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Bikini Beach: Saving A Life Copyrighted 2000 By Radioactive Loner and JDG I was not a happy man. The heat was baking me. Well, not just me, but pretty much all the residents of the fair city where I lived, except those with air conditioners. I was unfortunately not among that number, and so I lay prostrate across my bed, sweat popping out of every pore in my body, feeling as if I was being baked in a slow heat, heat resounding both into and out of my body in a languid echo. If you've never been overweight, then you need a further word of explanation: to be overweight makes the heat ten times worse. Fat people actually don't have it as bad in the winter... the otherwise damnable potbelly makes for good insulation. But in the heat, you have to carry around all that extra weight, and the insulation keeps you hot and bothered. I, at the time, numbered one of those unfortunate few. So, as I said, at the moment, I was desperately seeking the wonder of air conditioning. Not able to afford it in my home, I decided to venture through the heat to the library. It was a bit stupid of me to attempt such a venture, for one reason: having no car, and the library not being convenient to public transit, I attempted to walk it. And about halfway there, the world began to turn a brilliant shade of white as the sidewalk decided to come up and meet me halfway. The last thing I saw before I fainted was the outline of a water slide jutting out above the fence; the last thing I heard was the happy cry of a bikini-clad woman as she slid down it... ***** The old woman dabbed a handkerchief against her brow as she peered out of her office's window. Her vision seemed to only confirm what some other sense had told her, and with a brisk nod she called for her Anya. With some effort, they brought the young man inside. "Should I get some ice packs for him, Grandmother?" Anya said. "No," the old woman said. "Take him into the men's room and put him under a cold shower." "Grandmother?" Anya said, looking at her grandmother quizzically. "He doesn't seem to be a bad sort, and he isn't actively choosing his fate." The woman smiled. Already, her progeny was beginning to develop the intuitive sense of others' morality that was so important to their work here. "No, he didn't. But this avenue is right for him right now, my dear. Without his active consent, the effects will be the minimum, a one-day pass. Now do as I say, Anya." Propping the heavy man up as best as she could, Anya staggered into the showers and set the unconscious man down on the shower stalls. She stripped him as best she could, deciding to preserve his modesty by leaving him in his boxers (since the man was without the swim trunks most men came in with). She then turned the cold water on, and watched the pink mists begin to surround the man. Watching the transformation the showers brought was an odd thing, especially with a man so heavy. It is more of a gestalt of aspects changing all at once than a simple procedure that can be explained, step by step. While the eye was directed to major changes in one part of the body, minor and more gradual changes would go unobserved in other parts. Still, if asked, Anya would have recounted how the first, and most noticeable, effect seemed to be a massive reduction. Nearly all the fat on the man's body seemed to disappear, the skin tightening around the muscle groups. Thighs that had been voluminous drew inwards until they were much too shaped and slender for a man; his gut disappeared. The deposits of fat around his pectoral muscles disappeared as well, as did the fat that surrounded his buttocks. Next his frame began to visibly shorten from the man's six-foot height. This was the actual shrinking, it seemed. With almost gradual grace, the showers tapered the man's waist, letting it gracefully segue into hips and buttocks that grew more curvy and prominent while regrowing just a tad of the padding that had recently left them. The boxers, so soaked they were already clinging to the skin, shrunk and formed a silvery blue bikini bottom. To accommodate the new, smaller waist, his chest seemed to collapse and shrink into itself, as the shoulders became no longer wide but more diminutive and slender. Arms grew a graceful bit of muscle, and a neck became swan-like. Gradually, the man's nipples grew larger as two soft, pillowy breasts grew out of the chest. And Anya smiled as the man's face grew gentle and graceful and his brown hair began sliding across the floor and fanning out, as it grew longer and longer. She reached out and, with a twist, shut the showers off. ***** Waking up can either be a gradual slide from another state of being or a sudden, jerky process. For me, coming back from this unconsciousness... it was even more different