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Bikini Beach: Understanding A Girlfriend ********************************************** ElrodW Taking the steps two at a time, Don smiled as he anticipated a hug, and maybe some cuddling, from his roommate and girlfriend. He hated these business trips, but that was life in the consulting business. Once in a while, like now, the job finished early. Don hadn't even had time to call Leslie. This was going to be a very big surprise. As he reached the top of the stairs, his hand slid into his trousers and retrieved his keys, while his grin broadened. The deadbolt clicked open and Don thrust open the door, already tossing his jacket on a chair back. "I'm home early," he practically sang, eager to see his lovely Leslie. Don didn't hear her, so he glanced around. She must be home, he thought. Her purse is on the counter. And - wine? At this time of day? A half-empty bottle of Chardonnay sat uncorked on the table. Don's curiosity rose. That wasn't like Leslie. He glanced back into the living area. A wine glass, nearly empty, sat on the coffee table. Then Don's heart leaped into his throat. Another wine glass sat empty on the end table. Don's mind raced. Leslie was here, since her purse was here. Unless she'd had to leave in a hurry. So she'd had a friend over, and some kind of emergency had come up. His mind grasped at straws, latching onto any feeble excuse to avoid the one possibility he really didn't want to consider. But it was still there, nagging at the back of his mind - Leslie was having an affair. He heard a gasp behind him, a soft, feminine sound. Like Leslie. He spun, and as soon as he saw her, his heart sank. Leslie stood in the door to their bedroom, her face a mask of guilt and surprise, holding a robe in front of herself to cover her obvious nudity. Her expression was clearly one of somebody who'd been caught. "Um, you're home early," she finally stammered, trying to break the awkward silence. Don paled. He closed his eyes as if to shut out the painful spectacle. But he couldn't deny what he'd seen. His eyes opened slowly. His face could have been carved from stone, so devoid of emotion was it, but his eyes reflected all the conflicting feeling he had - anger at her betrayal, confusion, pain, humiliation. Especially pain. He closed his eyes again, and took a deep breath, then set his jaw. Don marched to Leslie, and started to push around her. Leslie's eyes were even more panicked than before. "Don, please! No!" Don was not to be deterred by her pleading. She was having an affair. He'd caught her red-handed. And now, she had the temerity to ask him not to see who it was. His mind began to race, considering the suspects. Joey, the college kid she was always flirting with? Ronnie, his drinking buddie who had admitted being attracted to her? Or was it someone he didn't know? Don pushed past Leslie, ignoring her as she clutched at his arm to stop him. The bed - their bed - was disturbed, the covers and linens ruffled with their recent use. But it was empty. Don glanced at Leslie, and her eyes gave away the secret she wanted desperately to keep. He followed her gaze to the bathroom. Of course. The bathroom. He slammed open the door, and was disappointed when it was empty. Don started to turn, then he spun back. Something wasn't quite right. The shower curtain should be open. He sneered over his shoulder at Leslie, and she shrank from the terrible expression etched on his face. With a flourish, he snatched the curtain open, knowing that he'd found the culprit. Don's mouth dropped in surprise and shock, his eyes widening in wonder. He glanced at Leslie, and saw her slump onto the bed, already convulsing with sobs, then he looked back at the shower. At the medium-height, lithe brunette girl trying to hide. The naked, sexy girl who was his girlfriend's lover. Don felt himself sag back against the sink, uncomprehending. An affair? That was bad enough. But with a girl? He'd had no idea; Leslie had never told him anything, and seemed to be so satisfied. He glanced back at the girl, who was trying to cover her naked body with the shower curtain, watching Don with fear etched on her face. He glanced out at Leslie, who was sitting mostly naked, staring down, crying, one hand held before her face as if to stop the sobbing sounds from escaping her lips. Don spun abruptly, and stormed out of the bedroom, not caring if Leslie was following him. The door slammed loudly shut behind him, punctuating the silence in the apartment. ********** Don's elbows rested on the table, with his interlocked fingers forming a crude prop for his forehead. His eyes were shut, and his lips were pursed together, grim and silent. "Don, please," Leslie begged again, "please say something." Her eyes were puffy and red from crying all afternoon. Don shook his head weakly, never raising it from its resting place. "What is there to say?" His voice was flat and lifeless. Leslie looked