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Bikini Beach: Spring Break
By Elrod W
Stan and Chuck were still wiping their hands as they emerged from the restroom.
They moved slowly; from the fatigued look in their eyes, one would correctly
guess that they'd been awake for a very long time.
Jack stood up behind the windshield, peering at the two. "Come on, guys! Time's
a-wastin'." He slid back behind the steering wheel of his Camaro convertible, a
sleek midnight blue car suited for a young man. Right now, however, it looked to
be in rather tough shape. A faint dusty haze dulled the finish, and small
circles of dust dotted it like a leopard's spots, the residue of a light rain
they'd driven through. The floorboards and back seat were littered with the
remains of on-the-road snacking; candy bar wrappers, fast-food sacks, and an
occasional beer can.
A soft snoring came from behind Jack. He glanced over his shoulder. In the back
seat, sprawled amid the debris, Brett leaned his head back, his mouth gaping
open as he caught a brief nap. Jack reached around and shook him. "Hey, man. Pit
stop."
Brett's mouth flopped a few times, and then his head slowly rose. His eyes, dull
from sleep, slowly opened. "What?" he finally mumbled.
Jack snorted his disbelief. "Pit stop. You got to pee?"
Brett let the words sink in slowly. Finally, he nodded, then pried himself from
the tiny back seat and crawled over the side. With a bit of a stagger to his
gait, he ambled to the rest room.
Chuck leaped into the front seat. "Shotgun!" he cried with glee, happy to have
gotten the extra legroom.
Stan started to protest, then reluctantly crawled into the back. He pushed some
of the garbage aside nonchalantly as he sat down. "How much further?" he asked
finally.
Jack smiled. "The last sign said one hundred miles. We're almost there."
Stan let a smile creep over his features. "Within two hours, the babes are going
to have their dreams come true. Stan the man will see to that."
Chuck laughed aloud. "You mean their nightmares, don't you?" He thrust out his
chest. "Tell you what - I'll toss a leftover or two your way so you can get laid
at least once." For all the bravado of his words, he sounded much less confident
than Stan.
Jack shook his head, laughing under his breath. "There's going to be enough to
go around," he finally said.
Stan nodded his agreement. "This is going to be so cool! Everyone says this is
the hottest spring break site in the country! Beach concerts, wet T-shirt
contests and parties all night long! Man, I'm getting stoked just thinking about
it."
Brett shuffled slowly back to the Camaro, arriving just as this bit of macho
posturing ended, and he slumped back into his spot in the back, almost ignoring
Stan. He was asleep again before the car even got back on the highway.
*****
Stan pried himself from the back seat up onto the boot covering the folded-down
convertible top. With a flourish, he levered off his sunglasses. The hotel
parking lot was full. Very full. Lots of college kids, which meant lots of
parties and lots of action. Jack pulled into one of the few empty parking spots
and shut off the car. After nearly nineteen hours on the road, the silence and
lack of engine vibration seemed odd.
"I'll go get us checked in." It was easy to see that Jack was the de facto
leader; it was his car, he'd made the reservations, he was checking in their
room. The reality was that none of this trip would have happened if it hadn't
been for Jack taking charge.
Stan popped open another beer as he sat. He smiled at the girls walking by,
noting in particular the state of dress. Shorts, tight T- shirts, bikinis,
halter-tops. All skimpy, all fitting for a warm spring day. Unlike the cold
snowy city they'd left less than a day ago.
Within a few minutes, Jack returned. "Okay, we're in. Let's get the stuff out of
the car."
"And then it's party time!" Brett added with glee.
*****
Stan was miffed that they had to walk two blocks to get to the beach. His
complaints, however, were silenced when Brett pointed out that lack of parking
meant the beach would be crowded. And that meant - girls! A grin returned to
Stan's face.
But Stan ended up disappointed. Like Brett and Jack and Chuck. The beach was
crowded, that much was true. But there was some type of surfing competition
going on, and a lot of the crowd was associated with that. And a bodybuilding
contest.
"Where are the babes?" Stan complained for the hundredth time as they threaded
their way through the crowds. Oh, sure, there were girls here, but most of them
seemed to be already hanging on someone. There weren't a lot of unattached girls
around.
