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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 for creating a universe that allows me to play not just with the fantasy of becoming the opposite sex, but also allows me to explore the concept of identity in the process. Comments and critiques are welcome, but please try to be constructive. Don't just tell me the story sucks. Try to tell me why so my next one will be better. Okay, now for the legal stuff. This story is copyrighted to the author only and cannot be posted anywhere without his express permission. Bikini Beach: Another Man's Shower Part 1 - Ross's Story Ross Emerson looked over at Melissa, his wife of 15 years, and felt an instant surge of love. He also, though he was loath to admit it, felt the tiniest twinge of boredom. What bothered him more than the presence of the boredom, though, was that it was growing stronger. There wasn't any particular reason for it. Well, there was, but Ross couldn't accept that reason. After all, every marriage went through dry spells. What was there to worry about? How about the fact that you and Melissa haven't spent any significant intimate time together in close to a year, a voice whispered in his head. Try as he might, Ross couldn't deny this. He just couldn't see it as a problem, at least not until the other symptoms started showing up. It was a gradual progression. At first he just caught himself imagining the good-looking women he saw naked more often. Then he began to wonder how they were in bed. Before long he was having intricate sexual fantasies involving nearly every reasonably good-looking woman he saw. Finally, he caught himself flirting with another woman, an attractive co-worker who had done little to hide her interest in him. It wasn't the fact that he had been flirting that sent him home to his wife that night determined to make things work, though. He went home to her because the idea of having an affair had seemed like such a good one that he had still almost gone through with it after coming to his senses. That night he tried to talk to his wife, but Melissa wouldn't listen. She just reiterated the same excuses Ross had been feeding himself. Then she went on to tell him how she was busy with the kids and the like. Personally, Ross couldn't help feeling that his children could stand to lose a few extracurricular activities but he didn't tell that to his Melissa. She had grown up in a low-income family, not really poor but very close to it. As such, Ross felt she had a tendency to overcompensate. It wasn't that he didn't want his kids to have the best of everything. He just didn't think that having them enrolled in every sports league and kids' club in the city was healthy. If he'd had his way, Rachel, his 12 year old daughter, would be focusing more on her cello lessons. She was already better than Ross had been at her age and he could see how much she loved to play in her eyes. As for Mark, his 5 year old son, well, Ross wasn't really sure he was old enough to know what he wanted yet, but he was showing an almost uncanny knack for soccer. It wasn't the sport Ross would have chosen for his son to play, but as long as Mark continued to enjoy it, how could Ross deny him. Anyway, over the next few weeks Ross managed to get Melissa to agree to a short two-week retreat. A friend had agreed to lend them his beach house for the time. Ross was determined to save his marriage in those two weeks. He'd already talked Melissa's parents into taking the kids. He had reservations set up at the best ocean front restaurant on the beach for their first night away. Everything was perfect. Too perfect. A week before the trip was set to start, Melissa's mother fell and broke her hip. Before Ross had a chance to find another sitter for the kids, his friend with the beach house called him. Apparently a pipe had burst and flooded most of the house. Now he and Melissa had no sitter and no place to stay on their trip. That was how they had ended up here, on their way to a water park. Melissa had seen a commercial for it the day before and suggested that they all go there. She felt that it would make up for the kids not getting to see their grandparents as well as for her and Ross's now- cancelled trip. "Ross, sweetie, I think that's the exit up there," Melissa said as she looked up and caught his gaze. "Oh," he answered and took the exit as he came to it. Minutes later he pulled into the already crammed parking lot of Bikini Beach. Ross climbed out of the SUV and waited for Melissa and the kids. Together they walked up to the front gate. With the number of cars in the lot, Ross expected a massive line and was surprised to find only a dozen or so people ahead of them. Most people were just walking up to a nearby set of turnstiles and displaying cards to the attendants before going inside. As they waited, Ross realized that not a single man had used the turnstiles since they had gotten in line. In fact, the only men Ross had seen were waiting in line ahead of him. It didn't make much sense to him. With all the good-looking women he had seen coming and going, not to mention the scantily clad female park employees he'd seen roaming around, he