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Bikini Beach: Choices
By JDG
Brad Damien was not a happy man, but then, he hadn't been really happy for
some time. It wasn't really anything he could readily identify. He was content
in his work, being a construction supervisor was rewarding. You got to see the
physical manifestation of your effort come together bit by bit. It wasn't his
kids. His daughter, Jan, was the prettiest 16 year old at Arcadia High School,
and the best behaved too. His younger daughter, Patricia, was a precocious 9
year old who had a way of always charming herself out of the mischief she got up
to. If anything it had to be his relationship with his wife.
Brad and his wife Debbie, married 21 years last month, loved each other
deeply. He had no doubt of her love for him, and knew his own had grown stronger
as they grew older together. No, at 45 years of age, he found himself filled
with an unsettling discontent. A discontent that was directed at his marriage.
It just seemed that there was nothing new for them to discover about each other.
Their relationship had grown... stale... dull... safe. Gone were the sparks that
used to liven up their nights and days. No more adventures sneaking off and
skinny-dipping in Patterson's Pond, or making love under the stars at the beach.
No more surprise discoveries in the bedroom either. No they knew each other like
an open book.
Brad ate his liverwurst sandwich quietly. He always chewed each bite 21
times before swallowing. That was a habit that had been ingrained into him by
his parents when he was just a tiny lad. That, and a strong sense of
responsibility. If a man gave his word he kept it. His father often said that
the only thing a man HAD to keep if he gave it away, was his word. A man also
always lived up to the responsibilities of his choices in life.
Brad had chosen to marry Debbie when they were both 19. Brad had chosen to
go into the construction business instead of going to college. He had never
regretted either decision, before now. Now... he just wasn't so sure anymore. He
was... discontent, with his choices. He couldn't help wondering... what if?
As Brad drained the last of his buttermilk he checked the clock. It was
almost 7pm. Debbie and the kids would be just getting into Atlanta. They had
left early that morning on a trip to visit his mother and father in law. Brad
had to stay behind to finish up a project he was in charge of. He had gotten
done at 2pm that afternoon. Had he told them to wait he could have gone along.
But he chose not to. He had implied that it might take longer and he didn't want
them to miss out. He had, for the first time in his 21-year marriage, lied (at
least by implication) to his wife.
Brad wiped his mouth and walked into the kitchen. He washed up his plate
and glass and put them in the drainer. Debbie would call within the hour and he
wanted to be ready. But ready for what? More of the same banal chatter that they
parroted to each other all the time. Shaking his head he sat down in the big
recliner in his living room. Perhaps some evening news would relax him and take
his mind off of his problems.
Brad was saved from yet more news about the plight of the little Cuban boy
and his father by the shrill cacophony of the phone. For a moment he hesitated
to answer it, but he knew Debbie would be worried if he didn't. She must have
made better time than he expected.
It turned out it wasn't Debbie; it was Bob Taylor, a co-worker and friend.
Bob had wanted to invite him to a new strip club opening up in town. He used the
old, while the cat's away the mice will play, line. Brad had laughed dutifully
but declined. He had always felt it wrong to objectify women in that fashion. He
loved women, and he loved seeing a pretty woman, but what those girls had to do
to earn their living... well, it just wasn't his thing.
As Brad hung up the phone a commercial came on for a new water park, in a
town not far away. It was called Bikini Beach. The commercial was a bit vague
for Brad's tastes, but since he had a few days to kill before starting the next
project, and since he had always loved theme parks, he thought he might drive
over the next day and check it out. Who could tell, maybe it would draw him out
of the emotional doldrums he had sunk into.
Brad headed out bright and early the next morning. He was surprised at how
easy the park had been to locate. It was right off of a main thoroughfare and
there were numerous roadside signs leading to way to it. Pulling into the
parking lot Brad was surprised to see it half full already. Given the, as yet,
early hour he hadn't expected quite so many patrons to be present yet.