"What about those girls?" Chuck asked, pointing to a cluster of young ladies
sunning on their beach towels.
Stan felt a shudder course through his body. "I'm not desperate yet," he said
disdainfully. It wasn't that the girls were unattractive; in a girl-next-door
sort of way, they were quite nice looking. But Stan had his mind set on curvy
super-model types. And these girls just didn't fit his desires.
After wandering for a couple of hours, Stan's disappointment was, if anything,
more acute. "Some spring break this is turning out to be," he complained
bitterly.
Jack sighed, again. "Give it a rest," he chided. "Look, it's Saturday. Probably
most of the people are still on their way, or resting. I mean, it was a long
trip."
Brett chimed in. "Yeah. I'm kind of beat myself."
"Would you two little old ladies like to take a nap?" Stan asked sarcastically.
"This is spring break. Party time."
"So what do we do, then? Huh, asshole?" Chuck's angry question turned the tables
on Stan.
*****
"One large pepperoni, one large sausage, mushroom, and olive." The waitress set
the two pizzas on the table, leaving only a bit of space for the mugs of beer
the boys were drinking.
Stan gave the waitress the once over. He looked up admiringly. "Say, sweetie,"
he said with a friendly tone, "what are you doing after work? We've got a pretty
good party at..."
The waitress gave him a friendly but withering smile. "Listen, sonny," she said,
"I've got all I can handle working to feed me and my little boy without running
around picking up boy-toys."
Stan looked like he wanted to crawl under his chair, while the other three
struggled to keep from laughing aloud at her put- down. "I wasn't..." Stan
started to mumble something to save face.
The waitress shook her head. "Listen, why don' t you guys go find some girls
your own age, huh?"
Brett sighed. "We've been trying. Where do you keep all the girls in this town?"
Jack glumly nodded his agreement. "We were at the beach, and the mall. Where are
they?"
The waitress shrugged. "I don't know. Hmmm. Might be at the water park."
Stan's ears perked up. "Water park? What water park?"
"Bikini Beach. It's kind of new, but I've heard it's supposed to be one of the
best."
*****
Jack whistled as he shut off the car. The parking lot was full; a steady stream
of lovely young ladies passed the four gawking boys, heading toward the ticket
gate.
"Jackpot!" Stan exclaimed, his head swiveling to track one particularly
attractive girl.
Brett watched the girls, almost in awe. "Wow!" He continued to gaze at the
bikini-clad women. "Hey, I don't see many guys!"
Stan nudged him in the ribs. "Lucky for you there's not much competition,
right?" He glanced at the other men. "So what are we waiting for?"
Almost comically, the four scrambled to exit the car - by the doors, over the
back, any way possible. With their heads threatening to snap off from the
constant turning, they walked to the ticket booth, still engaged in some serious
girl-watching.
"May I help you?" The voice from the ticket booth was soft and melodious, a
siren song to these girl-starved men.
Jack interrupted his gawking. "Uh, yeah. We'd like tickets."
Anya didn't even flinch. It was spring break, after all. At least these guys
weren't trying to hit on her. Yet. "For how long? One- day, two-day, three-day,
or week?"
Stan edged in beside Jack. "Depends. How often are you working here?"
Anya rolled her eyes. Another one. "The best price is on the seven day passes,"
she continued as if she hadn't heard Stan.
Brett peered over Jack's shoulder. "Wow!" he mumbled. "Aren't the passes kind of
steep?"
Anya shrugged. "That's the price. Take it or leave it." She made a show of
glancing around the guys, at the customers lining up behind them. "Listen, while
you guys think, could you let me sell some passes?"
Jack looked up at her, and then glanced behind him. A few other people were
waiting in line. "What? Oh, yeah." He caucused his friends quickly. "I guess
we'll take the week-long passes." The boys ponied up their money, and then took
the passes from Anya.
"And remember to shower before you go in the water." She flashed a curious smile
at them. "Health regulations, you know." Then she turned to the next customers.
*****
Jack pushed his clothes into the locker, then shut it and pocketed the key.
"Kind of small locker room, isn't it?"
