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This story is copyright by the author, all rights reserved. This tale may be archived on Fictionmania; all others, ask. Bikini Beach: Addiction By Elrod W Calvin Lawson should have been overcome by lust as he and Fred walked toward the gate of Bikini Beach. All around him, luscious babes, most wearing next-to-nothing, streamed toward the gates. It should have been a man's paradise - a water park surrounded by hordes of beautiful shapely women. But there was something nagging in the back of Cal's mind; why were he and Fred the only guys? This just didn't seem right. And the looks a few of the girls gave them - not a friendly smile, but more of a smug smirk? That just didn't fit. Not that Cal and Fred would have gotten a few admiring stares from the girls; they were rather average. One just over, and the other just under six feet, they were starting to show the signs of excess beer consumption in the spare tires around their waists. Cal's dark hair was cut short; Fred's light brown hair was long. Cal wore a thin mustache; Fred augmented his with a goatee. All in all, they were just average early-twenties guys looking for some fun. Cal contemplated why the girls had smirked. Fred was not so afflicted with suspicion. "This is going to be so great," he said with an enthusiastic grin. He glanced at Cal, and saw the nervous frown. "What?" Cal shook his head. "Something just doesn't seem right," he said slowly, even as the two men continued their slow walk toward the gates. Fate conspired against Cal's suspicions. They were at the window of a ticket booth, and what was very unusual, they were the only ones waiting in line. The girls, for the most part, just swiped some type of pass and walked into the park. "May I help you gentlemen?" The soft pleasant voice came from a very nice-looking brunette in the booth. She looked to be maybe a year or two younger than Cal. Mentally, he began to figure his odds. "Oh, don't bother, Cal," the brunette said with a mischievous grin. "I've got a boyfriend." Cal's head tilted in puzzlement. Had she just read his mind? Or was he that obvious? "Um, we'd like tickets," he stammered. She'd put him on the defensive. The brunette sighed. How many times had she heard this and had to respond. "This is a private park. We don't sell tickets." She waited for Cal and Fred to digest this fact before continuing. "But we do have a limited number of guest passes available. You are in luck - we can get you each a one-day pass." She quoted a figure. Cal did a quick mental calculation. The cost was a bit higher than one-day admissions at the other water parks he'd been at, but it was still reasonable. He dug out his wallet. "Okay," he said, still unable to shake the feeling of impending doom. The girl took the money and produced two passes. "The men's locker is on the right as you enter. Remember to shower - it's health department regulations. And have fun." She smiled again, an impish twinkle in her eye. Cal was slower to dress than Fred; consequently, as Fred was leaving the shower, Cal had just stepped in. He heard a muffled gasp, and tore back the shower curtain. He saw Fred standing in the middle of the tiny locker room, staring down at his chest. Cal followed his gaze - and stifled his own gasp as he saw the slowly inflating breasts now adorning Fred's chest. Cal's mouth dropped open in shock as he watched the impossible boobs, for there was nothing else to call them but boobs, continue to grow. He glanced up, and felt a wave of helplessness; Fred was staring at him, a look of despair on his face - a face neatly framed by strands of wavy sandy-blond hair. A face that, while resembling Fred, looked completely and totally female. "What the hell?" Cal managed to croak through the tingling sensation in his own throat. "You're... changing!" Fred looked down again, then back at Cal. "I'm... turning into a girl!" he wailed. His voice had shifted upward from his near bass into a soft alto. Then Fred's eyes widened even further, a nearly impossible task given what had already happened. "You..." Cal felt a sinking sensation as Fred stared at him. He felt something on his chest, and when he glanced, he saw his nipples, big and round and dark, swelling outward from his own chest, swelling and growing into unmistakably female boobs. And between the inflating cones, he saw his stomach flattening, losing the modest beer gut he'd been growing. His waist felt like it was being squeezed, but without pain, as it shrank into more feminine proportions. Below that, Cal felt - and saw - his hips widening, while a slight twist of his shoulders gave him a view that confirmed that his ass was indeed becoming more round. Impossibly, his swimsuit began to flow, fluid and graceful, until it reshaped itself into a woman's bikini bottom. Cal glanced at Fred and noted that Fred's bottom had changed as well. But Fred's bottom wasn't as full as it should have been; even as Cal watched, unable to gaze away, the visible signs of Fred's manhood finished withdrawing, leaving a flat crotch. Fred screamed. Cal glanced down as he felt the tugging sensation in his own groin. He now had to look between a very healthy set of breasts bobbing on his chest. The bulge in his bottom shrank until he, too, had a flat crotch. With a sinking feeling, Cal knew that he was totally female now - just like Fred. Fred screamed again. Cal stepped to the new girl and grasped her hands. "What the hell happened to us?" he demanded, shocking himself as he heard a soft feminine voice echo in his ears. Realization dawned on him. "The girl in the ticket booth," he muttered, still amazed at the sound of his voice. Cal grabbed Fred by the arm and pulled him toward the door. When Fred started to scream in protest, Cal slapped him. "Get a hold of yourself!" he hissed, a curious sound with his new voice box. "We've got to talk to that girl!" With a determined frown, Cal tugged Fred toward the door, ignoring all the obvious differences, such as the swaying twin masses on his chest, the lowered center of gravity and wider stance, and the weaker feeling in his arms. The two emerged into bright sunlight, and were momentarily blinded. As his eyes adjusted, Cal was startled to find himself staring into a mirror. He saw, for the first time, the true extent of the metamorphosis. He - in this female body - was attractive. There was no denying that basic fact. His dark hair hung to his shoulders, ending in a neat flip, parted in the center and swooping back behind his ears. He was shorter and smaller, with a shapely chest, waist, and hips. His face, though lacking the beauty of a fashion model, was nonetheless pleasant to look at. He found himself transfixed, gazing up and down his new body, from his delicate feet, up his shapely legs, over his round feminine hips, past his narrow flat stomach. He paused for a long time at his breasts, and his body turned involuntarily to get different views. They were firm and rather large, possible a C-cup Cal mused. "Ahem." Cal spun, startled by the sound. It was the girl from the counter. "What have you done to us?" he demanded, surprised yet again that she seemed to know that they were looking for her. She smiled. "Grandmother does NOT like topless girls in her park," she said. From seemingly nowhere, she pulled two bikini tops, one matching Cal's bottom, and the other for Fred. She handed them to the erstwhile boys. Cal took the top, and after staring at it for a moment, began to tie it on. Again, he was surprised to find that the action was natural. Fred, however, screamed. The girl rolled her eyes, as if she'd seen this type of reaction before. She waved her hands as she chanted some strange words. The effect was immediate; Fred quit screaming and, slowly, a calm pleasant expression settled on his face. Without another sound, he took the top and tied in on expertly. The girl chuckled to herself. "Now, you are wondering what