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Bikini Beach: Priorities By Bashful "Johnny, would you come here a minute, I need to speak to you?" The voice belonged to John's grandmother who he had lived with since he was twelve years old. He was now twenty-three. "Damn it Grandma, I've asked you not to call me Johnny any more. My name is John," he said gruffly as he entered the living room. His grandmother was sitting in her rocker and she looked very old and weary. "Johnn...John, I got a call from Carole Thornton today, Elizabeth's mother. Elizabeth had a miscarriage last night and Carole told me you were the father of the child, is that true?" "According to Elizabeth but who really knows? I guess I dodged the bullet on that one, huh?" John said with a smirk. Dorothy Dodson was on her feet in an instant, John had no idea his grandmother could move so fast. She slapped his face, hard. John's face stung and he started to raise his own hand but stopped, just barely in time. "Don't you ever joke about something like this again. Elizabeth is ill, she'll be in the hospital for several days and she may not be able to have children after this. It's no joking matter. This is the second girl that you've gotten pregnant, it has to stop, RIGHT NOW! If you do anything like this again, I swear I'll kick you out and let you find out what it's like to make your own way in the world." Dorothy was trembling with rage as she spoke. 'Yeah, the day you kick me out is the day that hell freezes over,' John thought to himself. "Okay grandma, I'm sorry, really I am. I'll go get some flowers and take them up to Elizabeth tonight, that'll cheer her up." John said. "No you won't, Carole told me you are to never go near Elizabeth again and that came from Elizabeth. She told Carole that you wanted her to have an abortion. At least with the first girl when you were in high school, you talked her into adoption. I swear John, you just don't care who you hurt, all you care about is yourself. I'm sick and tired of you blaming someone else or leaving them to hold the bag. Now if you're smart, you'll get out of here and stay away from me for a while, I'm very angry at you." Dorothy slumped back down into her rocker. She looked beaten down and much older than her sixty-two years. John took the advice and decided to cruise down to the pub and shoot some pool, maybe there would be a new girl who needed a tour of John's body. He made sure that he had some condoms in his wallet and jumped in his new, jet-black, Camaro. His grandmother had raised John Dodson after his mother had died in an auto accident eleven years earlier. She was driving home after a party and hit a bridge abutment. It was ruled a one-car accident and her insurance had paid off the grand total of $10,000.00, the entire amount she carried. The funeral expenses had eaten up half of that and the rest had slowly been used over time to keep a growing boy in clothes and food. There was none left for college. John's father had left before he was born. Dorothy worked fulltime and from the very beginning, John had been a latch key child. Even when his mother had been alive, he had fended for himself most of the time. When his grandmother took him in, he was already running wild. John parked out side the 'It'll Do Bar', his favorite hangout, and locked the car. He strolled into the neighborhood bar and scanned the clientele. Near the back, he saw two pretty girls he had never seen before shooting pool by themselves. He decided to rescue them from their loneliness. "Hi there ladies, what's a couple of PYT's like yourselves doing all alone? Why don't you let me buy you two each a drink and I'll shoot some pool with you? I'll even spot you...two balls," John said. He leered at them in what he thought was a sexy smile. It might work on some girls but Dannie and Anya weren't just any girls. "What's a PYT?" Dannie asked. "That's a 'pretty young thing,' which fits the two of you perfectly," John said with a grin. "If I had a spell I could spare, I'd change that boyo into the skunk he really is," Erin said. She was invisible to the rest of the crowd, only Dannie and Anya could see her. Anya smiled at Erin's remark which John took as acceptance of his offer. He called out to the waitress to bring them another round and he picked out a cue. "Uh...sorry John, we're not interested. It's a girl's night out for us. Maybe some other time, " Dannie said. "And in another reality," she whispered to Anya and Erin. "How'd you know my name, I guess you girl's heard about me, huh? C'mon, let's have a little fun. I can show you how good I am with my...stick." "Would either of you lasses have a wee bit of gold on you I could be borrowing? I feel the need to use some magic up on this jackass," Erin said. The others had noticed that she was acquiring an Irish brogue that made her even cuter than she already was. Erin required gold to use magic and she was very new at being a leprechaun and her magic was almost non-existent. Dannie leaned over to Erin and whispered. "Let us take care of him, we don't need magic to run him off, not much anyway." "Look, John, we really want to have a night out with just us girls. I have an idea though, why don't you come and see me tomorrow at my job? I work for my grandmother, she owns Bikini Beach Water Park and I could get you a free pass. Then we could spend the day together and maybe even most of the evening," Anya said with a wink. "Hey, I know about that place. So that's your grandmother huh? I tried to get in there once but she wants too much for the passes. She would only offer me a lifetime pass for some reason. But if it's free, I'm all over that, I'll be there. You know, I live with my grandmother too, they're special ladies, aren't they?" John said. "Yes they are," Anya said. She saw into the heart of John Dodson like he was made of glass. He already had a buyer for his grandmother's house when she died, whenever that would be. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then," Anya said. "How about you doll, are you going to be there too? I bet you're drop dead gorgeous in a bikini," John said to Dannie. "No, I have to work too but if you get bored at the Water Park, come down to the mall. The store I work in, Spells-R-Us, is next to the health food store and I'll bet that my boss will give you a very special free gift as well," Dannie said with a sweet smile. "You're on hot stuff. I'll let you girls have fun tonight and then tomorrow I'll show you what you missed," John said as he sauntered off. "Does that happen a lot, getting hit on by guys like that?" Dannie asked Anya. "That's right, you're new to being a girl. Yes it does. If they're nice, it's okay but when they're like John there, they can be scary," Anya said as she chalked her cue. "I'll talk to my grandmother about John and we'll have something special for him tomorrow." "And if that doesn't work, the old man has been bored lately, he'd appreciate a diversion," Dannie said. The next day, Anya told her grandmother about John Dodson. She just nodded and asked Anya to leave her alone for a few minutes so she could make a phone call. Anya returned to the front of the park and opened the ticket booth. She sold the usual day passes and the occasional lifetime pass but only to women, no men had approached the park today, until John Dodson approached. Some would say that even with John standing in front of the booth no real man had been seen yet that day. "Wow, you look great in that bikini. Say, I didn't get your name last night, mine's John Dodson." "I'm Anya, I have your free pass but I have to work the booth for a while. Do you mind waiting for me until my relief gets here?" Anya said. John had been looking over the girls coming into the park. As hot looking as Anya was, she was not the best looking girl there. He was sure that he could score with just about anyone in the place. John was a handsome man, he had never had a problem getting attention from girls. "No prob babe, you do the job thing and I'll be around when you get done," John said. 