Beach Babe
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Beach Babe
By Jennifer White
Hi dudes. I'm Linda, and I'm a surfer chick. I love to be
on the beach every day, and catch some waves. Dude! It is
such a rush! If you can learn how to get up on your board,
it is like so cool.
But I wasn't always a surfer girl. I used to be a guy. My
name was Chuck, but everything changed.
***
Back then, I was a normal surfer dude. I had the good tan,
long messy hair, I hung out at the beach, like all the
time. If I wasn't in the water on my board, I'd be talking
to the babes, or getting a tan.
One day when I was walking onto the beach, this hot chick
named Sandi stopped me.
"Hey Chuck." she said.
"Hey yourself."
"Surfs up today."
"I know. I can't wait."
"Hey, before you hit the waves, I have a favor to ask you."
"What's that?"
"You see, there's a bunch of us girls who are circulating
this petition. We are tired of being discriminated against,
and we want to put a stop to it."
Now I always loved the babes, and of course I'd do
something to get in good with them. And when it's a hot
chick like Sandi... then it goes double.
"What's wrong? Who's bugging you?"
"You see, guys here can wear just their baggy shorts. But
we women have to wear a top too, or a one piece. It's not
fair that the guys can get a good tan, but we have to get
tan lines, from wearing a top. Don't you think it would
only be right if we both had equal rights?"
"Sign me up!" I said. No tops for the babes? Whoa! Cool
deal.
I signed the petition, and even told her that I'd get all
the guys to come over and put their John Hancock's down on
it too.
She was there with her bevy of babes for the next few
weeks, getting autographs until they had enough. I guess it
was on some electing thing, cause a few weeks later, she
told me they passed a new law cause of her.
"Cool. When does it kick in?" I asked.
"Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the big day."
***
I was psyched the next morning. The sun was a-shining, the
breeze was up, and I was too. I couldn't wait to see the
babes, now that we had 'equality' on the beach.
I waxed down my board, put on my flip-flops, and walked
over to my usual spot. But just as I was putting down my
stuff, there was this cop lady! She started to write
something on her little pad of paper, and told me I was
going to be arrested. Sandi came running over.
"You are in violation of rule 69, subsection 8 of the local
ordinance." she said.
Whoa!
"You've got me." I said. "Now what did I do?"
"You're not wearing a top." she replied, and kept writing.
"What do you mean? Chicks don't have to wear tops anymore,
so why should I?"
"You don't know the law very well young man. The new rule
says that in the interest of equality, men as well as women
have to either wear a one-piece suit which covers the chest
and nipples, or a top."
Sandi arrived, panting from her run in the sand. I had been
watching her, with her breasts going up and down. They
jiggled as she stopped. But she had a top on herself.
"Officer, please, give him a chance. This is the first
day!"
"I don't know. Wasn't he one of the ones who got people to
sign your petition?"
"Yes. I guess he doesn't read very well."
Read? What for?
"Well, I'll make this one exception. But that's it."
"Thank you." she said to the lady cop. Then she handed me a
women's bikini.
"What?" I said, not taking it from her.
"Either you put this on, or you're going to jail." said the
cop.
"You mean to tell me that guys have to wear tops now too?
And that if I don't put this on I'm going to jail?"
"Exactly."
"That's a heavy trip." I said.
I had no choice: I was broke (as always) and wouldn't have
no bail money. So I put on the top.
"That doesn't match well." said Sandi. "Better put on the
bottom too, so you don't look silly."
I went into the shower stall, and put on the bottom. It
barely covered me. I felt silly as I came out, but as I
looked around, I realized that there were no other guys on
the beach; only moi and the babes. Awesome!
I surfed all day, and hung out with Sandi and the babes. A
few guys tried to show up, and got busted by the fuzz. It
was quite a day!
***
The next morning, I had a problem. I needed to surf. I was
hooked! But most of the local beaches were private, or had
really lame waves. So the park was the only good choice.