happened, right?" She didn't even pause for Cal's response. "This park is a private establishment for women only. Since you're here, you have to be a woman." Cal's rational mind fought the improbability of her words and what had happened to them. "But ... how? Magic?" His mind raced. "That's impossible! Magic doesn't exist." He glanced down, and his hands lifted to cup his new breasts. He felt their firmness, while at the same time, his sense of touch confirmed that he was touching his own flesh. He glanced up at the girl. "Does it?" The girl smiled. "Of course it does." Cal got a sudden terrifying thought. "Are we stuck like this - forever?" His voice sounded tiny and frightened. The girl smiled and shook her head. "No. The magic lasts for the duration of the pass, plus a few hours. You'll change back sometime tonight. And you probably won't remember anything other than a fun day at a water park." She took Fred by the arm, and then took Cal's arm in her other hand. She turned them away from the locker room door and led them into the park. "Now, since you're here, and since you came to have some fun, go enjoy the park. By the way, my name is Anya. If you have any problems, just ask for me." ***** Cal frowned as he pulled on his shorts. They were short and tight- fitting to better display both his legs and the round tush he now had. The knit shirt he'd worn here had somehow changed into a tight tank top; the curves of his boobs were very prominently displayed. He took out a small purse and glanced inside. Yet another surprised cry escaped his lips; his driver's license read Cate Ann instead of Calvin, and the picture matched his new features. The magic had changed all of that. Fred fastened his skirt, and then slipped on a pair of sandals. From his outward actions, he - she - seemed a lot more comfortable with herself than Cate. Perhaps, Cate reasoned, it was the spell the girl Anya had cast to calm him down. With a flip of her hair, now fastened in a ponytail, she turned to Cal. "Still not ready, Cate?" she said impatiently. Cal frowned. Fred - he stopped himself; she was calling herself Felicity - was more adapted. "What's your rush?" Felicity shrugged. "I'm just getting a bit hungry," she answered. "Let's go for pizza, okay?" Cate felt a chill; the thought of going out was making her nervous. "Can't we just get something to go?" Felicity sighed. "Sometimes, I think you'd forget your head if it wasn't fastened on. We're going to the Coconut Club dancing tonight, remember?" Cate shuddered. He and Fred had planned to go to the club - to try to pick up girls. So naturally, it was part of Felicity's plans too. This was going to be a long night. And the worst part of it was that Felicity seemed to act as though they'd been girls all their lives. Pizza wasn't too bad; the pizza parlor was not too busy, and Cate insisted on a corner booth. This, of course, disappointed Felicity, who seemed to want to be out among people. Cate, on the other hand, wanted to avoid everyone. The Coconut Club, in contrast, was crowded, noisy, and lively. Felicity sauntered easily to the bar to order them drinks, while Cate scouted for a table. There were none; the two girls had to stand with their drinks in hand. Cate knew, given her shape, that she'd be noticed very quickly. Some guys marched up and boldly asked her to dance; they didn't seem in the least bit upset when she turned them down. Felicity seemed to have no problems with being asked; she was on the dance floor as much as she was off it. During one of Felicity's dances, Cate spotted a couple getting ready to leave their table; she made a dash and managed to snag the table as soon as it was empty. Felicity came back, dragging her dance partner along. It didn't take Cate long to realize that Felicity was getting friendly; she dragged Felicity to the ladies room and asked her what she thought she was doing. The way Felicity answered, that she was hoping to have a little sex, threw Cate. What threw her more, though, was that when she realized what Felicity was up to, she started feeling a little odd. Not pain; the feeling wasn't anything tangible. No, it was more of a glowing warmth inside her. It took a while for Cate to realize that the thought of sex was making her horny - and as a woman! Back at their table, Cate watched as Felicity and her would-be beau engaged in their game; he put on a move, she countered in a way that was both inviting and rejecting. Cate observed, having played the game many times before. The guy pressed, and Felicity fenced with him. Cate felt warmth and wetness between her legs as she saw the guy's hand sliding up Felicity's thigh. Finally, the game came to a head; the guy whispered in Felicity's ear, and she nodded, her eyes half-glazed with anticipation. They got up and left. Cate sat for a few moments, wondering why the entire scene was making her feel so hot. Was it curiosity? Was it just plain lust? She was confused. Presently, a young man asked if she'd dance with him. Cate couldn't help herself; she was curious enough to risk one dance. But after one, she stayed on the floor for a second, then a third. The fourth dance was slow, and Cate felt herself pulled tight against the guy, her breasts rubbing against his firm muscles. She felt a tingle of excitement spreading from her chest, meeting and merging with a growing warmth in her crotch. The dance ended, and Cate realized that she was dangerously close to crossing a line. To her utter shock, part of her wanted to cross, to experience life on the other side. The part that was still male, however, felt terror at the thought. She fled the club, her fear overwhelming her curiosity. ***** A ray of sunlight streamed through a crack in the curtains and landed on Cal's cheek. Slowly, as the sun rose, it crept higher, until it fell across his eyelid. Cal flinched and rolled away. With a jerk, Cal bolted upright in his bed. His head craned downward, while his hands reached up to his chest. His fingers ran through the sparse chest hair, then he visibly relaxed. "Wow!" he muttered to himself. "What a dream!" He staggered from bed into the bathroom. Moments later, he stood in front of the sink and turned on the light. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, then gazed at the scraggly face in the mirror. Everything seemed normal; maybe it had just been a dream. Then he noticed something unmistakable. On his chest, centered over his nipples, were the faint triangular outlines of tan lines - as if something had covered part of his body while he'd been out in the sun. Something like - a bikini. Cal got himself ready for work; regardless of what had - or had not - happened yesterday, he still had to get to work. A quick stop for a couple kolaches and a cup of coffee, and Cal dragged his tired butt into the office. He slumped in his cubicle and turned on his computer. Presently, Fred came around. He had a peculiar grin on his face, and he plopped down in the extra chair. "So," he started, "what'd you think?" Cal frowned. He wasn't sure how much Fred was going to talk about, and he didn't seem the least bit nonplussed. It seemed as if he didn't remember anything. Cal decided to be cautious. "'Bout what?" Fred's grin widened. "The park. The girls at the club afterward." He didn't remember, that much was instantly clear. Cal shrugged, while his mind raced. "Looks like you had a good time." Fred leaned closer, to keep the adjoining cubicle occupants from hearing. "That was the best sex I've had in a long time. I wish she'd stayed longer. I could have used a wake-up blowjob." Fred stood suddenly. "Well, maybe you'll get lucky next time." He wandered off. Cal tried to work, but the entire situation kept coming back. Something was wrong. Fred thought that he'd picked up a girl for a night of sex. He didn't remember that he'd been the girl, and had willingly found a guy to fuck. Just after lunch, Maggie came by his cubicle. They were working on the