felt sure that the place should have been crawling with horny men. "First time here?" the man ahead of Ross asked. "Yeah," Ross said. "Don't worry. You're gonna love it," the man said. "This place is like nowhere else." Before Ross could ask what the man meant he stepped up to buy his ticket. Ross waited behind the yellow line for his turn like the sign said. Behind him he could hear a teenage boy whining to an older girl that was apparently his sister. "But, Sarah, I don't want to go to a water park," he said. "Quiet Emory!" the girl hissed. "I know you don't," she went on in much softer tones, "but we're on this trip together because Mom wanted us to get along better. Now, your audition's not until tomorrow afternoon and we'll probably do every thing you want to do before then so just let me have today, okay?" The ticket booth opened up just then so Ross stepped forward. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his family waiting on him near the entrance. He waved to them then smiled at the girl behind the counter. She was an extremely attractive brunette wearing a bikini that managed to show off every curve of her lithe body without seeming skimpy. A name badge reading 'Anya' was clipped above her left breast. "How can I help you?" Anya asked cheerfully. "Well," Ross said, "I was interested in buying a few tickets, four to be exact." "Ah," Anya said. "I'm sorry, sir. This is a private park, members only. I can sell you some guest passes if you're interested. I only have three more day passes, though. Would you mind taking a two week pass for the fourth one? It's all I've got left." "How much are we talking?" Anya quoted him a price and Ross nearly blanched. The cost was almost as much as he had planned on spending for his two weeks with Melissa. Anya must have noticed how freaked out he had become because she immediately smiled warmly. "Listen, how about I knock ten percent off the two week pass. I'd offer more, but my grandmother owns the park and she's already going to kill me for doing this." Ross sighed. It wasn't like he was going to get those two weeks with Melissa now anyway. "Okay," he told Anya. He handed her the money and she handed him four passes and some loose change. "Don't forget to shower before you go out into the water. It's a Health Department regulation," Anya told him and winked. Ross just nodded and headed over to where his family was waiting. He decided to keep the two-week pass for himself. After all, he had two weeks off from work ahead of him. If the park proved to be fun it might give him something to occupy his time. He didn't tell Melissa about the difference in his pass though. He was still angry at how easily she had accepted the loss of their first trip without the kids in years. When they got into the park, Ross watched as Rachel and Melissa headed into the women's locker room then took Mark and headed into the men's locker room. He was instantly reminded of his old high school locker room. There were two rows of gray colored lockers and a communal shower with 8 separate heads. Ross told Mark to pull his shirt off and hand it to him. The 5 year old was already wearing his trunks. "Okay, son," Ross said. "See those showers over there? I want you to go turn one on and rinse off real quick." "Okay, Daddy," the boy said and ran over to the shower area. Ross sat down on the bench in front of on of the locker rows. When he heard the shower start he opened a locker and tossed in Mark's T-shirt. Ross was surprised to see a small mirror in the locker door. A second later the shower was turned off. "Done, Daddy," Mark called out. Does his voice sound higher, Ross thought then shook his head. "All right," he said to his son. "Go peek out the door and see if your mother's out yet." Ross heard Mark start for the door and watched him run past in the mirror in the locker. I'd better take him in for a haircut, Ross thought as he watched his son's reflection. I hadn't realized Mark's hair had gotten so long. "She's there, Daddy," Mark called from the door. Ross opened the locker further and sure enough saw Melissa and Rachel standing outside talking with Mark at the door. Melissa called out that she was going to take Mark with her then told him to hurry up. Ross sat there for a moment trying to figure out why his wife had just referred to Mark as a her. Finally, he decided he must have misheard her and started to change. Just as Ross started he heard the door open again and the kid that had been standing behind him in the ticket line walked in. The kid, who couldn't have been more than sixteen, quickly changed into his own pair of trunks while he muttered about wasting money on a two-week pass when he was only going to be in town for two days. Ross just smiled. The two of them finished changing and walked over to the shower area together. The kid took a showerhead across from Ross's so they stood back to back. Again, Ross just smiled then turned on his shower. He had so expected the shower to spray him with ice-cold water that the warm stream of water that did hit him surprised him. He started to take a step back but felt his foot go out from underneath him. Ross fell on his back and slid into the kid