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    A Bikini Beach Summer
    by Daphne Xu

    Part 16

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 20th

Peter and I were having a nice, friendly Taekwondo sparring
practice. Suddenly his face turned monstrous, and he launched his
hardest, fastest jumping sidekick at my face--

--and I woke up.  I cried at the memory; he'd returned from jail
so   different.  He always tried his best not to take things out
on me.  He'd   start, then freeze.  After probably counting to
twenty or fifty, he   apologized.  Now he no longer existed as
Peter; he was Ruth, my   nine-year-old sister.

I finally noticed that I was back to normal, as Luke.  My bedroom
was also back to normal.

Lucy's body as I remembered now, felt incredibly strange.  Not
only that, I was really embarrassed at being seen by Ma and Pa as
a girl.  Utterly mortified.

I remembered Peter, returning home after being gone four or five
days.  His face was all changed -- looked older, meaner,
disfigured, angry.  He was quick to anger, but also very quick to
apologize to me.  He clearly was trying his best to avoid getting
angry at me.  He was stuck at home practically all the time; his
attorney came to visit a couple times, and sometimes took him out
-- apparently to the court.

I remember once, he came back from a court session and happily
told me that he was free to do as he wanted -- the murder case
against him was dismissed.  DNA testing, he'd said.  The
murderer's DNA didn't match his own.

I remember being shocked that Ma was furious and upset at this
outcome. "Think of the girl he raped and murdered!" I overheard,
followed by Peter's angry bellow, "I did no such thing!"

Saturday, Ma inexplicably (at the time -- I understood now) took
us to Bikini Beach.

And Peter became Ruth.

I was uncontrollably furious, now.  I punched my bed, punched my
pillow, and was bouncing around my bed.  I thought of getting up
right then and there, to go punch Ma out, almost forgetting that
Ma had completely forgotten.  Ruth knocked at the door, and I
froze, embarrassed at being caught or overheard.  "Come in,
Ruth!" I called.

"Luke, you scare me!"  She approached gingerly.  "What makes you
so angry?"

I reached out and took her up in a hard hug.  "It's what they did
to you, Peter.  It seemed like Ma even wanted you convicted and
severely punished for Jill's murder.  I guess I didn't tell you
-- I remember everything now, I think."

Ruth sat on my lap and leaned against me, and I kept my arms
around her.  I don't know how long we sat like that.  I think
both of us dozed off.  At one point I realized that I really had
to go to the bathroom.

Both of us took care of that particular issue, and then we got in
our bathrobes, preparing to go down for breakfast.

I noticed that that dress I wore had reverted to jeans and tee-
shirt.  I checked my closet, and yes, it had reverted too.  The
girl's July- 4th swimsuit was still there, while the other
swimsuits were now my knee-length swimming trunks.

The adult-like dress had changed to the well-fitting suit of
Wednesday night.  Of course, I was going to wear this again
rather than that old ill-fitting suit.

Downstairs, Ma had just finished cooking breakfast, and we began
eating in silence.

After a little bit, Pa finally spoke out.  "What happened last
night?  Did I have a really bizarre dream, or did a very pretty
young teenage girl actually appear, claiming to be Luke?"

I couldn't see my face, but I could feel it about to catch fire.
I pushed through my embarrassment to go on.  "Yes, Pa, I really
was that `very pretty young teenage girl.'"  I actually managed
to admit that to Pa!  It helped my embarrassment to say that in a
sarcastic tone.  "Bikini Beach changed me."

"Okay, okay, I'll accept that," said Pa.  "Especially as she
resembled an older Ruth, about your age.  Your bedroom somehow
changed to a girl's bedroom, too.  At some point, though, I would
like an explanation.  One that makes sense, that is."

"I don't think I can give any kind of explanation that makes
sense," I said.  "Bikini Beach transformations aren't meant to be
understood by mere mortals."  I was quoting Carol, who'd said
that earlier.  I turned to Ma. "Your dispute with Mrs. Winstead?
I hope you realize that she was totally right.  She wasn't
insane; you'd forgotten instead."

