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Bikini Beach: The Bet
By Julie
Butch sat at the bar of his favorite club, looking around for any likely
targets. He was a predator, although he didn't think of himself in that
light. He stood 6'3" and weighed around 225. He thought of himself as being
'buff'. He worked out regularly because he liked the high he got off of the
endorphins that the body produced during an extended workout. It was almost
as good as sex.
He never had any problems finding a sexual partner. One of his one night
stands said his good looks would make Lucifer look plain. He had, indeed
been blessed with good looks. His blonde hair brushed the top of his collar
and its natural wave made more than one woman green with envy. His eyes were
so blue that some thought he had to be wearing colored contacts.
The problem with Butch was that in spite of (and probably because of) his
stunning good looks, he was not a very likable person. He was self-centered
and firmly believed that the world owed him.
As he sat there, he looked to see which lucky girl he was going to take home
tonight. It was the same old crowd; there were no new faces. There were
some women who refused to have anything to do with him. These women turned
their backs to him because they had learned a hard lesson about Butch. They
had already been pursued, caught and dumped after one night of steamy sex.
The women that were trying to catch his eye were either beneath his standard
as far as looks went or had already been bedded by him but hadn't realized
that once the conquest had been achieved, he wasn't going to call them again.
He was about ready to leave to go to a different club when he noticed his
friend, Ross, come in. Ross was almost as good-looking as he was and had the
same views on women. They worked together selling luxury cars at the
downtown Mercedes-Benz dealership. They had competed in sales contests and
Butch had won the last one, winning a trip to Las Vegas in September.
"So what does it look like tonight?" Ross asked, as he came to a stop next to
Butch.
"Stale... nothing fresh here. I was just getting ready to head over to the
Millennium Club and see what's hot there," Butch answered.
"What do you say to making it interesting?" Ross asked.
"What do you have in mind?"
"What if we had a bet, say whoever scores the most over a three month period
is the winner," Ross said.
"And the loser?" Butch asked, thinking the idea might have some merit.
"What about the loser has to dress in drag try to pick up a guy?" Ross
suggested.
"No way! What about the loser has to bed whatever woman the winner picks
out," Butch offered.
"I don't think that's really a penalty. After all, once the lights are out
all women look alike," Ross laughed.
"Ain't that the truth!" Butch agreed. "Okay, how about this. The loser has
to escort a woman of the winners choosing out in public every night for two
weeks. That would work since everyone knows we aren't into mercy fucks."
"Ouch! I know that would make me want to be sure I won," Ross admitted.
"Then it's settled. We have the penalty for the loser, now what are the
rules?" Butch asked.
"Well, first, one woman - one count. No fucking the same woman twice. You
can if you really want to, but she only counts once. Second, we keep track
of how many we screw and at the end of three months, we write down that
number and all their names. Since we won't be discussing it before hand, we
will be less likely to lie about it," Ross said.
"Hell, that sounds good to me. I won't have to lie," Butch bragged.
"Yea, right, Monday is the 15th of June. On the 15th of August, we will meet
to compare lists and may the better man win."
"Oh, I will," Butch said, confidently.
"We'll see about that," Ross said. "Now I'm going to see if I can score here
where you have struck out."
On that parting jab, Ross walked away.
Butch sat thinking of how he was going to win that bet. Lying was out of the
question. For him to do that would to be to call his masculinity into
question, in his opinion. Right now, he had the beginnings of an idea.
* * * *
The next morning, Butch sat in his car outside of the water park. He watched
scores of beautiful women entering for a day of fun in the sun. The fact
that there were no men didn't bother him. Actually, it made things a lot
better to his way of thinking. He had been channel surfing a week ago and
stumbled on an ad for this place. It had been on the 'Lifetime' network. He
never watched that station, since it was for women, however seeing dozens of
beauties in bathing suits stopped his surfing cold. Now he was glad he did
because this was going to give him the edge he needed to win that bet with
Ross.
Picking up the bag that contained a towel and his bathing suit, he walked
toward the entrance. As he got in line, he noticed an old woman running the
admissions counter. Patiently he waited for the party of six beauties ahead
of him to get through. They all seemed to know the old woman and were
chatting. Concealing his impatience, he stood with a slight smile on his
face.
