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There have been a lot of questions and speculation about the background of the old woman and Anya, her granddaughter. I came up with this little tale to answer some of the questions. There are still questions lingering - after all, we all love a little mystery. Copyright by the authors. All rights reserved. This story may not be copied or posted without the authors express permission. Bikini Beach: Anya and Me by Elrod W and Ellie Dauber "Greg?" I turned instinctively at the sound of my name, though there could have been a dozen other guys named Greg in the mall that fateful Friday afternoon. "Greg, is it really you?" The girl coming my way looked oddly familiar, though I couldn't quite place her. She was tall, at least compared to the girls I knew, and striking in appearance. Her shorts really displayed her long tanned legs, while a light plaid shirt, tails tied above her navel, buttons unfastened, exposed her bared midriff and accentuated her bosom. Her dark wavy hair danced off her shoulders, beautifully framing her face. She had a curious combination of smile and bewilderment on her features, as though she was pleased at seeing me, but puzzled that I didn't recognize her. "Yes?" I said noncommittally. I needed to buy time to figure out who she was. The girl stopped and frowned, and then she planted her hands on her hips. "Greg Lawson, don't tell me you've forgotten me," she scolded. By now I was totally baffled. There was something oddly familiar about this girl, but I just couldn't place it. The frown changed into an impish grin. "How about this? You tried to catch me climbing up a tree in fourth grade, and you fell and broke your arm." The pieces clicked into place. I couldn't help myself as my jaw dropped open. "Anya?" I asked in disbelief. "Is it... is it really you?" Anya grinned. She flared out her hands, then spun quickly, showing off how much she'd grown. "I was wondering if you remembered me." I couldn't help grinning. "Last time I saw you, you were kind of..." Anya smiled pleasantly. "A gangly little thing with braces?" I should have thought it strange that she plucked the words right out of my mouth. "Well, you were... we both were... a little younger." And then, much to my embarrassment, my stomach growled. Anya giggled - the same happy laugh I'd known all those years ago. "I see you're about as hungry as I am. Why don't we get a bite to eat?" We sat at a small table, Anya eating her tacos while I munched on a roast beef sandwich. "You don't look like the tomboy I knew," I finally blurted between bites. I was thinking that she looked rather beautiful, as a matter of fact. Anya almost blushed. "Thanks. I try to stay trim." Once again, it was like she'd read my mind. "What are you doing down here? Finally get tired of the cold and snow?" This time I couldn't help wrinkling my brow. That was exactly what I'd been thinking. "How'd you know?" Anya shrugged her shoulders and smiled, again the impish little grin. "Just a little trick I picked up," she said cryptically. I didn't quite believe her. "I'm going to the U. I'm working on a degree in architecture." I took another bite. "What about you?" Anya shrugged. "I'm working with my grandmother. She runs a Water park, and she's teaching me the business." My eyes lit up. "Really?" This was exciting, but for different reasons than she might have guessed. "I'm trying to concentrate in leisure and recreation architecture," I blurted. "I'd love to see the park sometime!" Anya's eyes narrowed, as if I were pulling her leg. "You're kidding, right?" She saw I was serious. "Theme park architecture? That's wild!" I couldn't help the grin on my face. "It's only natural. Remember how much time we spent at Coaster Heaven?" Anya got a far-off look, as the memories came flooding back. "We must have spent half our summers there," she said wistfully. "Those were some great rides, weren't they?" "Yeah, and don't forget Splash World." My memories were crystal clear; I could easily picture the two of us - in our early teens - eager for the summer opening of the parks. Anya and I had been the best of friends. "How could I?" Anya said, feigning anger. "You beat me swimming all the time - and you rubbed my nose in it." My laugh was not mocking; it was delight at the memories. "It wasn't my fault I grew faster!" Anya smiled again. "I guess you were predestined for a job in the industry." "And you, too!" Anya shook her head, still smiling. "I didn't think so. Grandmother had to fight to get me to take the job. I didn't understand that it could be as much fun to run the park as to play in it." She got a far- off look in her eyes. "Turns out she was right. Like she is on so many things." "She sounds like a neat lady. I'd like to meet her sometime." Anya's smile hid some secret, something that clearly amused her. "Oh, I'm sure you'll get a chance." As we walked to the door, me to go back to class, and Anya to go to work, I had to ask the one question that had been nagging me. "What happened?" Blunt, direct. I knew it was risky, but I couldn't think of any other way. "You just vanished." I felt a tear trying to escape my eye, and I blinked hard to stop it. "I was looking forward to the junior prom, and you just left. Without even saying goodbye." The pain of that year came back in a rush, as I knew it would, but I just had to know. Even though we hung out together all the time, it had taken all of my courage to ask her to the prom. And then she vanished, leaving me heartbroken. Anya stopped and stared at me, a long, hard, penetrating stare that seemed to burn through me. "I'm sorry," she said. Her lip trembled, and I saw her eyes blink quickly to clear the mist. "You wouldn't..." Anya's eyes suddenly went wide, and then a sadness crept across her features. "Yes, you would understand. You've been through it, too." I frowned. "What?" Anya bit her lip, and then continued. "My mom died. I had to leave to live with Grandmother." She wiped a tear from her eye, then looked up, her eyes soft with sympathy. "You know how that feels, though, don't you. Since you lost your parents in a wreck a couple of years ago." My jaw nearly hit the floor. Coupled with her surprising insight was the suddenly renewed pain of that loss, of that terrible day. How could Anya possibly understand that I was here because it was away from snow and ice. Ice - the horrible frozen glaze that covered the road on that awful night. The slippery, unforgiving ice, on which the drunk lost control of his car and skidded into my dad's car. Mom was killed instantly when her head smashed into the dashboard. Dad lasted a week, his body slowly shutting down from the terrible internal injuries he suffered when the steering wheel smashed into his chest. I knew none of it for two weeks; I was unconscious and hospitalized myself, having been smashed against the back of Mom's seat. The tears were stinging my eyes as I fought to control my emotions; the pain was still sharp, and occasionally still caught me by surprise - as it did now. I felt a firm grip on my arm, and I glanced down, to where Anya was holding me. "I'm sorry to bring up those memories," she said simply yet sincerely. "I didn't mean to hurt you again." I tried to be brave, to wave off her concern, to put on my John Wayne macho face. But I could tell it wasn't fooling Anya. "Tell you what," she began, "to make up for the prom and to get reacquainted, how about if I take you out to dinner and dancing? You're free tonight, right?" ***** I gasped with surprise as we pulled up to the restaurant. As a student, there was no way I could afford to eat here. I glanced at Anya, worried about how much this dinner would cost her, but she just smiled. As we followed the waiter through the restaurant to a cozy booth, I glanced around, almost in awe. The things I'd heard about this restaurant were true - it had a very romantic atmosphere. The lighting was low and intimate, partially absorbed by the dark wood paneling. The tables were deeply-stained oak, with polished brass fittings. The rich green carpet matched the green dyed leather cushions. I whistled to myself again - this was some treat from Anya. The maitre'd appeared, greeting Anya by name, then he gave her a wine list. Anya started to open it, then her eyes narrowed and she stared at me for a few seconds. She handed the wine list back to the maitre'd. "No wine tonight," she said pleasantly. After he left, she turned to me. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't realize that you don't drink." To say that my jaw dropped would be an understatement. Seismometers around the world registered the fall. "How..." I was thoroughly baffled. Anya smiled again. "I should have known you wouldn't drink. Not after the accident." "You're scaring me a little," I finally stammered. This was getting more than a bit spooky. She had probed yet another one of my pains. By now, I couldn't deny that she was reading my mind. Once or twice, I could have dismissed as coincidence. All of the details she seemed to know, however, ruled out coincidence. A worried wrinkle crossed her brow. "I'm really sorry, Greg. I wasn't meaning to scare you." She looked down at the table for a moment, at her hands fidgeting nervously. "You see, I'm a... well, I use magic." From her tone, it was obvious that her admission was painful for her. I looked at her. "Sort of like 'Bewitched'?" Anya looked up at me, startled, then grinned. "Yeah, something like that." She laughed. "Most people think of broomsticks and pointed hats. Leave it to you to have an attractive vision." She took a sip of water. "Not really a witch. More like a magician. Grandmother is tutoring me. You see, at her park, I have to read the customers. I'm getting pretty good at it, but I haven't gotten good control over turning it on and off." My eyes widened a bit. "Your grandmother is teaching you magic, and running a water park? She must be some incredible woman." Anya smiled enigmatically. "You have no idea." ***** The smell of bacon penetrated my nostrils and snapped my brain awake. Almost as fast, my eyes popped open. Something was wrong - I didn't recognize my surroundings. I bolted upright in bed, and tried to piece things together. I was lying in a large bed, on floral-print satin sheets, under a matching floral-print spread. Two white posts interrupted my view; my groggy mind realized it was probably a four-poster bed. I glanced around, noticing that the bedroom was done in red and pink flower print wallpaper. Patio doors, lightly screened by lacy white curtains, led onto what appeared to be a balcony. A large dresser in washed pine, topped by a three-paned mirror, squatted against one wall; a matching vanity huddled in the corner beside the patio doors. A few throw pillows, in whites and pinks and reds, were strewn carelessly about the floor - along with my clothes. "Morning, sleepyhead." I turned to see Anya coming through the door, wearing only my shirt and carrying a tray. She'd only buttoned a couple of the bottom buttons, leaving a good view into her cleavage. She set the tray at the foot of the bed, then sat down beside me. Her arms encircled my head as she drew me into a kiss - a long, passionate kiss. "Thought you'd like some breakfast." I pulled her lips back toward me. "Can it wait?" In answer, she pressed me back into bed. ***** I stared at Anya between bites; she seemed all the more beautiful every time I looked. Her hair was a bit disheveled, and she was wearing my shirt again as she sipped her cup of coffee. "Aren't you going to eat?" I finally asked. Anya smiled. "Got to keep my figure," she said with a smile. "Besides, I've never been a breakfast person." I couldn't help grinning. "You've done pretty good at it." I finished the last bite of eggs, then slurped down my coffee. "You're pretty good at cooking, too. Did you... you know?" I tried to wrinkle my nose like I'd seen Samantha do on Bewitched. Anya scowled, trying to suppress a laugh. "It doesn't work like that," she said. She rose from the table. "I've got something to show you." "I think I already saw it," I said playfully as I rose. Anya wrinkled her nose and slapped my arm playfully. "You're bad!" She took my hand and led me out onto the balcony. I slid my hand from Anya's and stepped to the railing, leaning forward slightly. The view was extraordinary. The condos were perched at the edge of a gentle slope. While no mountain, it was high enough that the ocean, less than a mile away down the slope, could be seen rolling toward the sandy shore. I felt a sudden tranquility enter my soul as I took in the view. Slowly, I turned my gaze. Off to the right, buildings poked up through the trees, growing larger and taller and more dense as they receded into the distance, pointing in their own peculiar way toward the city center a few miles distant. I felt Anya slide to the railing beside me. "I love the view," she purred. "One of the best parts of the condo." We stood silently for a long moment, soaking in the ambiance. "But that's not what I wanted to show you. Over there." She pointed to the left. I turned my head, and my eyes widened. "Is that... is that where you work?" I finally asked. The water park was only a couple hundred yards away, and from her eighth-floor patio, I could see nearly everything. An artificial volcano rose from its midst, its flanks displaying a number of the distinctive winding aqua tracks of water slides. A large swimming lagoon stood amidst palm trees, surrounded by white sand. A castle - a children's play area? A large wave pool. A sandy volleyball court. A tiki-hut themed pavilion. "You work there?" Anya smiled. "That's grandmother's park. And yes, I work there." "Wow!" I couldn't help but be impressed, given my intended studies. "That's some park!" Anya smiled proudly. "Grandmother is very proud of it. And yes, I'll take you there." Her features clouded, as if she was keeping something from me. "Maybe next weekend." My heart sank. "Next weekend?" I wanted to go right then. Anya forced a smile. "You've got a big test next week, and that midterm project, remember? I'm not going to be the cause of your grades falling. Next weekend will be plenty soon for you." I sighed - she was right. "Okay, I can wait." We dressed, and then took the elevator down. As we left the building, a limo pulled up in front, and an attractive older woman climbed out. She was nicely tanned, but without wrinkles, and though she looked to be in her mid-thirties, she was likely much older. She wore a perfectly tailored business suit, albeit with a high skirt to display her long curvy legs. Her pearls and pearl earrings were modest but clear displays of her wealth. There was something else about her, too. As some women wore jewelry, she wore power. It was an almost-visible cloak about her; the way she stood, the way she held her head, the way she walked. "Hi, Anya," she said cheerfully. Anya smiled. "Hi, Ronnie. Have a good trip?" Ronnie frowned. "Mostly. The travel sucked, as usual, but I closed the deal, which is the important thing." She glanced at me, and I felt like I was on display. "Is this your boyfriend?" "Greg is a very dear old friend," she said evenly. "Oh," Ronnie said with a grin. She eyed me again. "Maybe I'll see you around." She turned to enter the building, then gave me a quick wink. I was sure Anya hadn't seen it. My mind raced as I tried to figure out if the wink and innuendo meant what I thought it might. "Why did I feel like I was on display back there?" I asked as she drove toward my dorm. Anya laughed. "Because you were." She gave me a quick smile. "Ronnie Harris owns the building, and she's always looking for a new boy-toy." ***** Despite the drudgery of the test and the project, the week seemed to fly past. I took Anya out for pizza one night, and we watched a rented movie another. Finally, it