down. "I'm sorry," she said for perhaps the hundredth time. "I didn't think you'd be home." Don looked up and slowly opened his eyes. "As if that excuses anything." He took a deep breath. "I'll pack my stuff in the morning." Leslie started crying again. "Please, Don! You don't understand!" Don's mask broke, revealing a seething anger. "I don't understand what? That my girlfriend is a lesbian? That you've been making a fool of me?" His expression set in a cruel sneer. "Did you and your girlfriend enjoy making me look stupid?" Leslie sobbed. "No, it's not like that," she protested. "I'm not a lesbian." Don laughed bitterly. "And what was that? Tiddlywinks? How long have you been fooling around? Every time I went on a trip? Since we met? Do you and your girlfriend laugh at how you've lied to me, how you've tricked me? Or is it plural - girlfriends?" Leslie shook her head. "Don, please! I love you! I really do!" Her tears were really flowing. Don stood and snorted. "Yeah, right!" He turned abruptly and stormed to the door. "Don't wait up for me. If I get home, I'll sleep on the couch." He slammed the door shut behind himself, leaving Leslie crying. ********** Don contemplated his options. He was going to pay Leslie back, that was for sure. By having a cheap, tawdry, steamy affair. One that Leslie couldn't help but find out about. But where? Mike's Bar was out - he was a regular, and he couldn't bring himself to cheat on Leslie in front of Mike. He wanted Leslie to know, but not the whole neighborhood. He bit his lip. Where to go to pick up girls? He sat back, watching the street and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Damn, but it was warm today. As Don thought, a couple of neighborhood girls rollerbladed by, clad only in their blades and swim suits. And suddenly, it came to him. Where could he find lots of young sexy girls? At the beach, of course. Don smiled to himself. Or the closest equivalent. He thought for a second - what was that commercial he'd just seen? Some new water park - Bikini Beach? Yeah, that was it. And the ads showed lots of young bathing beauties. As he pulled into the parking lot, Don started to lose his nerve. This wasn't right - cheating on Leslie. But then he remembered his humiliation, and he steeled himself. With a determined slam, he closed the car door and marched across the sea of hot asphalt, until he came to the entrace. He felt his pulse quicken when he realized that there were only young ladies entering the park. This should be easy, he thought. "May I help you?" Don was startled by the stern voice, and he spun, startled that he was at the front of the line. Actually, it wasn't much of a line - most of the girls were using some type of electronic card to go in; only a few people were purchasing tickets. "Um, yeah," he said, feeling his determination wavering. The rather stout matronly- looking woman stared at him, and Don felt a rush of discomfort. "I'd like a pass." "This is a private park," she announced, "but we do have a variety of guest passes." The woman stared at him, and Don gulped. It seemed as if she were staring into his very soul, and that made him very nervous. Finally, she pulled out a pass. "This should be exactly what you need. I believe a 3-day pass is probably appropriate." Don felt a shiver run down his spine. This was almost creepy. Then he remembered the girl in the shower. He clenched his jaw and fished out his wallet, paying the woman. He felt a surge of triumph as he took the pass. "Remember to use the shower before you enter the park," the woman ordered. ********** Don pulled on his trunks and shut the locker, pocketing the key. He stepped quickly to the shower, and pulled the handle, turning on a spray of warm water. Don flinched when the water hit him - it almost tingled. He stepped fully into the spray, letting the tingling feelings wash over his body, oblivious to the faint pink mist rising around him. He stepped out of the shower and turned toward the locker room exit. On the first step, he felt something funny on his chest. On the second step, he thought he felt wet hair brushing against his back. By the third step, he realized that his balance was off. By the fourth step, at the door, his brow furrowed as he realized that things seemed a little larger than they had. He pulled the door open, and as he did so, he felt something swaying and tugging on his chest. Even as he stepped out of the locker room, he glanced down, curious as to why things seemed so odd. Don heard a soft muffled gasp as he stared down at the breasts on his chest. Bare, round, firm, capped by round dark nipples. Boobs. Not huge, but definitely female boobs. On his body! "Young lady, there is no topless sunbathing in my park." Don's head snapped up, and he found himself staring at the woman from the ticket booth. "But..." The woman stared sternly at him. "There is no topless sunbathing in my park," she repeated. Don looked down, at his boobs, at the