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    A Bikini Beach Summer
    by Daphne Xu

    Part 14

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.

        Friday, July 18th

I woke up later than usual this morning, but still not late
enough to miss the Mental Work and the Lesson -- not that Ma
would allow me to miss them anyway.  If I got up too late to
listen with the family, Ma always made me listen to them both by
myself.

I refused to leave my room except to go to the bathroom and
shower, until Pa left for work.  I was fuming over last night's
events.  At least, I'd managed to regain a modicum of
self-respect, when I threatened to fight Pa off. But dammit, they
were right.  Thinking back on it, I looked really silly in a
tight girl's one-piece swimsuit.

I was terrified and embarrassed to encounter Ma again this
morning, but neither she nor Ruth said anything about last
night's events.  Ma seemed to be treating me rather gingerly.  I
wasn't feeling too happy when Ruth told Ma and me that she wanted
to visit the library again.  That would mean I would have to go
with her.  "Daisy may want to come, too," she said, reminding me
that Carol might be there as well.  I was feeling definitely a
LOT happier.

We wouldn't have as much time to spend at the library today,
because I had clarinet lessons followed by Taekwondo, and Ruth
had piano and ballet at roughly the same times.

Daisy did indeed want to join us.  Ma drove us again, me in my
Taekwondo uniform and carrying my clarinet material in my
knapsack, and Ruth in her ballet kit with her wrap-around skirt.
When Ma let us out she said, "You get Ruth to piano on time, and
I'll get her to ballet as usual.  Then you pick up Ruth and walk
home with her, as usual."

I set my watch alarm, to get us going in time.

"You think Carol will be there?" asked Ruth.

"She always seems to spot me, wherever I am," I answered.

"She knows your schedule," said Daisy, sounding a bit mad.

We entered the library.  I left my knapsack behind the counter,
and we headed through the adult section.  Daisy spotted Carol. 
"There she is!" she whispered.  She was sitting at a table,
reading, and we went up to her.

She looked up as we approached, casually closed the book and
moved it away, and stood up.  "Hey, guys!" she whispered in a
husky tone.  Her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavy. 
I saw that she was reading Forbidden Flowers.  I was surprised
she actually dared to read this out in full view of the library,
and I hoped that Daisy and Ruth didn't see the title.

"Why is your face red, and why do you talk funny?" asked Daisy.

"Why, I'm very excited to see all of you!" answered Carol, still
breathing hard and in that husky tone.  She picked Daisy up and
hugged her to herself.

Daisy said, "Forbidden Flowers.  How could flowers possibly be
forbidden? Oh, like the poppies in `The Wizard of Oz'?"

"Exactly," said Carol with what looked like a smile of relief.

Unfortunately, we couldn't spend too much time.  It was shortly
time to get Ruth to her piano lesson.  Again, we had to go early,
because I had to get back to the mall in time for my clarinet
lesson.

At Mrs. Prudence's house, we could hear from inside, the sounds
of a piano lesson.  Ruth had a good while to wait.  "Daisy, I'm
going to have to run to make my clarinet lesson on time.  Could
you wait here with Ruth, and keep her company?"

"Please, Daisy?" Ruth added.

So Daisy stayed with Ruth, while Carol and I ran to the mall. 
Running was a bit clumsy with the knapsack, but I made it just in
time for my lesson. The girl with the saxophone was leaving and
Mr. Oregon was there waiting. Carol said, a little out of breath,
"If I'm not here when you're done, check for me at the nearby
bookstore."

"Just in time," he said.  "And all prepared for Taekwondo, too."
Of course, it took me time to set up my clarinet and reed,
something I usually did before class.

The class went routinely, meaning that I routinely stumbled over
some of the more finger-twisting routines.  For the most part, I
managed to keep Hot Bikini-Clad Clarinet Babe out of my mind
during the lesson.  When we finished, I went out to find that
Carol was here, waiting.

It was a nice casual walk to the Taekwondo dojang, which was also
in the mall.  Carol quietly took my hand, interlacing her fingers
with mine.  I felt a quiet, almost serene excitement, that
nevertheless caused my front to bulge out.  I tried to subtly
adjust my uniform top down to hide it.

After Taekwondo, it was another nice casual walk hand-in-hand to
Ruth's ballet studio.  Daisy and Ruth emerged with a group,
chattering among themselves.

"Bye, guys!" Daisy and Ruth both said, as they skipped over to us
and grabbed our hands.

"I'm might ask my parents if I can start ballet," said Daisy.

"Maybe gymnastics," suggested Ruth.