same project, and were sort-of friends. Sort-of, because Cal wanted in the most desperate way to get in her pants. Maggie, of course, knew it, but wasn't about to let him. "You seem pre-occupied," she said as she sipped her coffee. "Long weekend?" Cal sighed. He couldn't tell her - could he? No, he quickly decided. Maybe he could ply her for some information. "Kind of slow." Maggie snorted. "I wish Fred had had a weekend like that. That smug little shit is bragging about the girl he shagged." Cal ignored her disgust. "We went out, but he left early. I went home alone. Boring club, not a lot of people. You know." He decided to pry a bit. "You ever hear of a place called Bikini Beach?" Maggie's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. "I've heard of it. Why?" Cal read her expression. She'd more than heard of it. "Oh, nothing. Maybe there's a better selection of girls there than I found last night. After striking out at the club, I was kind of looking for a place where I might have better luck." Maggie frowned. "You guys are all the same, aren't you. Always looking for some poor girl to score with." She looked disgusted. Then, quite unexpectedly, her expression changed. There was an impish twinkle in her eyes. "Maybe you'd like to go there with me on Saturday?" She was concealing a secret, or so she thought. "I have a membership." Cal read through her facade. "You - on a date with me?" He feigned surprise and shock. "I thought you'd declared yourself off limits to me." He watched her expression carefully. "Or are you just volunteering to go with me - so you can warn all the helpless girls that a stud is on the loose?" Maggie's eyes widened, then she smiled. "Could be a little of both. What do you say? Saturday?" Cal felt his insides churn. On one hand, he knew that Bikini Beach was going to turn him into a girl. He strongly suspected that Maggie was toying with him, using this to play a practical joke on him. On the other hand, the curiosity he'd felt the previous night was still there, unabated even after masturbating with his changed body. In fact, if anything, it was stronger. Cal made his decision quickly. "Sure. Sounds like a plan." ***** Maggie picked him up Saturday morning; that was a surprise to Cal. And had he not known what was going to happen, he might have been nervous about Maggie's sudden change in demeanor. Maggie got his guest pass and the two entered the park, Maggie using her membership card. She smiled at Cal as he turned to the men's locker. Inside the locker, Cal knew what to expect. He changed quickly, then felt a stab of hesitancy. Why was he doing this? He couldn't think of a good reason. Still... He stepped into the shower and flipped on the handle. This time, Cal basked in the curious tingling of the shower, watching his body carefully. The changes came slowly, as before, but he knew what to watch for. With a good deal more confidence than her previous encounter with the Bikini Beach magic, Cate pulled open the door and stepped into the sunshine. Maggie stood there, a wicked grin on her face. "Hi, Cal," she said with mock sweetness. "You want to try to hit on me now?" Cate saw her body in the mirror, and started to turn to admire it from various angles. She glanced over her shoulder. "Hi, Maggie." She spun and struck a model's pose. "Well, what do you think?" Maggie was crestfallen. She'd expected some panic, not happy acceptance. "You... aren't mad?" she stammered finally. Cate giggled, her voice a wee bit higher than her first change. "No, silly! Not with a body like this!" She spun back to the mirror. "Hmmm," she said thoughtfully. "Not bad." Maggie frowned. Her prank had backfired. "You've been here before, haven't you!" she finally accused. Cate turned and giggled again. "Of course!" She turned back to the mirror. "Something's different this time, though." She turned, displaying her curves in the mirror. "Oh, now I see. My hair is lighter." Indeed, Cate's hair was a lighter shade than it had been before. And, though she hadn't yet noticed, her boobs were a full cup size larger. Cate ran her fingers through her long medium- brown hair. "What do you think? Think I'd be better as a blond?" Cate thrust her chest out, accentuating her breasts just as an old woman came around the corner. She glared at Cate. "Oh, yeah," Cate said with yet another giggle, "I forgot my top!" The old woman produced one magically, then stomped off as Cate tied on the skimpy bikini. Maggie frowned again. "Well, you spoiled my joke," she muttered. Cate turned, surprised. "Joke? I thought you did this because you liked girls." Somewhere in her mind, Cate wondered where that thought had come from. And just as quickly, the wonder ceased, replaced by a contented smile. ***** "You surprised me." Maggie glanced at Cate as they drove to the Coconut Club. Cate was busily staring into the vanity mirror as she tried to put on some makeup. "Oh?" she asked simply. Seconds later, a muffled curse escaped her lips as Maggie had to stop for a red light. Cate picked up a tissue and dabbed the smeared lipstick off her face. "Can you try to drive a little steadier?" she asked in a thoroughly exasperated tone. "I'm trying to put on my makeup." Maggie glared at Cate, then her features changed to reflect her confusion. "Makeup?" Cate resumed her task. "Yup," she muttered as she started smearing on the lipstick again. "You don't think I'm going out dancing without having my face done right, do you?" Maggie just shook her head, not believing how Cate was acting. This was Cal - a guy! Worried about makeup! As they walked into the club, Maggie was still puzzling over Cal's odd behavior. Cal, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to the change. She was just smiling and giggling and having a good time. They managed to find a tiny little table in one corner, and they sat down. "You're just putting me on," Maggie said aloud her sudden revelation. Cate looked surprised. "About what?" She sounded a bit confused, as if she couldn't understand what Maggie was talking about. Maggie gave a sly smile. "Okay, if that's how you want to play it." Cate looked genuinely confused. "I don't understand." She puzzled for a moment, her face clouded as if she were trying to concentrate, then her features softened and she began to look around. "I think I'm going to find someone to dance with," she announced nonchalantly, giving Maggie the shock of her life. Cate eased up to the bar, leaning over provocatively. Within seconds, a guy had taken the hint and had bought her drink for her, and then taken her out onto the dance floor. Something in the back of Cate's mind said that something was wrong, but she dismissed it; this guy was a good dancer, and kind of good looking, too. After a few dances, she led him back to her table. Maggie sat nursing her drink and glaring at Cate. For the longest time, thought, Cate didn't notice; she was happily sipping her drink and chatting with her new acquaintance. Finally, she glanced at Maggie and saw the scowl. "What?" she asked innocently. Maggie's frown deepened. She couldn't really say, could she? A thought ran through her mind. "Ladies room," she said quickly as her features morphed into sweetness. Cate smiled knowingly, then leaned to the guy and whispered in his ear. Cate stood, and followed Maggie to the rest room. Inside, Maggie dropped the pretense. