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Based in Elrod W's universe and utilizing characters created by him.
Bikini Beach: Betrayal
By JDG
Anya smiled at the pretty red head sitting before her. She judged the
woman to be in her late 30's to 40 based on the mental impressions she was
getting. Based on looks she would have to be judged to be late 20's to early
30's. She obviously worked hard at keeping herself in shape.
"So... what can I do for you today Mrs. Johnson?"
"Well, Anya is it? Anya, I have been having a problem with my husband. He
seems to have little compassion for women and takes every opportunity to
denigrate them. He does little to assist me around the house, even though he
doesn't work anymore. I work three jobs to help ends meet and still have to do
most of the cooking and cleaning! In addition, he mocks my friend just because
she's overweight and thinks he's God's gift to women, even with all the weight
he's put on since taking an early retirement."
Anya wasn't as skilled as her Grandmother at reading minds, but she was
getting some very clear images from Mrs. Johnson's mind. She was clearly
emotionally overwrought and, as far as Anya could tell, with good reason. She
might have done well to remember the old adage that a little knowledge can be a
dangerous thing.
She smiled at the distraught woman. "I think we can help you Mrs. Johnson.
My Grandmother should be back in a few days and..."
Jenna Johnson cut her off in her desperation. "A few days! Oh I don't
think I can stand it even for another day! Please you must help me! My friend
Onna heard from a friend of her's that you can do... can do... things." Her
voice became tentative at this point.
Anya thought that Mrs. Johnson must have a great deal of trust in her
friend to take such a chance. Coming to a park she had never been to, asking a
young woman she didn't know for help with her most intimate marital problems,
and the type of help she asked for!
"Ok Mrs. Johnson. Bring your husband here tomorrow. Now how long a pass do
you want for the two of you? We have one day, three day, one week, multiple
combinations of week's and month's, and even lifetime passes."
Jenna hesitated for a moment, as if now that her hopes were about to be
realized, she was afraid to go forward. "I'll take a one month pass! Our kid's
are at their paternal Grandmother's for the month, so that should present no
problems. AND it should give Mr. Macho the full feminine experience!"
Anya smiled as she printed out the tickets and collected the money. She
loved helping others.
*****
"A water park? Sounds nice, at least as long as they have a lazy river or
lagoon I can lounge in." Dan Johnson spoke with a smile in his voice. Despite
crippling back pain he always looked for the bright side of things. Eighteen
years of being a street cop hadn't beaten it out of him. Disease and damage to
his spine hadn't been able to beat it out of him. Even his wife getting drunk
one night, a year or two after his injury, and his then finding her in the arms
of his best friend hadn't beaten it out of him. He loved her and knew as long as
she loved him all would be all right with his world. And he did believe that she
loved him. It was about all he had left.
Dan had to make a lot of adjustments over the years. The years of diabetes
had damaged his standing on the force he worked for, but he had won the right to
keep on at his job through the courts. He had to carry snacks and insulin with
him everywhere, but he could keep on working. After his back was damaged though
his career was done. There was another long drawn out fight with the City over
his disability retirement, they wanted to just get rid of him at no cost to
them. He had won eventually but at great cost to his health. As a result he had
been unable to do much since then. He felt bad that he hadn't been able to help
his wife more around the house, but with the constant pain and his fluctuating
blood pressure he had to rest often and take massive amounts of medications. He
hadn't told her about the doctor's concerns from his last blood tests. She had
enough on her mind.
As they pulled into the parking lot Dan read the name. "Bikini Beach? This
really doesn't sound much like a family type water park to me."
"Oh come on Dan. The kid's are at your mother's and it's just us. Let
yourself go. Live a little!"
"I have let myself go. I used to be in fairly good shape, but now. I'm not
sure I want to be walking around a park called Bikini Beach looking like a
beached whale."
Jenna laughed at that. "You're still a fine figure of a man." Under her
breath she added, "For a few more minutes anyway."
With trepidation Dan levered himself out of the family van and gathered
his beach bag up. Using his cane he limped painfully across the parking lot
toward the entrance. He noted the large numbers of young women and girls
entering the park. He also noted that he didn't see any men going in. "Are you
sure you want me going in a place like this? I don't see any men around."
"It's early Silly! I'm sure the men wait until the park gets full of
lovely young things in little tiny bikini's before they come by. Getting here
this early we can get our places picked out before it gets too crowded."
This seemed to make sense to Dan so he went along. A pretty young woman in
the ticket booth waved them through and Jenna explained that she had previously
purchased their passes. She told Dan to go into the men's locker room and change
and be sure to shower for health regulations. Dan agreed and headed into the
locker room marked MEN.
