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Bikini Beach: The Nerds - Revenge By Elrod W Brandon and Robert had been the best of friends since they were four. They'd grown up across the street from each other. They went to the same schools, and they shared most of the same interests. The one problem, to the consternation of their mothers and the disappointment of their fathers, was that neither boy took any sort of interest in sports. Neither boy was built for sports; they were under six feet in height, and rather slight of build. They only participated in outdoor activities when they were forced; both would rather be inside, reading, building models of their own design, and later, building electronics projects, playing Dungeons and Dragons, doing some serious computer programming and light hacking, and reading lots more. In a word, they were nerds. Socially, they were both inept; neither boy had dated at all in high school. While their grades were both exemplary, either mother would have taken a B or two in exchange for some girlfriends or dating. Or even sports. Alas, it was not to be. Brandon was valedictorian - by two hundredths of a grade point. And now, high school was over; it was time for the boys to move on. The city college was out; it had none of the engineering and science programs the boys craved. The nearest college was seven hours drive away, on the coast. Their fathers held out some faint hope that the boys would start spending time on the beaches, and get tanned, muscled, and maybe take up surfing and dating. It was the hope only a parent could have; the chance of anything like that happening was less than the chance of a major blizzard in Honolulu in August. With great fanfare, the boys packed up the old Ford Taurus Brandon had gotten from an aunt, said goodbye to their parents, and hit the road. Seven weary hours later, they arrived on campus, ready to start their new life as adult college men. Housing turned out to be a much more significant problem than they'd expected. While freshmen and sophomores had once been required to live on campus, a new state law designed to equalize opportunities for minority students had caused an explosion in the student population. Housing was in short supply, even after the sophomore rule was lifted. Expecting this, the campus had taken some drastic emergency actions over the course of the summer. And so, Brandon and Rob trudged along Palm Walk, traversing campus from the housing office to their new residence. "It doesn't look like much," Rob said warily as they approached the old gymnasium. Brandon, ever the optimist, shrugged off his friend's worries. "I'm sure they've done a great job on the inside. Remember the dean said they made individual rooms for us." Rob wasn't convinced. As they neared the old gym building, his fears magnified. The building had been slated for destruction. Then, with a shortage of space and funds, it had been spared that fate, so that the inside could be transformed into dozens of cubicle-like dorm rooms in a desperate attempt to handle the overpopulation. Inside, they dodged a bucket, half full of rainwater in a testament to the building's decrepit condition. Former offices had been turned into rooms. Bleachers had been removed, and thin walls hastily erected to make a maze of rooms. Rob looked around their assigned room and groaned. "I told you this wasn't going to be that great." Of the two, Rob was easily the more pessimistic. Brandon shook his head, smiling. "Oh, no. We'll get up our pictures, and set up our computer. It'll be great. Just wait and see." Rob glanced around the room again. His heart sank when he noted that the bunk bed was three high. "And we've got another roommate, too." Brandon glanced at the bed, and then smiled. "Great. I hope he plays chess." Despite Rob's sense of hopelessness, the room actually did come together rather well - all things considered. They were just about done unpacking when a knock sounded on the door casing. "Are you two assigned here as well?" The voice from the doorway sounded foreign. Rob looked at the door. He saw an impeccably dressed young man standing in the doorway, alternating his gaze from Rob and Brandon, to the empty bunk, to the number on the door, and then to a slip of paper in his hand. Then he repeated the cycle. "I'm Rob. I guess we're your roommates." The boy adjusted his wire-rim glasses and smiled. "Splendid," he said with a smile. "Bertram Smythe." He reached out into the hallway and slid in a suitcase. "Which bunk is mine?" Rob glanced at Brandon, then back at Bertram. "I guess you can take the top one if you like." Bertram smiled. "By the way, my friends call me Bertie. Or Bert." He surveyed the room again, and his eyes lit up at the sight of the computer in the corner. "By chance do you have the new GeForce 2 chipset in that?" he asked hopefully. This time, it was Brandon who glanced at Rob, and it was an I- told-you-so look. "It's a dual-processor system, with half a gig of memory, and running the GeForce graphics. Over ninety gig of hard disk, a CD-ROM burner, and a DVD player." Bert smiled. "This could be a truly stunning term," he said, clearly glad to have met Brandon and Rob. "The only thing that could be better is if one of you chaps liked to play chess." *** Each dorm had a dorm council; it was no different with the old gym. Rob was selected by their 'wing', which was the third row of rooms in the cavernous gym. The wing began to refer to themselves informally as Cellblock 3, since the entire arrangement seemed more suited to a prison than to a college. Still, each boy had a bed, a wardrobe closet, and a desk, and each room had its own light and false ceiling. The communal bathroom and shower were less than optimal, but it would have to do. It didn't take Rob long to realize that the administration, possibly at the urging of the ROTC and athletic departments, had concentrated the jocks and ROTC in the existing dorms; that left Gym Hall filled mostly with academic types. Rob began to get to know some of them on the dorm council. Fred was a sixteen year old computer genius who'd finished school two years early. It would have been more, but his father wouldn't let him graduate any quicker. As a result, Fred had been bored, and got a reputation as a prankster in his high school. And as he described some of the stunts he'd pulled, the other boys sat mesmerized; they realized they were in the presence of a master. Arnold, on the other hand, was a very shy, contemplative lad. His talents had gone unrecognized in the small town school he attended; it wasn't until he took the SATs that anyone realized he was incredibly gifted. And then there was Chuck. Chuck defied the stereotypes of the rest of the dorm. Chuck had served two terms in the navy, as a soundman in a ballistic missile submarine. Around electronics, Chuck was right at home. Compared to Chuck, Rob and Brandon realized they were amateurs. With such an assortment of gifted students, it didn't take long for the rest of the college to being picking on the new dorm and its occupants. One morning, the boys arose to find "Nerd Hall" spray-painted over the door of the gym. Girls avoided invitations to the old gym like the plague. Socially, it was a leper colony. One evening, as they surfed the net, Brandon turned to Rob. "You know, I think we ought to pledge a fraternity." Rob halted in mid keystroke. "Why?" "Women," Brandon replied simply. "Women?" "Women." Brandon sat back. "Have you noticed that none of the guys in the dorm have dated? You know why? Because the rest of them think we're a bunch of nerds." Rob sighed. "Aren't we?" Brandon smiled. "Touche'. Yeah, I guess we are." He leaned forward again in anticipation. "But just think - if we got in a really good frat, then we wouldn't be nerds anymore. And that would mean we could meet women." Rob sat and thought for a moment. "But some of the fraternities are pretty exclusive," he said cautiously. "How are we going to get in?" *** Rob had proven to be right. Of the six rush parties they'd gone to, Rob and Brandon had been shuffled to one side almost immediately. While other young men were seriously courted as potential pledges, Rob and Brandon were barely spoken to. Then they came to the Alpha Sigma Sigma rush party. Rob was pessimistic as usual, but things seemed different. They'd been talked to, like they were real candidates. They were told of the benefits of being in their fraternity, and told of the social schedule, which included lots of parties. It was almost like the Alphas wanted Rob and Brandon to join. Still, Rob was unconvinced. Later that night, he lay awake, trying to figure out what bothered him. "You know, Brandon, it doesn't seem right." Brandon peered over his bunk above Rob. "What?" "The Alphas. I mean, they're the first house to talk to us." Brandon grinned. "Yeah, isn't it great? And they invited us to their next party, too. You know, Rob, this could be a major turning point in our lives." Rob sighed. "Something just doesn't seem right," he repeated. Above Brandon, Bert chimed in. "I have to agree with Rob, Brandon. In the few weeks we've been here, I've come to the conclusion that the Alphas are among the most obnoxious groups on the campus." Brandon wasn't about to be dissuaded. "All we have to do is get dates for the dance next Friday night." He spoke as if it would be a trivial task. *** Friday morning, Brandon and Rob strode quietly out of the physics building. "Any luck?" Rob asked. Brandon shook his head. "No." They walked in silence for another few steps. "I don't get it," Brandon finally said in frustration. "This is only the most exclusive party the Alphas give, and we can't get dates." Rob nodded. "Yeah, but we're nerds, remember?" "Hey guys," a voice called from behind them. Rob and Brandon turned simultaneously to see one of the Alphas running to catch up to them. "Glad I caught you," he said between breaths. "Hi, Dave," Rob said without enthusiasm. "Gonna be a great party tonight," Dave said with a grin. "You guys got dates lined up?" Brandon shook his head. "No, we haven't had any luck." Dave's face fell. "Oh, man, that's too bad. You have to have a date, you know." He seemed to be in sympathy with the two boys. "You try the Tri-Deltas?" Also known as the "Triple Nipples," the Tri Delta sorority was known as being quite friendly and very outgoing. Rob nodded slowly. "No luck." Dave looked surprised. Someone could strike out with the Tri Delts? That was unheard of. Then he looked thoughtful for a moment. "Say, you guys heard of the water park? It's mostly for girls, and some of the guys say it's a great place to pick up dates." Brandon's eyes