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Bikini Beach: Old Mister Nelson
By Elrod W
The radio playing in the ticket booth was helping Anya relieve some of the
boredom. It was late afternoon, and there were few new customers, just enough
that she had to keep the ticket window open. Like the two fraternity guys who
had intended to pick up some girls for their fraternity's party that night. Anya
smiled to herself. She'd ignored her grandmother's rule and handled their
'special' tickets herself.
She could hear their screams from the locker room all the way out here as they
changed into bimbos. And since it was a fraternity party, she'd given their
passes a couple of extras that her grandmother wouldn't have. Both were blonde,
with tiny waists, nice full feminine rears, and big hooters. Anya laughed to
herself. Big didn't quite fit. Huge. And a libido that made them practically beg
for sex. They were going to fit into the party very nicely, thank you.
The top-of-the-hour newsbreak interrupted the music. Anya frowned, bored. She
wanted another couple of guys to mess with.
"... last three days, searchers have been concentrating their efforts in the
woods. Authorities are beginning to lose hope, but the family is trying to stay
optimistic. Mr. Nelson was last wearing khaki pants, a white polo shirt, and a
maroon bathrobe. If anyone sees Mr. Nelson, they are asked to contact the
authorities immediately. He is not considered dangerous, but due to his illness,
he is apt to be very disoriented and confused..."
Anya blocked the news from her mind. It was tragic, and saddened her. But what
upset her more was that the news reports that the family was still optimistic
were absolute nonsense. She knew - she could sense (but not as well as her
grandmother) - that the family was secretly hoping he wouldn't be found, that
their ordeal of caring for him was over. She shook her head sadly. Lord knows,
they'd suffered through enough - watching their loved father and grandfather
slowly and irrevocably lose his mental faculties, until he recognized none of
his own kin and couldn't even complete the simplest of sentences.
Something moving outside the window caught Anya's attention, derailing her sad
train of thought. She glanced up, and as recognition set in, she gasped. She
pushed the intercom button. "Grandmother, please come up front. Hurry!"
**********
The old woman eased the old haggard man to the chair, and then sat slowly beside
him, her arm on his as she sought to reassure him. His eyes were wild,
uncomprehending, and the tattered robe he wore spoke volumes of the ordeal he'd
been through.
"Should I call the cops?" Anya asked softly so as not to startle the man.
Her grandmother looked at Mr. Nelson, then at Anya. "Not yet, child." She looked
back at the poor man. "Run to the concession stand and get something for him to
drink. Juice would probably be best."
As Anya left, the old woman began rubbing his arm gently. "Don't be afraid," she
said soothingly. "I'm not going to hurt you."
**********
The old man sat quietly on the couch, staring unseeingly at Anya and the old
woman. His face seemed a lot more peaceful than when Anya had first spotted him;
she attributed that to her grandmother's magic and care.
"Well, are you going to call?" Anya asked. She was getting increasingly curious.
Her grandmother was up to something.
The old woman shook her head. "Why? So he can go back to a family, which doesn't
want him? Or so he can be warehoused in a nursing home?" She dropped her eyes.
"That's no life." She stared directly at Anya, and the girl realized that her
grandmother knew what she was feeling. "You know." It wasn't an accusation, just
a statement of fact. "You know that his family doesn't want him any more."
Anya looked confused. "Then what?"
**********
The old woman led the Mr. Nelson to the locker room, and then stood him in the
shower. Still not comprehending, he just stood as she reached in and turned on
the water, closing the curtain as she slipped her hand out of the stall.
The pink mist seemed especially thick, almost fog-like in its consistency. For a
long time, the old woman stood by the shower, watching the mist, patiently
waiting.
**********
The young lady sat on the office couch, wearing a skimpy one-piece bathing suit.
"I don't understand," she said, her face echoing the confusion in her voice.
The old woman closed her eyes, smiling sadly. "Tell me what you remember."
The girl frowned. "I don't really know. So much is... confused. Like fragments
of memories."
The old woman nodded. "You were very sick."
The girl looked, then nodded slowly. "I remember being told that. That I was
very sick and wouldn't ever get better." She looked at the old woman, and then
her eyes went wide. "But there are so many other memories..."
The old woman smiled. "I helped you get over your sickness."
The girl's eyes widened. "I had Alzheimer's, didn't I?" A growing confidence was
entering her voice. "I'm... I was... Arnold Nelson. Isn't that right?" The old
woman nodded. "And now... I'm..." the girl glanced down at her body, "a girl?"