was Saturday morning. I was out the door by the time Anya parked her Miata. I climbed in and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Let's go have some fun," I said. Almost instantly, I knew Anya was nervous about something. She was very quiet during the ride. It wasn't until we neared the park that she spoke. "There's something about the park I have to tell you," she said hesitantly. She waited a moment, and when I didn't say anything, she continued. "You see, Grandmother built this park for ladies only. As a refuge from lecherous, leering stares and guys hunting girls as bedroom prey." "So you're asking if I can behave?" Anya swallowed hard. "No, that's not it." She pulled into her parking lot, but left the car running. "Guys aren't allowed in." I frowned. "So I don't get to go in, is that it? Or is it some kind of special guest rule or something?" Anya shook her head. "Uh, you remember when I told you about the magic?" She was truly nervous now. "Yeah, but..." Suddenly, the pieces snapped together. "What you're saying is that, for me to go in, you have to wave a wand or something to turn me into a girl? Or something like that?" Anya flinched, biting her lower lip. "Yeah," she admitted. The frown on my face deepened. "For how long?" Anya had been holding her breath; she let it out in a sigh of relief. "Just for the duration of the pass. Plus a few hours." I closed my eyes for a long second, then opened them and nodded. "Okay, I guess it wouldn't hurt." Anya couldn't have possibly known that, inside, I'd often wondered what it would be like to be a girl. It had never been an obsession; more like the normal young male curiosity. Now, I had a unique chance to find out. Since I'd always been kind of daring and adventurous, the prospect didn't bother me too much. Anya shut off the car, and we walked toward a ticket booth. It was early in the day, and lots of cars were parking. With the exception of an occasional man or boy, nearly everyone walking toward the gate was a girl. A few of the girls giggled as they looked at me; obviously, they knew what was in store for me. Anya left me by the gate while she went into the ticket booth. A few moments later, she came out with a pass. "So how does this work?" I asked, my nervousness reasserting itself. Anya smiled. "Change in the men's locker. After you change, shower. Then," she pulled a wad of cloth from seemingly nowhere - more magic - "put this on." The smile broadened. "Grandmother doesn't like topless ladies in her park." The locker room was tiny in comparison to what I'd expected, but there were plenty of unused lockers. I changed quickly into my trunks, then squared my shoulders and stepped over to the shower stall. I might have been nervous, but I trusted Anya. She wouldn't have brought me here if it caused any harm. I reached in and twisted the handle, then stepped in and yanked the curtain closed. The shower was warm and had a peculiar tingle to it, as if the jets of water were massaging me clear to the bones. From Anya's clues, I suspected that the shower was the magic part, so I tried to watch what was happening, as if my senses were turned on high. Within seconds, I was surprised to see the mist in the shower stall turning faintly pink, even as the massage effect got more pleasant. Finally, the tingling ended, and I shut off the water. I stood nervously in the shower, waiting and wondering. How was the change going to occur? Would it hurt, or be pleasant? Sudden, or slow? In my peripheral vision, I saw wispy locks of hair descending slowly, growing longer and thicker. I reached up to touch them, to hold them in front of my eyes as the hair continued to lengthen. And as I watched in amazement, I saw my hand begin to change as well; with an incredible fluidity, my hand grew more slender while my fingers got shorter. A quick glance confirmed that my arms were changing as well, growing less muscular, while the hair seemed to vanish. I felt a tingle on my chest, and I dropped my gaze, not wanting to miss this wonderful and strange metamorphosis. My nipples were already larger and darker than before, capping tiny cones of breasts which even as I watched swelled outward. Slowly, the cones stretched outward, doing in a few moments what took years in developing girls. I could already feel the weight tugging lightly on my chest and shoulder muscles, and I wondered how they would feel when they stopped. A glance between the amazing breast growth showed me that my waist was narrowing, becoming more slender and losing the defined abs which I'd worked to maintain. And lower still, I felt my body rearranging as my hips seemed to widen. I reached slowly behind myself, and touched the larger, rounder, more feminine rear which was forming. A gasp of surprise escaped my lips when I saw the swimming suit flow like water, changing from a modest pair of trunks into a moderate bikini. Strangely, the bikini bottom was full, holding in my manhood, so I slid my hand down, pulling the bikini away from my body. I was fascinated by the progress of the changes and wanted to see more. My testicles seemed to lift, pulling themselves with startling speed up, and I could have sworn I felt them moving upwards into my body, destined to reshape into ovaries. My scrotum began to flow, shaping into folds of skin around my shrinking organ. Slowly, unstoppably, my penis continued to shrink, now an inch, now half, until it tucked itself between the still changing folds, settling in as a newly formed clitoris. Below, I felt a tugging sensation, something pulling upward and inward. Surprisingly, it wasn't painful, or even uncomfortable, but I could feel my body being rearranged. I returned my gaze to the growing weight on my chest, and was amazed to see that the cones had stopped pushing outward, and were now rounding themselves into adult breasts. From the new perspective of my own eyes, they seemed incredibly large, although I knew that in reality they weren't. Still, I cupped them, then let them hang, swaying my body to and fro, feeling the new sensations as the breasts swayed and tugged, bounced and jiggled. As suddenly as it had started, it was done. I marveled at how rapidly the changes had occurred, how completely I had been changed. I stepped from the shower, picked up the top, and with an ease that completely surprised me, tied it on, as if I'd been doing it all my life. The back of the door held a full-length mirror; as soon as I saw myself, my mouth dropped in shock. Long brown hair framed a delicate and utterly feminine face; my lips were a bit more defined, and my eyes seemed much larger and softer. My body was, if not divine, quite attractive nonetheless, with modest breasts, a modest waist, and round hips. I stepped out of the locker room, and flinched from the bright sun. After a second, I squinted and saw Anya. I walked carefully toward her as my eyes continued adjusting. "Amazing!" was all I could say when I got to her. Anya smiled. "Most men don't take the change very well." I laughed. "How many men know what to expect?" It was Anya's turn to laugh. "Touche'." "Let's go check out the park," I changed the subject abruptly. "That's why we came, isn't it?" Anya smiled as she took my arm. "Part of the reason," she said cryptically. ***** The park was even more amazing from the inside than from Anya's balcony. Every little detail was just perfect. The tropical island motif was flawless, down to the coconuts hanging on the palm trees and the thatch-roof huts and service buildings. The other major area, the American river themed area, was equally well done. As we sipped lemonade on the veranda, overlooking the recreation of a slow lazy river, I marveled at the detail. I made a mental note to ask Anya how much magic her grandmother had used to make such a fabulous park. After lunch, I started getting the feeling that Anya was a little upset. When pressed, she complained that I wasn't enjoying the rides, but