But then I'd have to wear a bikini. Damn. What to do?
In the end, surfing won out. When I had been up on my
board, I hadn't even really noticed the bikini yesterday,
so what the hell.
I arrived, and was amazed that there were so many chicks
there! It was like they were happy to get away from the
guys or something. Why wouldn't they want to hang with us?
But I had them all to myself now. None of the other guys
had the balls to wear a bikini top. Cool.
I hung out with Sandi's flock again, and had a good time.
But when I got home, there were two problems. First of all,
when I took off my suit and got into the shower, I noticed:
I had bikini tan lines! You could see the strap marks on my
shoulder, and the triangle shapes over my breasts. I
quickly threw on a baggy T-shirt.
Then, when I went to bed, I had like a weird dream.
Probably cause I was thinking of my tan lines, but I
dreamed I had breasts! In my dream, I was with my guy
friends, and I suddenly had breasts like a chick! I was
wearing a T-shirt, and had to try to hide them so nobody
would see. I woke up in a cold sweat.
***
When I got to the beach the next morning, I complained to
Sandi about my new tan lines. She was helpful, and dug
around in her purse until she found some cream stuff. She
said to put it on at night, and it would darken my skin so
you couldn't see that I had tan lines. Whew. I was afraid
of letting anyone see me like that.
I put it on that night, just like she said. But there were
two problems. First, it really itched me. I could feel it,
and it was like driving me crazy! The second thing was that
I had another dream. Probably because I had been hanging
out with all chicks lately (and it was awesome dude!), but
I dreamed that I was a chick too! I had tits, I had a
pussy. I was a babe, just like them! Me! A piece of tail!
Whoa! It was too heavy.
I woke up, and I was like really hard. I just touched
myself, and I like came real big. This was bad. I came from
dreaming I was a babe.
***
The next day, I told Sandi that her tanning cream was like
all itchy. She dug around in her purse again, and found
some cream. She said to put it over my breasts each night,
and it would be like soothing and stuff. So I used it, and
it worked pretty good. No more itch.
But I did keep having the 'chick dream' again, all week.
And when I woke up, I had either come in my sleep, or just
a touch would set me off.
***
It was just me and the babes at the beach still, and even
though I was wearing a chick's suit, I was loving it. I was
getting so much attention from them! At first, they had all
kept their distance, but now they were warming to me. I
guess my magnetism was kicking in. They couldn't resist me
for long.
Sandi's roommate Cate offered one day to rub some suntan
oil on me one day. I agreed, and relaxed as she rubbed it
all over me. Ah.
After a bit, we swam out, and surfed for a while. I had a
good time, but when I went home, there were two problems.
First, that oil had like done something to me. It had like
made all my hair fall out, all over my body. It was like so
weird!
Then I had my usual chick dream, and made myself come as
usual. But when I did, I was rubbing my breast, and still
imagining that I was a chick. No way! Why would I do that?
Before, it had been an accident, but this time, I did it to
myself. And my breasts felt tender after being rubbed like
that. Too weird.
***
I didn't see Cate the next day, so I couldn't ask her about
that oil she had used on me. And that night, I had the
worst nightmare yet. I dreamed again that I was a chick,
but this time some guy was doing me! When I woke, I had
really come all over myself. I like shook in fear. I
dreamed that I had just been drilled by some guy, and that
I was a chick, and that I had like it! No way!
***
So when I got to the beach the next day, I tracked down
Sandi and Cate. After I blabbed some small talk with them
(chicks seemed to like that), I asked if we could like get
together.
"I thought you'd never ask," said Sandi. "Why don't you
come over to my place tonight? 8:30? See you there..." she
said, as they headed out into the surf.
***
I showed up on time, and ready to ask them what the hell
they were doing to me. Just Sandi was there when I showed
up. She offered me wine, which I decided to try. Normally,
I dug beer, but what the hey.