than waking up in the morning, because it felt as I was coming back from darker depths. My eyes opened, and I just lay there, looking at the showerhead above me. I groaned slightly, and, hearing the groan, a sensation of puzzlement began coloring the consciousness returning to me. That... just didn't sound right. It didn't sound like my groan, really. Too high-pitched. Then the face of a very beautiful woman came into view, and gave me an absolutely gorgeous smile. I have to admit, my heart beat a little quicker just at the site of it... I don't get many smiles like that. "Hey, there. Welcome back," she said. "You fainted outside our Beach." I opened my mouth, and her hand came down and put itself over my mouth before I could say anything. "You've got a bit of a shock coming. When you see it, remember I'm your friend. Okay?" "Murflghle," I said through my mouth, nodding. And, then, again, felt puzzled. That, too, sounded... odd. Maybe my voice was affected by my throat being dehydrated? "Look down at your body," she said, taking her hand away. I did. ***** A very loud and feminine scream cascaded from the men's room onto the nearby patio. A few girls within earshot smiled, and then took another sip of their diet colas. ***** "WhathefuckwhathefuckwhatheFUCK?!?!?!" I yelled, jumping up. And still couldn't get over the fact that I heard all this coming from me in a beautiful contralto voice. The girl stepped closer to me. "Take some deep breaths. You were burning up out there. We had to cool you down. And, well... " She shrugged. "The showers are magic." I looked down in utter, amazed shock. It felt so different. It was so much easier to move. To breathe, even. My body seemed so much more responsive. And lighter. Definitely lighter. And it looked so damn different! I had... breasts, for cryin' out loud! Then what she said finally sunk in, and I looked up at her. "Run that by me again?" "This is Bikini Beach," she said. "No men allowed. So when men do come in, the showers turn them into women. My grandmother wanted to create a place where ladies didn't keep getting undressed by guys, and they could just enjoy themselves with no ogling." "Your grandmother must be some kind of lady," I said, examining an arm. "Oh, she is," she said, smiling. "My name's Anya, by the way." "Jeff," I said, extending a hand. With a bit of an amused look, she took and shook it, saying, "Jeff hardly suits you now, does it?" I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Tough. It's staying Jeff." She smiled. "Come on. Grandmother wants to talk to you." ***** As we headed out, I suddenly realized something. Well, I suppose to be more specific, let's say that, as I moved around for the first time as a woman, certain things I never had before suddenly decided to make themselves known by jiggling themselves rather emphatically from side to side. "Anya," I said. "Yes?" she replied. I pointed. "Grandmother will have a top for you," she said. As I walked out and they continued to bounce back and forth, the realization dawned on me that these things were a lot more fun to look at than they were to have. ***** As I walked into her office, I looked at the woman before me, who I presumed was Anya's grandmother. Words don't really describe her. I know this will sound silly, but I've always trusted my instincts, even to a paranormal extent... you know, the sort of stuff you'd see Deanna Troi deliver in a cheesy voice: "Captain, I'm sensing great... power." Well, I trusted my instincts that way, and they still seemed to be with me in this new body. And what I got from this lady was wisdom, and not just age but... _veneration_. This lady had just accumulated respect and power through her years and kept it with her, and she wore it like a cloak. And it was one heck of a cloak. And one other thing that I picked up on? This was _not_ somebody you wanted to screw with. But all that seemed to disappear in a heartbeat as she smiled and reached into a drawer, handing me a bikini top. "I think this will help you with the discomfort, Jeff." I looked at her and held it in one hand. My initial response wanted to be something like, "How the hell do you put one of these on?" but something told me a bit more respect was called for. "Um, ma'am, I'm not quite sure..." ***** The old lady smiled. She could read the boy's thoughts, of course. With abilities like hers, she had long since learned to appreciate courtesy and restraint, as so few people seemed to exercise it before speaking out. A small reward was in order. ***** The old lady smiled, and her hand glided slightly over her desk's surface in a very brief circular motion. Suddenly, my hands deftly tied the strings as I slipped the bikini top on. I blinked. "Um, what just happened?" "I just gave you a little body knowledge, dear." I looked her