was evaluating them. I had to laugh; she was right. It was part of my professional training. I gave in, and we started to play. Anya was highly amused when I lost my top repeatedly on the speed slides. We joined a water-volleyball game, then rafted on the river ride. I was more tired than I knew when the park closed. I was also very nervous about changing back, but Anya assured me that my clothes would have changed with me. She was right, and with no thought or effort, I slipped on panties, a bra, and then short shorts and a rather low-cut and short knit shirt. It covered my breasts, but not much more; my navel and tummy were exposed for the world to see. Tennis shoes had become sandals. My wallet had grown into a clutch purse. Inside, a driver's license proclaimed me as 'Geri Lawson'. I suppressed a shudder at thinking of just how powerful the magic was. I gathered my things and left the locker. As Anya pulled out of the lot, she glanced my way. "Well?" I looked at her, and then smiled. "Well, what?" Before she could say any more, I chuckled. "How did I like being a girl today? Was it interesting, or repugnant, or awful? Was it worth it to see the park?" I saw the smile spread across her face. "Yes, it was interesting. And yes, it was worth it." "So now what do you want to do?" The idea that there was more daytime until I changed hit me like a hammer. I had been so wrapped up, first in examining the park, and then in playing, that I'd forgotten that I was stuck for the evening. "Want to go out for dinner?" Anya asked when I didn't answer? "Maybe dancing or something?" I shuddered. "Uh, can you just take me home?" I asked nervously. Anya glanced at me, and then smiled. "No, I don't think so. Not tonight, anyhow." She probably felt my confusion, and continued. "You're not used to being a girl, and it probably wouldn't be safe. You can't go back to your dorm." She paused to change lanes. "I thought you'd spend the night with me." I felt a rush of conflicting emotions. I was very flattered, after our previous evening, that she wanted me to be with her. But as a girl? "Uh, Anya," I began hesitantly, "are you, uh, you know?" Anya chuckled. "The word is lesbian," she said lightly. "And no, I'm not. I'm not interested in you - as a girl. As Greg," she got a very broad grin, "well, that's a different story." "So where are we going?" I asked. "While you were getting dressed, I ordered some Chinese food. I hope you don't mind. We'll pick it up, then go back to my place." I glanced at her and smiled. "Sounds good to me." Normally, I would have devoured a full order of shrimp with lobster sauce. This body, however, was a little more constrained. I managed less than half before I felt stuffed. I helped Anya clean up, scooping the leftovers into some Tupperware, then into the freezer. "I don't understand a few things." We were sitting on her balcony, sipping tea and enjoying the evening. Anya didn't even look my way. "Like what?" she asked. "The park. Why ladies only?" Anya shook her head. "I don't know, exactly." She laughed, an ironic sort of laugh. "I know grandmother better than anyone, and even I don't know. Something happened to her - something awful, I think. She won't talk about it, but she's almost fanatical about protecting the privacy of ladies." "But why a park? If she's that powerful." Anya shook her head. "I don't know all the details. The only magic she does is associated with the park." Anya looked thoughtful. "I'm not sure if it's because the wizards' council limits her, or if she agreed to limit her magic, or if she's just scared to use it." I wrinkled my features. "Scared? As powerful as she is?" Anya snorted. "Yeah, it does seem strange, doesn't it." She took a sip of tea. "Look, you don't drink, do you. Because you're scared, right?" I felt the memories surge through me, cutting like a million knives. Tears started stinging my eyes. "I'm scared that I might do what." Anya clutched my arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it hurt so much." I wiped the tears from my eyes. The silence between us was awkward; finally, I broke it. "I think I understand. She saw something awful, or did something bad, and is afraid to use her magic like that." Anya noticed the shiver, which pulsed through me. Her eyes narrowed. I saw her concerned stare, and tried to smile. "Just cold," I lied. In fact, it was partly true; when we'd gotten to her place, I had taken off the bra. I didn't know how women could wear them; it was really uncomfortable to me. Besides, secretly I wanted to enjoy how the breasts bounced and jiggled and swayed - before I turned back into Greg. Now, in the short top, the breeze had chilled me - especially my breasts. I glanced down and saw my erect nipples trying to poke through the shirt. I glanced back at Anya, and saw her grin. I felt my face reddening. "Enjoying the feelings?" she teased. I was grateful for the dim lighting on the balcony; otherwise, Anya would have seen just how embarrassed I was. "Hadn't thought about it," I lied. Anya smiled again. "No, I'm sure you haven't." Then she almost laughed. "I guess we really tired you out today, didn't we." I had hoped that she hadn't seen my yawn. I started to deny it, then chuckled. "Yeah, I guess we did." Anya stood up and took my arm. "Come on, then, let's get you to bed." She led me, with no protest, into the bedroom, and then Anya sat me on the bed. As I watched, she rummaged through a drawer, then she pulled out something and tossed it to me. I held up the article of clothing, and as recognition dawned, my eyes widened. "I can't wear this!" I protested. It was a lacy white teddy; with it on, I'd still feel naked. And it was so very feminine. Anya laughed. "Sure you can," she retorted. "Women wear teddies to bed all the time." "But when I change..." Anya's grin turned to a frown. "Damn! I should have remembered that!" She cursed under her breath. "You're right. When you change back, it wouldn't, and it'd probably get torn apart." She reluctantly placed the teddy back into the drawer. When she turned back toward me, she was holding a rather large T-shirt. "Is this better? Or would you rather sleep in the buff?" I snatched the T-shirt from her hand, and then began to change. "I never could sleep nude." I lay still on one side of Anya's bed trying not to move so she could sleep. Though I felt the weary ache in my every muscle, at the same time, the new sensations of having breasts move with every breath, the odd tickle of long hair against my shoulders and back, kept my senses awake. Moonlight filtered through the lacy curtains, suffusing the room with a dim glow. Lying on my back, as I was, I could see the outlines of my breasts rising and falling with each breath I took. Though I felt exhausted, I didn't want to sleep, but rather to enjoy every sensation I could. "Are you awake?" Anya whispered. "Um hmm." "I thought so. I figured you'd savor every last second." She rolled a bit. "Did you... you know?" I felt my cheeks burning, and I held my breath so it wouldn't betray me. How could I admit having touched myself - in this body? The smile could almost be heard. "I thought so." She'd guessed my shameful little secret. "To tell the truth, I'd have been surprised if you hadn't experimented." I rolled toward her. "Wouldn't you? If it were reversed, I mean." I know I sounded defensive. Anya laughed softly. "Yeah, I would." There was something behind her words that I couldn't quite figure out, some hidden meaning in her tone of voice, but I was too tired to pursue it. "See you in the morning." "'Night." ***** I woke with a start - I was back in my own male body. I fought the impulse to sit up suddenly; instead, I pried my eyes open. I assumed Anya was still asleep, since she was lying with her back to me. Her breathing was soft and rhythmical, and she was motionless. Cautiously, I eased myself from under the covers and off the bed, glancing over my shoulder