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded as she spun angrily on Cate. A few other girls in the rest room glanced at the newcomers, and as quickly decided the two were probably fighting over some guy. Cate's features echoed the confusion in her mind. "What?" she asked simply. There was some nagging little doubt in Cate's mind, a tiny seed of an idea that something was wrong. But it was clouded and hidden. Maggie started to speak, then noticed, from the corner of her eye, the other girls glancing her way. She drew nearer Cate, scant inches from her in one corner of the restroom. "You know what!" Maggie hissed. "All that... that... dancing and shit! What the hell are you doing?" Cate's confusion visibly deepened. "What's wrong with dancing?" she asked. Maggie looked ready to explode. "You're a guy, dammit!" she hissed. She read Cate's face, the innocent look of a girl having a fun time at the club, the lack of comprehension at Maggie's anger. "Oh, that!" Cate giggled. "I don't know - it just doesn't seem to matter." She smiled mischievously. "Besides, he's kind of cute!" Maggie's mouth widened, as a new possibility slid into her mind. "Is this some kind of prank you're pulling on me? To get back at me?" She was certain she'd arrived at the truth. "It's going to take a lot more than a little play-acting to put one past me," she said, convinced that she'd stumbled onto the truth. Maggie's confidence that she'd uncovered Cate's little gag shattered within an hour of the little 'chat'. Cate led her new friend onto the dance floor again, and when a slow song came up, she felt no qualms about pressing closely to him, grinding her body sensuously against the man. Cate's hands squeezed his butt in a seductive manner, while she pressed herself against the firmness in his trousers. The song wasn't half over when the guy whispered something in Cate's ear. The little nagging doubt wasn't gone, but it wasn't very audible over the hot blood coursing through Cate's veins. Eagerly, she allowed herself to be led from the club, her nipples already hardened with anticipation. ***** Cal hunched over his computer screen, studying the data intently. He was tired. Monday's always were tough, especially after spending the weekend partying. This Monday, however, seemed particularly difficult. Cal contemplated his weekend. He hadn't gotten particularly drunk any time during the weekend. After going to the park with Maggie, they'd gone to the Coconut Club, and he'd only had two drinks. It was what he remembered about after getting to the club that made him feel queasy. Somehow - somehow - he'd spent a lot of time dancing. And then ... how the hell had he managed to let himself get picked up? What the hell had happened? Cal's mind ached from trying repeatedly to solve that nasty riddle. It had to be Maggie, Cal finally convinced himself. She had to have done something to him. Some kind of spell, like the girl had put on Fred. If it hadn't been for that, what else would explain what he'd done? His stomach churned at the renewed memories of sex - wild and wonton and kinky sex... as a woman. So far, he'd managed to avoid Maggie, but he knew that his luck would eventually end. She'd come by - just to taunt him. He thought he'd pulled a fast one on her, but in the end, she won. It was Tuesday afternoon before Maggie popped into Cal's cubicle. "Didn't see you yesterday," she began. "Busy day?" Cal measured her words and tone carefully. If there was any gloating, she was holding it back, waiting to spring it on him. "Yeah, sort of," he answered cautiously. Maggie slid into the spare chair. "I was kind of sore that you tricked me on the park," she admitted sheepishly, her face turned toward the desk in shame. "I really wanted to put one over on you, you know." Cal tried to control his features, while inside, his heart raced. Here it comes, he thought to himself. "Well, I guess it was kind of sneaky." Maggie glanced up, her face unreadable. "But I guess you got me in the end," she finally admitted. "For a while, you had me going there - with the dancing and all." She tilted her head back and laughed. "The whole act was pretty good, I've got to admit. Especially the bit about leaving like a tramp in heat!" She fought to contain her mirth, especially since the joke had been at her expense. "To think that you'd go out and get screwed like that!" Cal's jaw dropped; inside, his heart skipped several beats. "Ah..." Words failed him. Maggie's laugh died mid-throat. She glanced at Cal again, and watched as his features flushed crimson. "You mean..." Her hand shot to her mouth. "Oh, shit! You mean it wasn't an act? You really...?" Her mouth hung agape. Cal's head dropped in shame. "I think so," he said, trying to sound uncertain. ***** Saturday morning, Cal tossed and turned in his bed. This was peculiar; normally, he slept until nine or ten on weekends. But here it was, seven-thirty according to the alarm clock, and he couldn't sleep. Finally, he dragged himself out of bed and fixed a bowl of Rice Krispies in beer. Snap, crackle, and burp, as his fraternity had called it, and a staple of his college years. Old habits died hard, Cal thought to himself as he slurped the odious mixture. Without really understanding why, Cal found himself in his car, driving. He thought it was aimless, but as he watched the landmarks pass, he realized he was heading toward the mall. Cal smiled to himself - he could check out the newest HTML authoring tools at the computer store. And the games. Alarm bells were ringing in Cal's head as he made his right turn; within seconds, he knew why. Ahead, on the left, was that damned park, Bikini Beach. Cal clenched his jaw. "No way in hell I'm going near there," he said aloud, seeking to reassure himself. His mind commanded his foot to press the gas pedal, to hasten his trip past the accursed place. But his foot would not comply. Or more precisely, another part of Cal's mind overrode his conscious command, and his foot actually eased up on the gas. Seconds seemed as hours as his car crept toward the entrance; Cal found himself sweating. "No way!" he muttered to himself over and over. "I'm not going in there." Still, he had to fight to keep from turning into the inviting parking lot. Cal couldn't suppress a shudder as he slammed the car door. "I'm not going in there," he mumbled. "Not now." Bikini Beach was long past; he was in the parking lot of the mall, but still, his mind was on the water park. With a determined stride, he crossed the asphalt, entering the cool refuge of the mall. It was a short walk to the computer store; an audible sigh of relief could be heard as Cal entered the shop. "You seem a bit distracted, Cal," the clerk said after watching Cal browse for almost twenty minutes. Cal started at the interruption. "What? Oh, yeah," he forced a smile and chuckle. "Tough week at work. I guess I'm still coming down." The clerk laughed with Cal's joke. He knew Cal well; Cal spent a lot of time - and money - here. "Glad it's you and not me. Well, if you need anything..." Cal nodded. "Sure, Tim." He turned back to the display racks, trying to force himself to focus as the clerk went to help someone who'd just entered the shop. After ten more minutes, Cal gave up. It was useless. No matter what he did, no matter how he thought about computers, he couldn't get that place out of his mind. Within twenty minutes, Cal was at the ticket booth. He struggled with himself. "I'm just going to prove it wasn't real," he mumbled as he paced again. The girl in the ticket booth was watching him nervously, perhaps wondering if he weren't some kind of troublemaker. Cal turned away. "I'm going home," he said. His feet stayed rooted in their spots. "I'm not going in." He did a slow turn back toward the counter. For agonizing seconds, he stared. "It'll prove last weekend didn't happen. Just a bad dream." Slowly, Cal's feet began to move toward the window. "May I help you?" The girl's smile was forced. Cal felt his stomach knot. "I'd like a one-day pass," he said. He felt his brow dampen. The girl frowned. "I'm afraid we don't have any one-day passes left." Cal felt his shoulders drop, as if tons had been lifted. Still, something else inside tensed, angry at the news. "But we have a two-day pass available." The girl smiled. "It's really a better deal, too." Cal's hand mechanically reached for his wallet and paid the girl. Slowly, like an automaton, Cal walked the final steps to the entrance gate. Inside, he felt a mixture of elation and dread. ***** Cate finished