When we got home, Ruth had the first shower as usual.  I stayed
down in the living room with Daisy and Carol.  As grimy and
sweaty as I was from Taekwondo, and from the walk home, I sat on
the floor.  Daisy and Carol sat down as well, and we chatted
about random things.

Eventually, Ruth came downstairs changed into straight clothes. 
It was my turn to shower and change into shorts and tee-shirt. 
When I went back downstairs, the girls had decided that we would
play a game of Sorry down in the basement playroom.  "Sorry's a
fun game," commented Carol.  "I like to play something childish
on occasion."

It turned out they had an ulterior motive for going downstairs. 
They wanted to sit on Carol's and my laps while playing.  We
wound up rotating, with Ruth, Daisy, and even Carol sitting on my
lap while Daisy sat on Ruth's.  And yes, I got to sit on Carol's
lap.

We had to scramble a couple times when Ma came down to check on
us and see if we needed anything.

We talked about random things, including what Mrs. Winstead said
about Ruth as Peter and Daisy's imagination of Peter, and about
Bikini Beach transformations.

Ruth told Daisy and Carol about my confrontation with Pa last
night, over my coming home in a girl's one-piece swimsuit.

Daisy was on my lap at the moment, and went out of control with
teary-eyed laughter, burying her face in my chest.  Carol
squeaked, obviously suppressing her own laughter.  I felt forever
ruined, unable to face anyone, at how I must have looked in
public to hundreds of girls and women. I realized that Pa was
right.

When the girls finally got control, and I managed to get beyond
my mortification, I asked, not expecting any kind of answer,
"Why?  After weeks with you and the girls, Carol, why did I want
to fit in more in that way then and there?  Come to think of it,
why get a one-piece instead of a bikini?"  Why did I feel so
relieved, once I was wearing the girls swimsuit, about fitting in
with the girls?  Why did I feel that way, instead of utterly
mortified being out in that?

Carol answered, "That's not the right question to ask, Luke."

"Oh?"

"None of them are.  We were at Bikini Beach.  You were a girl."

"Oh.  Right."  My face burned.

"The minor question is why you as a girl bought the one-piece
swimsuit. The major question is why I remember you -- either
mostly not thinking about it, or as a boy.  I think Ruth also
remembers you as a boy there as well."

"Yeah," she said.

"What that also means is that did you as a girl really get a one-
piece swimsuit?  Or did something different get reality-shifted
into that?" Carol paused, then continued, "As Sherlock Holmes
says, it's a mistake to theorize or speculate before one has the
data."

"So how do we get the data?" asked Ruth.

"Heck if I know," said Carol.

"Dad's a lawyer.  He finds out lots of things.  He would know,"
said Daisy. "Hey, why don't you come over for dinner.  We could
ask him.  You all could stay the night, too!"

"I think only Ruth would be allowed to spend the night," I said.
I was quite nervous at the prospect of meeting Daisy's parents. 
I mean, what if I did something wrong? Something to offend them?

Carol looked unsure herself.  "Remember the catfight?"  Ugh, yes!
 "I should remind you that if we talk about Bikini Beach changing
boys into girls, reality-shifting, or anything like that, they'll
think us crazy. Unless they already know or at least suspect. 
But if we do, we should go for the real major question: what
world is hidden in the darkness of the prehistoric depths behind
the curtains of Ruth's eight-year membership and the lifetime
upgrade.  Sorry, guys, I recently read a novel..."  Carol drifted
off.

I couldn't help laughing, and Ruth and Daisy joined me, even as
Ruth said, "We do know a little bit, from Ma's cat-fight.  Bikini
Beach changed me from a seventeen-year-old boy, Peter."

"You seem surprisingly nonchalant about it," said Carol.  I
agreed, considering how I reacted to the very idea that I might
have been a girl -- and completely forgotten it.

"And I was apparently accused of raping and murdering Jill
Denison, your friend's cousin."

"Oh, my God.  You didn't!" said Carol.

"I hope I didn't!" answered Ruth.  "Mrs. Winstead said that I
kept denying it."

"I'm sure you didn't," I said.

"I'm now more than ever curious about what's locked behind Bikini
Beach's transformations," said Carol.  "I think we should take
Daisy's offer of dinner up."

Ruth and Daisy both jumped up.  "I'll ask Ma," said Ruth.  "I'll
call Mom," said Daisy, as they both dashed upstairs.

While they were gone, I said, "I am quite curious to know why
Daisy's parents are so dead set against Bikini Beach. 
Apparently, they've never told Daisy or Ruth."