flatness in his woman's bikini bottom, at his slender waist. Open mouthed, nearly in shock, he finally looked back up at the woman, who by now had crossed her arms and was frowning. "But I'm not a girl." The woman had a knowing gleam in her eye. "Come with me." Not knowing what else to do, Don followed obediently. Their destination was a low building - the park offices, Don guessed correctly. Once inside, the woman slid easily into a chair. Don followed suit, albeit on the other side of the desk. Don glance down, as if to confirm that he was still, impossibly, somehow a girl. He was. "I'm not a girl," he protested again. "Something changed me. When I came in, I was a guy." The woman nodded almost imperceptibly. "This facility is for girls. You elected to use it, so you are a girl." Don frowned. "Okay, so I'll just leave and get things back to normal," he said defiantly. The woman smiled knowingly. "That's not how it works. When you changed, you changed for the duration of your stay. Plus about twelve hours." Don's jaw dropped momentarily. "Okay, so I leave, and then in about twelve hours, I'll be back to normal, right?" The woman shook her head. "You purchased a 3-day pass." "Three ... days?" Don sputtered. "I've got to be like this for 3 days?" "It was clearly listed in the terms and conditions when you purchased the pass. 3 days - plus about 12 hours." She leaned forward. "You purchased a pass to try to pick up girl, in revenge for your girlfriend's cheating." Don's jaw flopped open again. "Petty motive, you know. I've seen it all before." She swallowed, and looked thoughtful. "Oh, yes. Your girlfriend was having a lesbian affair. That's what really got you - thinking that you might be dumped for another girl." She deliberately steepled her fingers, her elbows resting on the desk. "I really disapprove of such conduct. And so, you got a special pass." Don's confusion gave way to a flash of anger. "You did this to me deliberately? Just because I was angry at." The woman dropped her hands, a look of impatience flickering on her features. "Consider yourself lucky. I could have made it much worse. As it is, history is not changed. You, and Leslie, will remember everything about Don. By the way, Leslie will recognize you as changed from Don, so don't try to fool her. And you will have your normal libido - I could have enhanced if I'd wanted." Don's eyes widened as he slowly became aware of just how powerful this woman was, and what she could have done to him. "Yes, if I'd wanted to, I could have made you a sex-crazed bimbo. Might have served you right." She dropped her gaze for a second. "Where was I? Oh yes." She stared hard into Don's eyes. "Put on this bikini top." She pulled a bikini from seemingly nowhere; given what had happened so far, that little parlor trick didn't surprise Don in the least. She continued. "You'll live as a woman for the next three days. Everyone, except Leslie, will think you're Deanna, Don's cousin, visiting for a few days. Your problem is that you don't understand Leslie. Spending a little girl- time with her might give you a better appreciation of her." She glanced at the pile of paperwork on her desk. "Now get dressed and get out of here. I've got a ton of work to do." ********** Try as she might, Don - Deanna - found herself having fun. It was a fabulous water park, and she found the other girls easy to talk to and relatively friendly. Deanna wondered if the girls would be like this if there were guys around, and they were trying to get the guys' attention. Probably not, she figured. They'd probably be a little more catty, and show-off acting. Deanna was surprised when she found Don's clothes had changed into a pair of sexy short shorts, a low-cut blouse, and a pair of low heels. In near shock, she changed from her bikini into the clothes, confronted rather brutally with the changes. And midway through her change, as she stood naked, another girl slid sheepishly into the locker room. She glanced at Deanna, reddening and afraid that Deanna knew her secret. Which Deanna did, since Deanna had the same secret. Deanna felt her own cheeks redden in shame, knowing that she, too, had until recently been a guy. Don's car was unchanged, and Deanna slid easily into the driver's seat, then scowled as she adjusted the seat and mirrors. She left the parking lot with a squeal of tires on the pavement to show her disgust for the day's events. As she pulled up to the main highway, she paused. What was she going to do now? Deanna didn't know. The old woman had said that Leslie would recognize her - but was Deanna ready for that experience? After all, what would Leslie say? As Deanna drove closer and closer, thoughts of what Leslie might say came fast and furious. `Serves you right.' `You're cute - want to come to bed?' `You need to try the whole experience - including men.' The last possibility, of all, worried Deanna. In fact, it terrified her. Deanna parked the car and shut it