giving her long, wavy, light brown hair a quick comb- through, then peered into the mirror. She smiled. "Good as I can do here," she said happily, her voice devoid of concern. She walked out with a bounce in her step and crawled in her car. A few minutes more found her in the mall. Heads turned as she walked past, and Cate straightened her shoulders, thrusting out her boobs and her ass in acknowledgement of the admiring gazes. For the briefest of moments, Cate wondered why she thought her boobs had once been smaller, but she pushed the strange thought from her mind, thrust out her double-Ds, and strode happily through the mall. A quick stop at home to change into her new skimpy short red dress, put on some makeup, and fix her hair, and Cate was back in her car. The destination was familiar; she pulled into the parking lot of the Coconut Club as the sun was setting. Cate glanced around the club as she walked in. Too bad her friends weren't meeting her here. Still, there were plenty of guys. She licked her lips in anticipation as she surveyed the crowd of eligible men. "Maggie!" she called out as she recognized a woman at a table. She waved, and then scurried across the floor to her friend. Automatically, Cate slid into a chair. Maggie's features clouded. "Excuse me," she started to say. She never finished. Her eyes bulged as recognition set in. "Cal?" she sputtered. Cate's smile faded. "Cal?" She looked baffled, then she shrugged. "Everyone calls me Cate, don't you remember?" Cate's dull smile returned. Maggie's eyes were still wide. "Look at you!" she managed to stammer. "You look... more blond. And bigger!" Her eyes had gotten to the swollen mounds on Cate's chest. Cate shook her head, a dazed look in her eyes. "I haven't changed anything," she said. "Besides, I'm lucky I'm blond. Boys like blondes." Her pert little nose wrinkled. "But I wish I was blonder. I think the blonder a girl is, the more a boy likes her. And," she thrust out her chest, "they definitely big boobs!" Her voice sounded higher in pitch, and the giggle seemed in character for her newly enlarged breasts and blonder hair. "Are you jealous?" "But," Maggie was the confused one now, "you're Cal! Cal, a guy who works with me!" Cate's eyes darkened for a moment. "Oh, that!" She giggled again. "Don't tell anyone," she whispered, breaking into yet another of her inane giggles. "It might make it harder to get a guy interested." She glanced around, her eyes scanning the crowd for targets. "I'm going to get a drink," she announced. Again, Maggie watched, dumbfounded, as Cate sauntered to the bar. And again, Cate came away from the bar, a drink in one hand and a guy on her other arm, without having paid a cent. Maggie dragged Cate to the restroom again. "What are you doing?" she asked softly, a newfound concern prompting her. "You're Cal, a guy I work with!" Cate looked at her, uncomprehending. "So?" Maggie grasped Cate's arms and felt Cate's big boobs on her forearms. "How big are you, anyway?" Cate glanced down, and then smiled at Maggie. "Double-D. They're pretty nice, aren't they?" "You're a guy, dammit! What do you think you're doing?" Cate stared at Maggie for several seconds. "Oh, I get it. You want to, you know, have something group like?" The annoying giggle was back. "Well why didn't you just say so? Sure." Maggie felt like slugging Cate. "You're acting like a bimbo," she hissed. "Cal, get a hold of yourself!" Cate stiffened. "Just for that, you have to find your own fuck tonight." She pulled away from Maggie's grasp and left the restroom. Within minutes, she had left the club as well, with the guy. ***** Fear quickened Cal's pulse as his eyes snapped open. He glanced apprehensively at the clock, and saw it wasn't even five. Cal's head flopped heavily back on his pillow, and he tried to settle back for another hour of sleep, but he couldn't quiet his racing mind. His hand reached up slowly, fearfully, toward his chest; he sighed audibly when he touched his normal male body. Still, he knew something was wrong; there was a ghostly sensation that something awful had happened to him. But try as he might, he couldn't think of any reason that any of the events was wrong. After a futile struggle to get more rest, Cal gave up. He quickly showered and dressed, then slipped in to the office early, an almost unheard-of event. And so, it was with total surprise that Maggie found him staring at his computer when she came in at seven. "Morning, Cal," she said cautiously. The events of the weekend were still alarmingly fresh in her mind. Cal turned his weary eyes from the screen. "Morning." Simple, non-committal. He turned back to stare at the program. Maggie frowned; it was as though he didn't remember anything. "You're early." Cal didn't deign to look her way. "Couldn't sleep." He scrolled the display through a few pages in silence. Maggie broke the awkwardness. "Look, about Saturday," she began, watching Cal for any reaction. He stiffened, as Maggie expected. "I'm sorry if I made you mad." Cal's jaw clenched, and then relaxed. His mind raced, but came up blank yet again. "I don't know what you're talking about..." His tone was guarded, very carefully neutral. Maggie glanced at Cal, then rose abruptly. "Okay," she answered with a frown. "If that's the way you want it." She departed his dim cubicle stiffly, leaving him alone with his terminal. Cal glanced after her, watching her leave in a huff. He shook his head, then turned back to the monitor. Again, he stared at the data, but he felt like he was looking through a fog. He could read the letters and numbers, but they weren't making any sense. He rubbed his crotch absently, feeling the hard bulge that had been his companion all morning. Warm sexual tingling coursed through his body, but for some reason, it seemed odd. Cal continued to stare, scrolling up and down the page, while around him, the office slowly sprang to life. Finally, about eight-thirty, Cal got another cup of coffee. As he sank back into his chair, a warm sip of the dark liquid sliding down his throat, he felt as if a strange fog were lifting from within his mind. With a palpable sense of relief, Cal began to recognize the program on the screen. He breathed a sigh of relief, then again absently pressed his hand against his crotch. It was as if a light had been turned on. With blinding suddenness, all of the pieces of the weekend snapped into place. Cal gazed at his flat chest, wondering about the marvelous double-D cup boobs that had adorned him all weekend. He saw the slight paunch at his waist, and idly contrasted it with the flat, thin, and shapely waist he'd had scant hours ago. He remembered Maggie from the club. And the guy. Cal's stomach flip-flopped as he realized that he'd been the aggressor, a tigress on the prowl, a sexual predator. He'd made the invitation, and the guy - Ben? - had been only too happy to take him home. Cal felt himself flushing; how many times had they done it? And the roommate - Cal's stomach churned anew as he remembered more. Sunday morning was a haze, a tangled web of memories of a tangled cluster of sexual frenzy. The two men, and all of the things they'd done: the tag-team marathon of intercourse, and in all kinds of positions; the simultaneous copulation from which his rectum was still sore; and the pleasantness of being filled while simultaneously giving oral .... Cal's stomach convulsed, and he lurched from his chair, staggering in a mad dash, his hand clasped over his mouth. He burst through the bathroom door and sank to his knees in front of the toilet as the stomach contracted with a great spasm, splashing his meager breakfast into the ceramic bowl. ***** Maggie peeked around the corner of Cal's cubicle. "We're going to Tony's for lunch. Coming?" Cal barely glanced up from his terminal. "No thanks. I'm trying to finish this." Maggie sighed. "You've got to get out in the sunshine once in a while," she said. "Come on. I'll buy." Cal