Ma looked perplexed.  "She said that I'd forgotten, but how could
I have forgotten such a major thing?  The whole thing was crazy."

"As crazy as me coming home last night as a very pretty young
teenage girl, Ma.  Bikini Beach made us forget all about Ruth,
when you got her that upgrade the day after July 4th.  You
forgot.  But Mrs. Winstead remembered.

"But Pa."  I turned to him.  "Bikini Beach Transformations --
every boy or man who goes to Bikini Beach changes to a girl."

"Ohhhh-kaaaaaay?" said Pa, drawing it out.  "So you were a girl
yesterday. What about Thursday?  Tuesday?  Every time you went to
Bikini Beach beforehand?"

"Reality-shifts, memory changes, who knows what, occur.  I don't
understand it.  But until yesterday, whenever I was Lucy, we all
thought I was always Lucy.  And whenever I was Luke, we all
thought I was always Luke."  I decided to leave it at that.  I
didn't want to confuse things any further, suggesting that Ma and
Ruth may have known otherwise before July 4th, or telling that I
was Lucy for two whole weeks.

"So what happened yesterday?  Something must have happened
differently," Pa said.

"Yesterday, I was on the verge of freaking out about the mental
malpractice, and demanded no reality shift, and also to remember
what I'd been really."

Ma said, "Now everyone, we must keep our focus on the Truth in
Christian Science: there is one Mind, and disagreements,
confusion, misunderstanding, mental malpractice, panic, `freaking
out' are impossible in Science."

Sigh.  I should have known Ma would say something like that.  At
least I didn't have to try to explain further, as Ma turned on
the tape player for the Mental Work.

During the section on mental malpractice and mental
malpractitioners, I thought I of what I could have said in
response: "There is one Mind, and mental malpractice is
impossible in Science."  Then I remembered that Ma had said that
herself.

Then we got ready for Sunday School and Church.  Now that I
remembered, this was one case where it was better being Lucy.  A
nicely fitting, comfortable dress was better than that old suit I
wore.  Fortunately, I now got to wear the new suit that fit me
properly.

As soon as Sunday School ended, Ruth and I accosted each other. 
"Let's go outside and talk," I said.

As we went out, Ruth commented, "Beth looks a bit sick now."

"The girl in your class visiting for the summer?" I asked.

"Yeah, her."

We said nothing more about it, as we found the rock.  I was leery
of wrecking this new suit I was wearing, so I didn't sit on that
rock. Instead, I leaned against the wall of the church.

"I'm concerned about dinner," I said.  "Mrs. Winstead and Daisy
and her parents are going to join us.  How am I going to bring up
Bikini Beach and everything?"

"Well, just do it," said Ruth.  Ruth was sounding a little like
before, when she had a certain maturity and adultness that I now
realized were Peter in her.  "That's what Grandfather told Hallie
in `The Parent Trap.'"

I didn't get to see that movie; Pa checked it out, and declared
that eleven-year-old girls acting sassy, naughty, and
overly-modern were immoral.  Apparently, they even showed one of
the girls naked!  "I take it you saw it at a friend's house?"

"Yeah.  last spring.  Julie invited us to a sleepover, and we
watched the movie."

For a moment, I forgot that that never happened, because Ruth was
Peter then, still in high school.

"Ruth, I remember you as Peter before visiting Bikini Beach, and
that Bikini Beach changed you to Ruth.  You don't remember
anything about it, right?"

"No, I don't remember," she answered.  "But I realize it
happened.  You remember.  Daisy remembers.  Mrs. Winstead told
Ma.  And I have an eight-year membership upgraded to a lifetime
membership.  And of course, you came home last night as Lucy."

I blushed, and laughed a little.  "Pa called me a `very pretty
young teenage girl.'"

"I agree," said Ruth.  "Daisy agrees as well.  You were very
pretty."  Ruth paused, and then said, "If you can't bring up
Peter, I'll do it."

