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Bikini Beach: Julie's Dilemma This is the prize for my first story-writing contest, for Julie (who wrote the winning entry). Julie provided the idea, and I filled in the details. So she gets most of the credit for this one. Now whether this story bears any resemblance to reality is a question to ask Julie, not me. [email protected] ********************************************************** Bikini Beach: Julie's Dilemma By Elrodw Julie eased herself out of the overstuffed chair, then picked up her dessert plate. She glanced at her husband Bashful, sitting uncomfortably on the couch. Uncomfortably, because he would much rather be sprawled on the couch watching television, or hunched over his computer, typing yet another story. Julie suppressed the smile. Entertaining, especially rather formally, was not on his list of favorite things. "Finished?" she asked graciously, as if she couldn't see from the scant crumbs that the cake was, indeed, gone. She took his plate, then turned to her guests. Raymond sat beside Bashful on the couch, looking as if he were the dominant person in this household instead of Bash. He was comfortable here - clearly a long-time friend used to visiting; his every mannerism was relaxed and confident. "Oh, yeah," he said quickly when he realized Julie was collecting the plates. "I'm finished." It was a blatant lie. His cake was only half-eaten, so much had he been talking that he hadn't had the time to eat it all. "This cake is really good, Julie," he complemented. Then he hastened to stand. "Let me help you clean up a bit." He scooped his plate from the coffee table, then, with a quick smile toward Julie, retrieved his wife's plate. Julie studied Millicent, better known as Millie, as Raymond took her plate. She sat in the rocker, across from Ray, and she stared hard at him. Her eyes were narrow slits, as if to conceal some inner seething anger, and the curt 'thank you' she said when Ray took her plate would have made liquid nitrogen seem toasty warm. As Ray followed Julie into the kitchen, she could feel Millie's icy stare at her back. Ray set the plates on the counter beside the sink. "Millie's being a bit bitchy again," Ray said with the air of someone discussing the weather. Julie ignored his comment. She knew - and dreaded - what was coming next. Ray's voice was a bit hushed, as if to conceal a secret. "I guess you can understand why I'm not attracted to her any more." Julie turned hastily. "Ray, don't," she pleaded. Ray feigned innocence. "What? You don't want me to tell you that I find you incredibly sexy? That I'm really attracted to you, in a way I can't be toward Millie? That I'd really like it if you'd consider..." "Consider what?" Julie demanded softly. "Cheating on Bash? Having an affair with you?" She shook her head as she frowned. "I can't do that." Ray smiled curiously. "Not even if we did a swap? I'm sure both Bash and Millie would find that interesting." Julie shook her head again. "How many times do I have to tell you no?" She stomped away from the sink, pausing briefly at the door to recompose herself and put on her pleasant smile. ********** Bash sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Julie. After a second or two, she realized that he hadn't crawled under the blanket, but was looking at her. She put down the magazine she'd been reading. "Ray and Millie aren't doing too well, are they?" he asked simply. Julie sighed. "No, I don't think so. Ray told me that they've been having troubles for a while." Bash looked at Julie. "Something about those two is bothering you, isn't it." It wasn't a question; Bash was very perceptive about his wife. "I know you and Ray have been friends since you were in college, and you care about him." He shook his head sadly. "But you can't solve everyone's problems." Julie sighed again. "I know. It's just that ... well, he's always been such a good friend." She set the magazine on her night stand, then slid down under the covers. Bash likewise slid into bed. Julie turned, and gave her husband the customary good-night kiss, then reached up and turned out the light. But sleep wouldn't come to Julie for a long while. As she lay in bed, still so as not to disturb Bash, she thought about her friend and his amorous advances. How could she tell Bash? He'd probably forbid Ray to ever visit again. But how could she not tell him? She'd never, ever, kept anything from Bash before. And the thought of keeping a secret from him felt so ... wrong. She was wondering how she'd handle it when she finally drifted to sleep. ********** The scent of coffee and scrambled eggs roused Julie from her fitful sleep. Slowly, she opened her eyes, thankful for the heavy curtains blocking the early morning sun. She