'Unless that cute blonde with the torpedo tits hasn't gotten lucky first,' he thought. Anya smiled at him, she knew what he was thinking but she knew what he would really be doing in about ten minutes. "Okay, here's your free one day pass, just go through there and remember to shower before you go outside. Health department rules, you know." "Gotcha babe, I'll be counting the minutes until we're together," John said with that stupid leering grin. "Wait a minute!" It was her grandmother's voice. Anya turned to see her grandmother walking toward the ticket booth. "Anya, John here can have a two-week pass, I think it's just what he needs, after all he is your friend. Here, just sign on this line and it's all yours. This is just a set of the rules for the park." "Okay grandmother, that's great, isn't it John?" Anya said. "Thank you ma'am. I was telling Anya last night how special I think grandmother's are. You've proved me right." John smiled warmly at the old woman. He signed his name and handed the sheet back to her without looking at it. It was free, what could it say that he cared about? 'Anya's too young to remember the Eddie Haskell character but this John guy does a good job of imitating him,' the old woman thought to herself. "Enjoy yourself now and remember to follow all our rules," the old woman told him. "Oh yes ma'am, absolutely." John strutted into the men's locker room and was surprised by how small it was considering the size of the park. There were only a dozen lockers and a couple of shower heads. He found an empty locker, they were all empty. "This is great, I have the entire park full of beautiful women to myself and I get to come back for two weeks free! Yes! Life is good." John quickly dressed in his new pair of Speedo's that he was sure would make him look like the stud he imagined himself to be. He found a mirror near the door and he stood there for a minute flexing his muscles and admiring his trim masculine body. He started out the door when he saw the sign that warned him he must shower before entering the park. 'What the hell, I just need to get wet, I don't have to actually lather up,' he thought. John returned to the shower nozzle. He turned on the water and stepped under one when he was sure that the temperature was right. He found the shower strangely invigorating. He thought it must be some type of shower massage spray head since he felt his whole body tingling. He noticed a soap dispenser on the wall and squirted some into his hand. It smelled and felt good as he rubbed it into a lather and then washed it off. "That was the best shower I've had in years. I'll have to find out who makes their showerheads and what brand of body soap that is. I feel great," he said aloud. John never noticed the pink mist that rose up from the water, he had his eyes closed most of the time. John walked toward the door leading to the park and caught sight of a girl with coal black hair and full hips. She had what were easily the most perfect breasts he had ever seen on a woman and they were bare! They were firm, full and ripe looking, standing up proud with no sag in them. Their nipples were large and clearly defined and erect. He licked his lips at the sight and the girl did too! That was when John realized that he was looking in the same mirror he had admired his male body in just minutes before! "AHHHHH!!!!! What the fuck happened to me," the new woman screamed. "Now shush, Glenda, nothing happened except that you became a woman, that's all," Anya said, she had walked up behind the new girl as she made her discovery. "Here, I have a top for you to wear, my grandmother wouldn't like it if you went out there with nothing on but that skimpy bottom." "How the fuck did this happen? I want my body back now! Stop trying to put that damn thing on me. I'm not a girl, I'm a guy." The new woman was screaming, fortunately the men's locker room was sound proofed for times just like this. "Now listen to me Glenda, you're a girl now and you will be until the end of your pass. It expires about twelve hours after the park closes...two weeks from today, assuming you don't break the rules," Anya said. "Two weeks! Wait, what rules, you mean that thing I signed? What did it say?" "Oh not much, just no males allowed, no nude sunbathing; no glassware; no running in the park; no outside food, except in the picnic area; no drugs, alcohol or smoking in the park and no getting pregnant. If you get pregnant before the two weeks is up, you get a complimentary lifetime pass. In other words, you stay a girl forever," Anya explained. "Forever? But why, why turn guys into girls?" Glenda asked. "Normally my grandmother would tell you this but she isn't very happy with you and she might let her emotions get carried away. She came up with the idea for a water park where women could come and have fun without having to worry about being hit on by guys just like you used to be. Cretans who would leer, drool and make stupid comments about how good they were with their...sticks," Anya said with a grin. "We're a private club, we restrict admission to females only. If a man wants to come in, we sell him a pass and until the pass expires, the man is a woman. Changing back is automatic unless the new woman becomes pregnant or he bought a lifetime pass. If that happens grandmother assumes that the woman wanted to remain a woman or she would have been more careful." "Okay, I've been relieved at the ticket booth, ready to go swimming?" Anya asked. "No! I want my body back, take back your pass and forget it. You've had your joke now let me go," Glenda said. "You can leave anytime you wish, no one's stopping you but the change won't wear off until your pass expires." "I can't go out there looking like this. I'll lose my job and, my grandmother won't know it's me, besides what'll I wear?" Glenda looked so sad and forlorn that Anya almost felt sorry for her, almost but not quite. "Look in your locker, in your purse." Glenda looked puzzled when Anya