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Bikini Beach: The Gift Certificate
Elrod W
Something strange was going on, Rick knew. That new water park, Bikini Beach,
was a tremendous success; everyone was talking about how great it was. Yet
something - some little quirk - tugged at the back of Rick's mind. The park was
advertised as a haven for young ladies. So why weren't there hordes of guys
going there - to pick up the babes?
Perhaps other guys weren't paying attention to the little details, but Rick was.
And that was the crux of Rick's problem. Rick was a nerd. A bookworm. Four-eyes.
And any one of dozens of taunts and names used by the more popular students to
describe his type. Almost mathematically precise in his logic and reasoning,
Rick turned off girls. They had no time for him. The only time any guys included
Rick was when he tutored the jocks and studs ? just to they could pass and keep
their eligibility.
Rick was weary of that game. And so, when one of the cheerleaders taunted him
that he probably couldn't pick up a girl - even at Bikini Beach, Rick's mind set
to work.
Four thousand two hundred and eighteen people went in. He'd spent the entire day
sitting, watching, and counting. And now, as the park closed, he counted.
Finally, he glanced at the totals. Four thousand, two hundred and eighteen
people came out. Rick raised his eyebrows. No surprise. Except... some nagging
little detail wasn't quite right.
Rick looked at his figures again. Four thousand ninety-two girls went in. That
meant the remaining one hundred twenty six were guys. Rick smiled to himself.
Good odds. Even a socially backward person like him would have a good chance.
Then he glanced at the figures for the people who came out. Four thousand two
hundred eighteen girls.
Rick did a double take. That was impossible. No guys came out? He looked at the
numbers again. He must have made some mistake - the totals agreed, but if that
were true...
**********
Rick was meandering through the food court at the mall, looking for the taco
stand. He frowned, wrinkling his nose, as he came to where he thought it was.
Instead of the little taco stand, however, there was a little curiosity shop,
complete with a weathered door and an overhanging sign that read "Spells R Us."
Rick almost continued. Almost. But his curiosity got the better of him. Maybe he
could find some new ideas for his D&D campaign. The bell over the door tinkled
as he opened it.
"Can I help you, Rick?" The voice was sweet and melodious.
Rick spun his head and spied the voice's owner, a young lady, a beautiful young
lady. Rick's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he gazed upon her loveliness.
"Um, how did you...?"
"Know your name?" The girl smiled. "Think about it. Spells R Us. Spells. Magic."
She smiled again. "Now, I think I can help you."
"With what?" Rick was confused. This seemed so... impossible.
"With your question, of course. You see, I know that you want to believe. But
your ultra-rational logical mind is a barrier." There was a twinkle in her eyes,
as if she knew exactly what was on Rick's mind.
"Believe... what?"
"In magic, of course. You're confused about what you think you saw at Bikini
Beach. Fun place, by the way. Best water park I've ever been to." She looked
thoughtful for the briefest of moments. "Think about it. If the same number of
people came out as went in, but the people were different coming out, then
something magical must have happened to those people while they were inside."
Rick frowned. "But that's impossible. That would mean that over a hundred..."
The girl smiled. "One hundred twenty-six."
Rick looked up at her, amazed yet again. That was the exact number. "...guys
turned into girls."
"And therein lies the answer to your social life."
Rick frowned. "Are you suggesting that I go... that I change... into a girl?"
The young lady smiled. "That would be one way."
Rick's eyes widened, and then a grin slowly spread over his face. "But if I got
a friend to go in, and he changed, then..." The grin spread practically from ear
to ear. "Thanks." He rushed from the store.
"Who was that, Danni?" A robed older man emerged from the back of the store.
"Was that Rick?"
The girl smiled. "Yes, master. He wasn't going to get anything here, but he was
interested in Bikini Beach."
The old man smiled. "She's running a good trade, I have to give her that. Well,
is he going?"
Danni grinned. "No, he's going to try to trick a friend into changing."
**********
"Can I help you?"
