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Bikini Beach: Gate Crashers
By Elrod W
"I told you, man!" Marty gloated at his friend.
"Wow! I should have believed you!" John was practically drooling
at the line of lovely and shapely young ladies entering the Bikini
Beach Water Park.
"Let's go get tickets," Marty said eagerly.
The two college guys slid out of Marty's Camaro, closing the
doors solidly behind them as they walked toward the ticket booth.
All around them, young ladies smiled as they walked through the
gates into the park, even though they were, on the whole, rather
average. Just two unremarkable college guys.
"This is a private park for members only." The stern voice
surprised Marty and John. They spun and looked at the old
woman sitting in the ticket booth, practically scowling at them.
"Um," John mumbled, a little unnerved by the old woman, "We'd
like a guest pass. If you have them."
The woman glanced from boy to boy, then nodded. "One day
passes. Sixteen fifty each."
Marty gulped. He leaned close to John. "Man, we don't have that
kind of money. Not if we're going to save anything for partying
tonight!"
John looked at the woman, who merely stared impassionately.
Finally he shrugged. "I guess we can't afford passes," he
admitted to the lady. Downcast, he turned from the ticket booth
and started to trudge back to the car.
Marty glanced over his shoulder for the tenth or eleventh time.
"Okay, she's not looking."
"Who?"
"The old woman. Look, I scoped out the gate system. We can
sneak in. Piece of cake."
John felt a twinge of conscience. "I don't know."
Marty scowled at him. "Man, think of all the babes. And you're
going to wimp out on me?"
John closed his eyes momentarily and sighed. "Okay. What's the
plan?"
"Simple. We'll just jump the turnstile when she's not looking.
Easy." Marty's confidence, and his taunt, swayed John against
his better judgment.
The old woman smiled to herself as the two boys walked casually
around the ticket booth. She knew what they were up to.
**********
Marty pulled on his trunks and shut the locker, pocketing the key.
"I told you so," he grinned. "Piece of cake."
John felt a twinge of foreboding. "I don't know. There's
something about that old woman."
Marty shook his head. "What's she going to do? Toss us out?"
He started toward the door, then noticed the rule board. "Hey, it
says we're supposed to shower off first." He scoffed at what he
thought was a silly rule.
John frowned at his friend's seeming indifference. "We better.
Regular members probably do, and if we don't, they might
suspect we didn't pay."
Marty thought for a second. "You're probably right." He stepped
into a shower and turned the water on. He started when the cool
water hit him, then he adjusted to the temperature. In fact, the
water was starting to feel kind of warm.
John's shower was equally warm, but unlike Marty, John noticed
the strangely pleasant tingling sensation of the water. He soaked
in the spray, relishing how it made him feel relaxed. Neither boy
noticed the faintly pinkish mist rising in the shower.
The two walked quickly out the locker room door, eager to see
some girls. John's foot suddenly felt like it was cramping, and he
skipped, grabbing onto Marty to keep from falling. "Ow!" he cried.
"My foot's cramping!" He glanced at Marty, and was shocked at
how Marty was staring at him. "What?"
"Your voice," Marty said in a voice that seemed to crack halfway
through his words, rising in pitch.
"What the...?" John seemed oblivious to the rising pitch of his
voice, but he definitely noticed something in Marty. Was it...
could it be... Was Marty's hair getting longer? "Your hair!"
Marty had noticed the lengthening hair in his peripheral vision.
His hands reached up, grasping at the wet strands. "What the
hell?"
He glanced at John, and his mouth dropped open at the long
blond locks on John's head. Impossibly long blond hair, which
had replaced John's buzz cut. And then he looked again, at
John's face. "What's going on here?" he cried, now aware of the
tone and pitch of his own voice. "John, you're changing!" John
now had no sign of his beard stubble, nor of his mustache. His
skin looked softer, more delicate. And his eyes were somehow
rounder. Soft, round, very feminine brown eyes. And his lips!