lit up. "No, I hadn't heard of it. You think we'll have luck there?" Dave grinned broadly. "I guarantee you two will come away with a couple of hot babes." He rummaged around in his pocket and fished out his wallet. He pulled out a pair of faded, worn tickets. "Since I started going steady with Leslie, I guess I don't need these any more. Why don't you guys take them and go pick up some dates for tonight?" Brandon took the tickets like they were made of gold. "Wow, thanks man," he said eagerly. "You're a lifesaver." Dave shook his head. "No problem, guys. You can return the favor sometime." *** "Look, we need to find dates, right?" Brandon stood by Rob, outside the gate of Bikini Beach. It was early afternoon, and the early autumn sun was still warm. Something made Rob nervous, although he couldn't explain it. "I don't know..." Brandon watched as another pair of shapely women walked into the park. "Look, from what we've seen going in, this place should have a ton of good looking girls. And if we get good dates, maybe we'll even get lucky, huh?" Rob let the last argument persuade him; reluctantly, he walked with Brandon up to the ticket gate. "May I help you?" a polite girl in the booth asked them. Brandon smiled, while Rob looked down from shyness. "Yes, we were given a pair of tickets, and we'd like to go in the park." The girl glanced at the tickets that Brandon was holding, and then smiled. "Technically, they aren't tickets. This is a private park, open to members and guests only. And a limited number of guest passes such as you hold. Those are one-day passes. Just swipe them in the turnstile, go in the locker room, and change. And remember to shower before you leave the locker room." *** "Hey Brandon," Rob called from the shower. He cleared his throat; it sounded a bit squeaky. "You almost ready?" Brandon didn't answer. Rob pulled back the curtain of his shower and glanced around; it wasn't like Brandon not to answer. And Rob's jaw dropped. Standing in the middle of the locker room, a shocked expression on his face, stood Brandon. Or what had been Brandon. "What's happening to me?" came the soft voice to Rob. Rob stared hard. It was a girl. And not just any girl, but a very well endowed blond girl standing topless. But what was more striking was that Brandon's facial features still remained; Rob knew with sickening certainty that this girl had been Brandon until only a few moments ago. "What the hell..." He stopped; his voice sounded ... higher? Rob glanced down, and nearly screamed as he saw orbs pushing out from his chest, slowly inflating into tits. He glanced back at Brandon, and saw the last masculine features fade from the now- lovely face. "Brandon, what's happening to us?" Brandon stared down at his massive boobs, then back at Rob. "I don't know," he wailed in a sultry feminine voice. "But you're changing, too." Rob glanced down, and knew that Brandon was right. He felt the tug on his shoulders increasing, and knew that he had large and still-growing breasts on his chest. He knew, with sickening certainty, that his swimsuit bottom was as flat as Brandon's, and that his entire body was being resculpted. "This is like a polymorph spell," Rob said softly, using a D&D reference. A few minutes later, the changes were all over. Brandon and Rob were gone, replaced with two extremely well endowed blond girls. And it was worse; both felt a strange and compelling urge, although to do what, they didn't know. Before they could decide what to do, the locker room door opened and a pair of sorority girls came boldly in. "Hi, girls," they said with an air of knowledge. Rob and Brandon both knew that these girls were aware of their change. "Why don't you come with us and get ready for the party?" "I don't want to," Brandon stammered. In his soft alto, it sounded seductive, even though he was trying to be firm. One of the girls smiled. "But you will come with us, won't you." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Rob nodded slowly, his mind fighting against the strange power these girls seemed to have over him. "Of course you will. You know why?" one girl mocked with her question. "Because there will be lots of boys at the party." At the word boys, Rob felt a very powerful sensation - between his legs. He knew now what the strange compulsion was. It was sexual need. This body was horny. Almost uncontrollably so. And so Rob and Brandon allowed the girls to help them put on bikini tops, then followed them out of Bikini Beach to their waiting car. Moments later, the two were at the Alpha Sigma Sigma house, clad only in skimpy bikinis. Dave walked up to Brandon and Rob, and then smiled at the girls. "Good job," he said with a smile to the ladies. "Well, Rob, Brandon, you ready to party?" Rob felt a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, even as he tried to fight the rising needs of this body. They'd been set up. Dave had knowingly sent them to Bikini Beach. And now - he could only imagine what awaited them. *** Brandon was walking stiffly, sore. She, for he was still trapped in the ultra-slut body from Bikini Beach, hurt in places Brandon had never imagined. Clad in only their skimpy bikinis, covered with sexual fluids, the two erstwhile boys walked painfully back toward their gym dorm. They'd been done by the entire fraternity. Multiply. In ways that neither could have possibly imagined. They'd been used and abused and totally humiliated, and then the fraternity guys unceremoniously tossed them out of the house, to walk back to their dorm. Neither boy spoke to the other; each was alone in their misery and embarrassment. Finally, Brandon noticed something. "I think we're changing back," he said hopefully. Rob stopped, staring at Brandon in the dim light of the street lamp, and then he nodded. "Yeah, I think so." He grabbed Brandon's arm. "Let's get out of sight." The pair ducked into an alleyway, and crouched behind a dumpster. With agonizing slowness, the two boys changed back into their original forms. Finally, the changes were done. "We were set up," Rob said simply as they continued their hike. "Yup," Brandon said glumly. "And the car is miles away at the park." "You going to tell anyone?" Brandon shook his head. "Nope. You?" "Nope. Besides, you think anyone would believe us?" The continued to march along glumly, until they arrived at the dorm. They crept as quietly as possible into their room, hoping that Bert would be asleep. He wasn't. "Good party?" he asked cheerfully. Rob glanced at Brandon, and then shook his head. "Nope." *** "Hey, Brandon." Brandon turned to see who was calling his name; it was one of the Alphas. "You look a little different today." The guy laughed. Another of the Alphas joined in. "Yeah. You looked a lot better last night." Brandon put his head down and marched into the computer lab, away from the jeering and taunts. His cheeks burned from the humiliation. It didn't get any better back at the dorm; someone had sneaked in and plastered the hallways and restroom with 8x10 color pictures of the girls in varied acts of sex. Brandon slunk back to his room. To his dismay, the door bore a painted message: "Get a lifetime membership." As Brandon opened the door, Bert came around the corner. "What's all this, then?" he asked, pointing to the message. Brandon shook his head. "I don't know," he lied. He wasn't ready to share this sordid chapter of his life - with anyone. *** His resolve to keep this deep dark secret didn't last. Later, some of the other guys came to their room. They'd wondered about the sudden sharp increase in taunting, the pictures, and the message on the door. Bert spoke for the group. "So what really happened?" he asked. The room, tiny as it was, seemed tinier with the six guys in it. Rob lay on his bunk, staring at the bottom of Brandon's bunk. Brandon and Bert sat in their desk chairs, and Chuck sprawled in the third one. Fred squatted on floor, his legs crossed Indian style, while Arnold leaned against Rob's desk. It was an informal council of friends. "Yeah, Brandon," Arnold chimed in. "What gives? Brandon clenched his jaw. "Nothing." He turned back to his desk, trying to bury his thoughts in his physics text. Chuck shook his head. "Look, we've noticed things are goofy today. And it all started when you were getting ready for that party last night. Something's up." Rob didn't move his gaze. "It's nothing. Just leave it." Arnold narrowed his eyes. "I don't get it. You guys are acting like something really bad happened. From what I've seen of the pictures, the only way I'd consider it bad is if _I_ had been one of those girls getting dorked so much." He chuckled, and then he saw Brandon's face reddening. The laugh died in Arnold's throat. Chuck, too, had noticed. "There's some connection here," he said slowly. "All these pictures, you guys acting like something bad happened." Rob turned toward Chuck. "They sent us to a magic park and turned us into girls. The girls in the pictures. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?" His voice was laced with bitterness and venom. Chuck stared in disbelief, alternating his gaze from Brandon, who had buried his beet-red face in his hands, to Rob, who had resumed staring at Brandon's bunk. Finally, he broke the awkward silence. "You're kidding, right?" Fred interrupted him. "I don't think so, Chuck," he said softly. "It'd have to be like a sixteenth level mage with a polymorph spell, right?" He glanced at Arnold. "I've heard of magic. Real magic. Not the stage illusions, but real magic." He looked toward Bert, then Brandon, his eyes lighted as if by a strange energy. "Most people don't believe, but there's lots of cases of really strange things happening that science can't explain." Chuck shook his head. "Man, you're getting too weird for me." Arnold cut him off. "No, Fred's right. There are some people who can do things we can't explain." Bert glanced over at Brandon. "So how did this magic work? Did someone cast a spell on you or something?" Rob sighed. "No, we just went into the locker room and took a shower. And then, somehow, we changed." Fred looked thoughtful, and then he stood abruptly. "Just a sec, guys." He left the room at a fast trot, and within moments, was back with a thick, dark book, which he'd already opened and was perusing. He plopped back on the floor, hunched over the book as he frantically flipped through pages. Rob levered himself to one side and glanced down at Fred. The others were slowly congregating around him, glancing over his shoulder at the old tome. "Ah, here it is!" Fred exclaimed with growing excitement. He pored over a section of one particular page. "Yeah, it was probably the shower." "What are