Finally, it was his turn.
"Yes, Sir. How may I assist you?" the old woman asked.
"Well, I would like to go into the park," Butch said, while thinking, 'Duh!'
"It is a membership only park, so how long would you like your pass to be
for?" she asked.
Butch stood there lost in thought. He hadn't realized you had to be a
member. 'What if I got a pass for just a week to see how it went and then I
could always upgrade if it seemed to work out,' he thought.
"We have a special on our summer passes," the old woman suggested. "They are
three months long."
"Three months, huh? I don't know that I'll want that much time," he answered.
"Oh I think you will need every minute of the full three months," she told
him, sternly.
Butch felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. It was if she knew
about the bet. He didn't want to antagonize her. She was a strange one.
"Okay, three months sounds about right. How much?" he asked.
"Our special price is $24.95. You're in luck because it is a limited offer,"
she explained.
"Yeah, right. Here's your money."
The old woman smiled.
"Welcome to Bikini Beach. The dressing room is just inside and to the left.
Please be sure to shower before you come out. Health regulations, you know."
"I showered just before I left the house, I don't need to again," Butch said
pleasantly. He hated whenever a woman told him he had to do something. It
made him dig in his heels and do just the opposite.
"I told you it's a health regulation. I won't have my park shut down because
someone wouldn't follow the rules. If you choose not to shower, you will
have to leave."
Butch was on the verge of telling the old woman to shove it, that he didn't
need her park, when a group of beautiful women in wet string bikinis emerged
from the women's dressing room. They all looked at him and smiled. The most
beautiful one of the group winked at him. That was all it took.
"I'm sorry," Butch said, giving the old woman his most winning smile. Up to
this point, it had never failed to charm whatever female he aimed it at.
"I'll go shower." He turned and entered the dressing room.
Butch switched into his Speedo's. He looked at himself in the mirror over
the sink. Damn, he looked good. The only thing he would change if he could
was the tattoo on his chest.
When he was seventeen, he went out with his buddies and they got drunk. They
all decided it would be cool to get a tattoo. He chose a death's head that
was dripping with gore. He usually kept his shirt on till the women he was
with were all worked up. Then they didn't care what the tattoo looked like.
Not that it really mattered what they thought.
Butch stood in the shower, cussing the old woman. He was so worked up, he
didn't notice the pink mist around him. Once he had won his bet with Ross,
he would never come back here.
Stepping out of the shower, he decided to take a different route out of the
dressing rooms just in case that old biddy was out there waiting for him. As
soon as he turned the corner, was he ever glad he did!
At the end of the short hall was a beautiful blonde walking towards him and
she was topless! Butch just stood there admiring the woman's breasts. She
had stopped and was likewise admiring him. Knowing this woman was looking at
him like that made Butch pull back his shoulders and turn slightly, showing
off his body in a pose he had practiced before in the mirror.
She obviously enjoyed being looked at because she thrust out her breasts and
turned just enough to show them off to their fullest advantage. Here was a
woman who apparently knew how to show off her assets. Butch figured she
would be the first notch on his bedpost towards winning his bet.
Unfortunately, he could see the old woman entering the room behind her out of
the corner of his eye. Then he noticed the beauty had a tattoo also. Only
hers was of a rose and it was on her hip. Thinking about her tattoo reminded
him of his own. As he was reaching up to cover his tattoo, he realized that
the beauty was going to put on a show for him by caressing her breasts.
Damn, the old woman was getting closer. She was almost behind the beauty.
Butch's hand covered his chest where his tattoo was and...
He had breasts! Just as the realization that there were two mounds of flesh
where there had previously been none screamed through his brain, a hand
tapped him on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry, we don't allow topless swimming at the park," the old woman said.
Butch jumped several inches when he heard her voice. How was that possible
she was behind him? She was still in the other room behind the beauty who
was now looking quite pale and shaken.