We sat on her couch, and I drank a couple glasses of the
stuff, which wasn't too bad really. I wondered why I hadn't
tried it before, or noticed that it tasted good too. Before
ya know it, I had downed three or four glasses of the
stuff. That's about when I discovered that it was stronger
than beer. Head rush.
Sandi went into her room, and came back with a bag, which
she gave to me.
"A gift for you, for helping so much with my petition." she
said.
I took the bag from her. It was light pink with dark pink
stripes (or was it dark pink with light pink stripes?).
Under the tissue paper, was a new bikini, in a hot yellow
color.
"What's this?" I asked.
"A nice new one. We're all tired of seeing you in the same
red one every day. And it's getting faded." she said.
"Uh, thanks babe." I said. Great. Just what I wanted.
"Go ahead, try it on!" she insisted.
I didn't want to insult her (and she was such a babe), so I
decided to do it. And there was nobody around to see me
other than her, and she saw me in a bikini every day anyway
at the beach.
I went into her bedroom, took of my clothes, and put on the
new bikini. It would have been hot on a chick, but it was
on me, dude. My breasts were still a bit sore, and they
looked a little swollen. It had some padding on the cups,
so it made me look like I had little babe breasts.
I went out and modeled it for her.
"Wow, that looks great on you babe!"
"Uh, thanks I guess." I said.
"What's with your boobs? It looks like you're budding."
"Budding?"
"Oh, that's what I called it when my little sisters started
to grow theirs."
"I'm starting to what?"
"Well, to me, it looks like you're budding."
"Hey, I'm not, okay?"
"Sorry, that's just how it looks. But that suit is cool on
you."
"Thanks. I'll go put my stuff back on now"
I went back into her room, but my stuff, which had been on
the floor was gone! On the bed, nicely laid out, was a
skirt, a bra and panties, and a chick's shirt, which wasn't
there before.
"What's going on in here?" I yelled. She came in to look,
and smiled.
"Oh, just a little something I'd like you to try on." she
said.
"How'd it get in here? Where's my stuff?"
"Oh, Cate has them somewhere. She was hiding in here before
you know."
"So she saw me..."
"She saw you naked."
"And dude," she said, popping out from behind the closet
door, "you *are* budding."
"Shut up!" I said.
"No way. You're getting tits."
"No!"
"Yes you are. Have you been doing your breast exercises?"
she said, sticking her chest out, and chanting:
"We must, we must, we must increase our bust.
It's better, its better, its better for the sweater
We may, we may, we may be big some day..."
"Come on," said Sandi, "all little girls do this."
"But I'm not a girl." I said.
"Not according to your boobs." she said, and both girls
laughed.
"Look, give me my clothes, and I'm out of here." I said.
"Can't do it dude, I threw them out the window. You can
either go out in your bikini, in front of everyone down on
the street, or you can dress up in the cute outfit we got
you. Then we might go get your threads back for you."
Trapped, I had no other choice. This sucked. I had to wear
chick's clothes. I put them on as the babes went into the
hall. Wearing the bra wasn't too much different from the
bikini top I was used to, and the panties were okay. But it
was the skirt and the top thingy they made me wear which
felt weird. The top thingy was black, and had those little
straps, about the size of spaghetti. You could like see my
bra straps clearly under it. And the skirt was wild,
because it was kind of short, and stuff.
They came in and made a big fuss over me.
"She's going to be pretty," said Cate.
"She *is* pretty." said Sandi.
"Come on Linda, follow me," she said.
"Linda?"
"You silly. You're a girl with tits, wearing a skirt. So
you need a girl's name."
Now, I had been having these dreams, remember? Somehow,
this all felt like I had done it before or something. My
dream was sort of coming true. My nightmare.