During church, I was worrying about Sunday Dinner with the
Matsumotos and Mrs. Winstead.  Would I have the courage to bring
up Bikini Beach?  Would Ma allow it?  What would Mr. Matsumoto
say?  It was scary.

I tried to plan out what I would say, or how I would raise the
issue.  My mind kept going around in circles, forgetting what it
thought just before. I decided Ruth was right: just do it.

Usually Ma socialized considerably after church, but this time Ma
decided we had to get home to get Sunday Dinner ready.  Chicken,
she said, was already in the oven, but there was still plenty
more to do.

When we got home, Ma had us all get out of our Sunday clothes,
and then help prepare the dinner.  Apparently, this was to be
even bigger event than Sunday Dinners usually were, because we
had guests coming.

We had everything set up just in time to hear the doorbell ring.
I went to answer it.  "Hello, Mrs. Winstead.  Please come in." 
She wore a long red dress, and had her hair tied up into a bun.

"Hello, Luke.  I'm very happy to meet you."

In the living room I called out, "Ma, Mrs. Winstead's here!"

Ma promptly came and said, "Hello Deborah.  I'm very glad you
could come."

I decided it would be a very good idea to get back into that
suit.  I wondered if I should eat in the older, uncomfortable
suit, but decided I didn't care to feel that uncomfortable.  I
would be uncomfortable as it is, talking about Bikini Beach
changing people and making us forget.

The doorbell rang again just as I was heading back downstairs. 
Pa answered the door this time, staring briefly at Mrs. Matsumoto
to the accompaniment of Daisy's suppressed giggles.  Pa shook
himself visibly, and said, "Glenn, Ellen, Daisy.  Welcome to our
humble abode."

Mr. Matsumoto chuckled.  "Dan, still the joker."

We sat down at the feast Ma cooked up.  Daisy and Ruth chatted,
and the adults chatted.  I kept silent for the most part, paying
little attention to the chatting, wondering when and how to bring
up Peter or Bikini Beach.

At one point, Mr. Matsumoto said, "Luke, I notice you've remained
mostly silent.  I sense that something's on your mind."

Okay, here goes.  "Yeah.  I had a very interesting, yet very
strange experience at Bikini Beach yesterday.  And going home, I
was concerned that my family wouldn't recognize me, because I
wasn't my usual self."

That led to loud laughter from Daisy and Ruth, and chuckles from
Mr. and Mrs. Matsumoto and Ma.  Pa let out a guffaw.

"In fact," I continued, "I was as Pa put it, a `very pretty young
teenage girl.'"

"Luke, why are you telling us this?" asked Mrs. Winstead.

"Well, for one thing, Ma hasn't fully admitted that you were
right and she was wrong in your dispute."

"Young man, that was adult discussion, and is not your concern,"
said Ma.

"On the contrary, it very much concerns me -- and not only
because Bikini Beach turned me into that `very pretty young
teenage girl.'  Ma, you forgot everything when you had Mrs.
Winstead upgrade Ruth's Bikini Beach membership to lifetime. 
It's -- what's the phrase?  Oh, yes, poetic justice, that you
made yourself forget when you made the rest of us forget Ruth's
prior life."

Ma hesitated, and then said in slighly shaky tone, "I don't know
what you're talking about."

"No, but Mrs. Winstead knows.  And I can see you remember what
she told you.  I only wish we could make you remember everything.
 A truly insidious part was that you had Bikini Beach
reality-shift everything away just the day after July 4th -- when
I first learned about Bikini Beach transformations and
reality-shifts.  That was also when I learned -- Vanessa figured
out -- what Ruth couldn't tell us herself, that she had been
changed from my big brother, Peter.

"That lifetime upgrade made us forget all this about Ruth."

"Young man," said Ma sternly.  "I have just about had enough of
this nonsense."

"On the other hand," said Pa, "I am quite interested in knowing
more about this.  If Luke hadn't come home as a girl yesterday, I
would have wondered if he weren't on drugs.  I also remember a
couple weeks ago, you, Erin, arriving home in a rage over Mrs.
Winstead and what she told her -- and it appears to be as Luke
said."