you talking about?" Chuck finally sputtered. "And what the hell is that book?" Fred glanced down, feeling a bit embarrassed, which made his boyish face seem even younger. "It's a book about magic, from the Egyptian priests to modern times, including Druids and such." He found himself feeling quite defensive. "It's a reference to their practices and magic use and stuff." Rob snorted. "And you believe that?" Chuck glanced at the book, then back at Rob. "Have you got any other explanation?" Rob flushed and shut his mouth. "According to this, a lot of spells could use a medium to hold them, ready for use, until they were activated. That's where the whole idea of potions came from." Fred looked up, feeling a bit proud of himself. "So it was probably the water in the showers." "But we didn't drink any!" Rob protested. "At least I didn't!" Fred looked up, beaming. "According to this, you didn't have to drink it. It could be activated by simple skin contact." Rob leaned back on his elbow, his face impassive. "So now what?" The guys glanced around the room at each other, realizing that Rob had asked the perfect question. Brandon glanced up at the ceiling for a few long seconds, although no-one noticed. Finally, he looked back down. "Gentlemen, we need to check this place out and find out what it can do." *** Chuck put down his binoculars and made one final mark on a piece of paper. In the rear seat, Arnold was doing exactly the same. And so was Brandon, sitting behind the steering wheel. They were parked across the road from Bikini Beach, and for the entire day, they'd been keeping careful watch. "Okay, what have you got?" Brandon asked. Chuck glanced at his sheet. Six thousand, four hundred twelve women admitted, and one hundred thirty-seven men. Six thousand five hundred forty-nine women exited, and no men." Arnold glanced at his sheet. "Same thing I got." Brandon nodded. "Me, too." Chuck dropped his paper, his eyes tired from the day's watching. "I guess it's real." "Yup," Arnold agreed, although his voice had a strange enthusiasm, as if he found the existence of magic exciting. "Now what?" The 'what' turned out to be another carefully measured experiment. One of the guys, selected by random draw from Bert, Chuck, Arnold, and Fred (since Rob and Brandon had already experienced the change), purchased a guest pass the next morning. Brandon and Arnold sat in the car, watching girl after girl exit the park, wondering how they would know when Bert finally came out. And they realized that they might not know. She - if there was a magic change - would have to find them. The guys were very impatient by mid-afternoon, when Bert finally emerged from the water park. She walked daintily across the asphalt, her sandals slapping between the asphalt and her small feet. If she hadn't come to the car, they wouldn't have recognized her. "Hi, guys," she said cheerfully, as if nothing was wrong. "That is a really smashing park, you know?" "Bert?" Arnold asked, incredulous. "Is it really you?" Bert smiled; his body was that of an attractive co-ed, and she resembled Bert not at all. "Yes, I'm still in here." Brandon frowned; he and Arnold had sat in the car for most of the day. "So what took so long?" he demanded as Bert slid her attractive body into the back seat. Bert shrugged. "You don't expect me to go into a water park and not check out the rides, do you?" Brandon shook his head in disbelief, then started the car and put it into gear. As they pulled onto the main road, he glanced in the mirror. Bert was nonchalantly combing out his long wet hair, as if he'd done it all his life. *** "Okay, guys," Brandon said to the assembled gang, and then he glanced at Bert, sitting in loose-fitting jogging clothes to hide his changed body, "and girl." The others giggled a bit, and Bert's cheeks reddened. "I'm getting a plan to get back at those Alpha bastards. So here's what we've got to do. First, we have to confirm that it's the water. And then?" He turned to Fred, who sat at one desk poring over his book. Fred glanced at the book. "Then we have to find out if it's tied to one place, or if it can be transported." Chuck looked quizzically at Fred. "Tied to one place?" Fred nodded. "Sometimes, magic was reported to be tightly tied to a location. So we have to find out." "By taking a sample of water out of the park and seeing if it still works, right?" Fred grinned an acknowledgement. "Right." Rob nodded his agreement. "I hope it isn't tied to the park. I think the entire Alpha frat knows about the magic, and I don't think there's any way we could ever get them to go in." Brandon nodded. "I think you're right. So the first experiment is the most critical." Bert decided it was time to interject a thought. "You guys said you were quite aroused after your change, right?" She waited for Rob and Brandon to confirm that. Arnold scooted closer to Bert, putting an arm around her feminine shoulders. "Are you trying to give me a hint?" he said hopefully. Bert gave Arnold a sharp elbow in the ribs, which doubled Arnold over. "Watch your hands," she said harshly. "It's still me inside here." She turned back to Brandon. "I'm not feeling any of the, uh, compulsion you said you had." Brandon stared at Bert. "And your knockers are a lot smaller, too." He glanced back to Fred. "Well?" Fred knew that all eyes were on him. "There are probably some aspects of the change that can be controlled, or at least specified." Rob nodded his agreement. "Okay, Brandon. What's the plan?" Brandon thought for a moment. "Here's what we have to do." *** It was Chuck's turn to change next - to get the sample of water for the experiment. She emerged as a statuesque woman in her mid- twenties --attractive but not movie-star quality. And she carried the coveted wineskin full of water from the shower. While Chuck was changing, Rob talked to the girl at the gate. She seemed nice - Vicky was her name, and she was a student at the university - and was more than helpful once Rob let on that he knew the secret and had been changed once himself. He offered to take her for ice cream after she got off work. To perhaps everyone's surprise, she accepted. Back at the dorm, Fred stood among the guys - and Chuck - and poured some of the water into a glass. He steeled himself, gulped nervously, and then took a large swallow. "Well?" Brandon asked anxiously almost as soon as Fred finished swallowing. "Well what?" Fred responded as he set the glass down. "It took time for you, right?" The last word squeaked, emerging in a higher pitch. Fred glanced around, and saw the guys staring open- mouthed at him. "What?" His voice was definitely different; it sounded softer and much higher pitched. Chuck had seen the changes take place on himself; now, as he watched Fred's body morphing, he stood transfixed by the process. Like water flowing, Fred's hair lengthened visibly, growing more full, lighter, and much longer in a slow steady process. At the same time, Fred's shirt started to get tight as mounds began to appear - tiny at first, but growing and swelling and becoming much more round. Almost imperceptibly, he began to shrink, growing shorter and shorter. Fred's hips widened a little; he was only sixteen, and the female equivalent wouldn't have as round a butt nor as wide of hips as Chuck currently possessed. Still, the change was obvious. Like the narrowing of Fred's waist. Fingers, hands, arms, legs - they all changed smoothly and slowly as his flesh rearranged itself in response to the magic in the water. Even his clothing was caught up in the spell; his T-shirt flowed in a shimmering fluid motion until it was a halter top, gently cradling Fred's new perky breasts. His shorts got shorter, widening to accommodate his rounder butt, and flattening in front as his male organ vanished inside his body. Within three minutes, Fred was a girl, completely and totally. "Wow!" Arnold said softly as he stared at the newly formed girl. Brandon shook his head in disbelief. Even though he'd experienced it himself, he found it amazing to watch Fred transform. "Wow is right. Fred? How does it feel in there?" Fred was staring open-mouthed at her body, her hands cupping the breasts she now had. "This is incredible!" she said in a soft high voice. "I wouldn't have believed it!" Arnold got over his reverie at watching the change. "How about you?" he asked, hope springing eternal. "You want to try out that new bod?" Fred shot him a look that nearly withered Arnold. Had he been a couple of steps closer, Arnold would have gotten a knee in his groin. "Not likely, slime." Fred snarled in a voice that, despite the intent, sounded surprisingly sexy. *** "Okay, what did you learn?" Rob smiled. "She's a business major. She's working there to pay off a debt; apparently, she and a few friends sneaked in for a midnight swim, and then got caught." Chuck smacked Rob's arm. "About the park, dummy!" "Oh. Uh, you were right," he said to Fred. "You know, you're pretty cute as a girl," he said. Fred slapped his other arm. "Okay, okay. I get the message." He turned back to the group. "Most of the time, the old woman who runs the place just changes the guys into their female equivalent - the woman they'd have been if their DNA had a second X chromosome." "Most of the time?" Rob grinned. "She can control a lot. Age, hair color, body shape. Even the libido of the customer." Brandon grinned. "So how does that part work?" Rob shook his head. "I don't know." "I guess we'll have to do a little more experimenting until we find out then." Chuck glanced at Brandon. "So what's next? Turn someone into a busty slut?" Brandon visibly winced. "We're going to have to try it." *** Arnold was the unfortunate one who drew the straw for the next experiment. Like a man under a death sentence, he walked slowly to the ticket booth. His cheeks crimson with embarrassment, he made a very specific request, and took the pass the girl gave him. Slowly, he trudged to the gate, and then went into the park. A very short while later, a girl with unimaginably large boobs, covered by a T-shirt stretched to the breaking point, sauntered out of the gate. Her long platinum blond hair danced about her shoulders in time with the swaying of her wide hips. A clingy and very short skirt actually emphasized her hips, and drew a man's gaze to them like a magnet. Her waist, narrow as it was, accentuated the curves of her body, giving her a distinctly slutty appearance. She walked uneasily to the car and leaned over, resting her arms on the door. "Well, is this what you expected?" Her voice was high-pitched, almost bimboish. Brandon glanced at Fred, and then stared back into the deep cleavage of Arnold's new body. "Uh..." was