behind him. The kid flipped up into the air for a second then fell onto his back and slid over to where Ross had been showering. Ross could still feel warm water hitting his face and realized he was under the kid's shower. He tried to pull himself up and see if the kid was okay. As he did, a pink mist filled the room and, for a second, Ross's vision blurred. When he could see again things looked different. It was as if the room had somehow grown slightly larger. Or he had shrunk. Then he looked over where the kid was still lying, except, instead of a kid, he saw a very attractive woman in her early to mid-thirties lying topless on the ground. Ross stared at the woman uncomprehendingly then slowly looked down at himself. The first thing he saw were his feet. They were definitely smaller than they should have been. Not only that, but each of his toenails was covered in shiny pink nail polish. Without bothering to look for any more changes, Ross ran from the shower area. As he headed for the door he saw her. She was about fifteen or sixteen, slender, with brown hair that Ross somehow knew had red highlights when it was dry. She was completely topless. He heaved as he stared at the girl, trying to fight off hyperventilation. The girl was panting heavily as well, making her large B or small C cup breasts jiggle. Even as he noticed the girl's breasts Ross felt a tugging and jiggling sensation on his own chest. He knew that the girl in front of him was really him. He just couldn't understand how. As he stared at his new reflection he heard the other girl moan. It startled him so much that Ross took off for the door. He bolted through it so fast that he knocked over an old woman just outside the door. He scanned the crowd quickly and found Melissa with Rachel and a strangely familiar little girl waiting by a water fountain. "Melissa!" he called out as he ran over to them. "What the heck's going on here, Melissa?" "I'm sorry," Melissa said, a confused expression on her marring her face, "but do I know you?" "It's me, Melissa," Ross cried. "Me who?" "Ross!" Ross was nearing panic now as he realized a crowd was gathering. "That's not funny, young lady," Melissa said. "I swear, Melissa, it's me. I'm your husband. I don't know how I got in this body." "That's it!" Melissa shouted. "Who put you up to this? Tell me! I will not let you play with my daughters' heads. My husband has been dead for over a year!" "What?" Ross said, suddenly feeling light headed. Behind him he heard the men's locker room door open again. Suddenly the strange little girl at Melissa's feet cried out, "Auntie Rose!" Ross felt someone standing behind him. He turned to see the woman who had replaced the kid in the shower glaring down at him. Without speaking to Ross, she walked over to where Melissa and the children stood. Ross watched in horror as she knelt down between Rachel and the strange girl. "Rachel, Marcia," the woman said, "are you girls okay?" As soon as Ross heard the name Marcia he understood. He took a quick look down at his still topless body and looked back at the little girl he now knew was his son Mark. He felt his head start to swim. He stood there watching as both girls wrapped their arms around the woman and said, "Yes, Auntie Rose." With that the woman, Rose, looked up at Ross again. "I think you'd better leave my sister-in-law and nieces alone." This was too much for Ross. He tried to take a step towards his family but everything went blurry. He felt himself fall forwards and was unconscious before he hit the ground. When Ross came to he felt a bed beneath him. For a brief moment he wondered if it had all been a dream. Then he felt the alien tugging on his chest as he breathed and knew it hadn't. He opened his eyes and was momentarily blinded by a fluorescent light directly above him. "Welcome back to the world of the living, Ms. Ross," a voice nearby said. "You gave us quite a scare." "What's going on here?" Ross asked as he sat up. He realized the bed that he had been lying on was a hospital style bed so he was probably in an infirmary or first aid station. When he was seated he found himself facing an old woman. "Why am I a girl?" he asked her. The old woman sighed. "Well, Ms. Ross, that's very simple. I built this park to be a haven for women, a place where they could get away from things. As such, only women are allowed to enter the park. If a man enters, he is transformed into a woman for the duration of his pass plus a few hours. In your case you will remain as you are until about twelve hours after the park closes two weeks from today." Ross started to speak but the old woman interrupted him. "I know what you're going to ask," she said, "and don't worry. Everyone remembers you as you are now. Their memories have been altered to fit your new form and will remain that way until you change back." "But what about my wife and children?" Ross asked. "Your what?" the old woman said, confused. "My wife and kids," Ross repeated. "Why don't they remember me?" The old woman's brow furrowed. "What is your name, dear?" "Emily Ross," Ross said immediately. Then he thought for a second. "Wait, that's not right. It's Ross Emerson. No, wait, it is Emily... I