Mrs. Winstead said, "Okay, it appears that I have to tell you
what happened.  As Luke points out, I'm the only one who
remembers now."  I didn't bother to interrupt and correct her. 
"Peter was arrested for the rape and murder of Jill Denison, and
eventually confessed."  I couldn't help shifting and growling
softly in anger, but I held my peace.

Mrs. Winstead continued, "Despite the repeated requests not to,
Mr. Cuttington refused to listen to reason, and insisted on
hiring a lawyer for Peter."

Ma then said, "It's a major, serious issue to be arrested or get
in trouble with the law.  Love must be tough and firm.  Firmlove
has shown what a serious mistake it is to enable misconduct by
hiring a lawyer to get a person off when he is in trouble with
the law.  Children and young adults must understand that acts
have consequences."

Pa broke in.  "Erin, Mrs. Winstead, no child of mine is going to
be prosecuted for a crime involving potential execution or long
imprisonment without the best defense money can buy.  Not even if
I know he's guilty."

"Mr. Cuttington, we saw the consequences of your hiring the
lawyer.  He got off scott-free."

"Hey!"  I couldn't let that go by.  "My brother was falsely
accused of the rape and murder of Jill, terrorized into falsely
confessing, and finally cleared through DNA testing.  The police
probably put him through the same kind of Hell--"

"Luke!" exclaimed Ma.

I glared at Ma.  "Like I said, HELL, that the New York police put
several black boys through," I gradually stood up as I continued
to glare without a blink at Ma, "in the Central Park rape case,
to make them falsely confess. Peter had disappeared -- was
arrested several days before anyone told us. My God, I can't
imagine he horror it must have been."  I was getting more and
more angry.  "He had changed due to the police -- easily provoked
to rage."  I sat down again.

"Then, when Peter was cleared, Ma and her Firmlove gang--"

"Luke," interrupted Ma.  "It's most offensive to call Firmlove a
gang."

"Whatever," I snapped, annoyed at the interruption.  "They
decided that Peter should be punished and reformed by changing
into nine-year- old Ruth. Bikini Beach changed the world, and
changed our memories to remember only Ruth -- their reality
shift.  Ma and Ruth still remembered, but Ruth was unable to say
anything about her past as Peter, and was driven crazy trying. 
It usually came out as gibberish, but sometimes I was able to
figure out what she meant.  After the first week or so, she
started leaving -- as Mrs. Winstead called it -- clues about her
change.  In any case, Peter's life was utterly ruined."

"Bikini Beach's reality shifts," said Mr. Matsumoto, "Of course,
I don't remember anything about Peter--"

"I do!" interrupted Daisy.  "I just remembered when Lucy came
home last night!"

"Daisy," said TMr. Matsumoto, "I would like to discuss this at
some point. But anyway, the suspect who has been in custody
almost since the Denison murder is a young black male.  I haven't
been seriously following the case, but he appears to have
confessed as well."

"Mr. Matsumoto, that reminds me.  Some time back, before the
upgrade of Ruth's membership, Ruth told me that she tried to
persuade you to get DNA testing for the suspect.  I know I forgot
about it after the upgrade, until yesterday -- by the way, Mrs.
Winstead, I remember the full past now as well.

"But I'm really concerned that whatever you did was wiped out
with the upgrade's reality shift.  I'm also concerned that they
coerced the confession from that suspect the same way they did
with Peter.  Also, Mrs. Winstead, it should have occurred to you
and Ma that with another suspect taking Peter's place, Peter was
innocent from the start."

"Come on, Luke.  Innocence talk is merely pretext to get a
criminal off."

"Luke," said Mr. Matsumoto.  "Oh so often, when you say
something, what's heard is blah-blah-blah-blabitty blah. 
Sometimes when you say something such as, `The car left skidmarks
on the road,' what they might hear is 'Blah car blah skidmarks
blah blah blah.'  One might think that even that would suffice to
get the meaning across, but no.  If they extract any meaning from
it, it leads to howlers like, `Jeff said that John drove the
skidmarks home.'"