said that but she opened the locker and found her clothes had changed as well. Instead of a wallet, she had a backpack purse. Opening the purse she found her ID. "Glenda Dorothy Dodson, that's not my name," she said. "It is now, see, you still live with your grandmother at the same address," Anya said. "Where's my employee ID card. I work for Countywide Cable as a installer, I don't see that ID here." "Now you work for a major international company with locations all over the world," Anya told him. "What does that mean?" Glenda asked but she was afraid to hear the answer. "Let's just say that you ask a lot people if they want fries with that," Anya said. "No! I was making good money at the cable company. I was in line for a promotion and a raise. This is no fair, why am I working in fast food?" Glenda demanded. "Well, when you had to drop out of high school, you never got anything more than a GED. You didn't get any training of any kind and you have no marketable skills." "What do you mean drop out of high school, I carried a 'B' average. I went to trade school while working nights and learned CATV systems." "That was John, Glenda got pregnant at the end of her junior year and dropped out to have the baby." "I have a baby!?! This can't be real," Glenda said, holding her head. "Well, you put the child up for adoption. Your grandmother couldn't support you and the baby, it really was the best thing for the child. He has a loving mother and father and even a baby sister," Anya said. "A son, I have a son, does he look like me, like John I mean?" "No, you don't look like John, in this life, John wasn't born, Glenda was. You have to understand that everything you remember that happened to John didn't happen because John was never here. The next two weeks will be a real learning experience for you." "Your grandmother thinks you're her granddaughter, you still lost your mother when you were twelve and your grandmother couldn't care for you because she had to work. You lost your virginity when you were just fourteen. You had a your baby when you were seventeen, the result of a keg party at a frat house that a girlfriend and you snuck into. You weren't sure who the guy was, you were too drunk," Anya explained. "Okay, if you don't want to go swimming today, then I need to go back to work. Remember the rules and be careful out there. Oh, say, do you know who Eddie Haskell is, my grandmother said John reminded her of him. Anyway, I'll see you around Glenda, come back and go swimming sometime if you want to." Anya turned to go, she heard Glenda's thoughts clear as a bell. 'I wish I had taken that blonde up on her invitation to meet her at the mall,' Glenda thought bitterly to herself. "Glenda, believe me, you did not want to go to the mall. You got off light compared to what the old man could have done to you." Anya turned around again and left. "What did she mean by that?" Glenda wondered. She took her clothes out of the locker, she had a pair of plain cotton panties and a white bra with a little lace on it, the tag read '36 C'. She took off the bikini bottom and stared for some time at her newly crafted crotch. She shuddered to think what and how many men had delved into her through there. She pulled her panties up and they found that she had put the bra on before she could think about how to do it. John's jeans and T-shirt had been swapped for a floral print romper that only reached a few inches down her thighs. She had a pair of white sneakers and white socks with a lace fringe around them. Once she was dressed, she searched her purse for lipstick and blush and applied it as if she had done it for years. She brushed out her hair and looked at the young woman in the mirror. She was shorter than John's 6'; she was about 5' 4" she guessed. Her hair was black and had some natural body that kept it from hanging straight, it fell to her shoulders and curled on the ends, her eyes were bright green and contrasted with her dark hair. Her hips and breasts balanced out well, giving her a curvy, sexy appearance. 'I could have any man I want, I'm that hot looking,' she thought and rushed to the toilet in the corner and threw up when she realized what she had just admitted to herself. "Okay, enough of that. I can do two weeks standing on my head, if I don't wear a skirt. I just have to go to work and go home and keep my legs crossed, no prob." Glenda walked out of the locker room and past the ticket booth. "It was nice meeting you Glenda." It was the voice of the old woman. Glenda turned and walked back to her. "I'm going to win old woman. You may have turned me into a girl for now but I have no intention of getting pregnant. I just have two weeks to wait and then I'll be John again. I'll get you for this, I swear I will." Glenda said with all the venom she could muster in her voice. The old woman smiled at Glenda. "My dear young lady, look at yourself and consider what I was able to do with even getting winded. I have changed your body and your life, completely. You are a very attractive, sexually active, young woman. Less than an hour ago you were an arrogant, strutting, fool of a man. Do you really think that you could harm me if I wasn't willing to let it happen? If you manage to make it without getting pregnant, at least you will have learned something about what being a woman is all about." "You know Glenda, it was a man just like John that got you pregnant in high school and changed this life. It was Glenda's fault as well, she could have gone back to school but she chose to just get a GED. She was too embarrassed to go back after she started showing and then she didn't want to be the oldest girl in the senior class. Glenda's a lot like John, she's just as bright and she has a good work ethic but there the similarities end," the old woman said. "The next two weeks will be a challenge for you. One thing John and Glenda have in common is their sex drive, it's in high gear most of the time. There's another difference, you need to find out what that is. Have fun dear, it's what you do best, no matter who you are." The old woman went back to selling tickets. Glenda walked away, visibly shaken by the lecture. She looked for her new Camaro but it wasn't there. "Where's my Camaro, I left it parked in front here," Glenda said. "John parked his Camaro there, you parked your Geo Metro on the back row. It's lime green with a crushed right front fender, you can't miss it," the old woman told her. Glenda walked to the far reaches of the parking lot and found the ten year old car. The right headlight was held on with gray duck tape and the tires were bald. The passenger window was broken out and clear plastic covered the opening with more duct tape holding it in place. Glenda climbed in and started the little car up, it needed a muffler. "It's just for two weeks, I could take the bus if I had to, for two weeks, it's just a few blocks to the restaurant, I could walk," she said aloud. She realized then that she knew where she worked and also that she had to be to work at 3PM, just an hour from now. She drove home to get ready for work. Glenda arrived home, worried that her grandmother wouldn't know her and just as worried that she might. "Hi dear, did you have fun at the water park?" Dorothy asked her. "UH...yeah I guess, it was different. I need to get ready for work, Grammy," Glenda said. 