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Bikini Beach: Sugar and Spice
By Elrod W
Corinne sat on her heels, kneeling beside the high chair, spooning
the food slowly and deliberately into little Jeffrey's mouth. He
swiped his hand, half playfully and half because he couldn't control
himself; as a result of not ducking quickly enough, Corinne got a
spoonful of slop on her dress. She sighed heavily. Feeding
Jeffrey was a chore.
Across the table, Jeffrey's two older brothers sat impassively,
ignoring their mother's battle with their younger sibling. A long
time ago, Mike and Mark had learned not to make fun of Jeffrey. It
was a good way to get their parents very angry at them and end
up in big trouble.
Corinne glanced at the twins, looking for any sign of trouble on
their seven-year-old faces. But they sat like little cherubs, eating
their hot dogs contentedly, ignoring their mother's struggles with
little Jeffrey. Corinne sighed again. It usually wasn't so bad. The
boys had learned not to make fun of Jeffrey, despite his difficulty.
And Jeffrey was a cuddly little three-year-old.
Except that, mentally, Jeffrey was about eighteen months. And
that was as far as he'd ever progress. Corinne cringed, praying
silently and asking God what she'd done to deserve this. He took
a lot of care, and the strain was showing on Corinne.
Ron Hanson rushed into the kitchen, still buttoning his shirt. He
bent over and gave his wife a quick kiss on the cheek. "I see he
got you again," he commented.
The boys scattered. That was another thing they'd learned - to
sense the trouble. "We'll get our gloves and meet you at the car,"
Mike called as he fled the room.
Their sense was very keen, and deadly accurate. "It's not easy
feeding him," Corinne complained bitterly. "I could use some help
once in a while."
Ron backed a step away. "I'd help, but I've got to get the kids to
T-ball practice."
Corinne's expression changed instantly. "It's always something,
isn't it. You've always got something going on so you don't have
to help with Jeffrey, don't you." There was no question in her
words, only accusations.
Ron felt his blood pressure rise. "It's not my fault the boys have
such a busy schedule," he started to say defensively.
Corinne was red. "What are you saying? That it's my fault? That
this is all my fault?" Her words were hysterical, angry, bitter,
accusing, resentful. All at once. Like they had become so often.
Ron backed out the door without a further word, his jaw clenched
and angry. Corinne heard the car door slam, and heard him
starting the motor.
"Da da mad?" Jeffrey asked in his innocent voice.
Corinne felt the tears stinging her eyes. Tears of bitterness, of
anger, of guilt. Tears for the innocent little boy seated before her,
who depended so much on her. She tried to fight the tears, wiping
them with the back of her hand, but they flowed so freely, so
easily. Like they had so often. Ever since the accident.
After getting Jeffrey to eat a little more, Corinne wondered what
she'd do. Maybe she'd take Jeffrey for a swim. Playing in the
pool was supposed to be good exercise for him, the physical
therapist had said. It would help his motor skills and coordination.
**********
Corinne cried inside all the way to the pool, while Jeffrey sat in his
seat, babbling happily as the world went by. Why, she asked
herself again and again. What had she done to deserve this?
Things had started so well. Good job, nice neighborhood. And
then the problems started. She couldn't conceive without help.
She and Ron had worked through that - barely. She still felt
inadequate, defective, angry at herself for her failings. But they
had managed - with hormone shots. Two boys. The twins, Mike
and Mark. Two blessed miracles.
Things had gone quite well for a while. But Corinne knew that
Ron wanted a daughter. And so they ended up trying again. This
time, it was harder. The hormone shots didn't work. They had to
go to even more drastic - and expensive - measures. The money
problems started, giving them something to fight over.
Then little Jeffrey had been born. Corinne knew he was a miracle
baby, even as she saw the disappointment in Ron's eyes. It
wasn't the daughter he wanted. And a few complications in
delivery ended their hopes of ever having more children. Which
meant that Ron never was going to get his daughter.