"Sir," huffed Mrs. Winstead.  "I don't know who you are or what
you think you are, but you'd better not be insinuating anything
about my comprehension."

"Mrs. Winstead, it's quite possible that you don't know about DNA
testing. However, only a mindless incompetent wouldn't figure out
that when police arrest two different suspects for a crime
committed by a single criminal, one is guaranteed to be innocent
-- oh, dash it all.  I can see you've already fogged out, Mrs.
Winstead."  Indeed, it certainly looked like it. "Mindless
incompetent looks almost literal on you now, Mrs. Winstead."

Mr. Matsumoto continued, "As for DNA testing, I'll contact both
the defense attorney and the prosecutor tomorrow first thing." 
He took out a small pad and a pen, and jotted something down. 
"It does seem as if Bikini Beach wiped out an attempt to get
evidence for the defense.  Ellen and I have our own experience
with Bikini Beach and its transformations and its reality
shifts."

"It's mental malpractice," said Ruth.

"That's a good term for it," said Mr. Matsumoto.  "Making one
forget critical information, changing a family member and
rewriting everyone's memory of him.  It's Orwell taken to a
literal extreme."

"This is all gross exaggeration," said Mrs. Winstead a little
breathlessly. "It's just a simple reality shift.  Bikini Beach
changed the past so that Peter never existed, and your family had
Ruth all along."

I was confused for a moment, but then managed to think of a
rejoinder.  "So Ruth always existed, and Peter never existed?"

"Right," answered Mrs. Winstead.

"And I suppose that Ruth never kept proclaiming his innocence,
never left clues as you call it, never pestered Mr. Matsumoto
about DNA testing, never read Astronomy Magazine?  Bikini Beach
yesterday conveniently gave me false memories of Ruth doing all
those things, and false memories of Peter?  The same false
memories you had all along.

"Oh, come on, Luke!" said Mrs. Winstead.

"Everything you said about Peter was totally false?  There was no
Peter to be accused of the murder?  And you got false memories of
taking Ruth to Bikini Beach for her pass upgrade and the
reality-shift?  None of them actually occurred?

"You and I both have phony memories of a reality-shift that never
occurred? It's all mental malpractice."  I decided to end on that
high note.

"I'm beginning to think that Mrs. P-- was right," said Ma. 
"Maybe I should never have brought you up listening to the Mental
Work."

"The Mental Work tells about the problem of mental malpractice,
but doesn't tell how to fight it," I said.  "Ma, you never
learned to fight mental malpractice from the Mental Work.  You
never managed to prevent your own mind from being wiped along
with everyone else's.

"It was mental malpractice of the highest degree when my own
memories were wiped of my big brother Peter, and when Pa's
memories were wiped of his first-born son."

"Glenn Matsumoto, Esquire," Pa said.  "If you agree, you have a
new client. I wish to retain you for possible legal action
against Bikini Beach.  And everyone, I'm putting my foot down. 
No more Bikini Beach for any of us. We can't tell what it does
with our minds."

"Very well," answered Mr. Matsumoto.  "My billing rate is $250
per hour of work.  I won't start the clock until I begin work
after finishing this lovely meal.  I will discuss preliminary
caveats and issues.  The first is this: when Bikini Beach is
involved, there's no telling what really happened.  They probably
could make any legal action and all memories thereof vanish in a
puff of smoke."

"Their reality-shifts," added Mrs. Matsumoto.

"Put aside that procedural issue for the moment, to consider
possible substantive claims.  I believe that a case could be made
against Bikini Beach for vigilante justice.  However, vigilante
justice isn't a crime or a tort per se.  It's the acts involved
that are crimes or torts -- assault, battery, trespass, murder. 
Ruth might have a case against Bikini Beach, battery for the
unwanted transformation, trespass and battery for the memory wipe
later.  The transformation leaving her unable to articulate her
story -- that might be criminal obstruction of justice; there
might be a similar civil claim as well as intentional infliction
of emotional distress.