'When did I start calling her Grammy,' she wondered. 'When I was two years old, I couldn't say Grandma so it became Grammy.' She recalled. 'I guess I have two sets of memories, Glenda's and John's. As long as I remember John, he's alive, I have to make sure he stays that way,' she thought. Glenda dressed for work in a black knee length skirt and the same shoes she had been wearing. She put on a red polo shirt with the words Team Leader over her left breast and she pinned a nametag that said Glenda D. above her right breast, The restaurant logo was on the short sleeves of each arm. Glenda touched up her make up and brushed out her long hair. She then spent ten minutes pinning it up so no loose hair would hang out from the baseball cap she would wear at work. Then she was ready to leave for what she knew would be hell on earth, working in a fast food restaurant. Glenda arrived and she knew she was slotted to work the front end, taking orders and delivering food to the customers. At 3PM the front was slow but it soon got busy as school let out and then the dinner crowd came in. The job was extremely simple and mind numbingly boring. Glenda's feet began hurting about 6PM but she couldn't take a break until after 7PM. About 6:45 a man came up and began complaining loudly because they forgot to hold the ketchup on his burger. Glenda offered to make him a fresh one with no ketchup and he threw the half-eaten burger at her, staining her shirt and leaving onions and pickles stuck to her chest.. Glenda was so outraged that she...cried. 'What's wrong with me, I ought to punch this guy out?' she thought but he was much larger than she was and he scared her badly. "Okay Larry, that's it, I told you if caused any more problems you'd be gone from here and that was the last straw, get out and don't come back!" It was the manager, Paul Franklin. He had stepped out of his office just as the burger hit Glenda in the chest. "Look...," Larry started to say. "Out or I call the police, hitting my employee with that burger was assault, you want to spend a couple of hours in jail and then explain it to a judge?" Paul said. Larry wasn't happy but Paul was bigger and he wasn't a girl. Larry was outmatched and he knew it, he turned and left. "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up," Paul said and he escorted Glenda back to the office. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." Glenda couldn't speak any more because she had Paul's tongue in her mouth. To her shock, she was kissing him back! When he broke the kiss, he began wiping her chest with a damp rag, trying to get the ketchup and mustard off. "Won't work, take your shirt off, I've got a clean one here you can put on." 'Oh my God! I'm having an affair with my boss!' Glenda said. She could recall the dates they had been on and the fact that every Friday night she slept at his house, in his bed. She took her shirt off and he handed her another. Paul sat down and went to work on some paper work and didn't look at her when she was standing there half-naked. Glenda was surprised. John would have been leering at her the whole time. "Sit down, it's time for your break and I wanted to talk," Paul said. He smiled with genuine warmth and Glenda felt so good when he did that she smiled back. "I've been thinking about this Friday night and I made some special plans, would you wear that black dress I like so much, I want to take you someplace extra nice." "What's this Friday?" she asked. "Larry really scared you, didn't he, our anniversary, one year ago that we committed to each other although I don't know if you'll ever agree to actually marry me," Paul said as he chuckled. "Oh yes, I was frightened, thank you for standing up for me," Glenda said. She realized that she really liked this guy. She would have to stay far away from him to make sure that John was back in two weeks. "Hey, all in a days work for us heroes, it's a guy thing and I like doing it, especially for you. I love you Glenda, you know that, don't you?" Paul said. Glenda felt her breath catch in her chest, her heart sped up and she felt a slow warming begin in the pit of her stomach, she was becoming aroused. "Yes, I know, I...I...I love you too, Paul." They kissed and she hugged him close to her, his strong arms crushing her breasts against his chest. Her nipples became erect and she found herself fantasizing about the two of them. She broke the hold with reluctance and returned to the front counter. Glenda was confused and flushed as she returned to the front counter. She grabbed a rag and began wiping down clean stainless steel counters and generally doing anything to work off the adrenaline in her blood. Several of the high school girls who worked with her just grinned, they knew about the hot little affair going on between the manager and their shift leader. The night ended and Paul walked Glenda to her car. They said good night, kissed and Glenda headed for home. It was after 11:30 when she arrived there and her grandmother was waiting up. "How was work dear?" she asked Glenda. At first Glenda was suspicious but as they chatted she became aware that Grammy was her friend. They were much closer than John and his grandmother had been. They talked for an hour and Glenda found she could tell Grammy things John would have never told his grandmother. While they were talking, Grammy stood up and took Glenda's hair down and brushed it out for her. The sensation was comforting and relaxing, it made Glenda feel closer to her grandmother than John ever had. "I need to be off to bed, I have to get up and go to work tomorrow, will you do the laundry before you go in, dear?" Grammy asked Glenda. "Sure, I'll be glad to," she said. 