And then they noticed. Jeffrey had a problem. Actually, Corinne
and Ron would have been relieved to find out that hypospadius, a
defect in their son's penis, was not altogether uncommon. But
somehow, Ron seemed to blame Corinne and the hormones she'd
taken for giving him a defective son. The urologist had been very
reassuring. It wasn't that bad - it could easily be corrected with
minor surgery, and no-one would ever know. They'd wait until
Jeffrey was over 6 months old to minimize the risk.
There are a few people who have very adverse reactions to
anesthetic. Corinne and Ron found out the hard way that Jeffrey
was one of those people. It had taken a very long time for him to
come out of the anesthesia. But the doctor didn't think it was too
unusual, and so they didn't worry.
It wasn't much later when Corinne noticed that Jeffrey was having
a hard time sitting up, as though his balance was gone. Over the
next few weeks, she noticed other little symptoms - he didn't
seem to respond to her voice, he seemed to have problems fixing
his eyes on something, he wasn't even trying to crawl. They
called his pediatrician. Maybe he's just developing slowly. They
did a few tests. The doctor's grim expression told Ron and
Corinne everything they needed to know. Something was terribly
wrong with Jeffrey.
At one, he was barely crawling. He couldn't hold a spoon. His
eyes seemed to be unfocused and glazed. At eighteen months,
Jeffrey could crawl reasonably well, but still couldn't hold a spoon.
His eyes wouldn't track anything for more than a second or two.
And he wasn't even trying to talk. At two, Jeffrey had finally stood.
The tests continued. The money problems continued. And the
news kept getting worse. Finally, the neurologist confirmed their
worst fears. Jeffrey was retarded. Very significantly retarded.
And he wasn't going to progress much past where he was then.
That was a year ago. Jeffrey's therapy was expensive, and that
put a real crimp in the family budget. Corinne gave up her job to
work with her son, and that hurt things. The worst part, however,
was that Ron seemed to blame Corinne for their son's problems.
And so did Corinne. She began to resent how he seemed to
ignore Jeffrey. In her heart, she knew it was only a matter of time
before they split up. They couldn't go on like this.
"Ma ma sad," Jeffrey said, capturing in his own little way the
anguish she felt.
Corinne wiped the tears from her cheek. "Yes, sweetie. Mommy
is sad." She turned into the parking lot.
Jeffrey's eyes lit up. "Pay wa wa." He recognized the pool. It was
play time.
Corinne glanced at the empty lot. The pool was closed? She
fought her anger. Why? "No, sweetie, the pool is closed today.
No play in the water." It wasn't fair to this sweet little boy. She
pulled back onto the main road. Now what?
Corinne didn't drive directly home. Maybe she could do something
else. And as she drove, she saw a curious sign. A water park.
Bikini Beach. Funny, she thought, she'd never seen that sign
before. Maybe it was a new water park. She glanced in the
mirror, at the child sitting happily in his car seat, and made up her
mind. They were going to this park.
**********
"My, but you're getting so big and heavy," Corinne said soothingly
as she stepped up to the ticket window.
"May I help you?"
Corinne looked up, and saw a nice grandmotherly woman sitting in
the booth. "We'd like to get tickets, please."
The old woman looked at Jeffrey, then at Corinne. She quoted
Corinne the cost of a day pass, then added, "Children under 3 are
free."
Corinne gasped. "I'm afraid he's just over 3." She started to turn.
There was no way she could justify paying that much for two
tickets.
"He looks under 3 to me," the old woman said.
Corinne turned, staring up at the kindly woman. She was stunned,
then she smiled. Money was tight, but she remembered Ron's
face, his anger, his blame of her. She plunked down the cash and
got her ticket.
"The children's area is one of the best in the business, I think.
Kids love it. I'm sure your son will, too. Remember to shower
before you use the park. And the little one can change with you, in
the ladies' room."