Rick felt a chill as he looked at the old woman. Even through the glass, her
gaze was unnerving. "Uh, yeah," he stammered. "I'd like to buy a membership."
The woman looked impassively at him. "It's a present. For a friend." The lines
sounded contrived.
The woman just looked at him. "How long a pass? Permanent, annual, month, week?"
Rick thought for a second. If he wanted a girlfriend, then it had to be long-
term. "Uh, permanent, I guess."
The woman quoted the price. Rick gulped. This was going to nearly wipe out his
recreation fund. On the other hand, it should be worth it. He peeled the bills
from his wallet and paid. In response, the old woman handed him a clipboard with
a form on it. Rick took the pen she offered and stood to one side of the ticket
window, concentrating as he filled out the form.
**********
"Happy birthday," Rick said with a smile as he handed the envelope to his best
friend. Like him, Allen was more bookish than most, and kind of small and wiry.
Allen looked quizzically at the envelope, and then began to pry it open. "I
won't say you shouldn't have, because you should have." His curious expression
turned to open-mouthed surprise as he read the card. "Bikini Beach? Wow!" he
stammered, trying to find appropriate words to express his delight. "That place
is... Wow!"
Rick smiled knowingly, trying to conceal his own excitement. "Well, you've
always been a good buddy, and I figured that I'd want something like this, so I
guessed you'd like it too."
"Wow, man! This is great!" Allen was almost too excited to speak. "I hear that
place is packed with babes!"
Rick grinned. "Yeah, that's what I heard too."
Allen gave Rick a slap on the back. "Let's go check it out!"
Inwardly, Rick was excited. He wanted Allen to check this place out - and soon!
But outwardly, he tried to act disappointed. "I wish I could. I've got to work
this afternoon." Yeah, work at getting my apartment ready for screwing the
female you, his mind thought.
Allen looked disappointed. "Let's go tomorrow, then." Always a buddy. Always
wanting to share.
Rick shook his head. "No sense in you being bored just cause I have to work. You
go on. You can tell me about it tonight." He gave Allen a playful punch. "That
is, unless you're busy with other things tonight."
Allen looked momentarily confused, and then he grinned. "I hope so."
**********
Allen slipped on his trunks, and then turned on the shower. He was a bit
surprised at how small the men's locker was, but then he thought of what that
meant. The women's locker had to be very big. The male-to-female ratio had to be
in his favor. He grinned as he turned on the shower.
He might have thought it curious that the old woman had been so insistent about
taking a shower, but his mind was distracted by thoughts of bikinis and the
bodies they contained. Thus it was that Allen missed noticing the faint pink
mist rising in the shower around him as the invigorating spray rinsed and
tingled his skin.
Allen stepped quickly out of the shower, flipping the handle off so he could get
out to the women. And what women they were, he thought with a grin. Judging from
the girls he'd seen coming in, there weren't any unattractive girls in the whole
place.
Allen almost tripped, but he caught his balance. Though he was a nerd, tripping
while walking wasn't one of his problems. Tripping on a sidewalk? He thought it
a bit strange. Like the heaviness in his chest. That was peculiar, too. And the
way his walking felt. Like his hips were different. Allen frowned. Another thing
his analytical mind noticed was that things seemed a bit taller. As if he'd
shrunk a bit. And what was that annoying thing tickling his back?
"Young lady, I'll have none of that in my park."
Allen looked up, and saw the old woman from the ticket booth. He frowned. "I
don't understand. What?" he asked.
The woman grasped an arm and turned him, until he faced a mirror. Allen gasped.
The old woman was holding the arm of... a babe? But that was impossible. Wasn't
it? The facts began to click in Allen's brain. Assuming that this was possible,
the reflection he saw in the mirror would explain a lot. The long blonde locks
were what had been tickling his back. The large bosoms were weighing down his
chest, causing the tugging and swaying sensations. His hips were indeed wider,
accounting for the changed walk he'd noticed. Even the swimsuit - altered into a
woman's skimpy bikini bottom.
Allen opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The entire thing was
too impossible. "What...?"
