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Bikini Beach: Skinheads
By Elrod W
"And stay out!" The fat mall cop stood in the door, glaring angrily at the three
young men standing outside the mall entrance. "If you're caught on these
premises again, you'll be arrested for trespassing."
Brian Flannery extended his middle digit at the mall cop. "Up yours, you old
geezer."
"Yeah," another boy, Tommy Smith, echoed the sentiment, "fuck off!"
The three turned away from the mall, having just been ejected for harassing an
older black woman. And it wasn't their first time, either. They were part of the
so-called Ivory League, named because they believed in skin color as white as
possible. Typical skinheads - arrogant youth who'd fallen victim to
disinformation and stupidity. They'd all been arrested at one time or another
for beating up minorities; women, children, and old men - it didn't matter to
these kids. All were inferior, and therefore viable targets.
"So where to now?" Marty Long asked his cohorts. "Bus stop?"
The bus stops were favorite targets of theirs. If they couldn't find some
helpless victim to taunt and rob, they could always paint their vicious slogans
and taunts on the shelters.
Brian shook his head. "Too early. Too many cops out right now."
Except for the being two inches taller, he was nearly indistinguishable from his
friends. All wore dark blue jeans, polished army boots, blood-red T-shirts, and
black leather jackets embroidered with the Nazi flag on one sleeve. Their hair
was uniformly cut as short as possible, a cut that would leave a drill sergeant
proud. And all wore a small gold ring in their left ear.
Tommy, the leader, took charge. There was something about him that told an
onlooker that he was in command. "How about we go to the beach and try to pick
up some babes?"
Though they were obsessed with racial purity, the boys were not immune to the
working of their own bodies, and more specifically, to the hormones flooding
through their systems. They wanted to attract and pick up girls - like any other
red-blooded boys.
But the beach was a bad idea. They were too conspicuous, and a few large black
men started to gather, ready and eager for a showdown with these racist punks.
The trio retreated quickly, fleeing a sure thrashing.
"Damn, even the beaches are ruined with `em," Brian commented acidly, trying to
save face with his friends by making it seem that they'd left by choice rather
than from cowardice.
"Yeah," Tommy agreed, "too bad there's not..." He broke off, leaning forward in
the car and pointing. "Hey, what's that?"
Marty slowed, and then followed Tommy's gaze. It was a billboard with a very
large advertisement, which had caught his eye. Marty shook his head. "Must be
new. I've never seen it before."
"Let's check it out," Brian said enthusiastically. "If it's half as good as the
ad..."
"And all white girls," Tommy added with a grin.
**********
The boys bounced and joked as they crossed the parking lot, conspicuous in their
getup. "Look at that one," Marty said with a leer, gazing at an attractive young
lady heading toward the gate.
"Looks like I found the jackpot," Tommy said, grinning. "Haven't seen of them."
They stopped at the ticket booth. "May I help you?" The young lady inside the
booth was very clipped, as if she found these young men objectionable. Which, in
truth, she did.
Marty grinned. "Yeah, you can go out with me tonight."
The young lady shook her head. "In your dreams." She pressed a button.
"Grandmother, we've got some customers that I think you should deal with."
"Calling for help little girl?" Tommy taunted, laughing with his friends. He
looked at the girl in the booth, and then let his gaze wander. "Oh, crap," he
spat with disgust as he stared at a very obviously Hispanic girl entering the
park. "Looks like they don't have any class here, either!"
Marty followed his gaze. "Well, shit, it's fitting," he spat the words.
"Where else would you find wetbacks?"
The other two boys laughed at his joke, which he said loud enough that the girl
had heard. She stiffened, visibly angered by their racist and insensitive
comment. Her jaw clenched in rage, she stomped into the park.
"Yeah, and they've probably got a bunch of slant-eyes in there, too," Tommy said
sarcastically. "They're ruining the neighborhoods everywhere."
Marty noticed a movement in the ticket booth. He turned to see an older woman
step beside the young lady.
"What's up, Anya?" the old woman asked.
Anya looked disdainfully at the boys. "These gentlemen want to buy passes."
Tommy grinned. More fodder. "Anya. What kind of foreign..."
His words froze in his mouth at the glare he got from the old woman. It was
terrifying, as if she were staring into his very naked soul, mercilessly prying
into his inner being. He shuddered as the words died in his throat.