Her nose wrinkled as she puzzled this fact. "I don't understand. How?"
The old woman smiled sadly. "Magic, of course." She smiled as she watched the
girl's reaction. "My magic can transform you, erase illness and years. But it
can only change you into a girl." She laughed. "Such is the limit of my powers."
The girl looked confused. "But why?"
"I don't know," the old woman admitted. "I'm not really sure. Except that Anya -
my granddaughter - noticed that your family really was tired, and didn't want to
care for you any more."
The girl shook her head. She was taking this remarkably well, considering the
magnitude of the changes she'd just been through. Maybe having seen the despair
of a depression or the horrors of war had tempered her against panic. "So now
what do I do?"
The old woman laughed. "Anything you want to, Dearie. You have a new life, a new
body. You can do anything you want." She leaned forward. "How would you like a
job?"
The girl's eyes widened. "A job?"
"You told me that a long time ago, you'd been a lifeguard. And this is a water
park."
The girl thought for a long time. Finally she smiled, for the first time since
the change. "I think I'd like that."
The old woman grinned. "I have some apartments next door. You can move in one -
until you decide where to stay." She stood slowly, easing the girl up. "Why
don't you look around, play a little bit? Enjoy yourself."
The girl's smile seemed to brighten with each passing second. She'd been given a
reprieve from a terrible sentence. "Fun. I haven't done anything fun in... I
don't know how long."
**********
The girl sat with Anya, watching the park patrons slowly filing out as the sun
began to set. Anya glanced at her, and then shook her head. "I don't
understand."
The girl looked at her. "What don't you understand?"
Anya wrinkled her nose, trying to figure out just what to say. "You, your
reaction. You seem almost... happy. The change usually throws people. But
you..."
The girl laughed. "Funny, isn't it?" Then she shook her head. "Have you ever
been a prisoner in your own mind?" Her voice betrayed no emotion, none of the
anguish that should have been there. "It's terrifying. You see things, but can't
understand them. You hear things, and don't know the sounds. You can't recognize
anything. You can't associate your memories - which are still clear - with the
outside world. You start to forget how to do things. Even the memories begin to
get confusing."
Anya's eyes widened. "I had no idea what it was like."
The girl nodded. "I've seen things that, at the time, were more terrifying. My
father's face, the day he got fired and we had to face the depression with no
money, no jobs, nothing. The despair on all the faces, not sure where their next
meal was coming from. And the war. Can you imagine the horror of watching your
squad, your friends, torn apart by machine guns and mortars as you try to
capture a tiny piece of coral that no-one had ever heard of?" She shook her
head. "Of course you can't. But that's nothing. Not compared to knowing and
feeling your mind go."
Anya shuddered. "It sounds so..."
"Frightening? Terrifying? Horrible?" The girl laughed again. "Trust me... it is.
Compared to all that, being changed into a girl is kind of passe."
Anya shook her head. "I still don't... what about your family?"
The girl snorted. "They loved me, but they were tired of me. After I lost my
wife, they had to take care of me. And they just got tired." She laughed
ironically. "Can you blame them? Watching dear old dad lose his mind?" She
looked down at her body. "Besides, I got about 70 more years of life. Pretty
good deal if you ask me."
Anya nodded her understanding, but was still confused. "But what about the
gender? Isn't that..."
The girl laughed aloud. "Weird? I suppose it is. But," she glanced around and
lowered her voice, "after all these years, I guess I'm entitled to indulge my
curiosity." She watched Anya, and then smiled. "Oh yes, some of us old geezers
wondered, too. Your generation didn't invented curiosity about the other sex."
Anya stood abruptly. "It's getting late, and there's a lot to do." She glanced
at the setting sun. "Probably no time to get you into an apartment tonight.
Besides, you wouldn't have anything there." She glanced at the girl. "If you'd
like, you can stay with me until we get you settled."
The girl stood, smiling. "I think I'd like that. You're a very nice young lady,
and you've been so helpful."
Anya smiled. "Okay, if you help me close up the park, we'll go get a bite to
eat." She started toward the pump house, and then stopped, turning back. "By the
way, what are we going to call you? Arnold just doesn't fit anymore, does it."
The girl laughed. "No, I guess it doesn't." She closed her eyes, looking
thoughtful. "How about Elizabeth. That was my dear wife's name. Somehow, I think
she'd be honored that I use her name, don't you?"
Anya smiled. She knew - she could sense - that she'd made a very good friend
today. And helped a poor old man. All in all, a good day.
FIN
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