all he could stammer. Arnold opened the door and slid in beside Fred. "How about we get out of here?" she said softly. Fred felt himself sweating as Arnold put her hand on his knee, and then moved it seductively up to Fred's thigh. She glanced at Fred, and circled her tongue around her lips. Then she grasped Fred's head and pushed it into her huge cleavage. "You like this?" she asked softly. Meanwhile, her hand had roamed, and she grinned. "From what I've found, I'd say that you do." Fred found himself on the horns of a dilemma. This was Arnold. And yet, it wasn't. Was it? Inside this sex-crazed bimbo, somewhere, was Arnold. And yet... He moaned softly as Arnold began to rub his firm manhood through his pants. Youthful hormones and desire overwhelmed any caution, and Fred grabbed at Arnold's huge tits with one hand while he plunged his other hand into her panties. *** "So, who wants to test the water?" Brandon asked quietly. Only five of the guys were gathered; Arnold was probably in her room masturbating again. Since she'd been changed, she'd done Fred, Bert, and two guys down the hall. And she'd been playing with herself almost non-stop. Naturally, there were no immediate volunteers for this crucial experiment. Not after they saw what it had done to Arnold. Brandon sighed. "Okay, here's what we'll do." He took five paper cups and poured the water into one of them. Then he poured plain tap water into the other four. "Okay, all of you turn your backs. I'm going to mix up the glasses. Then we'll each, in turn, mix them up. Then we each drink one." The guys agreed, and they took turns mixing up the glasses, until at last, not one of them had any idea which was spiked. Each took a glass. Nervously, they held them. "Cheers," Bert said fatalistically, and then poured the water down his throat. The others followed. It only took a few seconds; Brandon was the unfortunate one who'd gotten the spiked water. To his dismay, he felt his boobs swelling to immense proportions, while his hair flowed into long wavy blond tresses. His butt grew, while his waist narrowed. More importantly, his T-shirt transformed into a very low-cut halter- top, which dangled above his naked navel, held away from his waist by the enormous breasts. His pants flowed into a very short skirt, clinging tightly to his wide hips and baring most of his long sexy legs. "So how do you feel?" Chuck finally asked. Brandon stared down at her body, then at Chuck. Then she practically leaped upon Chuck, grasping his face and kissing him desperately while rubbing her massive melons against his chest. She broke off the kiss, letting one hand drop to Chuck's crotch. "Oh, please," she said in a sultry voice, "I need you!" She attacked Chuck's belt with vigor, anxious to free his manhood to satisfy her overwhelming needs. *** Arnold checked his shopping list, and then headed into the plumbing aisle. Some of the things on the list were rather obscure, and he had to get help from the staff, but he finally managed to secure everything required. Brandon and Bert sauntered through the computer store, pushing a shopping cart full of equipment. "Too bad the wireless bandwidth is so low. But I'm sure Chuck will overcome that little problem." Bert observed as they added another piece of gear to their cart. Chuck sat hunched over a bench in the electrical engineering lab. Beside him, a hot soldering iron smoked, filling the air with the smell of hot rosin. He adjusted the magnifying lamp, and then reached for the iron yet again. *** Fred sighed heavily, taking a deep breath to steady his frazzled nerves. Rob sighed as well. "I know how you feel." As one, they glanced past the ticket booth to the entrance. "This should be the last trip." Rob nodded slowly. "I know. But it's still weird." Together, the guys purchased their passes, trying not to blush as the specified the specific changes they wanted to the ticket attendant. Then they walked into the park, stopping to swipe their tickets. "So how does this work, do you suppose?" Rob asked, trying to make small talk as they prepared for the enormous changes they were going to undergo. Fred shrugged. "Probably the specifics are put on the pass, and when you go through the gate, it bonds them to you. Then the water does its thing." He stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind himself. "I'd guess if there's no specific pattern, it just does a simple gene change." His voice was getting higher through his explanation, even as he funneled some of the water off his upper body and into a collapsible jug. In the other booth, he knew that Rob was doing the same. Still... The two left the showers almost simultaneously, carrying their jugs of water - and their enormous jugs on their chests. "I'm glad this is the last trip," Rob said with audible relief - even though his voice made him sound like a totally brainless bimbo. "Yeah," Fred agreed. "And I'm so damned horny." She looked at Rob's luscious body, and then moved closer. "Do you suppose...?" Rob set her own jug down, and grabbed Fred's huge boob with one hand as she pulled Fred into a passionate kiss. "I can't wait either," she panted during a very brief break in the kiss. *** "Okay, are your watches synchronized?" Brandon glanced at his watch, then around the room. All the heads nodded their readiness. "Good. You know your jobs? Team 1?" Rob nodded solemnly. "All set." "Team 2?" Fred glanced at Bert, and then gave a thumbs up. "Team 3?" Brandon looked at Chuck, who nodded. "We're set. Team 4?" In answer, Arnold grinned broadly. Brandon glanced at his watch again. "Okay, the show starts at zero two hundred." *** Rob hugged the telephone pole tightly as a patrol car cruised silently beneath him. Only when it was safely around the corner did he exhale. Then he leaned back against the support of the lineman's belt. His hand reached up and switched on the tiny flashlight affixed to his hat, and then he reached to his belt and retrieved a small screwdriver. Within seconds, the junction box was open, revealing its secrets to the world. Rob grinned. This was going quite well. He found the phone wires, pulled out a tester, and then grinned as he began to rewire the circuits. Within minutes, he closed the junction box. Now he turned his attention to the small black box dangling from the junction box. Carefully, he taped it to the bottom of the junction box, taking care to make the new box as invisible as possible. Now, all he had to do was wait. Team 2, Bert and Fred, dropped as quietly as possible into the inky blackness of the Alpha house attic. Like Rob, they had flashlights on their hats; they now switched them on. The wavering beams of light danced around the joists and beams of the attic. Bert shucked off his backpack, then rummaged through it. He found what he was looking for; he handed the black box to Fred, who peered through the now-missing gable vent toward the alley. He smiled grimly, then took out some tools and fastened the box to a particular rafter. Next, he pulled another small box out and taped it to a joist. Bert, meanwhile, located an electrical junction box and removed its cover. He smiled to himself; though they were prepared for anything, the house was new enough to use wire nuts for connections. He quickly untwisted one of the wire nuts, added a slender wire to the bundle, and retied the nut. He repeated his action for the second wire. He glanced at Fred. Arnold, the sole member of team 4, glanced over the scripts yet again. They had to be absolutely perfect. He worried at times like this; the slightest slip might trigger a firewall or intrusion detection software. He glanced again at a second monitor; it remained idle. It wasn't time for him - not yet. Chuck tugged, towing the large tank of water through the crawl space. Overhead, he could hear the occasional footstep echoing on the floor. Still, it was late, and the chance of anyone detecting them was remote. Behind him, Brandon stopped and shone his flashlight on a paper, then around the beams. "Here," he hissed softly. "This is the kitchen." Fred saw LEDs on the black boxes twinkle; the power was connected. Now for the rest of the job. "Okay, let's get the cameras." He pulled out a small auger and began to quietly bore into the sheetrock ceiling hung from the joists below him. He felt the auger carefully; when he felt the right change in resistance, Fred stopped. He withdrew the auger and took out tiny white ferrule. He slipped it down, feeling a tiny click as it popped through the paper face of the sheetrock below. Behind the ferrule, he mounted another tiny gizmo. Then he fed a fiber-optic bundle into the ferrule, and attached the other end to a tiny box, which Bert had been wiring into the network hub they'd installed. Bert flipped a switch, and the tiny camera blinked a red LED. Fred nodded silently, and the duo moved on. Rob watched, and saw the box spring to life, indicated by an LED blinking. He smiled and began to descend the utility pole. Arnold saw an indicator flash on his second monitor. He turned his attention to the first monitor. His finger paused above the enter key, and after taking a deep breath, he pressed the key. Committed. Now it all depended on his script and his ability to direct the program now loosed into the computers in the Alpha house, and to link them to the waiting web site. Chuck was sweating, and not from heat. The crawlspace was cool, but they were in constant danger of being discovered, and the heat of the blowtorch couldn't be avoided. He checked the last connection, and then turned the torch on the new joint. The copper absorbed the heat quickly, and soon, the tin solder flowed into the joint, sealing it against leaks. Satisfied, he twisted the valve and the flame snapped off. "Okay, give it a test." In answer, Brandon turned on a valve. Chuck examined the new joint carefully, watching for leaks. He found none. "Good enough. Let's get out of here." Fred pulled the vent closed, then glanced through its slats. Satisfied that the LED was still blinking, he shinnied down the rope, paused to pull it free, and towed it away from the house and into the shrubs separating the Alpha property from the neighboring fraternity. *** The knock on the door awoke the Alpha men; after all, it was a Saturday, and they'd partied the night before. And they puzzled over the box the man left them; it had a return address from the national chapter. Dave rubbed his eyes and examined the letter. "I don't get it," he said over and over as he and the other Alphas examined the shipment of computer cameras. "But if national wants us to set up our computers with web cameras, I guess we do it." He examined one of the