondering why for a
moment.  But I didn't call you out on it, or anything.  Now that you
mention it, I don't know why I didn't say anything."

   "Vanessa says that I was a boy, who changed into me in the men's
changing room." I shuddered and winced as I said that.

   "I've always suspected," said Ruth, surprising and scaring me.  "I
probably knew it before THEY erased my memory." She said the last four
words in an angry growl.  "You always went into the men's room to change,
at least until a couple weeks ago."

   "After you got your two-week pass," added Vanessa, "and remained a girl
full-time."

   I couldn't help sagging down in my seat, and closing my eyes.  Someone
climbed on my lap -- Ruth, from the feel of it.  She pressed up against me,
and put her arms around me.  My arms automatically went around her, and I
finally let loose with my tears.

   The rest of the afternoon was more somber for me, even though I was
conscious of the relief of the fear I'd been feeling all morning, at
potentially being caught by Pa in a bikini.  I tried not to think about me
being a boy, what that entailed.

   When it was time to go, we all gave Steph a goodbye hug.  "We'll see you
again, won't we?" I said.  "Bring your brother, too."

   She was momentarily perturbed to discover that her car didn't exist. 
"We probably took the bus here.  That's how I always come in the morning,"
said Becky.  "Aunt Yuko will take us home and drop you off.  Your car will
probably wind up in your garage tomorrow."

   I had no problem with Pa when I arrived home that evening.  I'd put the
tee-shirt on over the swimsuit while riding home, and when I got home, I
simply changed into my nightgown and robe, before returning downstairs for
the evening.

   .  .  .  .

   I woke up from another of my nightmares of repeatedly having to go to
the bathroom, but never being able to, in progressively more bizarre and
more public places.

   The clock next to the bed said that it was just before 2AM.  I dashed
out and used the bathroom.

   As I sat on the toilet letting the rushlet flow out of me, I wondered
for a moment at the sensation of -- pink?  -- rising up and surrounding me.
A couple weeks ago, Vanessa had told me that the pink always accompanies
"the change." I'd had no idea then what she was talking about.

   Now, as I shook the last drops out of my dick, I wondered momentarily if
I'd just experienced a Bikini Beach transformation, even as I was wondering
why I was peeing sitting down.

   I was still fuming at how Ma and Pa had reacted, catching me in that
July-4th girls one-piece swimsuit that I'd bought and changed into
yesterday.  I'd thought I would fit in with the girls better, if I wore a
girl's swimsuit, even if it were only a one-piece.  (I didn't quite get the
nerve to get a bikini; I'd probably have worn only the bottom.) The tight
strap of material going between my legs even helped conceal my crotch,
making it more resemble a girl's crotch.

   I really couldn't say why I decided then that I wanted to fit in with
the girls more in my swimwear.  I know that sometimes I felt very much out
of place as the only boy.

   I checked my closet.  Yes, it was hanging there, next to my swimming
trunks.

   It took a while to get back to sleep; my mind kept running over Pa's
ridicule.  I hadn't realized there would be trouble when I got home.  But
when I got home, the first the Pa said was, "*WHAT* is *THAT*?!"

   I froze, my stomach sinking, almost nauseous with shame, as I realized
how I looked.  "So," continued Pa.  "You've been around girls so much now,
you want to look more like one.  Perhaps you thought it would look cool. 
No, you just look silly.  You might just have gone all-out and gotten a
bikini.  And for that matter, get something to fill out the top as well. 
Make yourself a clown, while you're at it.

   "I can't believe a son of mine would show himself in public looking like
that!"

   Even Ma, coming into the living room from the kitchen, agreed that I
looked silly in that girl's swimsuit.

   Pa continued, "You're not too old to be put over my lap and spanked nice
and ..." I missed the rest as he stepped toward me, because -- "Ha!" -- I
jumped back into a TKD fighting stance.  I remembered Wednesday's
nightmare, and vowed to stay out of that position.

   "So I look silly, eh?  Foolish, eh?  Don't come an inch closer." I
twitched my front leg, hoping to get the point across.  "You try anything,
and I'll show you silly and foolish!  So help me, I will!" I glared
straight into Pa's eyes.  We both stood frozen, staring at each other.  I
managed to hold my stare without blinking.

   "Yay, Luke!" shouted Ruth.

   "Ruth!" exclaimed Ma.

   "And another thing!" I yelled, ready to act if Ma moved toward Ruth. 
"Nobody ever spanks Ruth again, either!"

   "Fine!" said Pa.  "Get a bikini.  Go naked for all I care.  Turn
yourself into a girl!" He turned and stomped into his office.

   Ma looked soberly at me.  Ruth jumped up to hug me, and I lifted her up
and held her tight to me.

   That had been a most distressing, mortifying end to an otherwise nice
Bikini Beach day -- marred only at the start by Jen being jealous of
Vanessa and me sharing the men's changing room.  

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