Dan was a bit surprised at how small the men's locker room was, and he
felt a strange sense of unease. He had learned, over the years to listen to his
feelings, but what harm could there be in a changing room at a water park?
Dismissing his forebodings Dan changed into his swimsuit and a sleeveless T-
shirt and climbed into the shower. The water was remarkably warm right from the
start. It felt invigorating and tingly. Dan relished the way it seemed to
massage away all the little aches and pains he normally felt.
With his eyes closed Dan never noticed the faint pink mist that rose about
him as he showered. A strange sense of vertigo seemed to seize Dan as he felt
like you do when on an elevator just starting down. The feeling passed almost as
soon as it started, but now other unusual sensations were making themselves
known to him. The water seemed to be striking his chest more intensely, and from
a higher angle than a moment ago. He could feel wet strands of hair hanging
about his ears and neck. Dan wore his hair, what was left of it, short and close
to his skull. His balance felt off to him, in a way different from what he had
experienced since his back injury. He felt oddly swollen in areas and oddly
empty in others. For a moment his stomach felt queasy and seemed to churn.
Dan knew something was wrong, but was afraid to open his eyes to see what.
After all he had been through he wasn't sure he could take much more. Finally,
summoning his courage he reached for the shower knobs to switch the water stream
off. His hands encountered only tile where he thought the handles should be.
When he opened his eyes he saw the handles, inches above where he remembered
them being. But it was his arm and hand that held his attention.
Instead of his large square fingered hand, Dan saw a delicate feminine
appendage with manicured nails. The arm was slender and almost hairless. From
the corner of his eye he saw strands of dark hair hanging beside his face. He
felt it's cold wetness pressed against his cheek and neck.
Fearing that he knew what he would see, Dan looked down. His sleeveless T-
shirt had become a bikini top, and contained two impressive breasts. Below the
strange swellings were a perfectly flat stomach, and a tiny bikini clad mound.
The mound had the hint of a vertical division contained within it. The legs that
ran down from there were long, slender, and well toned, ending in tiny feet.
Dan felt the world spin around him. He thought he had suffered a stroke or
some other failure of his internal systems that caused him to hallucinate.
Staggering out of the shower stall he confronted a hallway with a large mirror
at the end. In the mirror was a lovely young woman; dressed in the bikini Dan
had seen on his altered body. She had dark hair with red highlights. She looked
to be about 18 years old, and scared out of her mind.
Dan brought his hand to his mouth, and the strange image did the same. "Oh
my God. Am I going mad?"
"No Dan. You aren't. I must say you turned out lovely."
Gasping Dan spun toward the sound of his wife's voice. With his balance
just a bit off the young woman started to overbalance for a moment. The large
breasts, swaying with the movement, created a disconcerting sensation for Dan.
Jenna was loving the look of shock on her transformed husbands face. "Now
you can see what it's like to be ogled, and groped, and even mooed at!" She said
nastily.
"You... you did this to me? This is real?" Dan sounded as if she was on
the verge of a complete mental meltdown. This penetrated the revenge high Jenna
was experiencing. She stared at Dan wondering, for the first time, if she had
gone too far. But it was only for a month, and besides he deserved it! Onna had
said so, and Onna was her best friend.
Putting a smirk on her pretty lips Jenna grabbed Dan by the upper arm.
"Now that you're young and healthy you can enjoy all the rides here at Bikini
Beach. But do be careful on some of the water slides. With hooters that big, and
that tiny thong bottom you're liable to experience some difficulty." With that
Jenna started to drag a feebly protesting Dan out toward the sun.
Anya stood a short distance outside the men's changing room. She loved to
see the shocked faces on the transformed men when they realized that they were
now going to be on the receiving end of what they had been dishing out. She saw
Jenna dragging the transformed Dan out by the arm, but something didn't seem
right. The young woman had a strange look in her eyes. A look almost of...
madness.
Dan's world seemed to be crumbling about him. His friends, his job, even
(in ways) his body had betrayed him in the past... but nothing like this. He was
a girl. A young, beautiful girl, and his wife had done it to him. But why? He
had forgiven her when she had her drunken tryst with his friend George. He had
always done his best to support her and care for her and their kids. He didn't
cheat, gamble, or drink much. Why would she do such a thing to him? Then it hit
him. She didn't love him, she never had. That was when the world dropped out
from under Dan. His body, and his training, took over as his mind shut down.
Just as Anya as deciding she should take a hand in the tableau unfolding
before her, she saw the young brunette lash out with the speed of a striking
rattlesnake. Her right arm shot up and the forearm collided with the left side
of Jenna's neck. Had Anya had training in martial arts she may have recognized a
brachial stun. Jenna dropped like a sack of soggy oatmeal. It was only the
smaller woman catching her and easing her to the ground that saved her from a
concussion against the flagstones. The girl then fled back inside the locker
room.