couldn't bring himself to turn to her. She knew. She KNEW!! And she wouldn't even give him the satisfaction of gloating, so at least he could feel some shame. "Sorry. Your treats have some, uh, interesting surprises." How the hell had that slipped out? Maggie's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that? It wasn't me who went back - and then couldn't control himself." She felt angry at being accused, at being blamed for his problems. Whatever they were. "I wasn't the one who went home with that guy." She got up and stormed out, leaving Cal staring at the screen, his jaw clenching and unclenching in rage. ***** It was a Friday night, three weeks later. Cal was pacing in his apartment. The television was on, blaring its usual nonsense, but Cal heard none of it. His head spun, a bizarre mix of thoughts whirling like a mad dervish through the synapses of his brain, tormenting him by dancing just to within reach, then darting frantically away, leaving his conscious mind confused, wondering just why he felt so ill at ease. Cal angrily halted mid-pace and yanked the refrigerator door open. He grabbed a beer and marched back to the couch, opening it one-handed with practiced ease, even as his left hand reached for the remote. He flipped channels quickly, the tuner coming to rest on the sports channel. Cal let the hand with the remote fall, flopping heavily on the sofa, while his right hand lifted the brew to his lips. Within seconds, Cal was pacing again, unable to contain the nervous energy coursing through him. He yelled at the announcer and the news that his team was losing, certainly critical news to a baseball fan when ones team is in a tight pennant race, but not worth the energy Cal expended. He felt caged, trapped by forces unseen, unable to control his life. The ringing of the phone brought a halt to Cal's outburst. He stopped mid-stride, staring at the phone, watching it like a rabbit watches for the movement of a fox. Finally, on the third ring, he picked it up. "Hello?" Cal's voice was timid, cautious. "Uh, nothing." He paused to listen, taking the occasion for a sip of beer. "I guess." He sounded without enthusiasm, adrift. "Sure, see you there in a bit." Cal recoiled visibly as he opened the door of the Coconut Club. The raucous noise of the band and crowd, already with a head start at the night's partying, hit Cal like a hammer. He slowly walked in, glancing around nervously, self consciously, as guys gave him a quick glance, checking out the competition, while girls looked him over to see if he might be worth their while. Cal's mind raced, imagining that everyone here knew his little secret, that he'd been here as a woman; his face flushed slightly and he quickly looked downward. Maggie found Cal, rather than vice versa, precisely because Cal felt so terribly self-conscious. "Hey, Cal!" she called out, shouting to be heard above the din. Cal started, reacting as if stung, and spotted Maggie at a table. Without smiling, he nodded acknowledgement, then slid into an empty chair. "Hi." Maggie felt in the mood of the club; she was relaxed and happy. "Haven't seen you out much," she commented lightly, all the while watching him carefully for any kind of reaction. Cal shrugged. "Been kind of busy. Lot of OT lately," he commented. A waitress came by, and he ordered a beer. "Got to pay the bills." Maggie took a sip of her wine, and then nodded. "Guess so. Still, you have to have a life." She took another sip. Cal shrugged again. "So they say." He glanced around, and his discomfort was obvious. Maggie let it go, and the waitress delivered Cal's beer. He took a long sip. "So what's new with you?" Maggie tried not to frown. This wasn't quite what she'd expected. "Not a lot." She couldn't stand it any more. "Cal, is something wrong?" Cal stopped mid-swallow, then choked down the half-mouthful of beer as he set his glass down. His eyes narrowed to slits as he stared at Maggie. "Nothing. Why?" He sounded defensive, on edge. Maggie stared at him. "It's just that, well, you're acting different lately." Cal's eyes flared. "What the hell do you mean by that?" he demanded. "Different - how?" Maggie flinched. She'd touched a raw nerve without realizing it. "Well," she began hesitantly, "you haven't gone out to lunch with us for a long time. And it seems like you're always working late." She looked into his eyes and saw a haunted look flicker across his features. "Are you in some kind of trouble?" Cal's face clouded; the growing anger was clear for all to see. "No. And it's none of your goddamned business!" He stood abruptly, knocking the chair over behind him with a clatter. His voice was rising, and bystanders were getting an earful. "Not you, or anybody else! Just leave me the hell alone!" He turned and stormed out of the club, leaving Maggie sitting at the table, wondering what had happened. ***** Cal paced nervously Saturday morning. He couldn't understand why, but he knew it was coming. The urge. The uncontrollable, irresistible urge. He had to fight it, Cal told himself over and over; he wasn't going to do it. Not this time. He wasn't going to go. His resolve waxed and waned repeatedly over the next hour, the desire growing more intense with each passing minute. Finally, he could take no more. He stormed out of his apartment, barely stopping to see that the door was locked. He drove erratically, knowing precisely where he was going, even as his mind condemned him for giving in. He pulled into the parking lot, screeching to a halt on the asphalt. Cal's hands trembled as he shut off the ignition. In the silence, he could practically hear his heart pounding. There it was. The ticket booth. The gateway to satisfying the strange urge, which gripped him. Like a robot, he crawled out of the car, slamming the door shut as his feet moved of their own accord across the pavement. His mind fought his body and his subconscious; he knew what he was going to do, and he couldn't stop himself. "Are you okay?" The young woman in the ticket booth looked down at Cal with an expression of concern. Cal snapped out of his trance. "Uh, yeah." He glanced up, and knew. The girl knew. Without a doubt, the girl knew. His cheeks burned. "I... uh... was... uh... supposed to meet a friend. Yeah, a friend. Is this Bikini Beach?" His lie was as transparent as the glass separating him from the attractive brunette. The girl smiled at him. "You've been here before, haven't you?" She gazed at him, and Cal felt as if he were a book she was reading. "Cal, right?" She smiled. "I'm Anya. You don't have to be embarrassed. There are a lot of guys who come here to enjoy the park more than once." Cal stiffened; anger replaced his humiliation. "I'm just fine," he snapped. "I'd like a two-day pass, please." He gave her the money and took the pass card, stepping stiffly away from the booth toward the gate. Had Cal but glanced behind him, he would have seen Maggie getting out of her car, watching him walk toward the gate. She'd intended to stop by, and had passed him as he drove toward the beach. Naturally, she turned and followed him. Now she knew, as she'd suspected. Following Cal, she purchased a pass, making sure she got the same thing he did. Cate emerged from the locker room, and Maggie gasped. "Holy shit!" she stammered as she looked at the change Cal had undergone. "Cate?" she called out. Cate heard her name, and turned, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her boobs were uncovered. She recognized Maggie after a moment. "Oh, hi!" she called cheerfully. Cate's voice was much higher than Maggie remembered. That wasn't the only thing that seemed different; Maggie gasped as she took in Cate's figure. Starting from the top, she noted that Cate's hair was much longer, wavier, and blonder than she remembered - almost platinum blond. Her eyes were the same, but there was something missing; after a second, Maggie's mind reeled as she realized that Cate had sounded like a bimbo, and