As Brad sat in his Lincoln he noted the large numbers of attractive women
and girls heading into the park. He hesitated at that. In ten minutes time he
hadn't seen even a single male enter. That struck him as strange. So many
beautiful, or at least pretty, women and yet the male element was oddly
unrepresented. Shrugging it off he got his gym bag out of the passenger side and
walked up to the ticket window. A gaggle of stunning young women had just
entered ahead of him, wearing little more than dental floss. Again Brad
hesitated. Perhaps this would be little better than going to that strip joint
that Bob had invited him to the night before. Brad wasn't the salacious type,
and was disturbed that the atmosphere at Bikini Beach might be a bit too risque
for his tastes.
"I said can I help you Sir?" The speaker was an attractive young brunette
who was seated inside the ticket booth.
Brad shook his head. "Ummm... Yeah, I guess. How much for a ticket?"
The girl sighed and rolled her brown eyes. "This is a private park, but we
do sell a few guest passes sometimes. However, I must warn you, they're quite
expensive."
When he heard the price Brad whistled. Expensive wasn't the word for it!
It was highway robbery. Especially since they only had two passes available
right now. A two-week pass, and a lifetime one. Two weeks was exactly the time
Debbie and the kids would be gone. They would be getting back the morning after
that pass expired so it wouldn't be too bad. If he liked the park he could come
every day. It would be a good distraction and a way to relax and get some
exercise at the same time. Still... it was a lot of money, and the park seemed
to cater mainly to young women.
'What the heck.' Brad thought. 'In for a penny, in for a pound.' With that
he whipped out his platinum Visa and charged a two-week guest pass. If he found
it not to his taste he could always give the pass to his neighbors next door,
for their daughter.
The girl smiled as she printed out the ticket. "Park rules require that
you shower before exiting the changing room. My name is Anya. Let me know if you
have any problems. Have a good time Mr. Damien."
As soon as Brad walked in through the turnstile Anya picked up the phone.
"He's here Grandmother."
The small size of the men's changing room just served to put Brad more on
guard. For a park this size the room should have been much bigger. He changed
into his suit and stowed his gear in a locker. Placing the locker key in the
sewn in pocket in his trunks he entered the showers. The water was warm and
tingly. It felt remarkable refreshing. For a moment Brad experienced vertigo,
but it quickly passed. With his eyes shut he never noticed the pinkish cast to
the mist that rose around him.
When Brad reached for the knob to shut the water off he was surprised to
find it several inches higher than he remembered.
"I've been working too hard." He mumbled as he exited the shower. He
cleared his throat twice. He hoped he wasn't catching something. His voice
sounded odd, like it was cracking. His gait felt funny, as if his ass and hips
were inflated. He felt as if he were waddling. Something cold and wet hung on
his shoulders and upper back, and an odd pulling sensation on his chest was
bothering him. He wondered if it was a precursor to more of the chest pains he
had been experiencing lately. Chest pains and shortness of breath had plagued
him for the last year. He really needed to take Debbie's advice and see a doctor
about it.
As Brad stepped through the doorway to the outside he was surprised at how
big it seemed. Maybe he was ill or something. What he saw next took his mind off
of any other minor concerns though. Standing just in front of him was a
stunningly beautiful young woman. She had long auburn hair and a pert little
turned up nose. Her eyes were ice blue, just like his. She had a quizzical smile
on her face that showed two deep dimples in her cheeks... just like his. She
wore a tiny swatch of fabric between her legs that testified to the fact that
she must shave down there... and NOTHING else! She was topless!! Her breasts,
about a large "C" or a small "D" by Brad's estimation, were on display for all
the world to see. Her nipples were hard and were a coral pink in color, like
both of her areolas and her lips.
Brad was stunned. This was definitely not his sort of park. He turned to
leave, and saw the young woman do the same. At the same time he felt that
strange tugging sensation on his chest again. Looking down, Brad thought he
would faint!
"Holy Sh..." Brad began when a voice interrupted him.
"We don't allow nude sunbathing here Miss."
It took Brad a moment to realize that the voice was directed at him.
Whirling he was confronted by an older, though still striking, woman who was
holding out a bikini top that seemed to be the match for the bottom Brad was
already wearing. Without thought he took it and put it on as if he had been
wearing such things all his life.