off. She sat for several long moments, trying to get over her fear of confronting Leslie, trying to work up the courage to go in the apartment. Finally, she opened the car door and stepped out. She counted her blessings that the complex had a parking garage - heaven knows how she'd handle walking down the street looking like this. This was thoroughly embarrassing as it was. To Deanna's ears, the key sliding in the lock was painfully loud; the deadbolt opening, deafening. As she started twisting the handle, she realized that someone was behind her. She glanced nervously over her shoulder, and saw one of her neighbor's kids - a high-school boy, paused on his way down the stairs so he could better stare at her. He flinched at being, and spun his head while he took a step, and almost tripped down the flight of stairs. Deanna blushed - it was bad enough to be a girl, and now guys were staring at her. She twisted the doorknob open and pushed the door open a crack. Leslie was not in the main room, so Deanna slipped inside the door. Her hand was trembling as she latched the door shut behind her. "Don?" Leslie's voice sang out from the bedroom. "Is that you?" Deanna felt her heart race. It was too late to chicken out now. She felt herself paralyzed with fear, unable to move. Leslie came bounding through the door, ready to greet Don, and then froze. "Who..." she started to ask, then her mouth dropped open with sudden realization and shock. "What..." Her mouth moved to say something, but the words were stuck, frozen by the surprise of seeing Don as a girl. "You're Don," she said finally with an awful certainty. "Aren't you." Deanna nodded, a tiny almost imperceptible move. "Yes," she squeaked in her new voice. "What happened?" Leslie sounded more curious than upset. Deanna tried to look at Leslie, and found herself unable to. "Well," she began slowly, finally deciding to tell the whole truth. Leslie would eventually ask why Don had gone to Bikini Beach in the first place. "After I caught you, I was upset. I went to a water park to find a girl. I was going to have a quick sleazy affair. To get back at you. Only the woman who ran the park changed me into this." She felt tears welling up in her eyes, something she attributed to the new body. "She said I'm stuck until after the pass I bought runs out." Leslie looked up and down Deanna's new body. "Wow!" she said softly, which drew a shocked and angry look from Deanna. She changed the subject quickly. "How long is that?" Deanna looked back down. "Three days." Leslie thought of Don - stuck as Deanna for three days. She wanted to laugh, and fought hard not to. "Serves you right," she finally muttered, her voice simmering with anger at his intended betrayal. Deanna felt like screaming. "Serves me right? Me?" Her voice raised in both pitch and volume. "I'm not the one who was screwing around! I'm not the one who's been keeping secrets!" She took a step, collapsing onto the couch, her hands already lifting to cover her face as the tears came pouring out. "Now look at me!" Deanna sobbed. "I'm a ... a ... a girl! This isn't fair!" Leslie's anger at Don melted when she saw how fragile he'd become as Deanna. Fragile and frightened. She slid beside Deanna, her hands reaching out to steady Deanna's shoulders. Deanna turned slightly, dropping her head onto Leslie's shoulder, letting Leslie's arms wrap around her for comfort. Deanna's tears flowed freely as she contemplated her situation. For several minutes, Leslie held Deanna, trying to console her. Finally, Deanna stopped crying and sat back on the couch. Leslie smiled coyly. "Can I take you out for dinner?" Deanna's mouth dropped in shock, then she started wailing anew. "How can you joke about this?" Leslie firmly grasped Deanna's shoulders, almost painfully. "Listen up, Don," she said sternly. "You got yourself into this mess. And you have to admit that it is pretty funny." Deanna started to say something, then dropped her eyes, realizing that Leslie was telling the truth. "I guess maybe it is kind of funny," she finally admitted. Leslie smiled. "And you do make a cute girl," she added with a wink. "So how about it? Do we go out for dinner?" Deanna shook her head slowly. "No. I'd rather not, if you don't mind." Leslie nodded her understanding. "Okay, how about I order some pizza?" Before Deanna could object, Leslie leaped to her feet and picked up the phone, quickly punching in the number from memory. "And maybe you should straighten yourself up a bit," she suggested. "You need to wipe away the tears and comb your hair. It's a mess." Before Deanna could protest, Leslie started talking into the phone. Deanna finally realized that she did have to pee, so she got up and went into the bathroom. When she came back many long minutes later, she saw that Leslie had already set the table - nice plates, cloth napkins, wine glasses, and candles. "What the ...?" Leslie smiled pleasantly. "I thought I'd make up for the teasing and