"There is no topless sunbathing in my park," the old woman said sternly.
"But I'm not..." The words ended abruptly, and Allen's shocked expression faded
slowly.
"You're not... what? You're not sure how you lost your top?"
Allen shook his head, and then smiled. "I think that's it."
"What's your name?"
Allen looked puzzled, then a tranquil expression settled in. "Alana." She
reached out and took the bikini top, which had mysteriously appeared in the old
woman's hand. "I'm really, really sorry. Sometimes I just forget." She giggled.
"My boyfriend likes it when I do that." With a practiced precision, Alana tied
the bikini top on. "I'm very sorry. It won't happen again." With a contented
smile, Alana turned and walked to the sandy beach. She did, after all, have to
work on her tan.
**********
Rick sat in his car, waiting by the exit. Allen should be coming out any time
now. But how was he going to recognize him after the changes, he suddenly
thought. Allen wouldn't be coming out ? a hot babe would. Rick frowned. This
might not be easy.
A very attractive and stacked girl bounced happily to Rick's car. "Hi, Ricky,"
she said in a kitten voice. She opened the door and slid in, dumping a duffel
bag in the back seat. "Ready?"
Rick swallowed. Allen - or whatever she was called now - was a total babe!
"Sure," he said while trying to simultaneously keep from drooling on the
floormats and start the car.
The girl smiled at him. "You know, I've just got to get a new suit. The top
keeps coming off!"
Rick could understand why. She was built. Very large, and from what showed
through her halter-top, very firm boobs. Nice thin waist. Gorgeous round ass.
Long sexy legs. His gaze drifted up. To her long wavy blonde hair, hanging
behind her back. To her full sexy lips. Big round eyes, wide and innocent-
looking. Rick felt himself getting horny.
"Do you still want to go out tonight, or can we just stay home?" Her invitation
was delivered in a breathy voice, dripping with sex appeal, making abundantly
clear her intentions.
Rick grinned to himself. "I think you could talk me into staying home."
**********
Rick lay on his back, barely covered by the sheet. Alana - that's what the
female version of Allen called herself - was lying on his arm, her blonde locks
splayed around her on the pillow, like a golden halo surrounding her angelic
face. He'd lost track of how many times she - she! - had screwed him. She was
insatiable! And great! The grin seemed permanent - Rick figured that if he died,
no mortician in the world would be able to chisel the smile from his face.
He felt Alana stirring. She was awake again. She looked up at Rick, smiling.
Then she shifted, gave him a quick kiss, and moved her hand into his crotch. As
Rick felt himself stirring again, Alana began kissing his chest, working her way
lower and lower toward his groin. Rick felt a shudder of pleasure course through
his body. For a short moment, he thought about his investment. Definitely worth
it, he mused. Then his mind was consumed by more primal thoughts.
**********
Rick rolled over, still smiling. He was thinking of the evening's sex, and
couldn't help but smile. And Alana was permanently his. He turned his head to
look at his new creation.
And Rick froze. Something was wrong. It wasn't Alana sleeping on the pillow
beside him. It was... Allen!
Rick sat up abruptly. "What the hell..." he gasped, startled but softly.
And as he sat up, Rick knew something was wrong. It was a combination of things,
which alerted him: the long hair waving around his face, the heavy bouncy
sensation on his chest, the softer sound of his voice. Rick glanced down, and
nearly screamed in shock. Attached to his chest were two large breasts. Two very
large breasts! His hands reached up to touch them, to grasp them, to confirm
their existence. And Rick saw his hands - tiny and delicate and undeniably
feminine! With red-painted nails, no less! Rick clutched the breasts, feeling
their softness in his hands, while at the same time he felt hands - his hands ?
cupping his chest. His boobs.
Something suddenly occurred to Rick. With a panicked look on his face, Rick tore
the sheet back as he gazed down the canyon that was his new cleavage. This time,
he did scream, even if it was muffled. For between his legs, framed by a neatly
shaven patch of dark pubic hair, was ... nothing! No dick. No balls. No manhood.