Corinne looked up, and smiled again. "Thanks. You don't know
what this means to us."
For the briefest of moments, the old woman looked to be a
thousand years old and wise. "Yes, I do."
**********
Corinne pulled Jeffrey's swim diaper on him, then his swim suit.
The other women seemed offended at first to see the boy in their
locker room, but then they went about their own business.
Corinne slipped into her suit, then picked up her son. The old
woman had said to shower.
With Jeffrey in her arms, Corinne stepped into the shower, closing
the curtain behind her. She turned on the water, expecting a cold
harsh spray. Instead, it was warm, and almost tingly. She felt it
reaching inside her, massaging away the tension and anger. And
she saw Jeffrey's face light up when the spray washed over him.
Corinne thought something was different as they walked out of the
locker. Jeffrey seemed - lighter. Less burdensome. Outside the
locker, Jeffrey raised his hand to shield his face from the bright
sunlight. Corinne blinked herself - it was a bright sunny day.
"I walk," Jeffrey said suddenly, squirming in her arms to be let
down.
Corinne gave in. She'd have to chase him down, but at least
she'd get a break from carrying him. As she straightened, Corinne
frowned. Something wasn't quite right. Jeffrey's hair. It seemed
... longer? She shook her head. That was impossible. But no, it
really was longer, and growing with every passing second. Down
his neck, to his shoulders, and down a little more until the ends
were touching his shoulder blades. Corinne blinked, not trusting
her eyes. And ... the swimsuit! It wasn't his little swimming suit -
it was a girl's one-piece, with a mini skirt attached and the top
growing, like cloth crawling up Jeffrey's tummy and over his
shoulders, joining with the back until it was complete - a pink little
girl's swim suit.
"What...?" Corinne mouthed aloud. "What's going on? This is ..."
"Impossible?"
Corinne spun. It was the old woman's voice, and she stood right
behind Corinne. "What's going on here?"
The old woman smiled. "This is a club for girls. My magic makes
no exceptions. Not even for your little boy."
"But..."
The old woman shook her head as if anticipating Corinne's
questions. "While you are in the park, and for about 12 hours
after, your son will be a little girl. No one will know the difference.
All will think Jeffrey was born a little girl until the magic wears off.
Including your husband."
"But..."
The woman smiled warmly. "You and your son both need a day to
play and have fun. So go. Enjoy the park. Have fun. Relax."
**********
The old woman was right - the park was just what she and Jeffrey
needed. He'd done so well - walking more confidently, splashing
in the fountains, giggling and playing. And Corinne had enjoyed
splashing with him. It was a long afternoon, but a very rewarding
one Corinne thought. Jeffrey's enthusiasm, tempered as it was by
his handicap, was infectious, and Corinne was still smiling to
herself as they drove home, weary but content.
With great trepidation, Corinne pulled into the driveway. The
minivan was there; Ron and the boys were home from T-ball. She
unbuckled the little girl, who promptly hopped down. Before
Corinne could stop her, she ran toward the house.
The door opened, and Ron stood there, watching the girl.
Corinne's heart leaped from fear.
"Daddy," the little girl sang out as she skipped up the walk. "We
played in the water."
Ron bent over and scooped the girl up into a big hug. "Did you
have fun, sweetie?" He gave her a big kiss, then turned and
waved at Corinne.
Corinne was numb. This was ... impossible. Ron didn't notice the
difference! Just like the old woman had said. She realized she'd
been holding her breath, and she let it out.
The boys were playing football in the living room. As usual. They
paused when their dad came through the door. "Hi, Jenny," Mark
called out. "Did you have fun?" Pleasantries aside, he turned and
tackled his brother.
Ron took Jenny into the kitchen. "I've got a little treat for you," he
said with a grin as he disappeared through the door.
"It's cookies," Mike called out, warning her. "Dad made them. Be
careful."