The old woman handed him a top that matched the bottom of the suit that the
beauty was wearing. That was when he realized that he was looking in a
mirror that ran from floor to ceiling and corner to corner of the wall at the
end of the hall and that somehow he had been turned into a woman!
"What's going on?!" Butch cried shrilly. His voice was almost a full octave
higher than his cultured baritone.
"This is a 'Women Only' facility. When you purchased a pass, showered and
entered the park, you became a woman," she explained. "Now put on this top."
"How long will it last? I mean, is it permanent?" Butch asked frantically.
"No, it's not permanent unless you buy a lifetime pass. It only lasts as
long as your pass, plus 12 hours," the old woman explained.
"You mean I'm going to be a woman for three months!? You knew this and you
didn't explain it to me before hand? What kind of sick pervert are you?"
Butch demanded.
"Pervert? You make it sound as if I was the type of person who would bet a
friend to see who could bed the most women in a given time period. I assure
you that I am not! And for someone who is that type of person, a few months
as a woman might just give him the insight into how a woman thinks."
Butch was stunned into silence. How did she know about the bet? He put on
the top because the old woman was standing there waiting, but suddenly, he
didn't feel like going out into the park.
"Okay, how about I leave and never come back... I never go into your park. I
return the pass, you give me my money back, or better yet, you just keep the
money. Just turn me back into my old self." Butch realized he was
practically begging and hated himself for it. Never had he ever begged a
woman for anything!
"I'm sorry, the passes are nonrefundable and nontransferable," the old woman
said.
"But what about my job? I can't go to work tomorrow looking like this! How
will I explain it to everyone? I'll be a laughing stock!"
"No, you won't. When you leave here, everybody will know you as Rhonda
Silvers. It will be as if Rodney Silvers, or Butch if you prefer, never
existed. No one will see anything out of the ordinary," she explained.
"Now, I have to go. I have other guests to see to."
"Wait... do you mean to tell me that some of the women out there are... er,
were men?" Butch asked.
"Actually, about 7% of them are. Now I must go." With that, she turned and
left.
Butch leaned against the table, stunned. There was no way he was going out
into the park. Hell, there was no reason to now. He went back to the locker
where he had left his clothes.
When he opened the locker, the items in there had changed. Gone were his
designer jeans and shirt. In their place was a denim skirt and lacy blouse
and bra. There was a purse on the shelf where he had left his wallet. He
dug in the purse and pulled out the ID The driver's license was indeed for
Rhonda Silvers and the address was the same. The picture was of the beauty
in the mirror. It had to be true. He really was Rhonda now.
Rhonda dressed, her mind in a whirl. She didn't even notice that she had
dressed in the feminine clothing as if she had been doing it all her life.
She left the park and was relieved to see she her black Mercedes hadn't
changed.
Back at her apartment, she looked around in shock. Gone was the bachelor's
pad she had been so proud of. In its place was a monument to femininity.
There were lace curtains and throw pillows and plants. Oddly enough, she
found it soothing. The rest of the day was spent in trying to find out as
much about herself as possible.
The next morning, she went to work dressed in a professional looking skirt
and blazer. As she walked into the dealership, she kept expecting to be
denounced or laughed at. Quite the opposite, everyone treated her as if
everything was normal. While she was getting her morning cup of coffee, Ross
came over to her.
"Well, have you thought about it?" he asked.
"About what?" Surely there wasn't a bet. Rhonda was relieved that Ross was
still her friend. She needed to talk to someone about what was going on.
"About you taking me with you to Las Vegas. Hey, I promise, with me you'll
be a winner every night," Ross replied, with a wink.
Rhonda's hopes of a friend to talk to were dashed. She had changed, but Ross
hadn't. He was still interested in only one thing. She just had to make
sure he never got it. Although maybe there was a way to have him as a friend
without the sex.
"Gee, Ross, I haven't made up my mind who I plan to take," she said. "I want
it to be someone who I can have fun with during the day as well as at night."
Ross paused. 'Why not,' he thought. 'The chase is half the fun.'
"Tell you what, why don't we go out to dinner tomorrow and you can see how
much fun I can be. Strictly platonic, mind you," he said, putting his plan
into effect.