'I never do laundry, that's girls work. Well...okay, I'm a girl and I guess it won't hurt to do it while I am one,' Glenda thought. Glenda went to her room and after washing off her makeup, she put on a pink nightie and crawled into her bed. She lay awake thinking about how different the day had turned out. John had hoped to wind up with a beautiful woman in his bed. Well there was one there but not like he had hoped. Glenda felt her breasts through the nightie and then her hand strayed to her crotch. Soon she was rubbing in earnest and she experienced her first female orgasm. But it wasn't, she recalled orgasms just like that one and she recalled the feeling of Paul's dick inside her. All of these thoughts kept her awake for another hour before she finally fell asleep. The next morning, Glenda make a promise to herself that she would not put herself in a position that would get her pregnant. She was relieved to see that she was on the pill and every morning she religiously took one. She vowed no intercourse with Paul, none. That vow lasted almost five days. Glenda managed to get through the week without kissing Paul again. Their schedules kept them apart and that was fine with Glenda. She continued to masturbate at night and that seemed to keep her urges down while she was near Paul. Then it came to be Thursday night. "I managed to swing it, I made the deposit on the limo, I hope you're ready for tomorrow night?" Paul said. Glenda had been avoiding the subject, she had intended to beg off the date. When she was John again, it really wouldn't matter that they didn't celebrate their anniversary. Now she felt like she had to go. Paul had paid good money for a limo and he was obviously looking forward to the night, she couldn't find it in her to disappoint him. "UH...sure, what time shall I be ready?" she said trying not to sound as scared as she felt. "7:30pm, I can't wait, you're going to love the restaurant I picked out," Paul said. "I'm sure, I better get back to the front," Glenda said as she dodged a kiss. Friday Glenda looked in the closet and found the only black dress she had. To her surprise, it wasn't short or low cut. When she put it on though, she made her look great. She bought a pair of black stockings and wore the only matching bra and panty set she had. It included a matching garter belt. "Why am I putting on this sexy underwear, I'm not going to let him see it?" she said out loud. "Oh what the hell, it's only once, why not enjoy the experience, of dressing up, that is." She was looking in the mirror and couldn't believe that she was the super sexy woman staring back at her. Glenda applied slightly more flamboyant makeup and jewelry and painted her nails to match her lipstick. By 7:15 she was ready and nervous. "No sex, no sex, no sex," she chanted aloud. She was glad Grammy was out playing bingo with her friends. She wondered if she should take another birth control pill and shook her head, that was a stupid idea. She did find a package of condoms and put them in her small purse. Just in case. The night was much more fun than she had imagined it would be. It began with Paul gushing over how great she looked which made her feel good about herself as well. They had champagne in the limo and wine with dinner, Glenda didn't feel the alcohol at all. After the best meal she could remember having, they went dancing. Glenda was a very good dancer as was Paul. They danced all the slow dances and most of the fast ones. They had cocktails between dances and then it was time to head back. The limo pulled up in front of Paul's house and they got out. "Aren't you going to take me home?" Glenda asked. Paul laughed, "You're so funny, you haven't gone home on a Friday night in a year. If it wasn't for your grandmother having to live alone, I'd make you move in. I had a great time tonight Glenda, I'm really looking forward to the rest of the evening." Paul took her in his arms and kissed her, it was different from the kiss in his office. That was hurried and brief, this one was slow and passionate. It curled her toes inside her black high heels. Glenda was going to beg off sex as soon as the kiss broke, she hated to disappoint him but she wouldn't risk giving up her life as John for this guy. The kiss was the last thing that she remembered clearly though. While she hadn't felt the alcohol before now, she discovered the effect it had on her, she got intensely aroused. She was so stimulated, her mind nearly shut down. Sunlight streaming in the window woke her up, she closed her eyes and buried her head under the covers, trying to block out the daggers that where stabbing into her brain through her eyes. She bumped into someone in the bed beside her when she did. "Good morning sweetheart," Paul said. Glenda jerked her head up and regretted it at once. She groaned in pain and horror. She had slept with Paul! Slept hell, she had fucked him! Shit, shit, shit! She was really screwed now, literally and figuratively. She tried to burrow under the covers again but he dove in after her and managed to get her onto her back and he began kissing her. "Paul, please, I think I'm going to be sick," she pushed him off of her and staggered into his bathroom, she just made it to the toilet before letting go with the contents of her stomach. When she was finished, she rested her head against the cool porcelain. Paul was kneeling next to her, holding her hair back to keep it clean and dry. "Feel better? I thought you were drinking too much last night but you never showed it. I guess you need to take it easy in the future, huh?" Paul said. Paul helped her up and she turned around to sit down to empty her bladder. She felt something running out of her and it wasn't urine. She spread her legs and saw sperm dripping out of her vagina. "I'm sorry, normally I use a condom but last night you were a wild woman, you wouldn't let me put one on. You said that you wanted to feel me inside you with nothing between us." Paul was looking sheepish. Glenda was shocked, she was probably pregnant now, a woman for life. She hung her head and felt tears stinging her eyes, John was lost. Paul left and returned with a glass of water and some aspirin, which she took gratefully. Glenda found she had some casual clothes at Paul's for the morning after so she didn't have to wear her wrinkled and stained dress home. She had apparently screwed Paul while nearly fully dressed the first time only removing her panties. Glenda showered, without Paul, then he drove her home. They didn't talk in the car but she kissed his cheek when he dropped her off at her home. Glenda called in sick the next two days, she didn't leave her room or even get dressed. "What's wrong honey, I know you're not sick, what happened between you and Paul the other night," Grammy asked. "We had unprotected sex and I'm positive that I'm pregnant," Glenda said. "Aren't you still using the pill? Have you taken a pregnancy test? Well it's really too soon for that. Honey you two are in love, he wants to marry you, so what if you're pregnant? Maybe it's time to go ahead and marry him. He's a good man, he'll be a wonderful husband and father." "I am on the pill but I just feel it in my heart that I'm pregnant. I know that Paul's a good man but I'm not ready to marry anyone right now. I just didn't want to get pregnant right now." Glenda was feeling miserable and nothing her grandmother could say would help. Dorothy left her granddaughter alone and went to work. The phone rang a few times but Glenda didn't answer it. She decided to get dressed instead of sitting around in a robe all day. Her clothes felt tight and she discovered her breasts were tender. When she felt the first cramp, she made the connection. "I'm having a period! Shit what else can happen...wait, that means I'm not pregnant! I beat the old woman and that bitch Anya." Glenda danced around the living room until the next cramp hit her, then she ran to the bathroom. She found she knew just how to use a tampon but it was distasteful none