I went into the bathroom with them, and they did something
to my hair. My hair was long and wavy. Cate sprayed some
junk on it, and after a bunch of brushing, it was pretty
straight. They did some more spraying, combing, used a blow
dryer, and before I knew it, I had chick hair. It curled up
at the ends, and looked really cute, if I had been a chick.
Which I wasn't.
I could only stare as they started putting makeup on me
next. First that tan goop all over, then some powder stuff.
They put some of that red stuff on my cheeks, lipstick on
my lips, that black goopy stuff on my eyelashes, and some
powder stuff here and there, like on my eyelids and stuff.
I looked in the mirror, and it was like a shock or
something. I swore that it was a chick staring back at me.
Just like in my dream. I was like a chick now or something.
"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," said
Sandi.
"Dude, I think I did," I said.
They fussed over me some more, and we got ready to walk out
of the room. I noticed a tube of cream on the tub, which
looked just like the one Sandi gave me before.
"Hey, you have the same anti-itch stuff you gave me." I
said.
"Anti itch? Didn't you read the label?"
"Uh, no."
"This is breast cream. It makes your breasts grow. I must
have given you the wrong stuff. Have you been using it?"
"Three times a day."
"Dude! You're gonna have boobs now! You've been making your
own boobs grow!"
"No way!"
"Way."
Damn. I was growing boobs for real. And I was dressed like
a chick. And I was wearing makeup. And I had hair, which
looked cute. And I had no body hair. And I had been
dreaming I was a chick. And they were calling me Linda. Uh
oh.
"So Linda, are you ready to go out with us?" asked Cate.
"I guess so. I feel funny," I said.
"You wear a bikini on the beach every day, so how hard can
this be?"
"And you don't even look like Henry anymore. Nobody could
tell that it's you. You really do look like a chick," said
Sandi.
"Listen, I had a dream," I said.
"Yeah?"
"I dreamed I was a chick, like you guys. That's why I feel
so funny."
"Oh really? That means that you *want* to be one of us."
said Cate.
"Yeah. If you're dreaming it, that means you really, really
want it, but you're just afraid to admit it."
"I don't *want* to be a babe." I said.
"But you are one now." replied Sandi.
"Yes. You're one hot chick. Come on. We're going out."
They handed me a purse, which I slung over my shoulder, and
we headed out the door to Sandi's car.
"When you're with a group of women, you stand out less.
Stay close with us, so nobody picks you out!" warned Sandi.
***
We met up with six other girls who hang out at the beach.
It was funny seeing them in clothes. I mean, they're
usually in swimsuits and stuff. But in their little dresses
and skirts, they looked so different. And they seemed to
think the same thing about me.
"Hey Linda, nice skirt. Did you get that at Sacks?" said
one.
"I like how you coordinated your outfit. It's really cute!"
said another.
"I wish my hair came out as nicely as yours did today. It's
to die for." added a third, who was having some sort of bad
hair day herself.
My feet ached in the little shoes they had stuffed me into.
I was like hard to walk with these heels and stuff, but I
took these small steps, and like tried to keep my balance.
We headed into a dance club, and walked up to the bar.
"Now remember," said Sandi, "don't buy any drinks. The guys
will be all over us. That's why we go out in groups. Why
pay when they'll buy for you?"
"But I'm not interested in a guy!" I said.
"Maybe you'll meet the right one," said Cate. Sandi pushed
her aside.
"No, really. Even if you're not interested, you can still
let them buy for you. They think they're being nice or
something. Of course, they want to get you drunk so they
can take you home a screw you."
I had like a shiver up my spine, thinking of my dream where
I was a chick and I got laid. Yikes!
We all danced as a group, which was a blast. We got a
table. Guys kept coming over, and giving us shots and
stuff. I had more than my share, cause for some reason,
some of the girls in the group didn't want to drink that
much. Huh.
But after a while, I was like blasted. When we headed out
to cruise home, Cate sat real close to me in the back seat.
"So Linda, did you have a good time tonight?"
"Oh yeah." I said.