"Thanks, I'd like that," Rhonda replied. It wouldn't be too hard to keep
Ross in his place since she already knew all the moves.
Thus began a dance of advances and retreats. Ross had never had to work so
hard for a woman before. Usually he knew when to cut his loses and move onto
the next babe. However there was something different about Rhonda that he
had never noticed before and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. In any
case, he found he didn't want to give up and move on.
Rhonda found that eluding Ross' advances was exhilarating. She knew she just
how to keep him at arms length till the middle of August without chasing him
off. She never thought about making any female friends. Besides, things
seemed to be going fairly smoothly. Being a woman wasn't all that tough.
Then three weeks later, Rhonda learned what a period was like. Maybe being a
woman wasn't all fun and games like she had thought. Once it was over, she
found she had a new respect for what women had to go through. Never again
would she tease a chick about being 'on the rag'.
The three months passed quickly. Rhonda found that she sold more cars than
Butch ever had. Ross was fun to be around and he had stopped being so
obvious about taking her to bed. If the old woman was telling the truth,
then on the day after tomorrow she would turn back into Butch. She had been
toying with an idea for almost two weeks now. What if she gave into Ross'
desires to make love to her. It would be her only chance to see what it felt
like to have sex as a woman. She would be able to use that to her advantage
once she was Butch again. Finally, she made up her mind. Ross was going to
get lucky tonight!
That night, when Ross showed up to take her out, Rhonda was dressed for
seduction. Her black jeans looked as if they had been painted on. The tight
sweater had a V-neck that more than hinted at the luscious mounds under it.
She was wearing 4-inch heels that made her legs look impossibly long.
"I though we might come back here after dinner for a quiet evening, if it's
all right with you," Rhonda suggested.
Ross smiled. "What ever you want is fine by me," he said as he escorted her
to his car.
Rhonda found she wasn't very hungry. After pushing her food around on the
plate, it was time to go home. Once they were back in her apartment, she
suddenly became shy. Ross took her in his arms and kissed her slowly.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked breathlessly, after a long
passionate kiss. "I want you to be sure."
Rhonda was surprised. Ross was giving her the chance to back out.
"Y-yes, I'm sure," she replied.
Ross picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. What followed was far
beyond anything she had ever imagined. Ross was definitely skilled and he
brought her to a shuddering climax long before he entered her. It was a
night of mutual exploration and satisfaction that lasted into the small hours
of the morning.
A day and a half later, Butch left his apartment to meet Ross at the club.
He wasn't looking forward to it. Tonight was the 15th of August and it was
time to settle the bet. He was looking forward to telling Ross everything
now that he was back to his old self.
Ross was at the bar, gazing around as if he were looking for someone.
"Looking for me?" Butch asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess. The bet, right?" Ross seemed somewhat distracted.
"Well, you won," Butch stated. "In the last three months I haven't been to
bed with a single girl, so I guess you win."
"Me either," Ross said.
Butch started to ask what about Rhonda when he remembered that after he
changed back, it was as if Rhonda never existed.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Well, I've been thinking about settling down and starting a family lately,"
Ross confessed.
"Who's the lucky girl?" Butch asked, surprised and oddly disappointed.
"I don't know. I haven't met her yet. I just decided I'm tired of this
lifestyle. I'm not getting any younger, you know," Ross admitted.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Well, I hope you find her," Butch said. Then
he turned and left the club.
The next morning, the old woman was enjoying talking to some of the regulars
in line when she saw a familiar face.
"I really expected you back yesterday," she said with a smile.
"Well... you were right. It took every minute of the full three months and
then some," Butch said, sheepishly.
"What can I do for you today?" she asked, with an understanding smile.
Taking a deep breath, Butch replied. "I would like to purchase a lifetime
pass, please."
Once the words were out, Butch relaxed. This felt so very right. His trip
to Las Vegas was scheduled in three weeks and he hoped that Rhonda and Ross
might make use of one of the many wedding chapels while they were out there.
"Yes, sir," the old woman replied, smiling. "By the way, you will make a
beautiful bride."
The End
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