Stan was in the shower already, eager to get out near the babes. "I like it that
way. Less competition."
Brett stepped into an empty stall and turned on the water. "You need every edge
you can get," he said dryly.
"I was talking about competition for you guys," Stan retorted. "I've never
had..." His voice cracked briefly, like something irritated his throat, "hmmm,
any worries about competing."
Stan flipped off the warm tingly water and pushed open the curtain. "Time to
find some babes." He turned to the door, and froze, his mouth agape.
Chuck was leaning against the row of lockers, already done with his shower; he
was just waiting for the other guys. Unlike Stan and the others, Chuck was a
little reserved, and didn't really want to be out with the girls by himself. He
looked at Stan, at the way Stan seemed to be staring at him; a frown crept onto
Chuck's face. "What?" he demanded.
Stan stared for a long moment, and then raised his finger to point. At Chuck's
chest. Chuck glance down - and gasped. "What...?" he sputtered. His hands
reached up to touch the tiny cones on his chest, but stopped short, afraid to
touch them. And even as he watched in horror, his hands upheld, the cones
continued to grow, slowly pushing out from his chest, as if they somehow yearned
for the grasp of his hands. He lifted his head, ashen-faced.
Another gasp erupted from Chuck's lips. His eyes, already wide with surprise,
widened even more. "Oh, my God!" he said softly, staring at Stan.
"What the...?" Brett's voice called out in surprise from the showers. Chuck and
Stan turned to see him, and saw his eyes darting back and forth between the two,
his jaw dangling in shock.
Stan glanced back at Chuck. Or more precisely, at what had been Chuck. Even as
he watched, the breasts on Chuck's chest continued their slow inflation, now
starting to round as they filled. Below them, Chuck's waist was still narrowing,
softening, losing muscle definition. Further down - Stan let a tiny cry of alarm
escape his lips - Chuck's swimsuit was now a very sexy thong bikini. And it was
flat on the front. Empty. Devoid of a dick. Stan stared at Chuck's empty crotch
in horror.
Chuck looked at Stan, then at Brett. Both were staring at him - at his crotch.
Chuck peered down - between the round feminine orbs adorning his chest - and
cried in surprise. He saw his bikini bottom, the emptiness of his crotch. He
glanced up at his friends. "What the hell?"
Brett's dark hair was growing as he stared, flowing like molasses down his
shoulders, splitting between his front and back, continuing to creep down in
dark straight locks. The hair touched the impossible boobs growing on Brett's
chest, and parted around them, still lengthening even as his newly grown breasts
pushed outward, parting the stray locks even more.
Jack heard the commotion above the spray of the shower. Puzzled, he turned the
knob off and parted the curtain. He froze, his eyes trying desperately to bulge
from their sockets.
Brett turned to him, still recognizable Brett in his softened facial features,
but every inch a young woman. Jack stared, taking in the changes. Maybe five
foot five, he'd lost eight inches of height in just a few moments - and forty
pounds of muscle. His arms were much more slender, less muscular, like his now-
shapely legs. Long dark hair, parted in the middle, swept down from his head to
the small of his back. His hips were wider, made to look even more so by the
narrowing of his waist to pleasing feminine proportions. Soft brown eyes,
looking even bigger on his smaller face. Cute little nose.
Jack's gaze wandered, to Stan. Stan, the one the girls considered attractive,
with his well-built body. Now all that remained was a trace of his features on a
very pretty face. Full pouty lips. Soft blue eyes. Wavy blonde hair hanging just
to his shoulders. Big - Jack's eyes widened as he saw the size - big round
hooters on Stan's once-muscular chest. Narrow waist. Wide hips, with a soft
round girlish ass. Long shapely legs.
Chuck stood near Stan, staring in bewilderment among the others, his eyes
pleading to understand what had happened to him. Shorter than he'd been, but
still taller than the other two. Where the other two now looked to be ideals of
soft feminine charm, Chuck's transformed body had an athletic grace and power.
More muscular than the others, his body was nonetheless completely and totally
female, from the firm modest breasts to his narrowed waist, from his rounded
hips down his smooth legs.