in the eye. "Ma'am, I don't wish to be disrespectful, but _why_? I am very appreciative of you getting me out of the sun, certainly, but I..." I gestured down, trailing off. "Didn't expect this?" she said. "Jeff, I know you. I know you hated the body you were in. And I know you worshipped the gentle beauty, grace, and self- assuredness so many women carry with them. And you envied them." I looked down, abashed. "I was making strides," I said. "You have to be happy with yourself, not with your body. I was working towards it." "True enough," said the old woman. "But everyone deserves a vacation, my dear." She reached into a drawer. "Mr. Marshall, here is a trial seven-day pass. If you would like, you can walk out without taking this pass, and in twelve hours, you will find your male body and your male life reforming around you. Or, if you take this pass... and there are no obligations or curses with it, I assure you... you can give the life of a woman 'a spin around the block' for the next couple of days. You could live life as..." She gestured to Anya. "He didn't pick a name, Grandmother." "I see," she said. She slid the pass across to me, and handed me a pen. "Mr. Marshall, would you like to give it a try?" "Why, ma'am?" She perceived the question just the way I meant it. "Because you seem like a good person. My job is not only to punish but to, occasionally, reward." I looked down. And thought. This body sure felt nicer to live in. And, frankly, I had always wondered what it would be like. Now that I had the opportunity, I'd be kicking myself forever if I walked out on the experience this early in the game. And with a seizing of the pen and a few quick strokes, I signed my name. But a small sparkle of light drew my attention. It traced the ink that formed my name "Jeff," erasing it, and then seemed to resquiggle in an odd pattern. Picking up my pass, I looked at her. "Daisy Marshall?" I said, looking at Anya. She smiled back. Well, I kinda liked it. ***** I looked at myself in the women's room mirror. Anya stood next to my side. "Un-fuckin'-believable," I said. I must admit, if I was still male and in swim trunks, I would have been crossing my legs at the sight of a woman like me. I had soft, brown hair that cascaded down around my shoulders, and beautiful hazel eyes. A soft, slightly upturned pert little nose, and two full and pouty lips. My skin was gorgeous, and there didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on me. My hips and ass were curvy, my breasts pert and rounded, and oh-so-definitely nice, held in place with silver blue fabric of my bikini top. "The showers do nice work, Daisy," she said. "Or, rather, Grandmother's magic does. Come on, let's get dressed for the outside world." She pointed me to a locker. Opening it, I was halfway through putting my bra on when my fingers stumbled a bit, as I realized what I was doing. "Anya, how do I know how to _do_ this?" "A little body knowledge, remember?" Anya said, fastening her own bra in place. "It's not much fun if you're spending most of the week learning and not experiencing." Experimentally, I stopped trying to consciously do it step-by-step, and my fingers once again flew nearly of their own accord and fastened my bra in place, then took a T-shirt that was cut off at the midriff and jean shorts out of locker and swiftly pulled them into place. Socks and sneakers completed the casual ensemble, and a scrunchie kept my hair from draping across my back. And all of this happened almost on autopilot. I blinked again. "Wow, that felt odd. I just... knew how to do it." Anya chuckled as she slipped her own sneakers on. "Be grateful Grandmother gave you that knowledge. There's nothing funnier than a new woman trying to figure out exactly how she's supposed to pee sitting down." I shook my head, smiling. Then something occurred to me. "Anya, I was supposed to call my parents tonight. If they don't hear from me, they're going to get really concerned. I mean, I usually call them once every two or three days, even if it's just to say 'hi.'" Anya shook her head. "As far as anyone you've ever known is concerned, there never was a Jeff Marshall." I stared at her. "Beg pardon?" "In their eyes, you've always been Daisy." "God," I said quietly, awestricken. "Just how powerful is your grandmother?" With one graceful motion, Anya tied a bow to one of her sneakers and stood up, and then reached out and patted me on the back playfully. "Believe me, Daisy, you don't want to know." ***** We stepped out into the sun. "It seems a lot cooler," I remarked. "It isn't," she said. I looked at her. By now, I knew I was going to have a lot of things explained to me over the next few days. "Slimmer body. Less fat. Your body's retaining less heat, so it feels cooler." I smiled. "Nice." "Plus, now that you've