the less. Glenda finished dressing and decided to pay a visit to Bikini Beach. "Hello Glenda, how are you feeling today?" the old woman asked. "I've felt better but I wanted to let you know that I won, I'm not pregnant. I just started my period, you're going to have to change me back. Why not do it now and just save us all the time and trouble?" Glenda said. "The pass expires at 7PM on Friday night. The spell will wear off twelve hours later. I can't change that. Today is Monday, you still may get pregnant, remember that. Also, I told you there was a basic difference between Glenda and John, have you discovered it yet?" "What do you mean? John is a male, I'm a female. John has a decent job and a nice car while I don't. John has a life that he can look forward to, you're trying to sentence me to a living hell. What else is there? Do I now have to answer your stupid riddle before you'll change me back, are you changing the rules of the game after it started?" Glenda said. "No, but if you don't figure out what's different then the time you spend as Glenda will have been wasted. It seems like a shame to go through everything that you have and not learn anything," the old woman said. Glenda was going to snap back a sharp retort but something stopped her. she turned and left. Glenda went back home and called in to tell them she would be in to work today. Glenda arrived early and she and Paul went into the office to talk. "Are you okay?" Paul asked. "I was afraid that I had gotten pregnant, this morning I discovered that I wasn't. I'm sorry I haven't called you," Glenda did feel guilty about it but she wasn't sure why. "If you had been pregnant, I would have married you and taken care of both of you, you know that, don't you?" Paul asked. "Yes, but when I get married, it has to be when I'm ready, not because of an accident. Can you understand that?" Glenda said. "Yes, I can. Since you're not pregnant, Glenda, will you marry me?" "Paul, I'm in the wrong state of mind to answer that right now. Can you give me a few days to think about it?" "Sure, I guess we can't get together tonight, can we?" "Not for sex, not for a few days, how about just being together?" Glenda suggested. "I'd like that. I'll pick you up after your shift." They embraced and Glenda found that she wanted to kiss Paul so she did. 'Why am I feeling this way? It must be the hormones, I just have a few days to get through and I'm not pregnant so I can relax. Maybe I can enjoy myself a little, except for this stupid job." Glenda went to work and once again she dealt with the customers and her employees. She was the shift manager and they looked to her for instruction and guidance. For the most part the people working for her were high school kids. "Miss Dodson, could I talk to you in private?" became a common question. She was a big sister to the kids on her shift and she found herself giving advice on a number of subjects, especially sex. Glenda found that she enjoyed it for the most part. She tried to make them understand that they needed to wait or use protection. After work, she and Paul went to a coffee shop and they sat and drank coffee. They talked about anything and everything. Paul was warm and witty. He had a good sense of humor and Glenda laughed more than she could remember laughing before. When it was time to go home, Paul walked her to her car and they kissed goodnight there. The kiss lasted over a minute. When they broke apart, Glenda was panting and having a hard time thinking straight. 'Wow, this guy can really kiss, he really puts his heart and soul into it. No woman has kissed John like that, ever.' Glenda though to herself. They each went home and to sleep. The next few days were much better for Glenda than the first week she had spent as a woman. She helped around the house and found it gave her a good feeling. She continued to talk to the kids at work and felt like she was a positive influence on them. She and Paul had fun together without sex rearing its head. Thursday morning as Glenda completed her morning routine, she realized her period had ended. 'Okay, so I could have sex again, if I wanted to, but that would be foolish, why risk it. I had sex with Paul last week. Sure, I don't remember one second of it after we got to his place but I'm safe, I'm not pregnant, let's keep it that way. I'll just tell Paul I don't feel up to a date this week, he'll understand,' Glenda thought. Friday, Glenda spent the day working around the house, doing laundry, cleaning, shopping and a number of other things that, as John, she would have never done. When she was done, the house sparkled and she was still very horny. Paul had asked her out the night before and she had told him she thought she had to help her grandmother with something. She wanted to go out with him once last time. She wanted to experience sex as a woman and remember it. She'd be careful, this time. Something concerned her though. "Hello, Anya, I have a question, what happens on Saturday morning, if I'm not pregnant I mean, uh...suppose I was say working an all night shift at my job you know, dressed like Glenda. Will I become John but dressed like Glenda? I may have to work that shift, and I just want to be sure, you know?" Glenda said. Anya smiled at the phone and Glenda's question. She knew that Glenda had plans for Friday night that didn't include working. "Glenda, right now you and your job exist as part of an alternate reality. If you change back into John, that reality reverts back to what it was before you became Glenda. You'll become John, wherever John would have been on that Saturday morning," Anya told her. "Oh...thanks, that's a big help, bye," Glenda said and hung up. She called Paul at work. "Paul, I can make our date after all tonight and even sleep over but this time, no matter what, use a condom!" they both laughed. "About 7:30 then?" Paul asked. "Sure, how shall I dress?" Glenda asked. "Comfortable, I thought just dinner and a movie, if that's okay." "How about if we order in pizza and watch TV?" Glenda suggested. "Okay with me, I'll see you then." Glenda dressed carefully for her date. She soaked and shaved her legs and bikini line. She painted her nails and toes nails. She applied a moisturizer to her skin and lightly made up her face. She picked out a short black skirt and a white silk blouse. She wore black thigh highs and a garter belt but no panties. She started to apply perfume but she preferred the natural aroma her body was producing. Paul was right on time and he helped her into the car. He had thought that she looked beautiful last week. She had sparkled then but tonight she glowed. They ate the pizza and started to watch a movie but they found something else more interesting. It was sweet, gentle and very special. Glenda went to sleep in Paul's arms, sated and content. ******************** The sun cut like a knife through John's eyes and into his brain. He had to piss like a racehorse and his cock hurt from being so stiff. He was tangled up with another body in the bed with him, it wasn't his bed either. 