what was missing was a spark of intelligence. Maggie's traverse continued. Cate's boobs were bigger - much bigger. She'd been, what, a double-D? Now, she was easily a G- cup - or bigger! She had the boobs of a stripper. Below the huge mammaries, Cate's waist seemed smaller, while her hips flared into a sensuous round butt. Maggie looked back up. "Uh, Cate? You're missing your top." Cate stared at her for a moment, then giggled. "Am I? I do that sometimes." She glanced down at her round full boobs, then looked up just as Anya rounded the corner, a top held in her outstretched hand. Cate glanced at it, and then took it with a giggle. "Oops!" She quickly tied the top on; it barely covered her nipples and looked in danger of tearing off at the slightest breeze. ***** The music boomed loudly around their table, while Maggie sat observing Cate. Maggie's brow furrowed with anxiety; Cate seemed a complete bimbo. Maggie was starting to understand; after Bikini Beach, Cate had insisted on going to the mall. There she'd just had to buy a new dress. After all, as she'd told Maggie, how could she possibly go out dancing in an old dress? And it wasn't just any dress. Cate picked out, proudly, a very low-cut, high-hemmed red dress. With her boobs squeezed in, the neckline barely covered her nipples and exposed more cleavage than a room full of strippers. If she bent over, her ass was well displayed, flanked by bits of red fabric. Right now, some guy named Bill was seated next to Cate, and he took every opportunity to gaze down Cate's generous cleavage. Cate had to have noticed, but rather than discouraging him, she seemed to wiggle and turn to give him a better view. Bill's friend - George? - was seated at the table as well, and was getting rather frustrated trying to hit on Maggie. Cate led as the two went into the powder room. Maggie stopped her by the door. "Do you know what you're doing?" she asked cautiously, remembering vividly how Cate had reacted the last time. Cate shrugged. "Sure. Say, Bill looks like he's really hung, don't you think?" She adjusted her boobs in her dress, making sure that maximum cleavage was on display. "I hope I don't wear him out too soon." Maggie grasped Cate's arms. "Cate - think! What do you do for work?" Cate's brow clouded for a minute. "Work. Hmm." Her eyes lit up after a few seconds of concentration. "I work with computer thingies." She seemed proud of having been able to answer. Maggie shook her head and sighed heavily. "Cate, you're a guy!" Cate's eyes twinkled. She hefted her boobs. "I don't think so," she said uncertainly, as if the truth were being clouded. Her face brightened. "Besides, how could I have sex with guys if I were a guy, huh?" Maggie closed her eyes and sighed again. "Are you going to have sex with Bill?" Cate's eyes lit up, obviously in anticipation. "I think so." She leaned a bit closer to Maggie. "Unless you'd rather have him. George looks pretty good too, don't you think? Are you gonna do it with George?" Maggie recoiled. "Of course not!" she snapped. Cate got a flicker of disappointment on her features. "Oh. Well, I guess you can do Bill then." Maggie shook her head in dismay. "No, I don't want him either." She just wasn't getting through to this air-headed bimbo. Cate's face lit up at Maggie's words. "Oh. Then you won't get mad if I do both of them then?" ***** Maggie was surprised when she saw Cate sauntering through the mall. Eyes turned as every guy in the place followed her every step. Her skirt barely covered her crotch, displaying every possible inch of her shapely legs, while her top threatened to tear from the strain of containing her big boobs. Her wavy blond hair bobbed and danced around her shoulders, and she casually blew and snapped a bubble as she walked. "Cate!" Maggie called as she strode quickly toward the blond bombshell. "Cate!" Cate turned, stopping her pace as she glanced around. It seemed to Maggie that walking and glancing around were too much of a mental stretch for Cate in her current form. "Oh, hi Maggie!" she sang in her high-pitched bimboish voice. Maggie gave her a quick hug in greeting. "I'm surprised to see you here." Cate frowned. "Where else would I be? The club isn't open yet." She turned to walk beside Maggie. "You missed a good thing last night. Those two were... good. Real good." She leaned closer. "They kept me up all night," she giggled. Maggie frowned. This was getting out of control. Cate was a total bimbo and sex slut. But she didn't know what to do. True, she'd never considered Cal anything more than a friend, but she still didn't want to see him get hurt. "Have you got any plans for tonight?" Cate stopped and thought; it was almost possible to see her brain try to work on the simplest problem imaginable. "Uh, the club isn't open tonight, is it?" Maggie shook her head. "Hmmm." Cate tried to think. "I don't know." She gave up at the effort. "Let's go shopping!" Maggie quickly realized why Cal was having to work extra; Cate was spending money like it grew on trees. And her taste - Maggie shuddered. Cate tended toward the slutty in her appearance and outfits. And she didn't seem to have any concept of cost. Cost, hell, Maggie thought. She could barely operate a charge card. Carrying part of Cate's purchases, Maggie walked beside her toward the mall entrance. "So," she said casually, "you got any ideas for tonight?" Cate frowned. "Uh uh. The club isn't open, and that's where the guys are." Maggie sighed. In the entire afternoon, Cate had exposed the two main focuses of her life - buying clothes, and sex. "Well, we could get a movie, and you could come over." Cate halted, and gave Maggie a very questioning look. "Well, I'm not sure if I could get into that, but...." Maggie's mouth dropped open. "Wait a minute! I wasn't talking about that!" Cate sighed, then repainted her face in the clueless mask she'd worn all day. "You should try it first," she said simply. Then her face lit up again. "Maybe next weekend we can find a few guys and try to wear them out?" Maggie stopped beside Cate's car and helped her deposit her packages in the back seat. She shuddered at Cate's suggestion. "Well, not now. Maybe some other time." She watched Cate crawl into her car. "So what are you going to do?" Cate grinned. "I picked up a few toys." She retrieved a very large dildo from a package. Maggie's eyes widened at the size of the instrument. "Not as good as a real man, but..." She put the car in gear and sped off, leaving Maggie standing, her mouth agape. ***** Maggie marched into Cal's cubicle and plopped in his spare chair. "Okay, what gives?" she demanded simply. Cal turned from the screen, rubbing his weary eyes. He was unshaven, and he looked like he'd slept in his clothes. "Not following," he mumbled. Maggie pursed her lips. Where to begin? "You've got a problem, that's what," she finally said. Cal's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?" Maggie drew a long slow breath. "Where were you yesterday?" Cal seemed startled by the sudden veer in the conversation. "Out sick," he said after a moment's hesitation. Maggie snorted. "Not likely. I followed you." Cal flinched visibly. "You went to the park again, didn't you?" Cal drew back. "So?" Maggie wasn't done. "You've been there a lot in the last month and a half." Cal shot back defiantly, "You said I needed to have a life. What do you care if I go there once in a while?" "Like every weekend? And every weekend at the club?" She leaned toward Cal. "Cal, everyone here has noticed. You've changed. You're withdrawn. You don't spend any time with any of the guys. You never go to lunch with us. You've been working a lot of overtime." Cal grasped at this straw. "Is it a crime to earn a little extra?" Maggie didn't relent. "No, but you haven't been saving any, have you?" She watched his eyes betray the truth. "You've been spending every penny - and then some. On what?" She wasn't about to give up - not while her friend was in