boxes carefully, and then dug out the contents, spilling the instructions on the floor. "Hey," he called irritably, "somebody get one of those computer geeks over here!" *** Around the campus, sounds of disbelief turned to ragged, then sustained cheering as e-mail messages were finally read. It was unbelievable; after all those years of being so snotty, the Alphas were going to hold an open party. *** "Okay, last time," Brandon said with a palpable sense of relief. "Only no bimbo settings." He turned back to the window and told the girl just what kind of passes the boys needed. It was still embarrassing, but it was now tolerable, given the plan that was rapidly coming to fruition. *** Dave was only slightly surprised when six very lovely girls showed up at the Alpha Sigma Sigma house on the night of the big party. Not only were they knockouts to look at, but they seemed a bit ditzy. Perfect bimbos to help serve at the party. Their little sister sorority had promised to send some girls to help serve as hostesses; he just hadn't expected what he was now staring at. He smiled, stole one last glance down the cleavage of one, and invited them in to the house. Brandon smiled to herself; as Brandy, she had the perfect cover to make sure the plan hatched well. Now, she was at the kitchen table, helping to mix the punch in an enormous punch bowl. Brandon glanced around, then reached under her skirt and retrieved a tiny remote. A quick button press caused the remote to display a flash of red. Beneath the house, a wireless receiver got a specific signal. It responded by causing a surge of electricity to course through a solenoid, which opened a latching valve. A tiny trickle of water from Bikini Beach mixed in the cold water from the Alpha house plumbing. Rob, passing herself off as Robbie, straightened up a pile of magazines, and smiled to herself as she spied the Playboy and Penthouse covers. She glanced around, and then removed a tiny box from her skirt. She depressed a button, and was rewarded with a slow blinking light. She reached up and carefully placed the box atop a bookshelf, watching carefully to see where it was pointed. Then she smiled to herself and continued to help 'clean' the house for the expected guests. *** Guests were starting to arrive, and Dave was getting upset. Some of the other frats were coming; just where had they gotten the idea that they were welcome at this party? He stood, blocking the door, arguing with one of the Omegas, when one of the hostesses came up to him. "I need a hand," Brandy whispered in his ear. Dave glanced down, straight into her cleavage, and gulped. "I've got to watch the door," he said. Brandy smiled, and then leaned up closer. "I really, really need some help. You see, I'm just getting so... horny!" She struggled to sound as sexy and seductive as possible. Dave felt his willy rising. He glanced at the guys standing on the porch, then back at the smiling blond with the huge tits. He turned to the guys on the porch. "You guys wait here. I'm going to... um... get something straightened out." He took Brandy's arm, and led her up the stairs. As he opened his door, she batted her eyes at him. "Have you ever done it in the shower?" she said, licking her lips. Dave needed no further urging. He turned and led her to the bathroom. Within seconds, he was stripped, and she was making a show of removing her clothing. With her panties on, and nothing else, she pushed him gently into the shower, following him and pulling the door shut. He turned on the water, then adjusted the showerhead to spray both of them as he leaned into the kiss he was about to give the lovely girl. Suddenly, Brandy started laughing. Dave straightened, and felt a bit disoriented. Something was wrong. He looked at the girl, and found himself staring straight into her eyes - somehow, he was shorter! And he saw long hair in his peripheral vision. He gasped, and Brandy laughed again. In answer to his unspoken question, she pushed the shower door open and tugged Dave to the mirror. A gasp died in his throat as he saw - he was turning into a bimbo! A big-titted, blond-haired bimbo! Just like... He started to curse. And then it hit him. The need. The uncontrollable, burning passion. He whimpered in a new, soft, sultry voice, his hands lifting to caress his large and still swelling tits. Brandy smiled as she began to put her own clothes back on. "Don't worry, honey. There are plenty of men downstairs, just waiting to satisfy a girl like you." *** By ones and twos, the Alphas were led into their traps. Most of them had some punch, lured by the hostesses who just wanted someone to taste it to see if it was okay. A little flash of cleavage, a wiggle of a butt, and the guys were more than willing to help. A couple of the guys, like Dave, had to be lured into the shower to meet their doom. But within an hour, each and every Alpha was metamorphosed into an incredibly horny, big-breasted blond nymphomaniac. As Brandy watched Dave struggling in a futile effort to pleasure herself, she finished adjusting her blouse, then reached into her skirt and pressed a button. Downstairs, hidden from view, a solenoid valve closed, and the water of Alpha house ran pure once more. In the kitchen, Rob and Bert dumped the spiked punch, then hastily made a new batch from pure water, this one generously laced with alcohol from the Alphas' liquor cabinet. Then they joined the other four in the foyer. Brandon glanced at Rob, who glanced in turn around the whimpering bimbos. They nodded to each other, and then opened the door, letting all the other fraternity guys into the Alpha house for a party they would never forget. *** Back in Nerd Hall, Arnold sat down in front of her computer and typed in a few commands. For the next few hours, all the webcams and cameras they'd installed in the Alpha house would be viewed quite heavily. The hit counter started to rise, slowly at first, then with increasing speed as the site and its raw sexual content were discovered around the world. Arnold glanced at one of the windows; Dave, now a big-titted ultra nympho, was getting dorked by one guy while her head bobbed in the lap of another. Arnold checked again, and smiled as she confirmed that the VCRs were all running smoothly. She wandered back to Brandon's room, grinning all the way and surprising some of the male residents who didn't expect to see such girls in this dorm. Inside, she gave a thumbs up. "Cameras all working?" Arnold smiled. "And the VCRs." She nudged Fred. "That was a great idea to get them to install the webcams for us." Fred grinned and shrugged. "Might as well let them do the dirty work." She took a sip of soda. "Between the fixed cameras, the webcams, and the portables, we've got just about every room in the house covered." "And the ceiling cameras?" Fred shrugged again. "We've got about as much directional control as I wanted. I wish the cameras had zoom, though. Still, they're getting great pictures." Arnold couldn't help smiling. "Not only do we have good live video, but we're getting some great still pictures, too. And it's all on tape." He reached over and pressed a key, which opened a new window on the monitor. Displayed in very good resolution and full color was an image from one of the cameras. In this case, it happened to have some rather steamy group action. Arnold pressed another key, and the printer in the corner started to hum. "Presto - instant entertainment." "But how long will the cameras stay hidden?" Bert asked, concerned about the ramifications when their little toys were discovered. Chuck shrugged, ignoring the sensation of her boobs bouncing with the motion. After all that they'd done to get ready for this night, it might have been that she was getting used to it. It could also have been that she was savoring the moment too much to pay attention to a little thing like bouncing boobs. "Well, we know they're going to find the portables. Not that it'll do them any good; I doubt anyone in _that_ frat is smart enough to realize they're wireless, let alone search for the relay." Fred smiled. "But they'll never find the fixed cameras. With the fiber-optics, the holes are so small that I'd be surprised if they find them before the house is torn down." Chuck couldn't help grinning. "And the proceeds from the Alpha's little sex show are going to a good cause. The city shelter for abused women needs the help. Thanks to Arnold, the shelter won't be able to trace the contributions back to the porn site. Somehow, I think if they knew how they got the money, they wouldn't want it." She held up her hand, and got high fives all around. Then she got a silly grin on her face. "I guess the Alpha Sigma Sigma house is more like the Piece of ASS house tonight." The bad pun brought groans from the assembled girls. Rob grinned without taking his eyes from the monitor. "It's worth having to be in these bodies for another few hours, just so we can watch the Alphas." Arnold got a far-off look for a moment. "What's the range on the transmitter for the valve?" Chuck's eyes widened, then she grinned, instantly realizing what Arnold was thinking. "I can always put a power amp on it if needed. You thinking what I'm thinking?" Arnold grinned. "As long as there's some water left in the injector tank..." The rest of the gang started laughing. "Whenever we want, we can change an Alpha or two into some nightly entertainment." After the laughter died down, Brandon sat back, taking a big sip of her cola. "Guys... er, girls, we've done it." She hoisted her cola. "Here's to revenge." She turned back to the monitor, smiling as she saw another of the Alphas begging for attention from one of the visiting frat boys. *** The old woman sauntered back into the office, her face looking a little more tanned. Anya turned her head from the books and smiled. "So how was the trade show?" she asked. The old woman smiled. "Good show this year. And how were things around here?" Anya gulped, and knew that her grandmother had sensed her hesitation. "Not a lot, really." The old woman looked surprised. "Oh? Not even the guys using the water from the park to get revenge on the Alpha fraternity?" Anya gulped again. "Well, yeah. That happened." The old woman looked impassive. "And you didn't detect it?" Anya looked down; she'd been caught. "Actually, you did. And you let it happen anyway, right?" Anya nodded slowly. "Those guys have been using the park for their nefarious deeds for quite a while now. I just thought it was time for someone to get a bit of revenge on them." The old woman smiled. "So did I. And you know that the nerds are giving the money to a good charity. So I guess, all's well in the end." FIN