John was sporting a pair of full, very sensuous female lips!
John's mouth hung open, startled by something he'd seen. Or
was seeing. Instantly, Marty knew. He'd seen the long reddish
hair out of the corner of his eye, and now felt it tickling his back.
He took a sharp breath, and felt something move on his chest.
With fear in his eyes, Marty glanced down, afraid of what he was
certain he was going to see. What he did see. His chest seemed
deflated, reduced in size. Except for two parts. The two large,
brown nipples, easily an inch and a half across, topped by large
nubs, and pushing outward into little cones even as he watched.
Marty glanced up at John, his mouth hanging open at the horror
of what was happening. And he saw John, his face now even
more feminine, staring at Marty's chest. He'd seen it, too. Marty
glanced back down, in time to see the cone start to round as it
continued its swelling. "I'm growing tits!" he wailed in a now-very-
feminine contralto voice. His hands reached up to the impossible
growing orbs, and Marty gasped at his hands - slight and delicate
and very feminine, with inch-long fingernails. His hands clasped
at the inflating boobs, as if to stop their growth, but they continued
to grow, rounder, fuller, and as Marty felt in his shoulders, heavier.
Marty glanced back at John, and saw John clasping his own
boobs, wide-mouthed with shock. Marty glanced at John's torso,
knowing with dread certainty what he'd see. John's waist was
much narrower, and more feminine in appearance. The
narrowness was even more accentuated by John's hips, which
had widened even as his butt rounded into an alluring feminine
shape. And even more surprisingly, John's swimsuit was
changing, flowing like liquid cloth as it rearranged itself before
Marty's eyes. It ended up a very feminine garment, riding high on
John's hips, a small swatch of cloth to conceal John's groin. But
Marty knew that, even as he watched, it would suffice, for Marty
was seeing John's manhood shrinking beneath the cloth,
stretching it less and less until it was finally flat. Marty knew
what was now between John's legs.
With a gasp of shock, Marty knew what was happening to him,
too, and he had to see. His hands fell from his now massive
boobs, allowing them to sway and bounce freely. While cupped in
his hands, they had been pressed together into remarkable
cleavage. Now, free of restraint, they hung more naturally,
leaving a gap large enough for Marty to see between. And
between them he did gaze, wondering what he'd find.
The answer, much as it had been with John, was - nothing. The
crotch of his swimsuit, now reshaped into a thong bikini, was
empty, flat, and feminine. No dick. No balls. No scrotum. Marty
looked at John, wanting to scream.
"Ladies, there is no topless sunbathing in my park."
Marty and John's heads snapped up, and they found themselves
staring at the woman from the ticket booth. Staring evenly at her
face, when they should have been looking down at her. Which
meant that somehow they'd lost height as well. "But." Marty
sputtered, his contralto voice sounding sexy and alluring.
The woman stared sternly at them. "There is no topless
sunbathing in my park," she repeated.
Marty looked down, at the huge boobs on his chest, 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 we're
not girls."
The woman looked at them knowingly. "And you don't have
passes, either, do you?" Marty swallowed, knowing that
somehow, this woman knew everything. "Come with me," the
woman ordered.
Marty glanced at John, who had a frightened look in his eyes.
They really didn't have a choice. That's what John's look told
Marty. The two turned and followed the old woman to her office.
Marty glanced down at his pendulous breasts. They seemed
huge, and swung with his every motion. They were easily the
biggest bare boobs he'd ever seen. At least, that he'd seen in
person. "I'm not a girl," he protested again. "Something changed
me. When I came in, I was a guy."
The woman nodded almost imperceptibly. "When you tried to
sneak into my facility, you mean. This facility is for girls. And
for paying guests. You are neither. But since you elected to use
the park, you can be girls."
John nodded, acknowledging that he'd been caught. "Okay, so
we got caught. The joke's over. Now can you please change us
back?" He sounded a bit desperate, and cringed at the sound of
his soft soprano voice.