as I did to make sure I didn't disturb the sleeping angel. The T-shirt I'd worn to bed was the largest Anya had; in my male body, it was barely adequate. After relieving myself and pulling on my shorts, I tiptoed out of the bedroom to the kitchen. I was determined to make breakfast for Anya; then I remembered what she'd said. I settled for brewing a pot of coffee. When it was done, I poured a cup, then slipped out onto the balcony. The sun was rising, casting golden highlights on the waves and the treetops, while a gentle morning breeze wafted the smells of the ocean over the land. Away in the distance, gulls squawked as they flapped around the beach, so noisily that the sound carried to the balcony. I eased myself into the same chair I'd occupied the previous night; it was already hard to believe that last night, I'd been a girl. And yet, the memories were fresh enough that I couldn't help smiling. The sound of the door sliding startled me. I spun my head to see Anya padding out to join me. "Morning," she said with a smile. In her hand, she carried a steaming cup. "Thanks for making the coffee." With practiced grace, she eased into the chair beside me. "So what are you thinking?" I smiled. "You tell me." She frowned at the ribbing, but I could tell she was being playful. "I thought that made you nervous." She closed her eyes for a moment, then took a sip of coffee. "You're thinking of yesterday, and the change. You're also curious about how the magic works." I nodded. "I mean, how powerful is it? I know it changed my driver's license, but how much else? How far do the changes go?" Anya took another sip. "It depends. In some cases, the entire fabric of reality is altered. The man never existed; the woman he changed into always did. Everyone who should knows the woman." "Wow!" That sure beat any parlor trick I'd ever seen. Anya and her grandmother dealt with some pretty powerful stuff. Anya glanced at me and smiled. "You said it. But we try not to do that too often. It takes a lot of power. And mistakes can be pretty... um... difficult to deal with. Usually, we keep the effects local. Take you, for example. You got clothing and a driver's license to go with your new body. But if you'd asked anyone you knew, they would have remembered Greg, but not Geri." I nodded, thinking I understood. "But how did I know how to do things? Putting on a bra, going to the bathroom. You know - things." Anya laughed. "Most of the time, the new woman gets skills to match her new body. Things like you said, and sometimes more. How to wear makeup. How to match clothing and shoes and accessories. Things a girl would learn, but a guy wouldn't." She grinned. "It's kind of funny to change the body without changing the skills. The poor guy spends all his time trying to acquire habits a woman knows instinctively." The grin faded. "Grandmother saves that for really bad cases." The subject of mental changes sent a shiver down my spine. "So, you could change a person, and their mind, and they'd believe and act like they'd always been a woman?" The thought scared me. They could have changed me - without my ever knowing it. "What else can you change?" Anya's expression went somber. "Grandmother can change just about anything." "Like?" I didn't want to let it go; I had some strange urge to know more. "Well," she said softly, "we've had fraternity boys come to the park to pick up girls. Sometimes, it's for hostesses for their parties, if you get my drift." I nodded. "Well, when they get changed, they end up with maxed-out libido, so the new 'hostesses' act exactly like what they hoped. And their actions and words can be controlled." I really shuddered. "I could have..." Anya nodded. "If you'd had bad intentions, you might have ended up a bimbo slut for the evening." I swallowed hard. "But the changes are only for the day, right?" Anya shook her head, almost imperceptibly. "The change lasts as long as the pass, and we sell a variety of passes - one day, two day, week-long." "And longer?" "Up to lifetime." Anya's voice was even, unwavering. Still, I could tell my question upset her. "Which makes the change permanent, right?" We sat for several minutes in silence. I figured Anya wasn't going to volunteer any more information, and I was afraid of what else I might discover. Finally, my curiosity overcame my doubts. "What else? If I went back, would I always end up like I did?" Anya smiled. "Guys with a love of large breasts usually get what they want. That can be controlled. Did you wonder if blondes really have more fun? You could try it out." She glanced at me, then continued. "Age - that can vary. We had a man whose wife had him turned into a little girl. They're both very happy, by the way. Usually, it's younger, but we could go older." I turned, but she sensed my question. "No, we never make someone young into an adult. That would be hideously immoral." "But if someone wanted to change, say, into a redheaded super- busty eighteen year old, the magic could do that? And then on another visit, a dark-haired petite Oriental woman?" Anya turned and stared at me. Her features betrayed a growing sense of concern at the direction my questions were taking. "Yeah, it could be done," she said warily. "Why?" I shrugged. "Just curious. I wanted to know more about how it works." When her frown didn't abate, I chuckled. "No, I'm not planning on asking for stuff like that." Anya's features relaxed. "Good. 'Cause I like you just the way you are right now." We sat for another few moments. "It's too bad you can't change." Anya's eyes narrowed. "Why?" I shrugged. "We played a lot when we were growing up - you were a tomboy. I taught you how to throw a fastball, remember. But if you could change, you know, make yourself younger, you could do things girls do - we could do them together." "Who said I can't change?" Anya said cautiously. "But..." The words sputtered to a halt. "Hmm, I guess you didn't say. So you can run the magic too?" Anya gave me another of her enigmatic smiles. "Let's just say that I'm learning." I felt a chill. This was some very powerful magic that her grandmother used. And Anya was learning how to use it as well. Her grandmother must think that she has a lot of potential. ***** Anya stood in the doorway of the ticket booth, holding the door open. "You sure you want to do this?" I swallowed, trying to calm my nerves, then nodded. "Be right back," she said. The door closed behind her. I leaned back against the ticket booth. Around me, as yesterday, girls streamed into the park. Some of them smiled at me; others grinned or giggled. I watched as a family - husband and wife, with a boy and girl in tow, stepped through the turnstile. "Hey, dude." A guy, in baggy shorts and a heavy-metal band T- shirt was walking toward me. He stopped and leaned against the booth like me. With his short-cropped blond hair, he looked to be a typical surfer type. "Hey," I answered back. "What's up, man?" The guy grinned and glanced around. "This place looks awesome, dude! Lots of babes, eh?" I smiled to myself, knowing what was going to happen. "Some nice scenery. You getting a pass?" The guy smiled. "You know it, dude! My bud is buying them now." His partner, similarly attired, came around the corner, holding the two passes in his hand as if they were gold. "Got `em, dude!" The first guy straightened himself. "Later, dude!" He and his buddy walked quickly toward the turnstile, their heads swiveling as if on bearings, watching girls. The door opened, and a cool air-conditioned breeze wafted out of the booth on me. Anya closed the door behind her. "Here it is. Just what we asked for." I took the ticket and we walked toward the turnstile. Anya slid a laminated photo-ID card through the card-reader, then she stepped through the turnstile. I swiped my card and followed her. "Meet you outside?" Anya asked. "Can we wait a second?" I stopped between the buildings, in a sort of courtyard formed by the