laughing." She leaned forward and kissed Deanna on the cheek. "After all, you are still my boyfriend." She smiled again. "Well, sort of." She took Deanna's hand and led her to the table. Deanna slit into her chair, and Leslie eased down. "Your hair looks much better. And no tear stains." Then Leslie frowned. "What took so long in there?" In response, Deanna dropped her gaze, her face reddening. Leslie's mouth opened, then she grinned. "You didn't!" she finally said. Deanna kept her stare down. "I wasn't going to," she protested weakly. "I was just trying to clean up. I mean, with my wong, it's easy. Shake off the drop and zip it in." Her voice faltered. "It's hard to get it dried off and clean. And ..." Leslie laughed. "And when you touched a certain part, you got a big, warm, pleasant surprise, right?" Deanna nodded her head, embarrassed at Leslie guessing her secret. "It felt ... good. I couldn't stop." Leslie smiled. "Now you know how I feel." Leslie raised her wine glass, and Deanna followed suit. "To a weekend of adventure," she said simply, then took a sip of wine. ********** Deanna's head felt a little light as she flopped on the couch. She didn't quite understand - she'd had less wine that Don would have had. She couldn't be drunk. Could she? Was this body that vulnerable to getting drunk? Leslie slipped on the couch next to her. "Want to watch a movie?" Deanna started to answer, then felt Leslie's warm breath on her neck. Leslie's lips pressed tantalizingly against her neck, her ear, and Deanna's head tilted on its own, exposing more of her neck to the wonderful attention of Leslie. Deanna turned her head, just in time to catch Leslie's lips full against her own. Was she imagining things, or were these feminine lips more sensitive and more erogenous than Don's? She felt Leslie's tongue pressing at her lips, parting them easily. Deanna was distracted, by the wine and the kiss, and she didn't notice Leslie's hand until it began to massage one of her boobs. She started to pull back from the kiss to protest, but Leslie pressed herself forward, pinning Deanna's head against the couch while her hand continued its ministrations on Deanna's breast. Leslie swung her leg over Deanna's lap, straddling her, pressing her crotch against Deanna's. Leslie felt Deanna tremble, and felt her lift her crotch, trying to press herself against Leslie. With her free hand, Leslie lifted Deanna's hand, placing it gently on her own boob. Leslie pulled her head back, away from Deanna's eager lips. "Shall I stop?" she asked softly. In answer, Deanna pushed herself forward, lifting her mouth for more kissing, while her hand slid between them, seeking Leslie's own sensitive spot. ********** Deanna smiled to herself as the morning sun gently roused her from her slumber. She felt Leslie's back against her body - against her . boobs? Deanna's eyes shot open, startled. She sat up hastily, and was rewarded with her breasts swaying, tugging at her chest so tellingly. Her hair, long and sandy brown, danced around her face, curling around her cheeks while her bangs teased her eyebrows. Deanna's hands shot down, to the orbs on her chest. "Shit!" she cursed loudly. Leslie rolled over, smiling, and glanced up. Her brow furrowed at Deanna's language. "What?" Deanna slumped back against the headboard, looking disgusted and dejected. "It wasn't a dream." Leslie scooted up beside Deanna, her arm wrapping around Deanna's as she perched her head on Deanna's shoulder. "Nope," she said with a smile. "I'm a girl." "Yup." "And we ..." Leslie smiled. "Yup." Deanna felt a tear rolling down her cheek. "You tricked me," she cried, her voice cracking. "You got me drunk, didn't you!" Leslie smiled. "Yup. Although I don't remember you complaining about it." She was practically purring as she rested on Deanna's shoulder. Deanna crossed her arms angrily. "How could you do this to me? How could you take advantage of me like that?" Leslie lifted her head and looked into Deanna's eyes. "You want to try it again, sober?" Her eyes twinkled, matching the happy smile on her face. Deanna's mouth dropped open, then she pulled it shut. "The old woman did say I needed to learn about you," she said softly. She turned to Leslie. "And you are my girlfriend. I wouldn't be doing anything we haven't already done, would I?" "Nope." Deanna's eyes narrowed as she stared at Leslie. "There's something different about you. Something ..." She thought for a second, then her eyes widened with sudden realization. "Was it that good?" In response, Leslie practically leaped at Deanna, pushing her over onto the bed, eagerly devouring her sensuous lips while Leslie's hands almost frantically groped for Deanna's breasts and crotch. ********** Deanna had to be practically pushed from the apartment, so reluctant was she to be seen in public. But push her Leslie did, and now they strolled together through the mall. Leslie watched Deanna's mannerisms, chuckling to herself at how much