Where the swimsuits of Stan and Brett had changed into sexy bikinis, Chuck's had
altered into something which might be worn by a swimmer; less revealing, but
still a woman's suit. Chuck's face was softer, less angular. His jutting jaw was
no more; neither did he have the perpetual stubble of a beard. Soft skin,
lightly tanned, covered his attractive features, while wavy sandy-blonde hair
framed his face, falling to below his shoulders.
Jack's jaw seemed to lock open, so great was the shock. "What the hell is this?"
he tried to say, but even those words seemed inadequate.
Even as Jack watched, the magic put its finishing touches on Stan, Brett, and
Chuck. They looked at him, and saw a mostly- masculine man staring at them,
topless as they were. Chuck giggled, while Brett and Stan screamed. They turned
and ran from the locker room.
Jack took a step to chase after them; something was horribly wrong. He
recognized them, or what remained of them - they were his fraternity brothers.
Somehow, they had been changed, altered, and now were girls. The motion of
taking a step, however, was ... wrong. It didn't feel right, as if his feet were
smaller. Jack frowned as the second step felt worse; his center of gravity was
shifted, altered to a stance on wider hips, though he didn't yet realize it. On
the third step, Jack felt something tugging lightly at his chest. On the fourth
step, a wet mop of hair brushed against his shoulders. On the fifth step, the
room seemed to be larger, as if it had grown in proportion to Jack.
Jack opened the door and stepped into the bright sunlight, aware that something
was very, very wrong. Across the way, he saw a girl emerging from the women's
locker, topless, but Jack was too distracted to notice. He shifted his gaze, and
found his three friends, standing in conversation with an old woman. And they
were acting like nothing was wrong at all! In fact, Stan and Brett were tying on
bikini tops like they'd done it all their lives. Jack turned toward them, just
as the old woman turned his way.
"Young lady, I do not permit topless sunbathing in my park," she said as she
confronted Jack. His jaw dropped open, uncomprehending, so the woman turned him.
With a sickening feeling, Jack realized that he was staring at the young girl
again. More precisely, he was staring at what he thought was the young girl.
Slowly, Jack realized he was staring at a mirror, and that he had undergone the
same change as his friends.
The old woman turned him, and held out a bikini top. Jack's protest died in his
throat, replaced instead by an apology for forgetting her top. Jackie giggled as
she tied the top on, and then smiled innocently at the old woman as she walked
away.
"Well, what do we do first?" Colleen asked. Though she looked like Chuck would
have, had he been born a girl, she apparently remembered nothing of him.
Tiffany, the female image of Stan, frowned. "I don't know why you guys wanted to
come here," she protested. "There aren't any guys around."
Brittany giggled. "Tiff, that's all you think about, isn't it." She turned to
Jackie. "What do you want to do first, Jackie?"
Jackie's face clouded for the briefest of moments, then cleared. "Let's try the
tube rides on the volcano," she said cheerfully.
*****
Tiffany sat in the back seat, fighting as the breeze tossed her hair. "Can you
slow down," she complained again. "This is like really messing up my hair!"
Brittany laughed. Her long hair was fastened in a ponytail, so she didn't have
Tiffany's problem. "You're just pissed because there weren't any guys there."
Jackie stole a glance at Colleen, sitting in the passenger seat. All of
Tiffany's talk about sex seemed to be upsetting Colleen; Jackie guessed that she
was still a virgin. "So what are we going to do when we get back to the hotel?"
Brittany glanced at Tiffany, and then the two grinned. "Party!" they sang out.
The other girls complained about just how long it took Tiffany to get ready; the
party they found was at another hotel, and was in full swing when they arrived.
Colleen seemed a bit anxious as she sipped a drink; Jackie realized it was
probably because she was a freshman, and this was her first big party
experience. But the other two - Tiffany and Brittany - started drinking heavily.
Shortly, Tiffany had a couple of guys hanging all over her, and not too much
later; Jackie couldn't find either Tiffany or Brittany. She worried for a bit
about leaving them, but they showed up - both looking very drunk and very, very
pleased with themselves.
*****
Sunday brought another day at Bikini Beach. They tried everything possible, from
the wave pool to the speed slides. But again, Tiffany complained about the lack
of guys, and again, Colleen seemed embarrassed by her talk.