"Asking them would be part of opening the door.  I assume they
know both you and Ruth have been going," said Carol.

"Yes."

Daisy and Ruth returned eventually.  "Ma said okay," said Ruth. 
Daisy said, "My parents want to meet you guys as well."

"Should we dress up for dinner?" I asked.

"No, all of you are perfectly fine.  Dad will change out of his
suit when he gets home, and probably into shorts."

Around five, we went upstairs.  Ma said, "Have a good time." 
Thinking of last night's confrontation, I was glad not to have to
eat dinner with Pa tonight.

Daisy lived a few houses down.  I was progressively more and more
nervous as we approached.  Carol took my hand, occasionally
squeezing it.  Daisy and Ruth also held hands, but they didn't
show any kind of nervousness.

Ruth paused a moment, and turned to us.  "Luke and Carol, remove
your shoes when we enter."  That didn't help my nervousness.  I
was now wondering what other kind of embarrassing mistakes I
could make because of different cultures.  There were, for
example, those families that said Grace before meals, and I
always feared getting tripped up there.

We went up to the front door, and Daisy opened it and we all
entered, Carol and I nervously.  We all took off our shoes.

"Mom, Dad!  We're home," called out Daisy, as the door closed
behind us. Mr. and Mrs. Matsumoto appeared -- oh, my heavens.  I
went bug- eyed, my jaw dropped, and most embarrassing, the front
of my shorts bulged. Mrs. Matsumoto was absolutely the hottest
girl or woman I'd ever seen -- even though she must have been in
her thirties.

Okay, pretty much every Asian girl I met was pretty, cute,
gorgeous, or hot -- admittedly, I had an Asian fetish.  Jen and
Becky were both hot in different ways -- and I only had to glance
at Carol, or feel her hand in mine, to set my heart aflutter. 
Young Daisy was very pretty, and I even imagined her as a
girlfriend.  Mrs. Matsumoto had them all beat.  I couldn't help
staring.

Daisy giggled, Ruth quietly snickered, and Carol yanked my hand
down hard. "Ow!"  At least it broke my stare.  Ruth and Daisy
both giggled some more. I glared at them, and they giggled more
and louder.

"Every man who ever meets Mom has that reaction, Luke," Daisy
said, when she finally got control of her giggling.  Ruth said
something in Daisy's ear.  "No-no-no, I meant the staring, the
open mouth, the -- not that ... I didn't mean that ...  down
there," Daisy stammered, pointing at my crotch.

Oh, God!  Please, strike me down.  That's Daisy's parents there.
Please, please, please!  Just a quick, simple death.  That's not
too much, is it, please?  I stood frozen red-faced, and my shorts
front settled down. Mr. Matsumoto was going to grab me by the
ears and toss me out any moment now.

Ruth whispered again in Daisy's ear.  "Oh, oh, oh I'm so sorry,
Luke! Please, I didn't mean it!"  Daisy said, grabbing my hands,
then quickly hugging me to further my embarrassment.  She turned
to her parents, speaking hyper-fast.  "Mom, Dad, this is Ruth's
big brother Luke -- the best big brother in the world."

"Daisy, this young man would *have* to be the best big brother in
the world -- and the best friend in the world to you -- for not
running a mile away after you thoroughly embarrassed him."  Daisy
looked down shame- faced, and Daisy's father turned to us.  "We
are pleased to meet you."  Carol and I both shook Mr. and Mrs.
Matsumoto's hands, me trying to push aside my embarrassment.  At
least he was nice about my unfortunate public display of arousal.

"I'm pleased to meet you, too," I managed to answer in only a
slightly wavering voice.

"This is Luke's friend Carol," said Daisy.

We sat in the living room and talked with Mr. Matsumoto, while
Mrs. Matsumoto readied dinner.  Mr. Matsumoto asked me about
school.

"I finished eighth grade, and I'm starting high school this fall.
 I'm going to take math and science classes definitely.  Also
band -- I play clarinet."

Carol said essentially the same thing, except that she played
violin and flute.  "Luke and I went to different middle schools,
but we'll be going to the same high school, Westside," she added.
 "Luke and I met at Bikini Beach and became instant friends."

A subtle, instantaneous grimace of Mr. Matsumoto's, that vanished
as soon as it appeared, didn't escape my notice.  It wasn't
surprising.  After all, they prohibited Daisy from going.

Carol added, "There are six of us who always get together there.
Ruth also comes to Bikini Beach, and has her own set of friends.
Daisy would surely be welcome among them.  But she tells us you
won't allow her to go."