glanced at the clock - seven thirty. That was late - for her, anyway. Mustering up all her determination, she threw back the blanket and sheet, then swung her legs out of the bed. By the time she finished dressing and got to the kitchen, Bash had a place set at the table for her, complete with a plate of eggs and hash browns, a cup of fresh coffee, and a glass of grapefruit juice. "I was just about to come and get you," he said with a smile as Julie eased into a chair. "Smells good," Julie said, smiling at the devotion of her companion. Bash sat down in his chair. He took a sip of coffee, then smiled at Julie. "I know you're worried about Ray and Millie, so I thought maybe a trip to the beach would take your mind off of things." Julie smiled as she peered over her glass. She swallowed the sweetly-sour juice, then set her glass down. "That sounds like a good plan." She grinned. "I don't know how I got so lucky, but I'm glad I got you." ********** "Sorry," Bash apologized yet again as he drove home. Julie shook her head. She reached out her left hand, and rested it on Bash's hand, since it was so conveniently resting on the console. "Not your fault," she reminded him. "You weren't the one who caused the spill." The beaches were closed; light oil was starting to wash ashore from a 'minor' tanker spill. Bash sighed. Inwardly, he was upset with himself. "Yeah, but I got your hopes up, and then this happens." Julie gave his hand a squeeze. "It's the thought ..." She spun her head, trying to catch the billboard she'd seen from the corner of her eye. "Hey! Slow down, Bash!" Bash took his foot off the gas pedal, wondering what Julie was up to. Then he saw it, too. A large billboard. Advertising a water park. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he finally asked. As Bash pulled into the parking lot, he saw that it was nearly full. He felt a bit frustrated. A full parking lot meant a full park, which meant long lines. His fears eased, however, when he realized that the lot looked a lot bigger than it really was. The crowd probably wasn't too big. With a growing smile, he parked the car, then walked arm-in-arm with Julie toward the ticket booth. Bashful wondered about a few rather puzzling things as he changed. The old lady in the ticket booth had seemed a bit - strange. The park was a private establishment for members, although they sold some guest passes. That wasn't like most amusement attractions. Julie had gotten excited; if the park was that good, then they'd join. But the old woman politely but firmly declined to sell them memberships. All she would sell them was a day pass. Finally, as they turned to enter the park, she'd insisted on them showering - something about health regulations - and then had told Julie the park could help with her problem. Bash stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. He spun the handle, flinching in anticipation of a burst of cold water. He was surprised instead when a warm gentle stream of water engulfed him, seeming to massage his body. As Bash stepped toward the door, he sensed that something was different. He couldn't tell what, but he knew that something wasn't quite right. The door seemed a bit heavy, unyielding to his tugs. And the handle was high. And large; his fingers barely wrapped around the shiny steel. As he stepped across the warm paving stones, he felt something brushing his neck. With a look of irritation, he raised his hand and swatted the hair away. Bash froze. His hair. That was impossible. He wore his hair rather short. It couldn't have been brushing his neck and shoulders. His mind raced, considering all the bits of seemingly disjointed evidence. Suddenly, all the pieces clicked into place. He closed his eyes firmly, then tilted his head down, ignoring the wet strands brushing his shoulders. He took a deep breath, and even that seemed strange, then he purposefully opened his eyes. Bash stared at the breasts he now sported. And they looked so - big! Automatically, his hands slipped up - fine, delicate, feminine hands - to touch them, to verify their reality. "Bash?" Bashful glanced up, his mouth opening in shock at Julie's voice. She stood a few feet away, staring wide-eyed at his changed appearance. For long seconds, neither spoke; Julie just stared at her husband. "Bash, it really is you," she said with dread certainty. "This is just like..." "... the TG stories you both enjoy," another voice concluded. Both looked up to see the old woman from the ticket booth. "But... but that's impossible!" Bashful finally sputtered, his hands still cupping his breasts. The old woman smiled, then produced a bikini top from seemingly nowhere. "Put this on please. I don't permit topless sunbathing in my park." Julie reached out and took the top, then