They left the park late in the afternoon, and changed at their room. As they
headed to the car to search for a party, a guy told them of a club. It was
supposed to be the favorite hangout of the local college crowd. The Beach House,
down by the ocean.
The guy was not exaggerating; it was quite a club. Colleen was nervous as they
tried her fake ID, but she got in without a problem. The music was loud, the
crowd was excited, and the dancing was great. Jackie was enjoying herself when
she noticed that Colleen seemed to be a little tipsy. The worst part, though,
was that Tiffany seemed to be helping her get drunk. Jackie fought a couple of
guys off Colleen, and spent most of the night protecting her from the predators.
Tiffany scoffed at Jackie - she was missing the chance for lots of great sex.
Clearly, Tiffany was both drunk and horny, and on the prowl for guys. It was
very late when Jackie gave up on finding Tiffany and Brittany; they'd long been
gone, and the club was getting ready to close. Colleen passed out on the way
back to the room, leaving Jackie the chore of lugging her up the stairs and to
their room.
*****
Colleen staggered out of the bathroom. "What was I drinking last night?" she
asked softly. Her eyes were red, and she was walking as if every movement hurt.
Given her state from the previous night, it probably did.
Jackie shook her head. "You ever have a hangover before?" she asked.
Colleen nodded, deciding that even that was a mistake. "Not like this."
The door opened with a bang, and Tiffany and Brittany marched in. Colleen
flinched from the noise and the light, and again when Tiffany slammed the door
shut.
Tiffany plopped on the bed. "So what did you girls do for fun last night?" she
asked teasingly.
Jackie felt her anger rising. "Where the hell were you two, anyway? I had to
leave without you."
Tiffany glanced at Brittany, and then both started giggling. "We left before you
did."
Jackie's frown indicated her displeasure. "Well, you could have been left
behind."
Brittany laughed. "Don't worry about us. We know how to get guys to take us
anywhere." She turned to Tiffany. "What were their names, anyway?"
Tiffany giggled anew, while poor Colleen looked embarrassed and uncomfortable
with their brazen discussion.
*****
The night's party was at their hotel; Tiffany was strangely hanging around
Colleen a lot, while Brittany seemed to be seeing just how many different guys
she could tease. Jackie went to get another drink, but when she got back,
Tiffany and Colleen were nowhere to be found.
In her state of inebriation, Jackie lost track of Colleen, and she hunted for
her friend for quite a while. Finally, she decided to check their room in case
Colleen had passed out again.
At the last possible second, Tiffany and Colleen showed up. Colleen looked quite
drunk, and Tiffany seemed pleased with herself. Jackie took Tiffany aside. "What
the hell are you doing?" she demanded.
Tiffany tried to look innocent. "Just partying."
Jackie frowned. "What are you trying to do to her? Don't you know she's a
virgin?"
Tiffany giggled. "Not any more, she's not." She glanced at Colleen. "And from
the look on her face, I'd say she's glad of it."
*****
Tuesday was a wet T-shirt contest at the beach. Jackie realized that something
had happened to Colleen; the formerly shy girl was the first to enter, and egged
on the others to join her. And she was so pleased with herself as she displayed
her body.
Tuesday night's party was at a local fraternity house. Colleen was the first to
disappear with a guy. Shortly thereafter, Tiffany and Brittany were nowhere to
be found. And then even Jackie let the alcohol and party atmosphere win out;
she, too, left the party in the company of a young man.
*****
It was Colleen who complained the loudest about the lack of guys at Bikini Beach
the next day. After finally tiring of her wailing, they all left and went
searching for a major party; as expected, one of the hotels had a really jamming
party.
Jackie lost track of Colleen, and went hunting for her again. She heard quite a
bit of sound coming from behind the door to one room. She threw open the door,
and her jaw dropped.
Three guys, and Tiffany, stared at the door, surprised. Only Colleen wasn't
looking guilty, and Jackie realized that was only because she was bent over the
crotch of one guy while another did her from behind. Tiffany giggled, then
turned her attention back to the guy she was with.
A couple of guys nudged past Jackie as they came into the room. And then, for
some reason completely unknown to her, Jackie asked them if she could join the
fun.