'That bitch Anya lied to me, damn it! I'm in bed with another man and I have a hard on. What's more, the skirt and blouse Glenda wore here won't fit me. I'm going to wind up in jail and branded a pervert. At least I'm John again. Maybe I can slip out and not wake up Paul. Maybe some of his pants would fit me.' John thought. He carefully slipped out of the bed, slowly moving out from under a leg and arm. "Good morning," a voice asked him as he stepped toward the closet. Turning around, John saw a naked woman lying in the bed. "Oh...hi," John searched for a name to put with this woman who he had obviously spent the night with. "You pig, you don't know my name, do you?" she yelled. "Wait, I just woke up, it's..." John stared stupidly at the woman and found his eyes locked on her exposed right nipple. Try as he may, no name came to mind. He didn't remember what they did the night before either. The woman saw what he was staring at and covered herself up, blushing red. She grabbed a glass from the nightstand and threw it at John, just missing his head. Fortunately it was plastic so John just got a light shower of water. "Get out you pig, you're a lousy lay anyway, you don't give anything back. I get more satisfaction from my own fingers." She was reaching for a heavy looking candle next to the bed. Worried that her aim might improve, John grabbed his clothes and ran for the living room. He pulled on his pants and ran from the apartment. At the bottom of the steps he found his Camaro. John jumped in and drove home. John slipped in and was surprised to see the house was not as clean as he, that is Glenda, had left it. She had dusted but the shelves were dusty. Laundry filled the hamper and Glenda had finished it, even putting it all away. John knew his grandmother worked long hours and she wasn't young enough to do all that and keep up with all the chores around the house. At least Glenda had realized that, this was the first time John noticed it. John checked his room, all his clothes were back, there was no makeup in his bathroom. Relieved that it was true, he was really home and a man again, John showered and dressed. When he came out, his grandmother was fixing herself some breakfast. "Are you hungry?" she said. "Yes, please, let me help you," John offered. "Help me, why are you willing to help? I don't have any money to loan you so don't ask," she said to him. "I just wanted to help, that's all. Why don't you sit down and I'll make breakfast and we can talk?" John offered. "When did you learn to cook? No thanks, you want something and I'm not going to fall for it. If you want to cook, cook your own breakfast when I'm done." His grandmother finished making her breakfast and sat down to eat. Any attempt to talk to her was a wasted effort. She then left for work, she worked on Saturdays as well. John made his own breakfast and found he had lost the skill Glenda had. He managed to make something eatable but just barely. He lazed about the house the rest of the day and watched TV, oddly depressed. At dinnertime he went to McDonald's. Paul was running the front end and Janie, Terri and Linda where working too, Glenda's whole crew. Paul took his order and he paid, there was no recognition, no spark. He tried to talk to Linda when she handed him his meal and she brushed him off, he ate and left. John went to the bar and looked for a girl to just talk to. Suddenly John saw his life for what it was, he was looking for someone to screw, just to have sex with. He saw how empty and meaningless that all was. He went back home and watched TV all night. The rest of the week drug by. His grandmother wouldn't stay in the same room with him. The news about Elizabeth hurt her deeply and she blamed John. Finally, on Friday, John found himself at Bikini Beach, standing in front of the ticket booth. A girl her didn't recognize was selling tickets. "I'd like to buy a lifetime pass please," he said. "Uh...I can't sell a lifetime pass to a man, only Anya and her grandmother can sell those, to men that is. Let me call the owner." John stood at the ticket booth for a few minutes until the old woman showed up. "Okay, you win, I want a lifetime pass. I don't know why you just didn't make me get pregnant or make it permanent to begin with. Can we get this over with, please?" John said. "Come over here John, I have to talk to you first." The old woman led John to a picnic table that sat on the edge of the parking lot. It was shaded by live oaks. The area was cool and pleasant. "Why do you want to be a woman permanently, John?" she asked him. "Why? What do you care? I want to be a woman. Isn't that what this was all about, changing me for whatever your own perverse reasons are?" "No, not at all. Tell me, do you enjoy sex as a woman a lot more than as a man?" "No, it's different. As Glenda, it was good and as John it's good. There are so many differences that saying one is better or worse doesn't really fit. No, it's not sex." "Then do you enjoy being a beautiful woman for the way you were treated. Glenda was a very attractive woman; she must have received compliments and special treatment." "Well, yes that's true but that's not enough of a reason to be Glenda, no that's not it either." "Then it must be the love between Glenda and Paul. They're meant to be together, don't you agree?" "Yes, they are meant to be together but that's not it. As John, I saw Paul and he's just another man, I don't feel anything for him. I like women, Glenda likes men and especially Paul. It's not because Glenda loves Paul," John said. "Then I can't sell you a lifetime pass. If I wished to punish you I could and would do so, if I thought it was really punishment and appropriate but it's none of that. I wanted you to tell me what was different between you and Glenda, John. Have you figured out what that was?" the old woman asked him. John shook his head and she stood to leave. "Wait, please. It's no good, my life now I mean. My grandmother won't talk to me. I don't have any friends and I can't stand feeling the way I do. You have to help me." "John, why do you want to be Glenda again?" "Because Glenda was a friend to my grandmother. She had people who looked to her for advice and she was able to help them. She had friends and relationships, with Paul and with her...my grandmother," John said. "But Glenda had a child out of wedlock and she didn't even know the father's name. She had a dead end job and very few prospects except to marry Paul and she'd probably still have to work. You make much more money than Glenda would. What's different about Glenda that her life is so much better in your eyes than your own life?" "Glenda...cares. She cares about people and people care about her as well. Glenda's happier than I am." "And why is that true John, you're very close now, make the connection." "Glenda's a good person, I'm not," John said as tears flowed down his cheeks. "Very good John, you figured it out. Now that you know the difference between you and Glenda, you