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Bikini Beach is the creation of Elrod W, who has kindly let me visit and helped with editing this tale. May the Maker smile upon him! Bikini Beach: Same Old Story By Anne-Mal Hello. My name is Tina, or at least that is what I like to call myself. You see I was born male, but always wished to be treated as if I was female. So while my real name is male, please just think of me as Tina! One of my passions is dressing up as a woman. I have thought about undergoing the various...

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Bikini Beach Friends with Benefits

Bikini Beach: Friends with Benefits By: Light Clark Synopsis: Andy seems like the kind of guy that has it all, rich parents, good looks, and smarts. However, in spite of all that, he leads a double life while hoping to find a special friend who might be willing to share in it. A heavy sigh slid out of my lips as I plunked down at one of the round, common area tables with my lunch tray in hand. It wasn't because of the low-quality, lukewarm meal. I wasn't picky. Nor was it...

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Bikini Beach Another Mans Shower Part 1

I wrote this story a long time ago and held off trying to post it. If I can find where I put my old notebooks I think I have at least one more chapter of it hand-written somewhere. Anyway, the idea was somewhat inspired by Ellie Dauber's story, Bikini Beach: The Novitiates. I wanted to explore what might happen if someone was changed into someone else's female alter ego at Bikini Beach and what might happen both to them and the rest of the world as a result. I want to thank Elrod W...