of Don's mannerisms were still present; his gait, his arm position and motion, the posture. And Leslie realized that Deanna looked quite unladylike. Well, she said to herself, given time, she could change Deanna into a perfect lady. In the meantime, they could have some fun. Deanna didn't realize where they were walking until they rounded the corner, and the Victoria's Secret store was staring her in the face. Ashen, she turned to Leslie. "No," she practically begged, "not there!" Leslie smiled. "Part of the experience. Come on, it'll be fun!" Deanna gulped. "Well, okay. We'll go in, buy me some undies, and get out." Leslie shook her head, grinning. "That's not how it works, dear. Ladies take their time. We shop, we try things on, we change our minds. Shopping is an experience to be savored, not a chore to be rushed." She leaned a bit closer. "Especially shopping for lingerie." Deanna was frustrated when they finally finished buying lingerie. "This thing makes me look so ... so big!" she complained, glancing down to see once more how the pushup bra was enhancing her already generous bust. She noticed a man staring at her, and blushed. "The guys are staring at me!" she hissed. Leslie shrugged. "Of course they are. I told you that you were a cute girl. We've just enhanced your assets a bit." Deanna was frozen by a sudden horrifying thought. Leslie had already gotten her drunk once, and taken advantage of her. Now, it seemed that Leslie was trying to make Deanna more attractive to guys. "You aren't going to do anything funny, are you?" Her voice was a tiny frightened whisper. Leslie stared for a moment, then threw her head back and laughed. "Of course not." Then she got an impish grin. "But now that you mention it." She watched Deanna turn white with fear, and she laughed again. "Just teasing. We're going to a movie tonight. You and I. The two of us. No-one else." She turned to Deanna, looking serious. "Okay?" "Okay," Deanna said, sounding unconvinced. ********** A `chick flick' was what Leslie selected for them to see. Deanna sat through the movie, knowing that she was going to hate it. And yet, somehow, it wasn't quite so bad as she'd expected. True, there was no violence and death-defying action. No mayhem and body-count. But it wasn't too bad. Deanna even found herself crying a few times. She chalked it up to the hormones in this new body. But Leslie had noticed, and squeezed her hand for comfort, a reassuring and loving touch. That, somehow, made Deanna cry even more. That night, Leslie didn't have to get Deanna drunk. Deanna was, in fact, the aggressor most of the long passionate evening, like an insatiable wanton woman trying desperately to satisfy a primal hunger. The third day - Deanna's final day before Don's return - Leslie suggested they go to the beach club. Deanna was very surprised, and scared, until Leslie reminded her that the change had already taken place, and it probably wouldn't hurt. Finally, by mixing begging with kissing and caressing, Leslie convinced Deanna to go to the water park. With trepidation, Deanna approached the ticket window. But the old lady didn't even blink as she sold Leslie a guest pass. Together, the girls changed into bathing suits, then went into the park. Within minutes, Deanna's mind was at ease. No guys here to leer and stare at her female body. No new magic to trap her. Just a very fun water park. She and Leslie spent the day playing together. It was almost with regret that Deanna left the park at closing time. Still, there was an evening left. Leslie had that planned, too. Dinner at a very nice French restaurant. Dancing. Deanna was worried about going dancing, until she realized that none of the guys were trying to hit on her. She asked Leslie, who just smiled and said it was obvious to everyone that the two were together. Really together. The fun continued when they got home. Leslie was in a very romantic mood, and Deanna was only too eager to cooperate. They fell asleep in each other's arms, knowing that within a few hours, Deanna would be gone and Don would be back. Deanna woke suddenly, surprised by a sudden feeling in her crotch. Her hand reached to pull off the blankets even as her mind told her that she was lying naked and exposed on the bed. Deanna lifted her head, glancing down between her boobs, and saw Leslie between her legs, smiling at her. Leslie lifted something toward Deanna, and a sudden intense sexual quiver ran through her body as Leslie touched the vibrator to Deanna's sensitive spot. Deanna collapsed backward, trembling with excitement, as the vibrator pushed her body to higher and higher states of arousal. And then Deanna felt something pressing against her crotch - something large and firm and a bit cool. Even as she struggled to raise her head, weakened as she was by the near orgasmic stimulation, she felt a sudden surge as something slid INTO her! She opened her mouth to protest, or to scream, feeling violated by what