"Do you want to be one of us?"
"Yeah, sure."
She smiled, but it looked evil to me. I was really out of
it, and the last thing I remember was laying down on the
couch, and Sandi putting a blanket over me. I could really
see her cleavage as she leaned over.
"Go to sleep little babe. You're going to be one of the
girls now."
***
I woke up, and I was like in a daze. I was in Sandi's room,
on the bed. She gave me some vitamins and stuff, and I like
fell asleep again. I kept on dreaming that I was a chick.
In my dreams, I kept getting laid. I'd wake up, they'd give
me vitamins and stuff, then I'd go out again.
Once when I woke up they were rubbing stuff all over me,
and on my boobs. My eyes were like all bleary, but my chest
seemed bigger than before. I smelled all flowery and stuff.
Then the lights went out again.
The next time I remember waking up, I like hurt real bad,
and they have me some aspirins and whatever. My midsection
like really ached, and between my legs I felt like I was on
fire. But I fell asleep again, and back to my chick dreams.
I dreamed I was on like this shopping spree, buying dresses
and stuff, then going out in them, and getting laid. Whoa!
***
Then one day when I woke up, there like wasn't any pain.
And I wasn't all dizzy and blurry and stuff. I looked up,
and Sandi was there with Cate.
"Look, she's awake." she said.
"Ugh. I feel weak. How long have I been asleep?"
"It has been two months since you said you wanted to be a
girl."
"I said that?"
"Of course. I asked you if you wanted to be one of us, and
you said 'sure'. So here we are now."
"And?"
"And you are one of us."
I sat up to take a drink of water, then ask her what the
hell she was talking about. That's when I noticed. Tits.
Big ones. On me!
They like totally filled out my bra. They were huge! I was
stacked. And when I saw them, that they were real, and
touched them, for some reason I didn't feel upset. I felt
*good* somehow. Too weird.
"You like them? You've got big jugs babe." said Cate.
"Just like you." I said, looking at her knockout hooters.
Of course, I had ones almost as big myself now, so it was
more like jealousy in how I looked at her.
I felt down my stomach. I had thinned out, not eating
anything except vitamins over that time. Cool. But my butt
seemed fat. My hips were too wide for the rest of my body.
My waist was slim, but my hips were like wide. Then it
dawned on me. *Just like a chick*. Me! I had like a woman's
body now.
So I felt between my legs. And there was nothing there! I
mean, I had something, but it was flat inside my panties.
My thingie was gone! I felt again just to be sure. Yep. It
was gone all right.
"Take them off. Have a look at your new equipment," said
Sandi.
Cate helped me take off my panties, and I looked down.
Whoa! I had like a slit now, going in! I was an innie, not
an outie! My first thought was that I wanted to screw the
chick with the sweet looking pussy. But whoa! It was me! I
was totally a chick now. And a real babe!
They helped me up, and got me into a bikini. I looked like
I'd be the hottest babe on the beach. Wow!
"So, like how did you babes do this to me?" I asked.
They told me, but it was all technical and stuff, like I'd
understand. They said something about chick hormones and
laser hair removal and stuff, but I didn't get it. Oh well,
like I'd remember anyway.
"And so I'm a babe now. Now what do I do?"
"You go out with us again, and this time you get laid,"
laughed Sandi.
"I'm not going to do some guy." I said.
"Just wait till you see some hunk, and your hormones kick
in. You'll be begging us to help you get him in the sack."
"Yeah. You've got a new female body now, and your hormones
are raging like a 16 year old girl. Anything in pants,
you're going to want to snag."
"So what if you hook up with a guy? It's not like it means
anything."
"I just don't know."
"Why? Because you think you're still a guy or something?
Look at yourself in the mirror. Tell me you see one thing
boyish about yourself."
I did, and they were like right about all the stuff they
said. So I let them dress me up in this really, really
short skirt, and this black top where my boobs were like
all hanging out. I was afraid that if I moved, they'd pop
out of place, and everyone would be able to see my nipples.