Corinne shook her head. This was so ... different. She slid into a
chair, confused. The whole house, her family, all seemed to be
changed. She overheard Mike talking to his brother. "Maybe we
can get Dad to take us to the park sometime."
**********
Corinne stood by Jenny's bed, gazing in wonder at the little girl.
Everything seemed so nice. So right. She felt Ron's arm
wrapping around her shoulder.
"You two had a good day?" he asked, gazing at his daughter.
Corinne nodded. "It was a lot of fun."
Ron smiled. "Good. At least you wore her out."
Corinne felt a faint smile, a sensation she hadn't experienced
much lately. "Me, too."
**********
Corinne opened the door, and caught herself. The little girl decor
was gone, vanished with the magic. Jeffrey was rolling around on
his bed, constrained by the bedrails so he wouldn't fall and hurt
himself. She picked him up, giving him a big kiss. And she
smelled it. "Let's get you changed. Then let's go get some
breakfast."
She heard the boys fighting even before she and Jeffrey got down
the stairs. And Ron. Yelling at the boys, and yelling at her to
come and help.
"Dammit, I told you we were leaving by eight," Ron yelled as she
came in the kitchen. "We're going to be late."
Corinne looked at him as though he were from another planet.
The anger washed over her like a wave, tearing at her. "Well,
someone has to take care of Jeffrey," she snapped back.
"Come on, boys. We'll grab something at McDonalds on the way,"
Ron snarled, glaring at Corinne.
As she strapped Jeffrey into his high chair, she struggled to
remember. Fishing. Her dad wanted to go fishing with the boys
and Ron. That's where they were going. Leaving her alone to
take care of Jeffrey. Again. Like usual.
As the tears streamed down her cheeks, Corinne wondered if
yesterday had been a dream, if she really had experienced some
peace and happiness in this house.
And then it hit her like a thunderclap. Jenny had been interacting
with the others. With her family. Like a normal child. Corinne
shook her head. That was impossible! Her baby was brain-
damaged, retarded, crippled for life.
And yet...
**********
With a determined look, Corinne carried her little boy across the
hot asphalt. She headed to the ticket counter, and was
disappointed.
"May I help you?" a pretty young woman asked.
Corinne seemed startled. "I was looking for an older woman," she
muttered.
The girl smiled. "That would be grandmother. She's in the office."
The girl pointed to a low gray building.
Corinne mustered her courage and marched, Jeffrey cradled
lovingly in her arms, to the building. She pulled at the door, but it
refused to budge. Locked. Then she noticed the door buzzer.
She pressed it.
"Yes?" The voice, tinny as the speaker made it sound, was
unmistakably that of the old woman.
"I need to talk to you. I was here yesterday with my son, and...."
She heard something click in the door. "Do come in, Corinne."
Corinne was startled at hearing her name. Like the woman was
expecting her. She opened the door and stepped in.
It was dark and gloomy, Corinne thought before realizing that her
eyes were adjusting. Compared to outside, it was dark; in reality,
it was a regular office building.
The old woman was sitting behind a huge paper-strewn desk,
leaning back in a huge leather chair. Across from her were a few
chairs, one of which was occupied by a very attractive young lady.
The old woman gestured to an empty chair. "Please, have a
seat."
Corinne eased herself down, still clinging to Jeffrey. "You act like
you're expecting me," she finally said hesitantly.
The old woman smiled, then nodded. "You're a very perceptive
young lady," she acknowledged. "Yes, in fact I was expecting you.
You're late."
Corinne flushed. This wasn't quite what she'd expected. "I'm
sorry, but..."
The old woman smiled, shaking her head, while the younger lady
laughed aloud. "It was a joke. Now what can I do for you?"
Corinne looked down, giving Jeffrey a quick peck. "I don't
understand what happened," she began. Her nervousness gave
way to her curiosity, and the words spewed forth. "Last night, it
was like everything was okay. Like nothing was wrong. My family
was ... happy! And Jeffrey! He - she - seemed like a normal little
girl! I don't understand."