Anya rushed over to the stunned red head but was bowled over by Dan
charging back out with her car keys in hand. The shoulder block took Anya off
her feet and dropped her into a grassy patch, which grew nearby, unhurt. By the
time she got back to her feet and checked on the slowly recovering Jenna, Dan
was gone.
"What in heaven's name is going on here!"
Anya spun, relief flooding through her. "Grandmother! Thank goodness it's
you!"
As Dan grabbed her car keys and headed back out she was still adjusting,
physically, to her altered shape. She came out the front at a dead run. The
strange heavy globes of her chest bouncing within their meager coverings. She
felt as if her hips and ass caused her to waddle rather than run, but was just
glad to be able to do either without pain. The young woman from the ticket booth
was approaching as Dan emerged into the hot sunlight again. She ducked low and
caught her in the abdomen with her shoulder. The move knocked the girl off her
feet and into a nearby strip of grass and flowers.
"Perfect." Dan thought. Despite what had been done to her, she still
couldn't bring herself to deliberately hurt a woman who offered no immediate
physical threat to her. Dan ran to her van in the parking lot and leaped in the
drivers seat. She had to adjust it forward, for the first time since she began
driving. The seatbelt felt odd as it tightened between her breasts, but she
ignored it as she fired up the engine and left the parking lot in a cloud of
smoke. She wasn't sticking around to give them the chance to do anything else to
her. As she roared down the road, adjusting her mirrors as she went, Dan found
her vision blurred by tears.
Anya stood quietly to one side of her Grandmother's small office. Jenna
Johnson sat in front of her Grandmother's desk, with a bag of ice against the
side of her neck.
"He hit me. I can't believe he hit me." She kept mumbling to herself.
Anya's Grandmother sat behind her desk eyeing the distraught woman.
"I take it he's never hit you before?"
The Old Woman's question seemed to catch Jenna by surprise. "No! Of course
not! Dan believed very firmly that you only hit in self-defense, and never a
woman unless there was no other way to protect yourself! That's why I can't
believe he hit me today!"
"But HE didn't did he?"
"What? What do you mean? Of course he did! Just look at my neck!" Here
Jenna moved the bag of ice aside to show the angry red area on the left side of
her neck.
"No Jenna. He didn't hit you. SHE did, and it was self-defense. After all,
you had just revealed to her that you were behind her transformation."
Jenna's eyes went wide. Obviously she had never considered it from this
aspect.
"Tell me Mrs. Johnson, why did you bring your husband here anyway? What
had he done to deserve your stealing his body away from him like that?"
"Well... well he's just a pig! He almost never helps around the house for
one thing, even though he's retired and I have to work three jobs to keep the
bills paid."
"Really? Odd, I thought he paid all the bills from his retirement and you
used the money you make to fund your trips up to visit your friend Onna, and to
pay for extras YOU want. Didn't he use his settlement from worker's compensation
to pay the house off so that if anything happened to him you and the children
would have it free and clear? Doesn't he also do all the laundry, make the bed
every day, clean the bathrooms about every other month, and cook two to three
times a week?"
"I have to work! I come home tired you know!" Jenna sounded defensive.
"You drive a school bus I believe, yes? A stressful job to be sure. You
work at that what, 4 hours a day? Your second job is as a school bus driver
trainer which you do for about 8 hours a week, and then you clean a dental
office twice a week for a total of 36 hours a week total. Not quite a full time
job, all put together are they?"
Jenna was turning red in the face, though whether with anger or shame Anya
wasn't sure. Anya was feeling rather upset with herself. She hadn't checked
closely enough to insure that what she had heard was correct. She had seen so
many men like Jenna described that she was ready to just accept that Dan Johnson
was another one.
"Your husband has four herniated disks in his back, and two fractured
vertrabrae. He is a brittle diabetic, has severe hypertension, a heart
condition, and sleep apnea so bad it requires him to sleep attached to a CPAP
machine to keep him breathing. Despite all this he still only does that pitiful
bit of work. What a beast." The Old Woman's words fairly dripped sarcasm.
"There's more you know!" Jenna sounded like a petulant child now. "He's
inattentive, a lousy lover, and he's mean to my friend Onna!"
"Ah yes... your good friend Onna. The one who was raped on a date at 16,
married her rapist, spent 12 unhappy years with him until he left her for an 18
year old girl, and who has spent the years since drifting from one unhappy
affair to another... always with married men. Is that the good friend who you
take advice from regarding your husband?"
Jenna's reply was a tiny squeak. "Yes."
"Now as to the rest... well... isn't it true that your husband compliments
you constantly? Telling you how lovely, and intelligent you are? How lucky he is
to be with you? Doesn't he always take care of your needs in the bedroom?"