started fastening it on Bash. She had to pry his hands off his new breasts. "But how long is this..." The old woman smiled. "I created this park so young ladies could have a private refuge from leering lustful men." She raised her hands to deflect Julie's oncoming criticism. "Yes, I know that Bash isn't like most men. But rules are rules. While you use the park, he has to be a woman." Bash started to understand. "So when we leave ..." The old woman smiled. "About twelve hours after your pass expires, you'll change back." She watched the realization sink into Julie, her eyes widening with horror. "Yes, Julie, if you'd bought memberships, Bash would be permanently changed." She turned to Bashful, and a sly grin crept on her face. "And no, Bash, they aren't that big. B-cups, probably. Be grateful I'm not a fan of Eddie Glover or Elrod. Then you'd know what big breasts are really like." She turned and walked back toward the entrance. Bash turned to Julie. She had to smile. He looked - cute. Shoulder-length brunette hair, parted on one side and swept across his forehead. His same face, or rather the face he'd have had if he'd been born a girl. Cute. His eyes seemed a bit softer, rounder, and larger. More feminine, and more alluring. His lips were a bit more full, but not ridiculously so. No pouty stripper look for Bashful. His breasts were perky, and not all that big; Julie knew that they just looked that way to Bash. Modest figure; not a supermodel by any means. More like a 'girl-next-door'. Cute. Julie laughed to herself, thinking that maybe someday they'd come back and see if the old woman couldn't give Bash the sex-bomb look. "Well?" Bash asked in a softer voice. Julie smiled. "We're here. We planned a day of fun. I think we should enjoy ourselves." Her smile broadened. "Besides, I know you're dying of curiosity." ********** Julie shut off the car and nudged Bashful. He was sleeping, reclined in the passenger seat. He'd wanted to play, and he had - to the point of exhaustion. "Wake up, sleepy. We're home." She pushed the button to shut the garage door, then helped Bash out of the car. Bash was barely awake. "Home?" he asked softly. Julie smiled. "You played too hard. Let's get you to bed." She guided him into the house, then to the bedroom. He sat heavily on the edge of the bed, and Julie helped him undress, then helped him slide into bed. She tucked him in, noticing that his eyes were already closed as she gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. ********** Bash glanced across the breakfast table, then grinned. "Interesting day," he said. Julie smiled. "But I prefer you like the way you are now." Bash looked thoughtful for a moment as he sipped his coffee. "Too bad there's not some way to use that magic to help with your little Raymond problem." Bash watched as Julie's eyes widened. "You know?" Bash smiled. "You've been trying to keep me from knowing, and it was eating at you. I know Ray's been trying to hit on you." He took another sip. "And I know that you've never been unfaithful to me." Julie reached across the table and clasped Bash's hand. "It's just that Ray's been a really good friend." She sat for a long time, misty-eyed at her fortune at having married Bash as she held his hand. Then, a mischievous grin crept across her face. "I wonder how Ray would act if he got a turn at being chased?" ********** "What made you change your mind?" Ray asked as he grasped Julie's hand. Julie shuddered at his touch; he was turning on his charm to counter her fears. "I don't know." Ray glanced around, and confusion crept across his face. "But why here?" They stood by Julie's car in the parking lot of Bikini Beach. Julie tried to smile. "I thought we could have some fun. You know - like a date or something." She turned with him and started toward the ticket booth, all the while watching Ray's face for a sign. If he'd just wanted a romp in the hay, he was in for a disappointment. But if he were interested in companionship... Ray smiled. "Sounds like a good idea. What do you have in mind?" Julie felt relief flood through her. First hurdle cleared. "I thought some fun here, and then maybe dinner and dancing. After that," her voice changed to sound coy, "who knows?" Ray fell for the bait. They neared the ticket booth. "Let me get tickets." Julie smiled and clasped his hand. "I already got them. Let's go in and get changed." As they walked toward the gate, neither of them saw the old woman in the booth smiling. The warmth of the shower seemed to penetrate Ray's body, as if washing away some of his nervous tension. He failed to notice the faint pink mist rising in the shower around him. Confidently, he strode toward the door. His thoughts were focused on Julie, and their upcoming encounters; Ray didn't notice that