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Bikini Beach The Band

Bikini Beach - The Band ElrodW A high school garage band isn't doing very well at getting opportunities to perform. Some of the band members think they'd go further if they could replace the female lead vocalist who moved away. The problem is where to find such a singer. Then one of them decides to see if he can find a girl to recruit at Bikini Beach... ********** Bikini Beach: The Band This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative...

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Bikini Beach The Sub

Bikini Beach - The Sub ElrodW Synopsis: A young man is dropping his sister and her friends off at Bikini Beach, and overhears a problem with lifeguard staff. Anya realize he might be able to help, but he doesn't know what he's getting himself into. This story and the Bikini Beach story theme are copyright, all rights reserved. Use of the characters or them without the express permission of the owner is a violation of copyright...

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Bikini Beach The Family Outing

Copyright by the author. All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced without the express permission of the author. Bikini Beach: The Family Outing By Elrod W "This one doesn't look good, either." Mike Harwin slid his key into the ignition as he slammed the car door. He glanced over the seat. "Sorry kids, but this doesn't look like a very nice beach." There was an immediate cry of protest from little Jimmy and his older sister Nichole, seated in the back of the sedan....

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Bikini Beach Initiation Rites

*********************************************************** This is the second in my Bikini Beach series. The good news is there are at least 5 more such stories in my head. The really good news is that I'm writing easily again :) Enjoy. And please comment... ********************************************************** Bikini Beach: Initiation Rites by Elrod W Allen sighed as he drove slowly away from the beach. No luck - in fact, he'd almost had his face smashed by a few...

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Bikini Beach The Regatta

Bikini Beach: The Regatta Synopsis: A few friends are looking for sponsors for their sailboat in the big annual regatta, but no one wants to help out. One of the guys overhears a conversation about 'diversity' in sponsorships, and he gets an idea. [email protected] ********************************************************************** Bikini Beach: The Regatta by ElrodW Tim flinched visibly as he heard Mike give the number. "That much for the entry fee?"...

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Bikini Beach Wandering Eyes

Bikini Beach: Wandering Eyes By Elrodw An active volcano would not have fumed so much as Brenda. It always got to her. At first, she'd considered that she was just being jealous, that her husband's roving eye bothered her because she felt threatened by other women. But now, after several months, she was certain that it wasn't because he was jealous - it was because Dennis' ogling really bothered her. She slapped him lightly. "Stop that," she hissed. Dennis turned his gaze back...

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Bikini Beach The Gift Certificate

Bikini Beach: The Gift Certificate Elrod W Something strange was going on, Rick knew. That new water park, Bikini Beach, was a tremendous success; everyone was talking about how great it was. Yet something - some little quirk - tugged at the back of Rick's mind. The park was advertised as a haven for young ladies. So why weren't there hordes of guys going there - to pick up the babes? Perhaps other guys weren't paying attention to the little details, but Rick was. And that was...

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Bikini Beach Dear Jenny

Bikini Beach - Dear Jenny ElrodW Melinda and Jenny have a fling during Melinda's temporary job as a lifeguard. Jenny finds herself falling for Melinda. But Melinda's time is up, and Mitch has to go back to his life. What is Jenny going to do? Author's note: This story takes place after The Sub, but before Cousin Trouble. It is strongly suggested that you read Bikini Beach: The Sub first. This story and the Bikini Beach characters and universe are copyrighted by the author,...

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Bikini Beach A Day At The Beach

Bikini Beach: A Day At The Beach By Paul Jutras Pat and his friends Louis, Paul and Steve arrived at Bikini Beach and were given a change receipt before they entered the beach shower area. Before they were allowed in they were forced to answer questions on their favorite color and what they thought the perfect woman would look like. "Enjoy your stay at Bikini Beach." Josie laughed as she watched the shower doors close. She knew first hand what it meant to enter those...

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Bikini Beach Teaching Sally

Bikini Beach - Teaching Sally By Ellie Dauber Copyright 2000 Author's Note: When I wrote "Swim Date", I got several comments about how rotten I was to Sally, the young transformee that Paula met briefly on Sunday. It wasn't right, the comments said, for the Old Woman to take her memories away. Here's the whole story of Sally's transformation. Judge again, now that you have all the facts. * * * * * * * * * * * * "There's some cops out here to see you, Mitch,...

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Bikini Beach Child Star

Thanks to Elrod for building Bikini Beach and letting us play there, and to him and Radioactive Loner for the encouraging words and the great patience shown in editing my draft. Many thanks also to Tiana Red Wolf for the Spanish translation that appears in this story (and to the others who offered to help). Tiana, your translation came through without a hitch. Thanks again. Speaking of which, any Spanish-speaking readers might want to skip over the short Spanish...

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Bikini Beach YuGiOh Style

I'm doing putting a different spin on Bikini Beach by using Yu-Gi-Oh characters. Wait and see what happens. I should probably say I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or the idea of Bikini Beach. This is not an official story in the Bikini Beach Universe. *** Yugi waited for the doorbell. He was taking T?a to the beach for a date. He was going to go to the new one called Bikini Beach. T?a finally arrived at Yugi's house. Yugi said goodbye to Yami. "So Yugi, are you ready for this?" T?a said "Yeah o...

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Bikini Beach The Purse Snatcher

Author's Note: This story got written while I was also working on the story, "Teaching Sally". I never meant it to be so long, but after I set up the initial situation, which involves a thirty-day pass, I had to do something to fill that time. I decided to try developing multiple story lines, sub-plots. So, this is an experiment. Let me know what you think. Negative constructive criticism ("I don't think you did X very well") is welcome. Suggestions on how to improve ("I...

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Bikini Beach Hey Hey Paula

Bikini Beach: Hey, Hey, Paula ElrodW A friend of Melinda's has some serious difficulties with women, mostly because he gets all tongue-tied and clumsy when he's around a girl he's attracted to. Jenny and Melinda think that a trip to Bikini Beach might help him find a different approach. ********** Bikini Beach: Hey, Hey, Paula This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial- NoDerivs...

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Bikini Beach Saving A Life

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...

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Bikini Beach Choices

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...