I quickly said, "We understand, of course, that there are reasons
one would avoid Bikini Beach.  None of us have pressured Daisy to
go."

"I realize that, and you've been very good in that respect," said
Mr. Matsumoto.

"Dinner time!" called out Mrs. Matsumoto.

I was relieved, because I didn't know how to go about bringing in
Bikini Beach changes.

The food was wonderful.  Carol and I ate in silence, while Ruth
and Daisy chatted, and Mrs. Matsumoto kept making sure we had
enough on our plates. I was wondering how to bring up the
subject.

During a lull, I said, "A couple days ago, Daisy asked a question
that may have lurked in the back of my mind, but ...  well, I
hardly ever considered.  How could I have gone to Bikini Beach
practically every other day, when it's a girls-only water park?"

Mr. Matsumoto said, "One is allowed to make occasional exceptions
to standards it applies.  For example, an offer may be valid
until July 31. Nevertheless, the company may let a customer take
advantage after July 31 if it chooses."

Carol said, "But Bikini Beach bills itself as a girls-only water
park to allow its members to enjoy swimming and water park
activities without the discomfort of boys ogling them.  The
exceptions would seem to violate the Bikini Beach promise to
women and girls."

"That's true, and that does make a difference," replied Mr.
Matsumoto.

Carol continued, "I discovered quite fortuitously the resolution
to the conundrum a couple weeks ago, just before July 4th.  And
Luke discovered it quite unfortuitously on July 4th -- it hit him
in the gut."

"I freaked out," I said.  "The girls and I even talked about it,
to help me recover.  For some reason, it never occurred to me to
wonder why the `resolution' didn't apply to me.  Carol only
pointed out a couple days ago that it really did apply.  The
problem is that the resolution is so crazy, that mentioning it
could get one in the loony bin.

"Mrs. Winstead, a woman in Ma's Firmlove group, tried to talk to
Ma about it, and ...  well there's a story to tell.  The part I
overheard between Ma and Mrs. Winstead could almost be called a
catfight."

Mr Matsumoto smiled briefly at that.  "Reality is vastly more
complicated than we can hope to understand -- at least if we're
not high-energy physicists, particle physicists, fundamental
physics theorists, string-theorists, or cosmologists.  I'd like
to hear the story of Mrs. Winstead."

Together, Ruth and I first described Ma coming home in a rage
over Mrs. Winstead and what she said about Ruth.

"Mrs. Winstead asked if everything was all better with Ruth,
right?" asked Mr. Matsumoto.  "Sounds as if she got her answer."

"It gets better," I said.  "This week, the group met at our
house, and we listened in on them.  Ma tried to throw Mrs.
Winstead out of the group, for saying all the horrid things about
Ruth, and overall craziness.  That failed, but then Ma and Mrs.
Winstead had their catfight, their argument."

"Mrs. Winstead said flat-out that I was Peter," said Ruth.  "And
that my lifetime upgrade happened because they were giving up on
reforming Peter. Mrs. Winstead said they were removing my
memories of Peter, and removing everything I did based on Peter."

"Ma got Ruth an eight-year membership, while she only got single-
day guest passes for me.  I remember being jealous at time," I
said.  "Eight- years. It fits Ruth's age and Peter's original age
of seventeen."

Both Mr. and Mrs. Matsumoto listened in silence to what we said.
Surprisingly, they didn't seem surprised or dismissive of what we
said. "Presumably, Peter was your older brother," Mr. Matsumoto
finally said. "And Bikini Beach has changed Peter to Ruth, and
removed everyone's memories -- in effect, non-personing Peter."

"So Bikini Beach is affecting our minds even as we stay away,"
said Mrs. Matsumoto softly.

"We've known that all along," replied Mr. Matsumoto.

"So you know about Bikini Beach transformations?" I asked?

"Absolutely," he answered.

"I only found out by accident on July 4th, and I freaked out. 
That was the night before Ruth got her upgrade.  Carol tells me
that I had to have been a girl at Bikini Beach."  I winced at
saying that, and wished I could take it back.  I continued, "I
sort-of remember being a boy there."

"Sort-of remember?"

"Mostly, I never thought of it.  But yesterday, I remember
wanting to fit in more with my friends, who were all girls."

"Sort-of remembering," said Mr. Matsumoto.  "That's a sign of
your memory being tampered with.  They want you to remember being
a boy, but they don't want it complete -- otherwise, you would
very much defeat their alleged reason of existence -- providing a
haven for girls to swim and enjoy water-sports For some reason or
other, they don't want you to remember being there as a girl.  We
-- my wife and I -- have our own experience with Bikini Beach."