the room seemed bigger somehow, as if he were shorter. Ray didn't notice that his center-of-gravity had shifted a little lower. He failed to note that his chest seemed a little heavy in a peculiar way. He didn't notice the long wet strands of blond hair brushing against the small of his back. So focused on sex was he that all these signs failed to register. Julie was waiting for him, smiling. "Ready?" she asked. Ray turned on his most enticing smile. "You bet." His smile changed to a frown as his voice - a soft melodious alto - rang in his ears. The frown deepened as he realized that he was looking up at Julie - even though he was taller than her. These were the final signs that his brain simply could not ignore. "Young lady, the rules are clearly posted. There is no topless swimming at my park." The old woman's voice was stern in its reprimand. Ray glanced at the source of the words, and realized that she was looking at him. At him! He glanced at Julie, and saw that she was trying not to giggle. "What's going on here?" he finally demanded. Julie couldn't stop the laugh. She pointed at his chest as she guffawed. Ray glanced down, following her pointing finger. And screamed. "Young lady, please put this on." The old woman spoke again, this time holding forth a bikini top. Ray glanced up at Julie, his mouth hanging open, then at the old woman holding the bra, then back at Julie. "What's going on here? What happened to me?" he demanded, his eyes still wide with shock. He'd had the surprise of his life when he'd stared at the large breasts dangling from his chest. At the empty crotch of the very feminine and very revealing thong bikini. At the smooth shapely legs and the dainty feet. At the slender arms and delicate feminine hands. Ray couldn't fully appreciate his new form. Even wet, his long blond tresses showed waves that would be luscious curls framing his delicate feminine face. With no mirror, he couldn't see his delicate features, from the rich green eyes to the dainty nose, from the high cheeks to the full lips. While his perspective made his boobs look large, he couldn't really understand just how full and round they really were - big round fleshy globes capped by big and dark and erect nipples. Below them, his waist was narrowed in a very alluring shape, with his wider hips and rounder womanly butt adding to the hourglass shape of his new figure. But Julie could. She let her eyes wander up and down his comely new body, appreciating what the old woman's magic had done. Julie took the bra from the old woman and put it in Ray's hand. "I've told you over and over that I can't be unfaithful to Bash," she answered with a smug grin. "But..." "And if I spend the day with a girlfriend," Julie emphasized the word girl, "then there's not even the appearance of any impropriety." Julie started to tie the bikini top on Ray. Ray fought her. He was not going to put that on! "But why?" Julie shrugged. "I told you. You're a good friend, and always have been. I value that friendship. I like being around you. But I won't cheat on my husband." She tied the bikini top on Ray as she spoke. "If you want to cheat on Millie, that's your business. But I've told you time and time again, don't ask me to cheat on Bash." "So you used what - magic?" He frowned. "So while I'm here I'm a girl, is that it? Then I'm leaving do I can change back to me," Ray finally said, his face in a full pout. He didn't realize just how sexy the pout on his new face really looked. The old woman shrugged. "You don't change back until about twelve hours after the pass expires." Her task done, she turned back to her office. Ray stared at the old woman, then at Julie. "So I'm stuck like this until after midnight?" The severity of the change was finally sinking in. Julie smiled. "You're assuming that I bought you a one-day pass." Ray stared angrily, his mouth working to form words which refused to come out. Finally, he glanced down, feeling defeated. "Okay, I guess you win." Julie shook her head sadly. "Ray, this isn't about winning. This is about being friends. And nothing more." She lifted his chin so she could see his eyes. "You're my friend. So let's go have some fun." She grinned mischievously again. "And I suppose we ought to call you something besides Ray. Maybe Rayna?" ********** If Rayna had been asked, she would have grudgingly admitted that she had lots of fun at Bikini Beach. Julie was a good friend, and acted as if nothing at all were wrong. It was a great water park. The raft rides were a blast, and Rayna had screamed with purely girlish delight as they raced down the rides. She'd followed Julie's lead and tried the drop slides, then laughed with Julie as the gush of water tore her skimpy bikini off, leaving her dripping wet and exposed as she