"All of us, the entire world even, might have a class action for
trespass and battery of the collective memory wipe and reality
shift.

"If Ruth ever remembers her experience with the police, we might
be able to sue them for their conduct with Peter, although at
present, they have literally no memory of that.  It occurs to me
that, if DNA testing goes through, and the current suspect is
exonerated and commences legal action against the police, the
police could use as defense that they never did it to him, that
Bikini Beach's reality shift created phony memories, phony
evidence, and phony arrest and interrogation.  But that's not our
issue for now.

"But back to the procedural issues -- I'm using that phrase as a
euphemism for pretty much anything that would sabotage the case,
apart from the merits.  As I mentioned earlier, with their
mind-control and reality-shifting talents, they can wipe any
attempted lawsuit out of existence.  The second practical issue
is that judges are natural skeptics, and may simply throw out
with sanctions a case alleging mind control and reality-shifting,
before getting to the hard evidence.

"Unfortunately, the case would also be against you, Mrs.
Cuttington, and you Mrs. Winstead, for vicarious liability in
inducing Bikini Beach to change Peter into Ruth.  I wouldn't, of
course, until you got your memory restored."

"Why don't we simply discuss it with the people at Bikini Beach?"
asked Ma. "I'm sure they're reasonable people, and they may be
able to fix things up."

"That's so crazy, it just might work," said Mr. Matsumoto. 
"You're right, they appear to be reasonable people.  At least
Grandmother was nice enough to restore my memories in my wife's
encounter a decade ago -- I think. When Bikini Beach is involved,
though, you never really know what happened. In any case, that
may be the only thing we can do.  I'm willing to try it."

"Shall we go?" I asked.

"Now's as good as any time," answered Mr. Matsumoto.

"Daisy?  Ruth?" Pa called out.  "We have to go somewhere."

I noticed that they had left the table some time back.  They were
probably tired of the adult conversation.

"One thing, Mr. Matsumoto," I said, as Ruth and Daisy reentered
the dining room.  "Daisy remembered Peter, and me in my Lucy form
as Luke, when nobody else did yesterday.  Not only that, she
appeared to have at least faint echoes of memories of Peter
considerably earlier.  This indicates resistance to Bikini
Beach's mind control or reality shifts.  I don't think she should
come with us to Bikini Beach, as she might attract their
attention."

"I agree."  Mrs. Matsumoto visibly shuddered.  "I'll stay with
Daisy and Ruth."

"Ruth comes with us," said Mr. Matsumoto.  "She's the center of
the issue, and I think they need to see who they changed."

We were already dressed from Sunday dinner, so thank goodness, we
didn't have to dress up again.  We got into our car, and Ma drove
us to Bikini Beach.  Since we weren't going to buy tickets, we
bypassed the lines to go straight to the ticket booth, where the
offices were also located.

We reached the window at the edge of the building, and the
saleslady said, "Sorry, we cannot serve you, when you skip the
lines like that."

Mr. Matsumoto said, "We aren't interested in admission.  We wish
to discuss with management certain issues that would normally be
the subject of litigation."

The saleslady went white.  I felt sorry and embarrassed for her,
clearly fearing that they could be in real trouble.  She turned
and called, "Anya, we have a complaint!"

Anya was one of the salesladies, and took a moment to get a
replacement before she came over.  She immediately opened a door
off to the side. "Please come in."

As we entered, she called out, "Grandmother, we may have a
serious case here."  Was she reading our minds or what?  Turning
back to us, she said, "Let's go to a conference room."

I was scared.  I'd never met Grandmother, but I'd heard she was a
stern and powerful old lady, responsible for the magic behind
Bikini Beach.  Becky had met her once, and for her, once was
enough.  I glanced down at Ruth; she seemed nervous as well.

A side door opened, and Grandmother emerged.

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