Mrs. Matsumoto said, "Glenn and I were best friends growing up. 
I was a guy then, my name was Ellen -- dammit, I still can't say
my male name, not even now!  In any case, we were roommates in
college.  Spring Break our senior year, I was persuaded to join a
few others in pulling a prank on Bikini Beach.  Glenn tried his
best to dissuade me.  It was a harmless prank, but we were caught
and changed to girls, ostensibly for thirty days. I changed into
this hot exotic babe, and the world changed around us so that as
far as it was concerned, we were always those girls.  Supposedly,
we would change back at the end of the thirty days."

Mr. Matsumoto said, "Here's my version of the story.  I never had
(or remembered) any best friend named Alan -- that was her male
name.  I did have a best friend up through high school, Stanley,
but we went to different colleges and grew apart.  We were both
loner nerds, and I was a loner nerd pretty much through college.
I managed to get a single room my junior and senior years.  Then,
after Spring Break my senior year, this lovely girl whom I
recognized from a distance, but had never talked with, suddenly
was coming onto me, trying to talk to me.  My first reaction was
shock that she was actually talking to me.  Then my second
reaction was shock when she burst into tears because I didn't
recognize her any more, and never remembered my best friend."

Mrs. Matsumoto continued, "I kept talking with him and wanting to
be with him.  No doubt my looks kept him with me, and we did
things together -- movies, walks through campus, walks in parks,
lunches, dinners, etc.  I kept counting the days until I would
change back.  The other girls did change back, but I didn't!

"I returned to Bikini Beach and humbled myself to see Grandmother
again. Glenn went with me.  It turns out I was pregnant -- with
Daisy."  She gave Daisy a loving look.  "Grandmother told me that
I was transformed for life because of this.  I couldn't change
back to my male self even after Daisy was born.  Grandmother gave
some kind of convoluted explanation of which I understood
literally zero.  At least she was kind enough to restore Glenn's
memories of me."

"My parents and other relatives, none of them remember Alan. 
They only think of Ellen as my wonderful wife -- which she is, of
course."  He smiled at her.  "But what concerns me is that, once
you have the possibility of mind control and memory manipulation,
you have no idea which is true and which is false.  Well, to a
certain degree, if you have sufficient analytic ability, you can
figure out what may be true or false -- if the mind control
allows it."

"Mr. and Mrs. Matsumoto," said Carol.  "I think you are right to
keep Daisy away from Bikini Beach.  She can resist Bikini Beach's
mind-control magic a little bit -- she has memories of some sort
of Peter.  They may detect that at Bikini Beach."

"Interesting," said Mr. Matsumoto.  "I will have to look into
that at some point."  He paused.  "Unfortunately, because of
their magic -- their mind-control magic in particular -- Bikini
Beach is beyond the reach of the law.  Most people in the law are
unaware of Bikini Beach's magic, and a lawsuit alleging magical
activities -- such as assault or battery or trespass in a
person's involuntary transformation and mind control would
probably be sanctioned as frivolous.  In any case, Bikini Beach
could make such a lawsuit vanish and make everyone forget about
it."

"I wish I had the strength to stay away from Bikini Beach," I
said, half to myself.  "There was a time when I would have been
outraged at the mind-control practiced.  But I think I'm
addicted.  I've been a loner nerd myself, but now I've made a
group of very close friends at Bikini Beach. All of them girls."

"Two of your friends are GIRLs -- that's Guys In Real Life,"
Carol said as explanation for Mr. and Mrs. Matsumoto's benefit. 
"Guys transformed by Bikini Beach into girls.  And memories
notwithstanding, you were a girl whenever we were at Bikini
Beach, and also during your two-week membership. So it was six of
us girls together, not five girls and a guy.  There of the girls
are genuine girls -- we assume -- and three are GIRLs.  Heck, for
all I know, I might be a GIRL, male before getting my summer
pass."

"You won't find out until the pass expires," said Mrs. Matsumoto.
 "Then it's quite possible you won't remember yourself as a girl.
 That's apparently what happens to Luke every time he goes to
Bikini Beach."

I wondered if I could ask or demand that this time, Bikini Beach
not change my memories, or that Bikini Beach let me remember what
really happened the next time I visited.

The dinner eventually ended.  Ruth stayed with Daisy, while I
returned home with Carol.  We had a nice but short evening
together, but then Carol had to go home. 

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