*****
Thursday, Jackie realized early on that Bikini Beach was starting to get a bit
boring. They all left by early afternoon, eager to go somewhere a bit more
lively. All of them understood that they meant `more guys'. That night, and on
the following Friday and Saturday, the hours seemed to fly by: they went to the
beach for a concert and swimming; they went to a fraternity house party that
turned into a wild orgy, they went to the Beach House club for dancing and
drinking. The girls partied at their hotel, and at other hotels. And wherever
they went, the guys soon appeared in hovering packs.
Even by the standards they'd set during the week, they really outdid themselves
Saturday night, their last night of Spring Break. Not only did they start the
nude swimming in the pool, but they each did multiple partners in a seemingly
non-stop marathon of sex that lasted well into the night.
*****
Sunday morning, the alarm clock went off at ten. Jack reached over and swatted
angrily at it; on the third swing, he hit something and the noise stopped.
Across from him, Brett stirred. "Quiet," he hissed softly.
Jack pried his eyes open and slowly crawled from the bed. He staggered to the
bathroom, emerging a bit later to find his three companions still sleeping. Jack
stumbled to the window and threw open the curtain, letting the bright light
stream into the room.
"Hey!" Stan protested weakly as he pulled a pillow over his head.
Jack stared out the open window, unaware that a) he was naked, and b) one of the
cleaning ladies had just seen him and was now running in fright. He finally
turned. "Guys, we've got to hit the road." A couple of loud moans greeted his
statement. Jack ripped the covers and pillows from his friends. "Come on guys,"
he said insistently. His head throbbed from the hangover; it was going to be a
long trip home. "You can sleep in the car. Now let's get going!"
*****
Brett was asleep in the back, sprawled in what looked to be a position of
medieval torture. Chuck sat beside him, sipping on a can of juice, his eyes
shaded by sunglasses dark enough to weld with.
Stan reclined in the front seat. He took a big swig of his soda, and then
belched loudly. "That was some break," he said softly.
Jack smiled. "Yeah, we've got to tell the guys about this. I think we ought to
plan on a trip here next year."
Chuck grinned in the back seat. "That was great!" he echoed.
Stan and Jack exchanged a knowing grin. Until this trip, Chuck had been a
virgin. Stan stretched. "I must have done twenty or twenty-five girls!" Then he
rubbed his thighs with both hands. "But somehow, I managed to pull both groin
muscles!"
Chuck laughed softly. "Too much sex."
Stan joined the laugh. "Yeah, and if that's how I feel, imagine what the poor
girl feels like!"
Chuck and Jack grinned. "Just wait till next year."
*****
Anya stretched in the chair, across from her grandmother. "I don't understand
the whole thing," she finally said.
The old woman looked at her, puzzled. "What part? We did good business this
year." She smiled. "Spring Break is always good for business. Maybe we should
advertise more next year."
Anya frowned. "I understand the business, but it doesn't help with the privacy,
does it."
The old woman smiled pleasantly. "It's to help out the girls who come on Spring
Break." She looked at her granddaughter. "Think about what happened to those
four boys who bought passes."
Anya looked thoughtful for a moment, and then frowned. "I still don't
understand."
The old woman shook her head. "No, I don't suppose you do." She smiled at Anya's
innocence and youth. "What do guys on Spring Break want?"
Anya frowned. "Girls."
"And for what?"
"Sex?"
The old woman smiled. The connection was there - if only Anya would make it.
The light bulb clicked on. Anya's eyes widened. "So instead of them preying on
girls, they are the prey!" She smiled. "And by turning up their sex drive, you
help make sure that they are preyed on a lot."
The old woman nodded with a smile. "And that's how I protect the girls. The more
guys can fool around with the changed ones, the fewer need to mess with real
girls."
Anya frowned again. "But don't they remember..."
The old woman smiled. "All they remember is a week of sex. They don't remember
that they were the girls. And next year, when they tell their friends..."
Anya grinned. "More guys come and get changed, fewer real girls have sex forced
on them, and we make a lot of money it the process."
The old woman smiled. "You're such a smart girl."
FIN
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