got that sort of figure, you can wear that sort of clothing... and the more skin surface exposed, the cooler you are. One of the advantages of wearing skimpy clothing," she giggled. Passing by a public phone, I stopped and said, "Can I try something?" "Sure." I picked up a pay phone and dialed my folks. I heard my mother's voice answer. "Hello?" I suddenly was struck with a touch of indecision. Was what Anya said true? "Hi, Mom," I said, and then held my breath. "Hey, Daisy-doo," she responded instantly. "You staying cool?" Daisy-doo?, I thought, giving her an odd look through the phone. Where did *that* come from? "I'm doing fine, Mom. Just wanted to check in." And the rest of the conversation went along that way, all remarkably normal! If I wasn't standing there with breasts and long hair framing this incredibly gorgeous body, it would have been almost like any other conversation I ever had with them. I was curious to explore my new past, but that could wait for another conversation. I didn't want to stay on too long with Anya waiting, so I excused myself and let her go. ***** The conversation with my mother had really thrown me. I guess... I just finally accepted that this was all real. It wasn't some heat-induced delusion. I was a girl (well, a young woman, actually). A slim, fit, attractive, young woman at that. I couldn't remember ever being a slim, fit, attractive young *anything*! As we walked through the parking lot, it suddenly occurred to me that I was walking beside a stunning young woman -- and I was having no difficulty enjoying the companionable silence. It felt... good. Natural, sort of. Just two girls, out for the day together. Weird. We approached a sleek convertible, and Anya walked around to the driver's side door. A quick beep signaled that the alarm was deactivated, and the doors unlocked. I climbed in... and immediately leaped out with a yelp. I had forgotten that the midriff T-shirt exposed my back to the superheated leather seat cover. At least, I think it was leather -- right then, it felt rather like the Teflon surface of a frying pan! Anya seemed to be enjoying my discomfiture entirely too much. "Now you see one of the *disadvantages* of wearing skimpy clothes," she giggled. Reaching inside, she started the engine, and turned on the air conditioning. "It'll cool down in a couple of minutes. Just leave your door open, so the superheated air can escape." I complied while rubbing my tender back. Hmmm... The act of stretching my arms behind me to rub my lower back gave me a sort of odd... stretching and pulling sensation on my chest. With a start, I remembered what was now encased up there, in nylon and cotton. I smiled. I had seven days to learn all about life from the distaff perspective. As soon as the car cooled off, Anya drove me to my apartment... only, it wasn't my apartment. Instead of the cramped little hole in the bad part of town that I had lived in, I now lived in a condominium that abutted the Bikini Beach property. We even could have walked, but judging from Anya's impish smile, she must have driven purely to throw me off the track. "More of your grandmother's magic?" I guessed. Anya smiled. "Sort of. Grandmother has a deal with the condo owner. The developer is... of the same mind as Grandmother, when it comes to young women and their right to privacy. A certain number of units are made available to Bikini Beach staff, and for emergency cases. Where you live as Jeff might not be as safe for you as Daisy. So, for as long as you're Daisy, you live here. I hope you like it." Like it? Compared to the dump I had been living in, it was the Taj Mahal! A kitchen with eat-in dining room attached. Living room, bath, balcony, and even a guest bedroom. Some of the deepest, plushest carpeting I could ever remember walking on -- and, best of all, air conditioning! [I was even a little chilly, and as I shivered slightly, I made a mental note to turn the AC down. Then I stopped, and a small smile came to my face. Now *there's* a thought I never thought I would have had.] The kitchen was done all in off-white with a light blue border, with the refrigerator, stove, cabinets, and microwave all matching. The floor was beautifully patterned with smallish tiles in pale blue and white. The living room was furnished with incredibly comfortable furniture. There was a couch, an overstuffed chair, and a loveseat. A *really* nice state-of-the-art stereo system sat nearby with hidden speakers. A 36" color television sat atop a combination bookshelf and home entertainment center. I turned to Anya who stood watching me as I marveled. I looked at her. "I don't suppose this gets the Playboy Channel, does it?" "Now, just what would a young woman want with the Playboy Channel?" (Well, she *did* have a point at that.) The bathroom was big and