tried to stuff her big boobs back into the skimpy cups. And for her part, Julie was surprised to see how feminine mannerisms and instincts seemed to be creeping into the things Rayna said and did. The way she tied her hair up, the way she walked, the words she used, all the little nuances which fit a woman. By the time they went to dinner at the little Chinese restaurant, Rayna seemed to be acting completely like a woman. Rayna was the one who suggested that they go dancing. Julie had been surprised, but Rayna was very insistent, so they went to a club. Rayna strutted in as if she were on display, advertising for some company. Julie frowned at this, wondering for the first time if maybe she'd gone too far. They found a small table and sat down. "What do you want to drink?" Rayna asked happily. She was watching the dance floor, her head moving slightly to the tempo of the music. "Banana daquiri," Julie answered automatically. Rayna sauntered to the bar, lightness in her step and a seductive sway in her hips. "Hi," a masculine voice called out, interrupting Julie's thoughts as she watched Rayna seeming to flirt with the bartender. Julie turned, looking up at the man. "Oh, hi," she answered. "You or your friend want to dance?" Blunt, direct. No bullshit lines from this one. Julie smiled. "No thank you." She twirled her wedding band conspicuously. "But I don't know about my friend." The guy slinked off, and Julie turned back to see Rayna. Rayna smiled at Julie from across the room, then got her change and carried the drinks back. "Why didn't you dance with him?" she asked. "He was kind of cute," she said nonchalantly as she sat down. Julie nearly choked on the daquiri. Cute? A guy - called cute by Ray? She stared at Rayna in disbelief. Rayna took a couple of sips of her margarita, then slipped from her chair. "If you aren't going to dance with him, then I will." She sauntered off in chase of the guy, leaving Julie staring dumbfounded after her. "Mind if I join you?" Julie spun to the new voice. With a mixture of relief and horror, she saw that it was Millie. "Sure," Julie answered. Millie slipped into Rayna's empty chair. She took a sip of Rayna's drink, then frowned. "I always hated margaritas. Figures she'd love them." Julie just stared, confused. Millie looked at her, and then then laughed. "Oh, yeah." She was fighting to contain her mirth. "I know all about your 'date' with Ray." Julie gasped. "I ... uh ... I didn't want to ..." Millie laughed, and put her hand gently on Julie's hand. "I know all about it. How Ray was trying to have an affair with you. How loyal you are to Bash." She wrinkled her nose. "I was a bit confused at first," she said, then grinned broadly. "Although, your solution was so ... ingenious!" She glanced around the room, then raised her hand. "Over here, Bash!" she yelled. Julie's head was spinning. "Bash is here, too?" Millie glanced back at Julie. "Oh, yes. I called him as soon as I knew where you two were going." Bashful strode through the maze of tables, then slid into an empty chair beside Julie. He automatically gave her a kiss and laid one hand on hers. "Hi, Millie." Rayna chose that moment to return, with the guy in tow. She stopped short when she recognized the group at the table. Millie looked up and smiled sweetly. "Hi, dear. Please have a seat." Rayna glanced at the guy, who realized this was going to be awkward. He did what most men would do when faced with a possible woman-to-woman confrontation. He fled. Rayna slid into the last empty chair. "Hi, Millie," she said softly. She was clearly startled by Millie's presence. "Julie and I were just talking," Millie said innocently. "It sounds like you two had a fun day." Rayna glanced at Millie, then at Julie. She gulped. "It was just some..." Millie shook her head, cutting off Rayna's words. "Just another one of your affairs." Her tone had changed, hardened. Bush and Julie both spun, startled, at Millie's revelation. "You see, I've known all about them," she said triumphantly. "But..." Millie's expression changed to one of anger. "You can't deny it. Can you?" Rayna started to open her mouth, then looked down at the table and nodded slowly. "Well," Millie said, a touch of smugness in her voice, "I'm tired of it. You want to fool around? You want to have sex with anyone except me? Well, now you can." Rayna's head snapped up. "I don't understand." Millie's smile betrayed the fact that she had some secret. "You got yourself changed into a girl. A girl shaped for sex. So now, you can go have sex whenever you want to, with whomever you want to." The triumph in her voice was unmistakable. "Look around, dear. Any one of these guys would give one of their testicles to sleep with that body." Rayna's eyes started to tear up, and then she remembered