"Yeah, that's right grandma," Marty said sarcastically, mocking Anya. "We want
passes. And I think we should get some kind of discount, seeing how you let some
of `them' in."
The old woman glared at him. "Passes you may purchase. But be warned - I do not
tolerate your kind of hatred in my park. If you make any trouble for any of my
patrons, I will have you removed."
Marty snorted derisively. "Yeah, right." And then he caught a glimpse into the
old woman's eyes. It was as if, for a brief moment, he saw her raw power. He
shut up.
**********
The boys pulled on their trunks, baring the tattoos on their arms. Tattoos
designed to demonstrate their racial hatred. Tattooed symbols of oppression,
designed to give offense. They were proud of them.
"The old lady said to shower," Marty recalled as Tommy headed for the door.
"Bullshit," Tommy called. But he couldn't open the door. He pushed heavily, even
bashing into it with his shoulder. Still, the door wouldn't budge.
"Hey," Brian commented sarcastically, "maybe it's magic."
On cue, the showers turned on - by themselves. Marty flinched, causing Brian to
laugh. "Cute trick. She locks the door, and then has it rigged to turn on the
showers. And you fell for it!" He slapped Tommy's outstretched hand, mocking his
own friend.
Marty shook his head and stepped into the shower. "Hey guys," he called after a
second, "this is pretty neat."
Brian looked at Tommy curiously. "It's just a shower."
"No, it's like a shower massage. Feels pretty cool," Marty answered.
Brian glanced at Tommy, and then stepped into an empty shower stall. Tommy did
likewise. "Wow," Brian said after a moment. "This is some kind of fancy shower."
None of the boys noticed the faint pink mist rising around them as they enjoyed
the relaxing shower.
The three boys stepped out of the locker room, ready for some fun. And as they
emerged into the sun, Brian noticed something. "Hey, Tommy," he said, his eyes
widening at the sound of his voice in his ears. It sounded wrong. "Something's
weird here, man."
Tommy turned, feeling a bit uncomfortable for some strange reason. "What do you
mean?" he asked, surprising himself with his own voice. It was higher, softer.
And then he saw Brian and Marty. His eyes widened in shock. "What the hell...?"
Brian and Marty were likewise staring at him and each other. Something was very,
very wrong.
Marty's hair was darkening and lengthening even as they watched. No longer a
sandy blonde, it was more of a deep auburn, a very dark brunette with a touch of
red and getting longer with each passing second. Down below his ears, down to
his shoulders, and showing no sign of stopping.
Tommy glanced at Brian, and his mouth widened even more. Brian's hair was jet
black and straight, getting longer just like Marty's. And he seemed... shorter?
Then Tommy glanced down. Brian had... boobs! There was no mistaking the big
round dark nipples on Brian's chest; tiny little tits, swelling and growing and
getting rounder even as he watched. And below that, Brian's waist seemed to be
in a vise, tugging inward even as his hips seemed to get a little wider. His
swimsuit was changing as well, getting smaller, lighter, with the sides pulling
up until they were waist-hugging panties.
Brian's mouth hung open as he stared at his friend. Tommy seemed to be tanned.
Very tanned. And it wasn't stopping. His skin darkened past tan to light coffee
and onward to a dark coffee color. His hair, short and straight and blonde,
began to sprout even as it darkened to match his skin, winding and kinking into
tight little curls. Tommy's lips swelled, growing large and full, while his nose
flattened a bit. His cheeks seemed to push up and out, while his forehead
receded ever so slightly.
Brian tore his gaze from Tommy's face, and he suppressed a scream. On Tommy's
chest, round purplish nipples capped a pair of large and still-growing boobs.
Big round boobs. Below that, Brian saw Tommy's waist shrink, narrowing
impossibly, while his hips widened considerably. From his vantage point, Brian
saw Tommy's ass puffing up, getting rounder and softer like an inflating
balloon.
Marty looked from Tommy to Brian and back, then back to Brian. Brian was
definitely shorter. Shorter and... more delicate? Much slighter of build. And...
his eyes! His eyes were changing! As Marty watched, Brian's eyes changed to a
perfect almond shaped, developing the characteristic epicanthic fold of Asians.