The old woman glanced at the young lady, and both shook their
heads slowly. The old woman looked back at Corinne. "My dear,"
she began, "when Jeffrey changed into little Jennifer, the very
fabric of time was rewoven."
Corinne was honestly trying to understand, but she was confused.
"But..."
The young lady glanced at the old woman. "Your son was born as
Jennifer, not as Jeffrey."
Corinne shook her head. "Is that why everyone acted like it was
normal?"
The old woman nodded slowly. "And much more. You see,
Jennifer never had a hypospadius. She never had to have
surgery."
Corinne finally understood. "And she never had the brain
damage."
The old woman nodded. "Correct."
Corinne finally understood the power of this park. And she knew
what she had to do. "Please, I need your help," she finally said. "I
can't ... we can't ... go on like this. We're falling apart. As a
family. And I can't take care of Jeffrey by myself." Tears were
flowing freely, tears of confession at her burden, tears of anguish
at what had become of her family, tears of guilt at what had
happened to her sweet innocent little boy. "I'll do anything. I'd
give up my life if you could make Jeffrey whole again."
The old woman nodded sadly. "I know you would, my dear. Such
is the love of a mother." The old woman looked at Corinne as if
staring into her very soul. Finally, she spoke. "You have to give
up your son."
Corinne's head snapped up; she looked warily at the old woman.
"I'm not sure I understand," she finally said.
"As long as your son has a membership in Bikini Beach, he will
stay a girl." Corinne's tear-stained eyes showed that she still
didn't comprehend the old woman's words. "If you buy him a
lifetime pass, he'll be a girl. Permanently." She pushed a
clipboard across the desk at Corinne.
Corinne picked up the clipboard and started to read. After a few
moments, she glanced up. "It's so ... expensive."
The old woman nodded. "But compared to the alternatives?"
Corinne digested her words slowly, then nodded. She began filling
out the form. Finally, she dug out her credit card and handed it to
the old woman. This membership would max out the card. If it
even went through. And Ron would kill her for spending so much
- after all Jeffrey's medical bills, this membership would nearly
wipe out any savings they still had. She crossed her fingers,
saying a quick prayer, as the old woman slid the card through the
scanner. The printer spat out a receipt, which Corinne signed.
Then the old woman spun her chair. With a few deft strokes on a
keyboard, she entered the data, then waited as a card was
printed. A quick lamination, and Jennifer Hanson was a member
of Bikini Beach. Permanently, irrevocably, for all time.
Corinne took the card and stood, holding her son tightly in her
arms. "Thank you," she said, her voice cracking with emotion.
"How do we change?"
The old woman chuckled. "You are expecting maybe a bolt of
lightning or a thunderclap?" She laughed to herself. "I don't work
like that. Too flashy. Just use the showers like yesterday."
The two women watched as Corinne walked out of the office
toward the locker. Finally, the younger woman spoke. "You're an
old softie, you know that?"
The old woman chuckled. "And you're going to claim you aren't?"
She laughed aloud. "I've seen some of the things you've done in
your time, old man. You can fool some people into thinking you're
a lecherous old trickster, but you can't fool me."
The young lady started to protest, then shut her mouth. "I guess I
am a bit sentimental at times," she finally said. "Now can I change
back? I've got to get back to the store."
The old woman grinned. "You lost the bet. I'm going to make sure
you pay up. Another ..." she glanced at her watch, "fourteen
hours."
The young lady frowned. "But..."
The old woman wagged her finger. "You knew the consequences
when you made the bet!" She grinned. "You're lucky I don't have
your taste in breast sizes."
The young lady glanced down at her modest bosom, then nodded
her acknowledgement to the old woman. "Okay, I give up. You
got me this time." She arose and started for the door.
The old woman smiled. "And tell Danni I said hello."
FIN
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