can just start acting like Glenda. Treat people like she would, care about others, it's not a character trait exclusive to women. Now, if there's nothing else, I have some work to do." The old woman started walking back to the park. John started walking toward his car. He was surprised that he was still a man but something else bothered him. "Wait, there is something else," John called out. The old woman turned and looked at him, her face betrayed nothing. She waited for John to speak, he had to make the decision and for the right reason. "I still want to be Glenda," John said. "Why?" "Because if John was never born, then Elizabeth Thornton wouldn't have gotten pregnant and had a back street abortion. But what about the child I fathered in high school. That little boy is someone's son, what about him and his parents? Unless...is the child Glenda had in high school, is that the same little boy? Did the same parents adopt him?" John asked. "Yes," the old woman said. "Then the girl I got pregnant didn't spend three years in therapy dealing with the loss of her child?" John asked. "No, she didn't. Now why do you want to become Glenda?" "Because it's the right thing to do, I may not want to be a woman, I may even prefer to be John but I need to make things right and this is the only way to do it." "Very good John, come with me," the old woman said. "John, this is our price list, that's the fee for a lifetime pass. It's non-refundable and non- transferable. Once you buy a pass and go through our shower room again, you'll be Glenda for life. Glenda will never earn more than $25,000.00 a year in her life. She'll never drive a new car or own expensive jewelry except for one ring. She'll have heartache, sorrow and pain, just like everyone else. She will not be swept off her feet like a fairytale princess." "Will she marry Paul and stay married to him?" John asked. "Marry, yes, stay married? I don't know, that's up to them. Only a husband and wife can make a marriage work, magic has no business interfering there. I can't make someone be happy if they aren't really happy. I can shift reality so that John wasn't born and Glenda was but then it's up to Glenda to handle the rest. No guarantees, no promises, you pay your money and you take your chances, just like the rest of the world." "Will you take a check?" John asked. "Of course, fill this form out and Holly will give you the pass. Just shower as you did the last time and make sure you put on a top before going out into the park. This one will match your bottom." The old woman seemed to pick a bikini top from thin air and hand it to John. John stepped into the shower room and paused before getting under the shower. "No one will know what I did or why...except me, that'll be enough," He said to himself, hearing John's voice for the last time. He stepped under the warm running water and a few minutes later Glenda stepped out. She quickly dressed and was walking back out toward the parking lot when the old woman stopped her. "Welcome back Glenda, aren't you going swimming? You've been here three times and never gone inside the park." "I know but if I don't go now, I won't be able to go home and see my grandmother before I go on my Friday night date with Paul. I'll be back, after all I have a lifetime pass." "Okay dear, have a good life," the old woman said. She walked back inside and to her office, she dialed a number she knew by heart. "Dorothy, John came to see me. It took a while but he finally figured it out. He made the decision himself and for the right reason, just like you insisted. Normally I would have just changed him permanently into Glenda and let it go but you're right, this way he learned much more and Glenda will be a better woman for it. She just left, she wanted to see you before she goes to her date. Will you tell her the truth?" the old woman said. "Not right now but someday I will. It was amazing luck that John ran into your granddaughter in the bar that night. I'm not sure what I would have done if that hadn't of happened. Thank you for letting me know what you were going to do and then letting me have a say in how you handled it." "I was glad to help, I'll see you at bingo tonight, won't I?" she didn't mention that she had sent Anya to John's favorite bar that night with Dannie and Erin for backup. "Sure, I'll leave right after I give my granddaughter a hug." "Good, remember that Carole Thornton doesn't have any memory of Elizabeth getting pregnant or having an abortion. That never happened, just don't mention it, okay?" the old woman warned. "Of course, she's my one of my best friends, I wouldn't want to upset her." The old woman called another number, also memorized. "Carole, I asked you to be patient and trust me, I told you things would work out. John is gone and Glenda is back. I expect a wedding invitation when Elizabeth finally finds the right guy. Remember though, Dorothy doesn't know anything about this, as far as she's concerned she's always had a granddaughter." "Okay, I'll never understand why you let John run around for another week with a penis. He might have gotten some other girl pregnant but I trusted you as you asked. It's the final outcome that matters, thank you. Will you be at the bingo game tonight?" Carole Thornton said. "Absolutely, I wouldn't miss it for anything, see you then." "Anya, came in here please." She didn't use the PA, she barely spoke aloud, she didn't need to, Anya could hear her thoughts when she projected them. "Yes grandmother?" Anya was wearing her normal work outfit, a Bikini Beach T-shirt over a bikini. She was a beautiful young woman and so very capable. Both as a businessperson and in her growing magical abilities. "Anya, are you sure nothing happened that morning between you and John, I mean, you were naked in there with him, even though he thought you were someone else. He didn't..." the old woman could have 'read' her granddaughter but she chose to trust her instead. "Grandmother, I wouldn't let John clean my shoes. As soon as he woke up and tried to sneak out of the bedroom I started calling him names and throwing things at him. Dannie, Erin and I are going to the bar again tonight, want to join us?" Anya didn't mention that she had inadvertently let the sheet slip and gave John a free peek but it really didn't matter. "No you three young people have a good time. It's my bingo night, you know I never miss bingo." "That's right, okay, I'll see you tomorrow, have fun with your friends." Anya left. 'Everyone has priorities, Carole's was her daughter being able to bear children. Dorothy wanted her grandchild to grow up into a decent human being. At my age, besides Anya and the water park, my friends are what are most important to me. Bingo wouldn't be any fun if my two best friends weren't talking to each other. It wasn't easy but I managed to see to it that both of them got exactly what they wanted and it didn't break up the group.' the old woman thought to herself. 'Now we can get back to some serious bingo playing.' The End