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Bikini Beach Self Sacrifice

1. The Penitent "You don't want to do that." The gunman's head jerked round, eyes flashing dangerously; had Brian misjudged things? Had he allowed his bravado to take him just a step too far? Would today be the day he drew his last breath? The boy could not have been more than nineteen; perhaps this had been a mistake; perhaps he was one of those in-between teenagers, where a mature view of the world had not quite caught up on the panic of being cast into it as an adult. He took...

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Bikini Beach The New Neighbor

Copyright by author of story. All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced without the permission of the author. Bikini Beach: The New Neighbor Elrod W Everything about Ronald Harris screamed of power - his clothes, his facial expression, his speech mannerisms, and his choices of words. And Ron Harris enjoyed his power. Particularly like now, when another of his plans was coming together. Even surrounded by construction workers and vehicles and equipment and noise,...

3 years ago
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Bikini Beach Customer Service

Bikini Beach: Customer Service Synopsis: As Anya takes over more duties at the Beach, she realizes that not all of the patrons are adapting well to the change. She decides that something needs to be done. [email protected] ********************************************************************** Bikini Beach: Customer Service The red Porsche, its license plate reading 'BAD BABE', screeched to a halt, the tires making a loud squawk on the asphalt. Whether it...

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Bikini Beach Boyfriends

Bikini Beach -Boyfriends ElrodW Despite the girls telling them no, the boys follow Natalya, Megan, and her friends to Bikini Beach to surprise them. Now the girls have to deal with an unexpected complication in their tween romances, and then the fallout of the boys having changed afterwards. ********** Bikini Beach -Boyfriends This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported...

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Bikini Beach Bimbo Petes Whore Wife

Pete wheezed, wiping sweat off of his forehead. It was such a terribly hot summer day. He had arrived nearly an hour ago, yet his wife had failed to show up. Pete always tried to have infinite patience with her but he was beginning to grow tired of waiting out in the roasting sun. Frustrated, he sat down at a nearby bench and stared outwards at the waves. It was no soon after he had taken his seat when he felt two hands slide around from each side of his head and cover up his eyes. "Guess who!"...

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Bikini Beach The Orphan

Bikini Beach: The Orphan Elrod W A young boy, feeling unwanted in a foster home, gets a free pass to Bikini Beach as a gift. Does it hold anything special for his life? ********** Bikini Beach: The Orphan This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. "Austin, wait out here while I talk to the tailor," the woman said sternly. Her expression matched her words; she expected...

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Bikini Beach Priorities

Bikini Beach: Priorities By Bashful "Johnny, would you come here a minute, I need to speak to you?" The voice belonged to John's grandmother who he had lived with since he was twelve years old. He was now twenty-three. "Damn it Grandma, I've asked you not to call me Johnny any more. My name is John," he said gruffly as he entered the living room. His grandmother was sitting in her rocker and she looked very old and weary. "Johnn...John, I got a call from Carole Thornton...

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Bikini Beach Desperate Times

Bikini Beach: Desperate Times, Desperate Measures Synopsis: Fred's life is coming apart, and in his desperation, he is gambling on a very extreme strategy. After a meeting with Anya at the park, however, he discovers a new, less final way to save what's important to him. [email protected] ********************************************************************** Bikini Beach: Desperate Times, Desperate Measures Most of you know me. You've seen me countless...

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Bikini Beach An Affair to Remember

Bikini Beach: An Affair to Remember ElrodW A man who's having an affair would love to leave his wife for his best friend and love. The problem is that the wife has the power to ruin him if he tries. He needs help - magic help of the kind that Bikini Beach specializes in. But the results aren't quite what he was thinking. *********************************************************************** Bikini Beach: An Affair to Remember This story is copyright by the author. It is...

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Bikini Beach Julies Dilemma

Bikini Beach: Julie's Dilemma This is the prize for my first story-writing contest, for Julie (who wrote the winning entry). Julie provided the idea, and I filled in the details. So she gets most of the credit for this one. Now whether this story bears any resemblance to reality is a question to ask Julie, not me. [email protected] ********************************************************** Bikini Beach: Julie's Dilemma By Elrodw Julie eased herself...

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Bikini Beach Midnight Swim

Bikini Beach: Midnight Swim By Elrod W Mark turned away from the ticket booth, his face a mix of disgust and disappointment. Slowly, he trudged across the hot asphalt toward the car. He opened the door, frowning. "Well?" Mark Wilson shook his head as he slid into the seat. "No dice. It's way to expensive." Bill Jennings leaned forward from the back seat. "It can't be that much," he protested. " Mark turned his head. "You want to give up beer for the next month?" Bill...

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Nerds

Nerds“Oh darn it” my wife said.What's the problem Jill? I ask the wife.“I have been playing this online game for a month and for some reason I do not get too many offers to play.” the wife said.My lovely wife, mid 30’s, brunette and carrying an extra 20 pounds on her just started playing these online fantasy games. I used to play them years ago but they do have a tendency to take up a lot of your time so I quit. Besides it was getting a little too nerdy for me.I went over to look at what game...

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Bikini Beach One Summers Day

BIKINI BEACH: One Summer's Day By- G.K.S Chapter 1- One Summer Afternoon My parents were yelling again. I didn't know whether I wanted to go up and check to see what was going on. No doubt my Dad was being emotionally abusive to my mother. The last time they got in an argument, he smashed her hand in a door on 'accident'. I've hated him for that ever since...I think he's a overgrown boy with a temper, a real selfish sort of tyrant. Lying on my bed staring at the ceiling I could...

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Bikini Beach Understanding A Girlfriend

Bikini Beach: Understanding A Girlfriend ********************************************** ElrodW Taking the steps two at a time, Don smiled as he anticipated a hug, and maybe some cuddling, from his roommate and girlfriend. He hated these business trips, but that was life in the consulting business. Once in a while, like now, the job finished early. Don hadn't even had time to call Leslie. This was going to be a very big surprise. As he reached the top of the stairs, his hand...

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Bikini Beach Peeping Tom

Story copyright by author. All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced without the author's permission. Bikini Beach: Peeping Tom By Elrod W Alan Jenkins smiled to himself as he sat in his car. Parked near the ticket booth, he had a prime view of the girls coming and going to Bikini Beach. And he couldn't be happier about that view. With the convertible top down, the CD player turned up loud, and his shades on, Alan looked cool. Or so Alan thought. On such a hot day,...

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Bikini Beach To Serve and Protect

Acknowledgments. My sincere thanks to ElrodW for his review and approval of this story in his universe using his characters, to Ellie Dauber for her help with the basic plot and storyline, for her comments and for the use of her character, to Denise Em (the daughter of the Blue Pen) for her detailed proofing, and to my special friend for her thoughts, help and comments. Permission is granted to Fictionmania, Nifty and ElrodW to post this story to their respective sites. Anyone else...

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Bikini Beach A New Experience

Bikini Beach: A New Experience By Roy Del Frink It was another boring old day at the water park. Anya sighed. Nothing unusual, or even notable, about today's customers. Sure, seventeen men had come along with nearly two hundred women, but they'd just gotten one-day passes. Not a single customer purchased a pass lasting longer than a week, and all buyers were female. And the lifeguard and security may as well have stayed home today; their presence had proved unnecessary. Even her lunch...

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Bikini Beach Cheer Squad

Bikini Beach: Cheer Squad A young man enjoys being on the cheer squad, but it causes him a lot of social problems. A friend suggests that maybe, if he wants to continue as a cheerleader, Bikini Beach could help out. ********** Bikini Beach: Cheer Squad This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. Will Harding closed his eyes and took a deep breath, visibly...

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