I lifted up my skirt, and I still could not believe that
underneath I had the crotch of a chick. I was a hot babe. A
beach girl, just like I had always wanted, before when I
was a guy. I had wanted a chick like me, but I wanted to do
her. I didn't want to be her. But now I was.
We went out, and I felt like everyone was staring at me.
That's because they were. I had guys standing in line to
walk by me, so they could look me up and down. I felt like
naked, cause I had so few clothes on. And what I did have
on were tiny. I had so much skin exposed. And you could see
so much of my boobs. And I had on spike heel shoes they
gave me. And my legs were hot. And I had on all this makeup
and stuff. And they did my nails. And I wore these
pantyhose. And I had this bra they said would lift and
enhance my cleavage. And I had these eyes like a deer or
something. And they sprayed this perfume stuff on me. And
they gave me this jewelry to wear.
It was kind of cool wearing the jewelry. I liked how it
looked and how it felt on me. I decided I'd go out and get
a tattoo soon too, like the other girls did, cause it
looked so cool. And I'd get my ears pierced like Cates,
cause I was the only girl around who didn't do it, and I
felt left out.
***
At about the third place for the night, these three guys
sat down at our table, and started talking to us. For some
reason, Cate and Sandi didn't chase them off, like everyone
else they had all night. They talked to us, and stared at
my boobs.
The one in the middle was kind of cute. When he looked at
my eyes instead of my chest, I felt all strange. I
squirmed, and felt real hot. I whispered to Sandi.
"I gotta go potty. I think I just wet my pants a bit."
"You're not wearing pants, you're in a skirt," she
whispered back. "And from the looks of you, you didn't just
go pee. You're getting wet, because you're so turned on by
that guy."
"No way!"
"Way. You may say no, but your body wants him. It's saying
yes. It's screaming out for you to hook up with him."
"No!"
"What are you talking about?" he asked, butting in on our
conversation.
"Oh, Linda here was just asking me if it was proper if she
asked you to dance, since you hadn't asked her yet."
"Linda, do you wanna dance?" he said.
I hesitated, but Cate almost kicked the stool out from
under me. I got on my feet. He walked over, held my hand,
and we walked down to the dance floor, as my head swam, my
heart pounded, and my brain took a back seat to my crotch,
which wanted to be drilled.
It wasn't long before I was walking out of there with him
arm in arm, and heading to his place down the street. I was
like all scared, but I remembered how good it felt in my
dream. And I was a chick now, so it was all right.
When he had me undressed and lying in his bed, I closed my
eyes as he touched me all over. I tingled in places I'd
never tingled before. And I shivered. And I got all wet
inside. And I moaned as he mounted me, and penetrated me.
And I came. And I came. And I came!
It was even better than catching a big wave. I just kept
coming. At that moment, I opened my eyes. I smiled. I was
glad I was a chick. I wouldn't go back if you paid me and
stuff. I'm a girl! Yes! Yes! Yes!!!
***
That was like years ago. I'm still here surfing. Some dumb
political guy like changed the law, and shirtless guys are
back on the beach. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind looking
at them and scoping out the dudes, but they keep bugging
me. I just want to catch some rays, and hit the waves. But
they like keep wanting to talk to me and stuff. Like I'm
going to lay them, just cause they're all cute. So I just
hang out with the other babes, and most of them are scared
and stay away. When I want one of them, I'll grab him
(getting laid is even better in real life than in a dream),
but when I don't, I don't.
So when you see me on the beach, don't like hassle me and
stuff. But I bet you'll wish you were me too. I'm one lucky
surfer chick, to have this awesome bod, cool friends, and
an awesome beach with the best waves. Who knows, you could
try to hook up with Sandi and Cate, and maybe they'll do
you too...
Vicky
- 09.08.2022
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