something. A calm smile settled on her features. "I'm afraid not," she said evenly. Millie looked startled. "You mean the magic from the water park wears off at midnight, give or take? You mean you're only stuck in that body for a bit longer?" Rayna smiled, then he saw something in Millie's expression. "That's right." Millie turned to Julie, momentarily ignoring Rayna. "You didn't realize I was following you today, did you? You know, I think Rayna is a better friend to you than Ray was. You two sure seemed to be having a lot of fun." Rayna realized at those words just how guilty she'd been. "I'm sorry, Millie," she said, sounding more than a bit contrite. "It'll never happen again." Millie turned on her, venom in her voice. "Oh really? Sorry like you were last time? It'll never happen again? Just like you said last time?" She sneered at Rayna. "Just why the hell should I believe you?" Bash took Julie's hand, then started to rise. "I'm not sure we should..." Millie interrupted him. "Nonsense!" she declared. "This has everything to do with you. Julie's a friend, remember?" Rayna looked distraught. This wasn't quite how she'd expected the evening to go. "So what are you going to do?" she asked fearfully. "Leave me?" Millie laughed, a sinister laugh that made Rayna shudder. "I can't be married to another woman, now, can I." She watched the horror spread across Rayna's face, then pulled out her purse. She made a big show of rummaging through it, then pulled out a small ticket of some type. "Ah, here it is." She turned to Rayna. "You're stuck as a girl until the pass expires, right?" Rayna glanced at Julie, fear in her eyes, then back at Millie. She nodded. Millie handed her the ticket. "Well, congratulations. Your pass got upgraded." Rayna stared at the ticket for a long time, her eyes scanning the text furiously. Then she looked up. "There's no expiration date." Millie smiled sweetly. "No, there isn't, is there." She savored the moment, relishing in Rayna's distress. "It's permanent. A lifetime pass. You're stuck like this forever." Julie watched Rayna, expecting some type of reaction. But what she saw wasn't what she'd expected. Instead of some shocked, horrified panic, Rayna seemed to be accepting the change. As if the magic were reworking Rayna's very being. A slow peace settled across Rayna's features, and her head began bobbing slowly to the music pounding in the background. Millie touched Bash's hand. "Could you please take Rayna out dancing or something? I need to talk to Julie." Her voice sounded very insistent. Bash glanced at Julie, then nodded. "Okay." He stood, and found to everyone's surprise that Rayna bounced to her feet, a serene expression on her face as they walked to the dance floor. Millie watched the two start to dance, then turned to Julie. "I'm so sorry," she said, her eyes betraying an inner sadness. Julie stared into Millie's eyes. "I don't understand." Millie smiled sadly. "I know it wasn't your fault. None of it. You didn't know about all the past affairs. You didn't know about our problems." She took out a tissue and wiped away a tear. "I'm just sorry you got caught up in this." Julie stared sympathetically at Millie. She didn't know what to say. "Did you have to do this?" she finally asked. Millie shook her head as she laughed ironically. "Yes. I couldn't go on like this. The lies, the lack of love." She looked down at the table, then looked back in Julie's eyes. "The old woman said that Rayna would forget about the change, that she'd start being a woman." She swallowed, feeling the lump in her throat. "Rayna is going to need a friend. Like you." She saw Julie starting to protest, and shook her head to stop the words. "I saw how much fun you two had today. Like two good girlfriends. Like you'd always been like that." Julie and Millie sat silently at the table for several minutes, watching Bash dancing with Rayna. With each passing moment, Rayna's actions became more visibly feminine, her comfort with herself growing, as the magic completed its work. Finally, Millie turned to Julie. "You know, I think that park was the answer to both our problems." She laughed softly. "Raymond will never cheat on me again. And you get to keep a friend without having to worry about him hitting on you." Julie laughed. "You may be right, Millie." She turned back at the dance floor. To where Rayna was dancing with Bashful. It was a slow dance, and Rayna was clinging tightly to Bash. She saw the exasperated look on his face. Julie turned back to Millie, shaking her head. "I may have just traded one problem for another." Millie's eyes narrowed, showing her confusion. Julie laughed. "Look at her. I don't have Ray chasing me, but now I've got to worry about my girlfriend keeping her hands off my husband." FIN