Marty felt his own hair brushing against his back, felt his chest swaying and
bouncing with his every motion. He knew, with a dread certainty that whatever
changes he'd seen in Tommy and Brian were also happening to him. He glanced down
at his chest, at the darker skin and the big round breasts. His hands lifted to
touch them, and he saw the long red-painted fingernails. He opened his mouth to
scream.
"Girls, there is no topless sunbathing in my park." It was the old woman's
voice.
The boys spun as one to face the old woman. "What... what have you done to us?"
Marty finally asked horrified at the soft sexy voice with a thick Latin accent
that sprang from his mouth.
The old woman held forth three bikini tops, matching the bottoms the boys now
wore. Hesitantly, not knowing what else to do, the boys took the garments and
with a great deal of difficulty, helped each other fasten them on.
"What have you done to us?" Marty asked again after his boobs were cradled in
the skimpy bikini.
The old woman gestured for the boys to follow her. With glances at each other,
then finally gave in, trailing her as she walked to her office. Inside, they
sat, waiting for her to say something.
"You offended some of my guests," the old woman said. "You and your kind are a
pestilence, a scourge on civilization. Normally, I don't interfere with your
brand of stupidity and intolerance. But when you offend my patrons, I take
notice."
Marty glanced at his pals. "So, what? You used magic on us?" He couldn't believe
the voice and accent.
The old woman smiled. "You aren't as stupid as I thought," she said. "Yes, I
used magic on you. Since you hate people who are different, I made you into what
you hate. Now, you have to learn first-hand that people aren't so different."
Marty felt a bit of defiance. "You can't do this! We have rights!"
The old woman smiled. "Who are you?"
Marty glanced at his friends, a puzzled expression on his features. "Martina
Lopez," he finally answered. His brown eyes widened in surprise as he realized
what he'd said.
"And you?"
Tommy looked fearfully at Marty and Brian, and then opened his mouth. "Tomika
Smith," he said slowly. Like Marty, he was surprised by the voice ringing in his
ears, soft and high and very feminine.
The old woman turned to Brian. With a shudder, he opened his mouth. "I am Mi-
Ling Chan," he answered, stunned at the softness of his voice and the definite
oriental accent.
"Why are you doing this?" Tomika asked softly, her eyes wide with fear.
The old woman sat impassively. "Until you learn your lesson, you will live in
these forms, as the minorities you so brutally and viciously tormented. You get
a chance to see what your victims experience, to see what their lives are like.
To learn for yourselves that people aren't so different." She sat back in her
chair. "And then, maybe, I'll change you back."
Martina tried to muster some courage. "You can't get away with this. Someone
will miss us."
The old woman smiled, which sent a chill through Martina. "You underestimate
me," she said. "You have always been who you now appear to be. The boys you were
never existed, except in your minds." She leaned forward, and then frowned. "Oh
yes, those tattoos. They just won't do." She waved her hand, and as the boys
watched, the Nazi swastikas morphed, changing into roses. Other tattoos simply
vanished. No trace of their racist emblems remained. "Now get out of here."
The boys rose nervously. They didn't know what to do, except to leave this very
angry and powerful woman. Slowly, they began to shuffle to the door.
"Oh, and by the way," the old woman added, "those bodies have normal ... needs."
She smiled knowingly. "You will be careful, now won't you? If you get pregnant,
even I can't change you back."
Martina's mouth dropped open at her implications. "No way," she finally
declared. "I won't do anything like that."
The old woman shrugged. "We shall see."
The boys walked out, to their uncertain futures as women of the very races
they'd despised.
Martina, once Marty, was now a sensuous Hispanic girl with long rich wavy hair,
an ample figure, and an accent to drive men wild.
Tomika, once Tommy, was now a tall lithe black woman, generously endowed and
curvy, with the appeal of a fashion model.
Mi-ling, once Brian, was now a tiny exotic Oriental woman, fine and delicate and
ever so exciting with her soft voice and Chinese accent.
Anya glanced over her shoulder, watching them leave as she stepped into the
office. "They won't be much of a problem any more, will they?"
The old woman smiled. "No, they won't. Except to the men who get them pregnant."
Anya's mouth dropped open. "You didn't..."
The old woman smiled knowingly. "They never would learn. So they have condemned
themselves to live their lives as what they hate. Including having to raise
children fighting against the very racism they once believed." She shook her
head. "Such a stupid waste. They really could have amounted to something."
FIN
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