trouble. "I bet if we went to your place, I'd find a closet full of women's clothes." She saw Cal wince. "Right? And other things too?" Cal looked like he was going to collapse. "So? It's my life!" Maggie drew the trump ace. "So you enjoy looking like a stripper? You enjoy competing at the strip club, with every guy trying to paw you? You enjoy flaunting your body like a hooker? You enjoy it when three guys screw your brains out?" Cal cowered. She knew everything he'd done the previous day; she wasn't joking when she said she'd followed him. He tried to salvage a shred of his dignity. "Look, if you got a chance to change, you'd be curious too, wouldn't you?" He drew himself up, trying to take refuge in his hollow excuse; Cal didn't realize just how pathetic he looked and sounded. "Besides, I don't have to go there. It's not like I have to." Maggie sat back. "Okay, then stop." Cal's eyes widened. "Okay, I'll show you." "Fine. Tomorrow, I'll meet you at your place." ***** Maggie was early; she knew what she was facing. Cal thought he was sneaking out, before she arrived. She saw him tack a note to his door; obviously, some pitiful excuse. Then he slipped into his car and, glancing over his shoulder, drove quickly toward Bikini Beach. Maggie pounded on her steering wheel as she drove into the Bikini Beach parking lot. She should have beaten Cal, but for the accident blocking the road. Now, she looked across the parking lot as Cal walked through the gate, into Bikini Beach. Maggie leaped from her car and ran to the ticket booth. "May I help you?" Anya asked cheerfully from inside the booth. "Oh, hi, Maggie! What can I do for you today?" She'd recognized Maggie as a member. Maggie huffed a bit. "You just sold a pass to Cal? Dark hair, about so tall?" She indicated Cal's height with her hand. Anya frowned. "Yes. Why?" Maggie felt desperation sinking in. "You've got to stop him." She pulled out her card and ran toward the gates; Anya was close behind her after locking the cash drawer. ***** Cal's hands trembled as he reached for the shower knob. He knew he had to stop, but he couldn't. The handle twisted, and the water spray burst forth, splashing Cal full on the chest. Within moments, the transformation began. Cal watched himself, knowing what would happen, and still amazed by the changes. Slowly, his chest ballooned outward, his nipples swelling and pushing out and getting darker and bigger. Cal felt the hair descending his shoulders with a tickle; automatically, he grasped the hair in his hand and watched as the locks lengthened and grew lighter in color, stopping when they were platinum blond, quite wavy, and dangled to mid-chest. Even as he watched, his hand grew more slender, finer, more feminine, while his nails lengthened. A coat of red enamel sprouted from nowhere, flowing over his inch-long nails until they were uniformly coated. Cal dropped his hand to his chest, where his boobs still swelled. Now passing D-cup, they were big and firm and growing. He shuddered inwardly, a mixture of horror at what he was doing and pure pleasure, as his fingers caressed his ultra-sensitive nipples. And still his boobs grew. Cal screamed inwardly; he felt shame at changing into a woman, shame at his need to experience this magical metamorphosis. Outwardly, the scream escaped as a high-pitched squeal of sexual pleasure. Cal fought the change. He wasn't going to do that. Not this time. Not again. But he couldn't stop his hand from slipping down to his crotch, the now flat groin that had until moments ago bulged with his male organ. Now, automatically, his fingers of their own accord inside the skimpy bikini bottom, until he was rubbing his new sex frantically. And still he cupped one boob, now an enormous G-cup behemoth, rubbing his fingers tantalizingly across his bare nipple. The pure sexual energy overwhelmed Cal, forcing his mind into full-fledged retreat, as Cate quickly brought her body to orgasm. Cate glanced around the locker room and spotted a door. She walked to the door and grasped the handle. For several seconds, she tugged on the door, oblivious to the fact that it opened outward. "Stupid door," she muttered. Then the door pulled out of her dainty hands, and sunlight streamed into the locker room. Cate giggled; somehow, being too stupid to open the door seemed funny to her. She stepped outside, not really caring that her boobs were exposed. Maggie's heart sank as she saw Cate step out of the locker. She was changed - Maggie and Anya had been too late. "Hi, Cate," she said glumly. "Uh, hi," Cate giggled. She screwed up her features, searching for more words, but they didn't come. Finally, she gave up and glanced around. Anya rounded the corner and pulled up short. She stared up and down at Cate. "Oh, shit!" she mumbled. "I see what you mean." She waved her hand and produced a bikini top, then winced as Cate took it and stared blankly at it. "Put it on, please." Cate looked at the bikini top, then down at her naked boobs. She giggled again. "Oh, yeah." She tied the string bikini on; Anya and Maggie both winced when they saw that her top barely covered her nipples, and Cate's enormous boobs threatened to spring from their tiny confines at the slightest provocation. Maggie bit her lip. "So now what?" she asked Anya. Anya frowned. "There isn't anything I can do now. Not after she's changed. Not until the pass expires." She sighed. "And he bought a two-day pass." Anya shook her head. "Grandmother isn't going to like this at all." ***** Maggie wanted to take Cate straight home; the time she'd spent with her at the park had not been fun. Cate had only one thing on her mind - sex. And Maggie was convinced that there wasn't anything else upstairs. Cate was a total bimbo. Unfortunately, Maggie had to stop at the mall to pick up an outfit she was having altered for a reception the next day. And she found out Cate's only other interest - shopping for clothes. Cate walked while trying to chew her gum; the seemingly incessant snapping of bubbles was about to drive Maggie up a wall. Maggie was leading her around like a little child. But when they spotted a boutique, Cate was unstoppable. She charge in and began to fondle the dresses, the shorter, the more she wanted them. Finally, Maggie relented and let her try one on. Cate fell in love with it; she just had to buy it. After all, it showed off her boobies so nicely. Maggie sighed heavily when she had to help Cate sign the credit card receipt; simple tasks like that seemed totally beyond her ken. Maggie sat Cate down by a display stand. "Wait here. I have to try on this dress." Cate nodded dumbly, then Maggie slipped into the dressing room with her dress. She emerged after only a couple of minutes, satisfied that the fit was correct. She let the clerk give her the receipt, and she turned. For the briefest of seconds, panic filled her - Cate was missing! Then she saw Cate standing outside the store; she was talking to a couple of boys, or rather, she was standing there while the guys gawked at her cleavage. Maggie stormed over to Cate and took her arm. Cate just glanced over her shoulder at the guys; "Bye," she said cheerfully, punctuating it with a quick snap of her bubble gum. Cate crawled into Maggie's car. Maggie buckled herself in, then glanced at Cate. She sighed as Cate popped another bubble, then reached across the big-chested bimbo and buckled her seatbelt. Cate watched her, and then smiled vacuously. "Oh, yeah." She blew and popped another bubble, and Maggie felt her already taut nerves stretch even more. As Cate sat at the table, Maggie retrieved the formerly-frozen meals from her microwave. Cate merely sat at the table, watching Maggie and blowing her infernal bubbles. And when, rarely, she took a break from the gum, she twirled a lock of hair absently around a finger. Maggie plopped a dish in front of Cate and the other at her place. "What is it?" Cate asked as she gazed at the food. Maggie took a deep breath.