roomy, with a shower/bathtub combination, toilet, and sink, all in a soft beige color. There was a throw rug on the floor and big fluffy towels. My bedroom was the biggest thrill of all: it had a genuine queen- size waterbed, with a beautiful matching bureau and make-up table. I had a full- length mirror on the back of the bedroom door and a huge walk in closet! I noticed that the closet was full of clothes as, I suspected, the drawers would also be. From the back of the closet, I heard Anya's voice waft in. "Listen, Daisy, I have to get back to the park -- but if you're interested, I thought we might go out on the town tonight." My mouth must have been hanging open, because seeing my face, Anya hurriedly added, "If you don't want to, I understand. I just thought you might like to get a taste of how the other half lives." I felt my mouth dry up. Why was my brain choosing *now* to have an infarction? I grabbed the next words that came into my mouth. "Sure... sure, Anya. I'd love to go out tonight... if you really don't mind being seen with me." She looked at me quizzically for a moment. "Why in the world would I mind?" Then, with a wink, she was gone. Now, why *did* I think she would be ashamed to be seen with me? That had almost spilled right out of me. This was interesting. ***** I was alone, with the new me, for the first time. I'm not going to describe the next few hours... except to say that they went by entirely too fast. Did I experiment with the new equipment? Wouldn't you? But although it felt... VERY different... self-involvement is much the same, no matter what the sex. The touch of a lover's hands and lips upon the skin... well, it's far, far better. Not that I had had much of that in my life: a few sweaty gropings in the backseat of my father's beat-up old Packard, mostly with girls who had even less self-esteem than I did. But that was the old me: that was Jeff. Now, I was Daisy, and I was going to make the most of it. Anya swung by at 7:00 pm. I had just gotten out of the shower, so she waited while I blow-dried my hair, threw on a dress and shoes, and put on a touch of makeup. As long as I didn't think about what I was doing, it all seemed quite natural and effortless. Let's hear it for Grandma's magic! Without it, I shudder to think what a mess I would have made of things, or how long it would have taken me. I grabbed my purse, and Anya and I were out the door by 7:35. We grabbed a quick bite to eat at a little Italian place nearby. I had some chicken parmigiana -- oddly enough, I could only finish half of it. I was surprised: usually, it took a lot more to fill me up! And I felt light-headed after only one glass of wine - - I'd have to be careful about alcohol consumption also. After dinner, we went to a club Anya liked. I could see why she liked it: it had a nice, eclectic mix of music that, while contemporary, was pleasantly not the same tripe they play to death on the radio. I even let her drag me out onto the dance floor. Funny, but as a man, I would never consider dancing with another guy -- yet, as a woman, it seemed entirely natural. Amusingly, both Anya and I had to fend off suitors all night long. But even that was fun! I was actually being asked to dance! Granted, by a seemingly unending series of men... but they were attractive men, at that. [When that thought crossed my mind, I wondered, just for a moment, exactly when I had started noticing whether or not a *man* was attractive.] Anya and I made the obligatory tandem trips to the ladies' room to "freshen up." I felt really like I was bonding with her -- for the first time in years, I had a real friend. ***** That week went by in a blur. I spent my days either working out in the condo's exercise room, or splashing about at Bikini Beach. I'll say this for that place: it has everything a water park could have! Many places (not just one) for kids, depending on their age... water slides, both mild and wild... large pools... an ol' fashioned swimmin' hole... a lazy river... sunning areas... you name it, it was there. But all vacations end... and then reality sets back in. "Daisy?" It was Anya. I smiled up at her from my position on the sand. "Hey, Anya! What's up?" The words were barely out of my mouth when I saw her face and a sudden feeling of dread overcame me. She looked incredibly glum... an expression I had never seen on her face before. "Daisy... you do realize what day this is, don't you?" "Day? Sunday! Guess I missed church," I said lightly. But it fell as flat as the look on Anya's face. I took a serious tack. "Anya, what is it? What's wrong?" "Daisy, it's been seven days. Twelve hours after the park closes today, your pass expires." I honestly felt like I had been hit in the face with a two-by-four. I guess the shock showed. "Daisy, why don't you come with me to