gate, the two locker rooms, and a big gift shop. "Sure," Anya said, a puzzled frown on her face. "What's up?" I laughed. "You saw those surfer dudes, right?" She nodded. "I just wanted to see what comes out of the locker." It wasn't long until my curiosity was satisfied. Two teenage girls, both with striking figures and long blond hair, emerged from the men's locker room. Both clutched at their chests, trying to conceal their breasts. Panic was etched on their features. As we watched, Grandmother came over and began chiding them for topless sunbathing. It was against her rules, she declared. A quick wave of her hand, and two bikini tops appeared, which just happened to match the bottoms the `girls' were wearing. Both started to protest, but their features seemed to soften, and the panic-stricken expression melted away. Within seconds, they were acting like beach bunnies - the type of girl the former surfer dudes liked around them. They tied on their tops, then scampered off into the park, giggling as they went. I shook my head. "Amazing!" I exclaimed under my breath. Anya grasped my arm. "Still want to go through with this?" I swallowed hard, then nodded. "Okay, meet you out here in a minute." The change was everything I'd remembered, except this time, I seemed to shrink a lot. I stopped and stared into the mirror, gawking at the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl who stared back at me. In my last change, I'd thought I was a rather attractive young lady. Now, I was a spindly, awkward little freckle-faced girl, with tiny buds where my boobs were starting to grow. My long sandy- blond hair was tied in a ponytail, which bobbed and tickled my back as I moved. The inside of my mouth felt funny somehow, and I nearly fainted when I opened it and confirmed that my tongue had indeed felt braces! I was surprised at how heavy the door seemed, and how skinny my arms were. With a mighty tug, I opened the door and stepped out into the bright sunlight. Anya, still in her adult form, quickly tied the swimsuit's top on me. I was surprised at how I had to look up to her, and how strong she looked - and how much more mature. "Wait a second," I wailed, surprising myself at the little-girl voice, "you didn't change." Anya smiled. "Not yet." She glanced around, then pulled me to a little alcove between buildings. She muttered something under her breath, and then her body began to shift. It was like watching an aging movie, but in reverse. Her body slimmed, losing its delightful feminine curves. At the same time, she shrank in height until we were about the same size. Within seconds, it was over; Anya and I were little girls." "Let's go to the academy," Anya said with a laugh as she raced down the concrete path. I turned a corner, following Anya, and nearly ran over one of the lifeguards. With a practiced skill, she swooped one arm down and caught me, lifting me off the ground. "Whoa, there. No running around the pools." Anya turned, and then pranced back. "Hi, Liz." The lifeguard glanced down at her, then her eyes widened as she recognized Anya. "Anya? Is that you?" Her words belied her certainty. Anya grinned. "Yup. You're holding my friend - Greg. We decided to play today." Liz glanced down, then let me down. "Okay, um..." She looked confused. "Anya, what do we call her?" Anya laughed. "Geri. She's Geri today." Liz smiled. "Nice to meet you, Geri. Just remember to follow the rules, okay?" She turned back to the pool, then glanced over her shoulder. "And I've got a class starting in a few minutes. Stay out of the shallow end, okay?" We walked away from where Liz' class was gathering. At one end of the pool, a large climbing structure jutted out of the water. Some kids were attempting to clamber to its top, mostly without success. "Liz is our senior lifeguard," Anya said as we neared the pool. I frowned. "Isn't she kind of YOUNG...?" Anya laughed. "If you only knew..." she said quizzically. I stopped. "You mean she's... she was... she's been changed?" Anya laughed without answering. I frowned. "Sheesh, it seems like everyone I meet here has been changed." I stopped and turned to face her. "Maybe you, too?" Anya got a most peculiar expression, and then she grinned wickedly and pushed me into the pool. I came up sputtering, my long hair dripping in my eyes, just as Anya did a cannonball into the pool, getting me wet once more. "Anya!" The stern voice called from the shallow end. "No cannonballs!" Liz had her hands on her hips to emphasize the point. Anya nodded sheepishly; no matter her status, she was bound by the same rules. I stuck my tongue out at Anya, relishing that she'd been caught, then I turned and swam toward the wall. Swimming was much harder than it should have been; by the time I neared the wall, I felt like I'd swum a mile. I also knew that my swim stroke had been ungainly - at best. A pair of girls swam up to the wall beside me; I noticed one was watching me with a knowing amused look. I tried to ignore her, and paddled up to the wall. As I heaved myself up the hand and footholds, the new girl was doing likewise. I glanced at her, surprised at how easily she seemed to be climbing, while I was struggling with all my might. "First time?" she asked softly. She wasn't even breathing hard, where I was panting and huffing. "Uh, yeah." Then I shuddered, thinking from the way she was looking at me that she was really asking a different question. "Well, sort of," I added, blushing. The girl grinned. "You'll get used to it. It's not really so hard. It Just takes a little practice. By the way, I'm Sally." I looked at her. Did she knew. Did everyone in the park know that I was really a 22-year old college guy? Was that why she was watching me with such amusement? Maybe she did, but I decided that maybe I was just being a little paranoid. "Geri," I said, feeling my cheeks burning. "You know, there are rings at the top. If you make it all the way and get one, you get a free ice cream cone." I glanced back up, and the top seemed to reach forever above me. "I don't think..." The words were cut off as I screamed, primarily because I lost my handhold and fell back into the pool. After trying a couple more times on the wall, my arms were tired. I was ashamed at how poorly I was doing, while Anya and the other girls climbed the wall like pros. Finally, Anya suggested we try something else. The ride was called the Outrigger Canoe ride; two persons rode a raft down the slide. Anya giggled as she climbed on the front of the raft, then laughed when I started to protest. With squeals of laughter, we twisted down the course, splashing into the catch pond. "Can't we get rid of them?" I protested to Anya. Now that we were off the ride, Sally and her friend couldn't hear my complaint. Anya shrugged. "You were the one who wanted to play today, remember? If they're bothering you, why don't you ask them to leave?" The trouble, as I could not tell Anya, was that I was enjoying playing with the girls. We were having a lot of fun. But with them tagging along, I couldn't talk much with Anya. ***** I emerged from the locker room, a little embarrassed at the cute little-girl outfit I was wearing. But I tempered my potential humiliation with the knowledge that there were no men here. At least, not now. Anya was waiting for me - changed back to her delightful grown-up form. I sighed. There was a down side to these changes. She read my mind. "Someone would think it strange if two twelve-year- olds left here without any adults." I knew she was right, of course. "Anya, could you find Jenny, please?" I spun to see an older woman, the source of the insistent but pleasant voice. Grandmother, I knew in an instant. Anya smiled. "Wait here." She turned to the older woman. "Sure thing. I thought I saw her a couple of minutes ago by the Fairy Castle. Problems again?" The old woman frowned. Anya shrugged noncommittally, then walked briskly down the path. "So, Greg, what do you