The old woman smiled at Brad. "Come with me Mr. Damien and I'll explain
everything."
Back in the offices of Bikini Beach Brad sat fidgeting on a folding chair.
The office was small and mostly taken up by the desk in front of him, the chair
behind it, a computer and printer, some filing cabinets, and two more chairs in
the corner. The old woman sat behind the desk and smiled through veiled eyes at
him. She explained the mystery of Bikini Beach. She told him of it's purpose and
it's magic, and she explained that at the end of the two week pass he had
purchased, plus about 12 hours, his manhood would be restored... along with his
normal age.
He, or rather she, for that was what Brad was now, was stunned. Not only
had his gender been switched, but also he had lost 22 years in the process. Her
name was now Brandy, and she was his wife's 23 year old niece come up to house
sit while the Damien's were off visiting. Her full name was now Brandy Alexis
Briscoe (his wife's maiden name) and would be for the next 14 days.
"But... but... why?" Brandy asked, gesturing aimlessly in the air with her
hands as she did so.
"Because this is a park for young LADIES Ms. Briscoe. No men allowed, as I
told you already.
"But why didn't you just refuse to sell me a pass then?"
"You looked like you could use a vacation, from everything. Now you have a
unique opportunity before you. You get to be young again, to see how the other
half lives, and to get a vacation from the responsibilities of being you for a
bit."
"I'll... I'll definitely change back before Debbie and the kid's get home
though... right? Oh my God! What am I going to do when she calls tonight? I
can't answer the phone like this! She'll think I'm having some sort of tawdry
affair or something."
"I seriously doubt that Ms. Briscoe. Brad's wife won't be calling for the
entire two weeks, courtesy of the magic here. She and the kids will have a great
time and never consider it odd that they never found time to call. Everyone else
will just see your wife's niece house-sitting. Once the two weeks have passed
then no one will remember Brandy."
It all sounded so simple when she said it. Too simple. 'There has to be
some sort of a catch.' Brandy thought. 'For instance why am I thinking of myself
as Brandy now? Why am I not panicked, or enraged, or something?'
"It's the magic." Brandy started. She hadn't expected the old woman to
respond to her unvoiced question. "Now go on and enjoy the park."
The next thing she knew Brandy was outside the office and heading toward
the water slides.
"Weird." She said, and then shrugged her shoulders. Brad had always been a
fatalist, and Brandy apparently was one also.
As the announcement that the park was closing sounded Brandy headed back
to the men's locker room to retrieve her clothes. She was a bit embarrassed, but
none of the women present seemed to think it was odd to see a young woman
walking into THAT changing room.
'I suppose that if they come here very often they must be used to it.'
Brandy thought. Brandy had found the key that Brad had secured in his swim
shorts pocket was hooked around her wrist with a curly rubber band. When she
opened her locker she found blue jean shorts, a t-shirt, panties, bra, sandals,
and a purse. Quickly stripping off her wet suit she began to dress. As she did
so she mused on all that had happened that day. The park HAD been a lot of fun.
She had felt more relaxed and full of life than she had in years. She decided
that despite the "sex change" it had been worth it. After brushing it out, she
put her hair up in a quick ponytail with a scrunchie and headed out to her car.
Where Brad's black Lincoln Town Car had been, sat a baby blue Toyota
Celica. Shaking her head ruefully she got in and headed for home.
Brandy returned each day to the park, and evened out her somewhat
haphazard tan. She had a lot of fun and couldn't remember when she had felt so
alive. Around her neighborhood she had seen a few young men checking her out.
They seemed to take special notice when she went out power walking in the
evening, wearing only a spandex bottom and a jogging bra top with sneakers. She
had been surprisingly happy to be noticed, to catch them checking out her
breast's or her butt. It had made her tingle.
She had masturbated the first night, just for the novelty of it, but it
hadn't felt all that different from when Brad did the same. A bit more diffuse
perhaps, and of course she was able to go again right away, but not all that
different at all. The dampness between her legs had been a bit more of a hassle
to deal with than just aiming for some Kleenex, but she found a warm bath
afterwards was wonderful. Overall she would say that her new body was more
sensitive than her old, though much weaker and shorter. There were compensations
for both sides she guessed.