Grandmother's office? She has something she wants to talk to you about." ***** Numbly, I followed Anya to the office. I was so filled with shock that I barely noticed the throngs of people we were wading through... I just maneuvered through them, without any conscious thought. I had so enjoyed the last seven days that it just never sunk in that it would end. Presently, I found myself seated, once more, before Anya's grandmother's desk. "So, Daisy." The old woman's presence and voice snapped me out of the blue funk into which my mind had wandered. "Have you enjoyed the last seven days?" "Very much, ma'am." "Good." She looked at me with an odd expression. Perhaps she was waiting for some more significant show of gratitude -- and truthfully, she deserved it. She had, quite generously, given me the best week of my entire life. It wasn't her fault that I now had to return to my former existence -- I knew I could never afford a lifetime pass. The job I had -- if it still existed after my change back, for I wondered how the heck a week's absence would be taken care of -- barely paid my rent and other bills, nothing extra for niceties such as lifetime water park memberships. I felt an unbidden tear slide down my cheek, which I wiped off with the side of my hand. "I'm... I'm sorry, ma'am. It's just that this, well, has just been the best week I've ever known. I don't mean to seem ungrateful. I really do appreciate your generosity, more than you could ever know." "Don't be so sure," she said gently. "Would you like to make Daisy's life yours... permanently?" ***** My heart leaped into my throat. Was she really offering me what I thought she was? "Would... would I..." I sputtered in excitement, unable to get out the words. "Hold on a minute, there. There are conditions for everything. Nothing in life really comes for free, after all," she said. You see, Daisy, I'm a firm believer that change -- voluntary change, at least -- must come from the *inside*." "Jeff was overweight. Part of that was genetics, but still, nothing that exercise and diet couldn't cure. "Jeff had few friends -- but that was because he hid away from people and didn't try to make any. "Jeff had a poor job -- but that was because he had such a poor self-image that he didn't really try for anything better. "If you really want Daisy's life, you're going to have to earn it! I'll give you six months to show me that you can lose sixty pounds, clean yourself up, and do a good job working here. If you do, then I'll see about what can be done to arrange a generous employee discount on a lifetime pass. Is it a deal?" My mind swam... but with the truth of what she just said. I felt as if an internal chasm, a tornado was swirling around in my head. Could I truly change my life around? Was *I* the cause of all my own miseries and problems? But for a moment, as she looked at me, waiting for an answer, I latched onto something she said. "Work? Here? But... I don't work here, ma'am." I worked for a certain, rather low-paying, hamburger franchise. Not this paradise. "Not yet. We need a night janitor and watchman. No young women will be here when you come to work, or when you leave, so there will be no need to change you. It will pay twice what you're currently making, and you'll have some extra money to join a gymnasium with the extra money. "If you don't lose the agreed-upon sixty pounds, your employment will end, and you will not be admitted to Bikini Beach again. You see, Jeff, like so many things in life, this really is up to you. It's your choice to make." And as she called me Jeff, I found my own form taking shape around me. And I was indeed faced with that choice. She was right. Absolutely right. And I took her offer. Once each month, she would weigh me. (I had a bit of an advantage that first month, in that I had lost nearly five pounds during my time as Daisy, thanks to her reduced appetite.) I joined a gym that wasn't too far from my apartment, and was close to work. As the time passed, I began to feel better and better about myself... about Jeff. I slimmed down and firmed up. I began to make friends outside the Internet. I began to like myself, maybe for the first time in my life. I realized that under those layers of fat was a pretty darn good-looking guy. Anya and I went out a couple of times, but it felt too awkward. She was a really good friend, and anything romantic with her just felt... strange. ***** And tonight is the six-month anniversary. I'm sure I've made it; I've lost more than the required ten pounds a month. Now the only question is whether I want to be Daisy, or if I'm finally happy just to be Jeff. Well, what would you do? I know that no matter how I choose, I owe Anya and her grandmother a debt I'll never be able to fully repay. They saved my life, in every way that counts. The end