think of my park?" I smiled. "It's a lot of fun. One of the best parks I've been to." She smiled. "Nice to hear from a satisfied customer." I raised an eyebrow. "Not all are, I take it." It was her turn to be surprised - or at least, to act surprised. "Touche'." She laughed. "Anya was right. You really are something special." I sensed the warning signs. "Anya told you about me?" Was I on trial here, under her scrutiny? My stomach clenched up and my palms started feeling sweaty. Grandmother laughed. "Of course. But she's..." She never finished her thought; Anya and Jenny came around the corner. I was left wondering precisely what Anya had been telling her grandmother. ***** The girl in the ticket booth frowned. I read her nametag - Marta. I couldn't help wondering if she'd once been a guy, too. "No, I don't think Anya is here today." I felt like kicking myself. I should have checked first. But I had an unexpected class cancellation - my only Thursday class - and I wanted to take advantage of the time. "Thanks," I muttered as I turned. "Greg." The voice calling me was familiar. I turned to see grandmother coming toward me. "Anya isn't here today," she said apologetically. "If I'd have know you were coming, I wouldn't have sent her on errands." "That's okay. I didn't know myself until a half hour ago." An idea sprang into my head. "But if you had some time..." Grandmother smiled. "You could get some class research done by talking to me about my park, right?" I smiled. "You know, I'm having a hard time getting used to people reading my mind." We walked toward her office, and entered from the parking lot side. Inside, it was pleasant, but not luxurious. She offered me a seat. "Want something to drink? Soda?" "Seven-up," I answered quickly. She retrieved a couple of cans and handed one to me. With surprising grace, she eased herself into her chair. "Now the one thing you can't report about is my magic," she said lightly. I grinned. "As if anyone would believe me." I took a sip of soda. I was amazed at how much time she was devoting to my questions. And I was impressed at how much she knew about the business; she belonged to two trade associations, reviewed the publications, and went to the major trade shows. She knew all her competitors, and could name their rides, their strengths, and their weaknesses. She knew the average daily usage of each and every one of her own rides. In short, she was an incredibly astute businesswoman. Finally, she threw up her hands. "Look, I can't really answer your questions about the technical stuff. You'd be better off talking to Jenny about that." I felt the creep of disappointment. Jenny was inside the park, and no men were permitted in. Grandmother reached into a drawer and pulled out a card. "Just swipe this, then shower as usual. It's a VIP pass. You can find Jenny and talk with her." She grinned. "And if you ask her technical questions like you tried to ask me, she'll be only too happy to talk." "Uh," I stammered, "is this like a regular pass? Or what?" Grandmother chuckled. "No, it's not a trick or anything. Same as a one-day pass." She got a wry grin. "If I objected to you seeing Anya, I'd find something a little more creative to take care of things." Despite the veiled threat, I couldn't help smiling. Grandmother was a no-nonsense kind of woman. "So does this change me like before?" The old woman started to answer, then raised her eyebrows. "It could - if that's what you wanted." She gazed into my eyes. "But I see that you'd like to try something else, right? Something a bit more - exotic?" A smile crossed her lips. "I'll take care of it." I managed a thin smile through my reddening cheeks. "Thanks. For your time. And for the pass." When I came out of the shower, I was amazed. I was shorter - much shorter. Five foot three, at most. Barely one hundred twenty pounds. And a good deal of that weight was concentrated on my chest - in the two D-cup boobs I now sported. I gazed in the mirror. My hair was long, straight, and jet-black. My eyes were the beautiful almond shape normal for Asian women, and my features were delicate and lovely. I felt a surge of excitement at what I'd become. For the rest of the day, anyway, my driver's license proclaimed me as My-Ling Chu. Anya's grandmother was right; once I got Jenny talking about technical things, she wouldn't stop. I started liking her when she told me, in no uncertain terms, that she'd talk as long as I kept `the hell out of my way'. In her own way, she reminded me of Scotty from Star Trek - she considered the machinery of the park her own and was very protective of it. While we talked, Jenny finished rebuilding a pump; I was amazed at how such a seemingly petite girl could work with the immense motors and pumps. Jenny had definite opinions about the layout of park equipment, especially the pumps, feed pipes, and return pipes. She pointed out a schematic of the Outrigger Canoe ride. "See this?" she asked, as if expecting me to know the answer. "The catch basin is over four hundred feet from the pump. And then the feed pipe has to go all the way back, and up. You know how much pressure this loses with that run? You have any idea how much oversized this pump has to be for this one ride?" She shook her head. "Stupid, brainless morons!" I could tell she wanted to say even more descriptive things about the original designers, but was restraining herself. "So what should have been done?" The magical words. To Jenny, up to that point, I'd been a rookie, a know-it-all in training, destined to create problems for maintenance workers. That changed with a simple question. She fetched a large schematic print of the park. "Look here. The rides here are scattered across a couple of acres. It would be better to separate the pumps. Here," she stabbed at the drawing, "here, and here. Each pump set runs two rides, and the pipe runs are shorter." I noticed something. "Straighter, too." Jenny's eyes lit up. "You bet. Less friction loss in the pipes, which means less wear on the motor and pump." I frowned. "But the whole thing is themed. All those pump houses would be distracting." Jenny scowled and shook her head. "Not if you do it right." She set down the schematic and pointed out the tiny window of the pump house. "Look at that." She was pointing at the mountain. "You know what it is? It's fake, that's what it is!" She scowled. "If you're going to build a damned mountain, then it wouldn't be too tough to put a pump house inside the damned thing, would it?" My eyes widened. I would never have considered that. "And the up-front cost might be offset by lower operating costs." Jenny grinned as she wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. "And it'd be a damned sight cooler to work in!" She glanced out the window. "It's almost closing time. You want to go get a burger and talk some more?" ***** Jenny's idea of a burger joint was more like a nightclub that served hors d'ouvres for happy hour. I felt a little - okay, a lot - self- conscious, attired as I was in a very short skirt, a low-cut scoop- neck blouse, and short heels. Large ornate jade earrings adorned my ears, gifts no doubt of Grandmother's definition of exotic. Jenny gulped down the mini-taco and took a sip of beer. "One thing everyone forgets - when you put a pipe in the ground, you may have to dig it up to fix it." I frowned at her words, while also choking on the hot sauce she'd gotten for the chips. My tongue burned, and it felt like sweat was beading on my forehead. I took a gulp of water. "So what do you do? Utility tunnels?" Jenny looked as if I'd come from another planet. "Hell no! That's way overkill!" She took another sip of her beer. "You ever deal with conduit?" I shook my head. "Basically, it's a tube to run wires in. The wires are insulated, but the conduit protects them. And it gives you easy access to repair damage." I felt my forehead wrinkling as I struggled to understand. "So what you're