One young swain, from the neighborhood, had gotten up the nerve to ask her
out finally. She had surprised herself by accepting. They went to a dance club
and she was surprised, again, to find herself enjoying the music. It had been
fun, but afterwards he had expected a bit too much in return for a night of
drinks and dancing. Especially since all Brandy drank was diet soda. Brad never
could stand alcohol and Brandy was no different. With her handprint on his cheek
he had left and never asked her out after that, which was fine with Brandy.
Finally the two weeks were up. As Brandy changed, in the ladies room, for
the last time, she was surprised to be approached by Anya.
"I hope you've enjoyed your pass Mr. Damien." Nobody had called her Mr.
Damien since her change so she was a bit nonplussed by it for a moment.
Recovering Brandy said, "Very much Anya. I can't thank you and your
Grandmother enough." Her smile was testimony to the truth of her words.
"You know, Mr. Damien, we still have that lifetime pass available if you
want it."
Brandy frowned at Anya. "My wife... my kids."
"Would have a different husband and father this time around. You really
would be Brandy Alexis Briscoe for the rest of your life. You could have a fresh
start. Youth, health, new experiences..." Anya let her words trail off.
Brandy considered it for a moment, but then shook her head. "No Anya. It
is tempting, but no. No matter how dissatisfied I may have been with my old
life, and the way it was going, I genuinely do love my wife and my kids. I made
the choice to marry Debbie 21 years ago and I've never regretted a moment of it.
Sure she would have a different husband, and the kids a different father, but
could you assure me that they would be better off?" Her silence was answer
enough.
"No, it's been a fun vacation Anya, but it's time to go home. I have
responsibilities. Maybe sometime I can bring my wife and kids here and we can
all have a day out. If you ever get anymore one day passes that is." Here she
smiled a brilliant smile, and with a titter, walked out of Bikini Beach forever.
Anya sadly shook her head. "No Mr. Damien, you won't."
Anya's Grandmother looked up from her desk. "Well Dear, what did you
expect him to say?"
"I don't know Grandmother... it's just that he's such a decent man and
all. It just seems so unfair. He's only 45! He's just too young for a heart
attack."
"I know it seems so Anya, but we offered him an out. He chose to go back
to his old life and the people he loves. Do you really think Brandy would have
been happy seeing another man make love to Brad's wife? Seeing another man raise
Brad's daughter's?"
"But she didn't know that he was dying from cardiovascular disease!"
"You really think so? His Father died at 50 years of age from
arteriosclerosis, his Grandfather died of a stroke at 47, and his Uncle George
died at 32 of a massive myocardial infarction. Given that history, do you really
believe she doesn't realize the significance of the chest pains, the night
sweats, the dizziness and fatigue that he's been experiencing? No Anya,
sometimes we must just accept another's right to choose. Now go home child, it's
late. I'll close down the park."
"Yes Grandmother." Anya's head hung down as she left her Grandmother's
office. Ever since she had bumped into Mr. Damien in the mall and "accidentally"
read him she had wished to do something to help. She could see he was a decent
man, and she thought it unfair that he was fated to die so young. Her
Grandmother had offered to use commercials to draw his attention. Commercials
that were lightly touched with her magic so that he would find himself drawn to
Bikini Beach. Once there she agreed to modify his reaction just enough so that
he could enjoy his two-week test-drive of a new life. Beyond that it was always
his choice. A choice he had made despite everything Anya could say or do. He
would rather die the husband and father, spending his last days with his loved
ones, than live apart from them as the young woman he had become.
"I guess some ties are just too strong for even magic to break." Anya
mumbled to herself as she got into her car.
In her office the old woman nodded her head. "Yes child some ties are too
strong for anything to break." Then she unlocked a drawer of her desk and
removed a small locket. Opening it she looked inside and a small sound escaped
her, but whether it was a sigh or a sob, no one could truly say.
THE END
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