"Yes, yes, YES! But he makes me feel undesirable because often he can't
finish!! How can I think I'm loved and valued if he can't even finish?!" She was
sobbing openly now.
"His back is broken. He takes enough medications to kill a normal man.
He's in constant pain and yet he still ensures that you never fail to reach that
pinnacle of bliss we each seek in the arms of a lover. He does all this knowing
that the pain and medications will prevent him from reaching that same peak,
because he loves you, and you say he doesn't make you feel valued and
desirable?!" Anya flinched at the tone in her Grandmother's voice. Rarely had
she seen her so angry.
Mrs. Johnson had broken down completely now. She was sobbing her heart out
as she sat in the chair. Anya's Grandmother was relentless though.
"When Mrs. Johnson, was the last time you made him feel special,
desirable, needed? When was the last time you even gave him so much as an
unsolicited compliment?! And as for your friend Onna... remember how you begged
him to flirt and be nice to her? How you begged him to make her feel special
because she thought he was so handsome? So he complimented her on her eyes, and
her hair. He flattered her on her intelligence and chatted with her. Then when
she tried to seduce him into having sex with her he rejected her and told her
that he would never betray you. He told her that if she was really your friend
then she wouldn't even ask him such a thing! And all this despite your having
cheated on him with his 'best friend'!"
"Please... please, no more. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I was wrong. Oh God
what have I done? What have I done!" Jenna was almost hysterical. Despite her
resentment toward Jenna at having been used to injure an innocent, Anya found
herself feeling bad for the woman.
"Is... is there anything you can do to help me? Can you change Dan back
even though he's left the park?"
"Your husband will stay in that form for the duration of the pass, plus 12
hours, there's nothing I can do about that." Anya started at that. She stared at
her Grandmother intensely.
"What am I going to do? Dan could be anywhere by now."
"Your husband is at your house, packing her things. I suspect that when
she tries to leave she may find that her van will not start. If you hurry a cab
may get you there before she leaves. After that it's all up to the two of you.
There's a cab waiting at the park entrance now. If I were you I'd hurry."
Jenna ran from the room. She had to get home in time. She had to tell Dan
how sorry she was, how much she loved him. Somehow she had to convince him to
give her another chance. She just prayed that she would be in time.
At the Johnson home Dan packed up the last of "her" clothes into a bag.
She was sobbing openly. She felt the best, physically, that she could ever
remember feeling. At the same time her soul felt as if it were dying within her.
Her wife didn't love her. She had failed, somehow, as a husband. She didn't feel
that there was anything else left to live for. Maybe her wife and kids would be
better off without her. Maybe. She didn't know anymore. Her whole world had
changed... magic existed and now she was a young woman. All she did know was
that she had to get away. To think. Grabbing her keys she headed out to the van.
Anya stared at her Grandmother after Jenna had left. "Grandmother you
could have changed Dan's mind... made her more accepting of all this, yet you
didn't. Why?"
"Don't you think he's been victimized enough Anya? Besides he needs his
thought's unclouded over the next month. He has some very big decisions to
make."
"Like whether or not to forgive his wife? Whether or not to stay married
to her?"
"That, and whether or not he wants to live."
"Whether or not he wants to live? I don't understand."
A few days ago Dan Johnson's doctor called him. He had been having some
unusual abdominal pains lately. The blood tests indicated unusually high amounts
of white blood cells. Anya... he has cancer. He knows it deep down inside, even
though he hasn't had this confirmed by further tests. HE has less than 4 month's
to live. SHE can live a full and productive life. But it has to be his decision,
that's only right. I'm afraid that in this, we can do no more."
The old woman let her eyes close slowly, her breathing slow and heavy. For
several anguishing moments, Anya wondered what her grandmother would do to her
for her mistake. As the seconds ticked slowly and mercilessly by, Anya felt her
own guilt rising, while her mind began to imagine the results of the old woman's
wrath. She began to tremble, both from fear of the punishment she knew she
deserved, and from the inner turmoil of her error. Finally, her grandmother
opened her eyes.
"Anya, you should be at your job."
Anya stood slowly, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes. Tears for
this man whom she had so badly misjudged. Tears for the life that would soon
end, one way or another. She nodded, then kissed her grandmother on the cheek
and left the office. As she left, she thought she saw a single tear crawling
down the old woman's own weathered cheek. And as Anya walked stiffly back to the
ticket booth, she realized a great many things.
Her own powers, impressive as they might be to some, were dangerous
because she lacked experience and judgment. She realized just how wise her
grandmother was - wise about dealing with people, and wiser still about how -
and when - to use her magic. And most of all, Anya realized that there are some
situations where even magic is useless.
END
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