saying, is you put a pipe inside a pipe?" It wasn't completely making sense to me, but then again, I wasn't really too technical minded. "But then, the pipes would have to be straight, or you couldn't fix anything. And..." The light bulb went on. I understood. Jenny sat back and smiled as she took another sip. "We had a little problem a while back. One of the main feed pipes broke. You know what that mountain is made of? Dirt! You know what happens when you put a few thousand gallons of water on a dirt pile? You get mud. Lots and lots of mud." Jenny's expression was one of disgust. "It was bad enough having to dig up the pipe, but then a couple of sidewalks and paths on the hill started sliding and caving in." She shook her head. "It would have been bad enough, but the way the park is..." I knew what she meant; I also could tell that she really hadn't enjoyed that mess. "It was trouble getting workmen to do the heavy stuff. We had a few rides out of action for almost a month." I decided it was time to change the subject. "You're know a lot about this. Where did you learn it all?" Jenny laughed. "I grew up on a farm, then I spent a couple of tours in `Nam, bobbing around the South China Sea on a flat-top." I felt my head spin. "Viet Nam? But that was..." Things weren't making sense. "...almost 30 years ago." I frowned. "And a flat- top is a carrier, isn't it? But the Navy is..." My mouth dropped open as my eyes widened. Jenny watched my reaction, and smiled at my bewilderment. "You were...?" Jenny put her finger over her lips. "Hush!" she whispered sharply. "Geez, how many people at that park are changed?" I took a sip of my soda. "Why?" I finally asked, puzzled. "Are you... gay or something?" Jenny shrugged. "No, nothing like that. I was old, single, and couldn't hold down a job - mostly because I didn't have a degree. The park gave me back thirty years of life, and a good job." "But..." I couldn't help stammering, "what about guys?" Jenny laughed. "Not interested. Not yet, anyway. It just doesn't feel right." Her eyes twinkled. "Don't get me wrong. I like being around guys. Most girls don't give a damn about football. Most girls aren't too technical. And," she leaned closer, whispering, "in this package, it's easy to get guys to do just about anything. Buying drinks, for example. You know how many guys will trip all over themselves just to stare down your cleavage?" She knew my next question. "And I'm not sure if I'm interested in girls or not." She drained the last of her beer. "So what about you? Why did you change?" I felt my jaw dropping, as if in slow motion. "How did you...?" It was obvious; she'd been there, so she could tell by my reactions. "I'm learning about recreational architecture at college. Anya - we go way back, by the way - invited me to the park once. I had to do a project, so I decided to learn more about the park - you know, the architecture, the layout, the rides, the `behind-the-scenes' stuff. And you know what it takes to get behind the scenes." Jenny nodded her understanding. Then she grinned wickedly at me. "But I think you could have done that without the..." she cupped her own bosoms. I felt my cheeks burning. She'd caught me, fair and square. "Are you curious, or are you really, really curious?" I shook my head violently. "No way!" My denial was too quick, and it caused Jenny to laugh. "It's getting late," I said hastily, looking for an excuse to leave before she guessed more of my inner secrets. Jenny lurched to her feet, and I realized she was drunk. I took her arm and helped guide her out of the bar. With some effort, I eased her into the passenger seat of my car, then climbed behind the wheel. "Good thing I drove," I said. "Where do you live?" Jenny smiled. "In the condo by the park." She was quiet during our drive back to the condos, but every once in a while, I saw her staring at me with a curious smile. I pulled up to the curb by the main entrance. "Thanks for everything." Jenny smiled, then her hand slid onto my knee. "My pleasure," she stammered. "You're fun to be with." A tiny surprised gasp escaped my lips. I felt a surge of conflicting emotions - fear, shock, surprise, and most damning, curiosity. A warmth began to spread in my crotch, an arousal that betrayed my intrigue with her suggestion. "But..." Jenny's free hand reached up to cup and caress my boob. A tingle of excitement instantly radiated outward from the oh-so-sensitive nipple, merging within my belly with the fire from below. I fought the impulse to close my eyes and enjoy the sensations. "Jenny, please don't," I pleaded half-heartedly. I was afraid of what she was doing, and of the feelings it was causing within me. I knew that if I didn't stop her quickly, I'd give in to temptation. And that would hurt Anya. I forced myself to remove her hand from my breast - which took far more willpower than it should have. Jenny sat back and looked at me, her soft eyes so inviting, her lips tantalizingly kissable. She fumbled around and opened the door, then she pulled herself out of the car. As she shut the door behind her, she leaned in the window. "You may never get another chance," she teased. I swallowed hard. To say that I was tempted was an understatement if ever there was one. "Jenny, you're drunk, and it would be taking advantage of you." She lurched toward the door, then turned and blew me a kiss. I waited until she was safely inside, then I drove home. All the way home, and for the longest time as I lay in bed, I wondered. Why had I been so attracted to Jenny? Why had I found her so sexy, and her offer so appealing? And why did her touch get me so hot? Just thinking about her touch continued to make me feel excited. After a long time of tossing and turning, fighting the feel of my big boobs bouncing and swaying and getting in the way of lying comfortably, I went into the bathroom to relieve my frustration. ***** Anya bounced out of the condo building, her face shining with a huge smile and her ponytail bobbing with each happy step. She looked great, and I couldn't help smiling. Her short white shorts gave maximum exposure to her long shapely tanned legs. A light blue knit short-sleeve shirt didn't expose any cleavage, but clung tightly to her, outlining every one of her delightful curves. Anya didn't need any jewelry, and if she was wearing any makeup, I couldn't tell. Anya yanked open the door and slid into the passenger seat, then flinched. Her shorts left some skin exposed, and my seat was uncomfortably warm. "Couldn't you have turned on the AC?" she complained. I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry." Anya smiled coyly. "Maybe I need to get you a week pass, so you can learn about these things. It might make you a bit less forgetful." "You want to go to the park?" I asked, ignoring the tease in her comment. Anya's features clouded. "I work there all the time, remember?" She sounded confused, concerned, and upset, all at once. "And I thought you liked us like this." I forced a laugh. "It's just a neat park. And with my studies, it's great to have such an outstanding park nearby. Gives me a chance to compare the lectures with real life." Anya's features were still clouded, and I wondered if she were trying to read my mind. "Besides, your grandmother is a very interesting lady." Anya didn't seem convinced, but she did sit back. "How about taking in a movie?" "You heard about that Sci-fi parody? Galaxy Quest?" I asked, sounding more enthusiastic. Anya grinned. "Jenny said it was great. Sounds like a plan to me." She glanced at me. "Dinner after the movie?" "Mexican?" Anya smiled. "Mi Casa?" I nodded. "Sounds good to me. And then dancing?" ***** I was grateful we had a booth at the restaurant. It was noisy, the decorations ranged from bold to garish, and the background music was a loud live mariachi band. But we both knew the food was great, and the booth gave us a modicum of privacy. "But if they don't want to change...