Just the soft mound of pubic hairs.
Rick felt faint, but he fought it off. If it weren't so dim, he knew what he'd
find even as his hand slid down to discover that his crotch wasn't empty. It was
just no longer male. He now had a fully-formed female sex.
**********
Rick was still sitting on the edge of the bed staring at his nude female body
when the sun came up. He wondered what had gone wrong. He'd given the pass to
Allen. So why was he now changed?
Finally, after tormenting himself trying to understand, Rick rose and padded
softly to the bathroom. He nearly started to pee standing, then remembered the
change. And when he turned and sat, he nearly fell in the toilet.
That task done, Rick rummaged through his closet, being surprised to find that
all of his clothes were now her clothes. Everything had changed. He pulled on a
pair of jeans - damn they were tight - and a loose peasant blouse, and then
slipped on a pair of sandals. He picked up his keys from the kitchen table,
taking care not to wake Allen. And to his surprise, or lack of it at this point,
there was a small clutch purse under his keys. Not knowing what else to do, he
took the purse with him, since it now contained his wallet.
Rick drove frantically, breaking the speed limit nearly everywhere, and running
two or three red lights. Fortunately for him, there were no cops around, so he
arrived at Bikini Beach without attracting too much attention. He slammed the
car door shut and ran awkwardly toward the ticket booth.
The old woman was cleaning up, preparing to open. Rick banged on the glass to
get her attention.
"I'm not open yet," the old woman said with a frown.
"But something's wrong!" Rick protested. "I'm not supposed to be like this!" He
opened his arms, indicating his body.
The old woman disappeared, and reappeared around the corner of the booth.
"Didn't you buy a membership?" she asked with a tone that indicated she knew the
answer.
"Yes," Rick answered, "but it was a gift. For a friend."
The woman retrieved a clipboard from the ticket booth, and then began flipping
through the papers. Finally, she stopped on one. "Rick Jackson, correct?"
Rick nodded. "Uh huh."
The woman shrugged. "Well, you bought the pass. You got the changes."
Rick looked momentarily stunned. "But it was a gift!"
The woman handed him the paper. "Whose name is on the form?"
Rick looked, and then looked at the old lady. "Mine. But it was a gift!"
The old woman pointed to a line of small type at the bottom of the form. "It's
in your name. Not your friend's."
Rick read the fine print. "But..." he began to protest.
The old woman shook her head. "The membership is in your name. So the benefits
of membership go to you. That's the rule. And it's not my fault if you don't
read the fine print."
Rick began to wail. "But that means I'm going to be..."
The old woman nodded. "Your dream girl. Big breasts, nice figure, long wavy
hair, movie-star looks, and insatiable sexual appetite."
Rick felt tears coming. "But I don't want to be a girl! I just wanted to..."
The old woman looked sternly at Rick. "To trick a friend? To take advantage of a
friend? Doesn't sound like you were being too friendly, now, does it?" She
tilted her head back. "What's your name?"
Rick looked puzzled for a brief second. "Rhonda," she answered. "It says so on
my membership application. See?" She pointed to the name on the paper. Rhonda
Jackson. She looked up at the old woman. "I'm so sorry to bother you this early.
I don't know what I was thinking." She smiled, a warm and friendly smile. "I
think I'll get back to my apartment. My boyfriend might still be there." She
felt a warmth between her legs. "I"ll have to see if I can get him up. If you
know what I mean." Rhonda turned, and with her hips swaying in a most sexy and
becoming manner, sauntered to her car.
The old woman watched her depart, and then returned to the booth. She picked up
the telephone and dialed a number from memory. "Hi, Danni? Is the old coot
there?" A pause. "Well, tell him I won. Yeah, Rick got caught in his own game."
Another pause. "No, just him. He didn't to get the other one." She held the
phone a bit longer. "What else? I should have sent him over, so he could see for
himself. Quite a sex kitten, too! Tell the old geezer that he owes me dinner."
She hung up the phone, smiling. It wasn't often that she won a bet against the
wizard.
FIN
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