Leslie was doing to her. Unfortunately for Deanna, or perhaps fortunately, the combined stimulation pushed her over the edge, and the most intense orgasm she'd experienced caused her protest to change into a moan of pure lust and passion. She felt her new pussy muscles pulsed and rippled around the rigid intruder. And still the vibrator continued its work, pushing her higher and higher up the peak of excitement. She collapsed heavily back onto her pillow, nearly exhausted by the seemingly endless orgasm. Leslie sat between Deanna's legs, smiling. "Like it?" she asked simply. Deanna wanted to deny it, but she couldn't. It had been the most exhilarating sexual experience she'd ever had, even though part of her mind said it was gay. But even as she moved her mouth to deny it, her entire essence gave her away, betraying to Leslie just how much she had enjoyed it. Finally, she nodded weakly. Deanna started to sit up, and realized that the thing was still inside her. "But it's ..." She reached down between her legs, and found the end of the dildo. She looked up at Leslie, confused, but only got a coy smile in answer. Deanna looked down as she grasped the end to extract it from herself. But even as she began to slide it out, orgasmic aftershocks rumbled through her groin, betrayed by her trembling and soft moans of pleasure. Deanna knew Leslie was amused watching Deanna move the dildo inside herself, trying to continue the stimulation and the pleasure. Still, Deanna didn't care at that moment. The pleasure was far more important than any possible embarrassment. Finally, Deanna extracted the dildo, and stared open-mouthed at the instrument of pleasure she'd just used on herself. The mock male organ she'd just been using so eagerly. "It's so ... big!" she said softly, awestruck at how huge the dildo appeared, especially in her smaller female hands. Leslie smiled. "Want to try the real thing?" That was too much for Deanna. "No. No way! No!" "Not enough time, anyway. But you're curious, aren't you." It wasn't a question, but a statement of certainty. Deanna bit her lip. "A little bit, yes," she admitted. Leslie smiled triumphantly. "I knew you'd eventually understand." She sat on the bed beside Deanna. "There are some things men can do for women. And there are some things only women can do for women." Deanna stared into Leslie's eyes for a long moment, then nodded. "I think I understand." Leslie gave Deanna a big hug. "I've had a lot of fun with you these past few days. It's fun to be with another woman." She sat back, wiping away a tear. "Not that I don't love Don, because I do. With all my heart. It's just that, well, I need a woman's companionship sometimes, too." "I know," Deanna said softly, pulling Leslie back into a hug. "I know." Leslie was crying now. "I'm going to miss you, Deanna," she wept. Deanna sat back, taking Leslie's face gently between her hands. "I'm still in here, no matter what my body looks like," she said softly. ********** No travel for a while. That meant Don could stay in the local office, and spend lots of quality evenings with Leslie. It was clear that she appreciated his time, but still. Don knew something was wrong. He finally cornered Leslie. "Do you need to have a girlfriend come over?" he asked bluntly. Leslie looked at him, then started to sob. "Yes. No. I don't know." She wrapped her arms around Don, crying on his shoulder. "I don't know." Don held her tightly. "If it will help." Leslie closed her eyes, trying to squeeze the tears dry. It didn't work. "I don't know. But thank you." She pulled back, her hands on Don's shoulders. "I know Julie is bi, and she's told me she thinks you're kind of studly. You want to do a threesome?" Don was confused. Leslie's tone was forced, that much he was sure of. She was trying to joke, when she was really hurting. "Julie?" Leslie dropped her gaze. "She's the lover you caught me with." Don suddenly got an inspiration. "I've got an errand to run." ********** Leslie was still sitting on the couch, feeling miserable, when she heard the lock opening. She glanced up. Her mouth froze open in surprise. Deanna walked slowly through the door, smiling. "Hi," she said. Leslie leaped off the couch and gave Deanna a big hug, tears of joy on her cheeks. But then she backed off, her face confused. "What's going on here?" Deanna got a wry grin. "I bought a membership in Bikini Beach." Leslie was torn between emotions. "But that means you're permanently..." Deanna smiled. "Not quite. I talked the lady into a Saturday-only membership." Leslie's mouth dropped open. "That means..." Deanna nodded. "You get Don six days a week, and Deanna every Saturday." Leslie started to cry, overjoyed at what Don had just done for her. "Oh, sweetie!" she said softly, "that's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me!" Deanna smiled. "Now, about Julie and that threesome. Do you think she'll like me as Deanna?" She ducked as Leslie took a playful swing at her. FIN