The old woman smiled. "No, you don't understand." She leaned
back in her chair, steepling her fingers. "You trespassed. You
attempted to steal from me." She watched the shock spread on
the faces of these former boys. "You heard me correctly. You
attempted to steal the service and use of my park." She leaned
forward ominously. "The joke, as you say, John, is definitely not
over. I have no patience for your kind, and I intend to see that
you are properly punished."
Marty started to feel panic. "You know who we are? But how?
And how did you..."
"How did I change you?" The woman smiled innocently. "Why,
magic, of course."
John swallowed hard. "Okay, so you've changed us with some
kind of magic. How long are you going to keep us like," he
glanced down at his now very shapely figure and ample bosom,
"like this?"
The woman smiled. "Oh, my dear girls, you aren't done changing.
Not yet." She turned to Marty. "Quick. Tell me your name."
Marty looked puzzled for a moment, then replied. "Martina." His
eyes widened as he heard himself giving a female name. "Wait!"
he nearly screamed. "That's not right! I'm Martina!"
She turned to John. "And you?" She grinned wickedly. "I'll save
you the trouble. You'll never be anyone but Joanie."
John felt his eyes watering as the helplessness of his situation
sank in. "That's not true. I'm Joanie." His eyes widened as he
pronounced the name. "I'm not a girl! I'm a girl!" He looked
thoroughly rattled. "Wait! That's not right!" He began to cry.
"Why are you doing this?"
The woman turned to Martina. "Tell me what you drove here."
Martina glanced at Joanie, clearly worried. "My Neon. Daddy
gave it to me for graduation." Tears flowed down Martina's
cheeks as she fought a losing battle as the old woman rewove
reality.
The old woman turned back to Joanie. "Think about the last time
you had sex. Answer quickly - who was it?"
At the mention of sex, Joanie felt a peculiar and warm sensation,
pleasant and distracting. "Tom Hooper, the quarterback," she
recalled, and as she spoke, her eyes grew big as saucers. She
started to bawl at the realization that her memories were a
woman's memories. She was thinking of sex as a girl.
The old woman smiled to herself. "You two girls have been a bit
naughty. You know that topless sunbathing is not permitted in my
park." She pulled a pair of bikini tops from seemingly nowhere,
and of course, they matched the bottoms Martina and Joanie
were wearing. "Put these on."
Joanie hesitantly took the bra, and as she put it on, her fear
seemed to melt from her. She quickly hooked the strap and tied it
behind her neck, lifting her hair to do so as if she'd done that all
her life. She glanced at her former male friend, then laughed as
Martina struggled to stuff her large boobs into the tiny cups. "I
told you to get a bigger top, Marti."
Martina's face had a similar calming transformation. She looked
at Joanie and then stuck out her tongue. "You're just jealous
'cause I've got bigger tits." She thrust her own G-cup tits forward,
causing them to strain the fabric of her skimpy top.
Joanie seemed stung for a moment, then arched her back,
thrusting her own not-too-small bosom forward. "It's quality, not
quantity," she said defensively. "Double D is plenty big."
Martina laughed. "We've both got more than enough for what
counts." She stood, and looked at the old woman. "I'm really
sorry we were topless. We won't let it happen again."
The old woman nodded, accepting Martina's apology. "I really
suggest you wear a one-piece if you're going to use the higher
slides. Especially with such a generous bust. These two piece
suits today just don't stay on, you know."
Martina and Joanie laughed. "But they sure are good for
attracting boys." The two girls turned and headed for the door. "I
don't know why you keep wanting to come here," Joanie said to
Martina. "You know there aren't any boys." She leaned a bit
closer. "And I'm feeling a lot like some male company right now."
The old woman smiled to herself. Another pair of troublemakers
caught and punished. Well, they'd still be making trouble, only
now, it was more likely to be between the sheets.
FIN
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