think." The old woman nodded. "I want you to wait right here, dear," she said. "I'll be back in just a moment." The old woman found Anya waiting outside the infirmary. "How did your scan of the woman, Rose Emerson, go?" "Just fine, Grandmother," Anya said. "She seems to have adapted to her new identity rather nicely." "Did you detect any memories of her fathering and raising those children?" "Well, no, Grandmother, but I didn't do a very deep scan. I wanted to get back here in case you needed help with our potential nut job. Rose definitely remembers being a man, though." "Well, our potential nut job may not be one after all," the old woman said. "The magic is clouding her identity some, but I was able to do a pretty deep read on her. She definitely remembers having a wife and two kids." "How is that possible?" Anya asked. "Because she really is Ross Emerson. Apparently he slipped while taking his shower and fell into young Emory Ross. The two of them inadvertently switched showers as a result. That means that the two of them began their transformation under their own showers and switched before they finished changing. Ross, therefore, got most of the magic intended for Emory and vice versa." "What does that mean?" "Well, for starters, Ross has to spend the next two weeks living as Emily Ross, the girl Emory was meant to become. The same goes for Emory as Rose. There's nothing I can do about that. However, while Rose will continue living here in town as Ross had, Emily lives across the country. She's just in town for an audition in the local symphony. She and her sister will be flying home late tomorrow evening." Anya nodded. "So what you're saying is that we can keep an eye on Rose if we need to but Emily, if we can convince her to go along with this, might not be able to come back before the she changes back." "Right," the old woman said. "Not to mention the possibility that the changes might not work right. We can't forget that Emily and Rose were each exposed to magic tailored for another person. By switching showers they could have easily triggered a wild magic effect. Anything the two of them do for the next two weeks could have an impact on their ability to change back." Anya snapped her fingers. "I've got an idea, Grandmother." "What is it?" the old woman asked. She then tilted her head as if listening, though Anya said nothing. "Yes, that just might work. Good, that's settled. Now, you go find Ms. Emerson and do a deeper reading on her. I'll go explain the situation to Ms. Ross." Ross sat on the hospital bed staring at the door the old woman had gone out. His sudden inability to remember his name had him worried. It just wasn't like him. Worse, since the old woman had left, he'd been plagued with memories that he knew couldn't be his, yet were seductively familiar just the same. He pulled his eyes away from the door and looked around the room. His gaze settled on a shiny, hot pink bikini top lying on a counter beside the bed. Ross was suddenly painfully aware that he was still topless. He glanced down and saw that the top matched the bottom he was already wearing. Ross stared at the bikini a moment longer and came to a decision. He hopped off the bed, surprised at how light and agile he felt, and grabbed the top. A moment later, though he wasn't sure how, the bikini was on and properly tied. He looked around the room some more and found a full- length mirror in a corner and decided he wanted to see how he looked. When he saw the pretty girl that was now his reflection, Ross felt a surge of pride. He started posing in the mirror, giggling at how ridiculous the overtly sexual stances he was taking on looked on his now teenaged frame. 'I'm glad I talked Mom into buying me this bikini before Sarah and I left,' he thought to himself. 'The way it fits makes my breasts look even bigger than they really are. Now all the boys will notice me. It's a shame there aren't any here, though. Of course Sarah would want to go to an all girl water park.' Suddenly, Ross stopped and stared at his reflection. Like before with his name, the strange thoughts had just popped into his head as if they belonged there. They felt completely natural and yet he knew they didn't belong to him. As Ross tried to get control of his thoughts he heard the infirmary door open. He turned to see the old woman walking back in. She smiled when she saw Ross over by the mirror and motioned for him to come to her. "Ah, you found your top," she said as Ross neared her. "That's good. I don't allow topless sunbathing in my park." "How did I know how to tie it?" Ross asked. "It's part of the magic. It makes you more comfortable with your new appearance and gives you the abilities and behaviors of a typical woman, or, in your case, a young lady." "Ah," Ross said. "That explains the strange thoughts and memories." "Your new thoughts yes," the woman agreed. "Your new memories, though, aren't really part of my magic. Let me ask you a question. You slipped and fell in the shower, didn't you?" "Yes." "You ended up under someone else's shower, didn't you?" "Yes, some teenage boy's," Ross said as if he found the very idea disgusting. The old woman nodded. "And he ended up under your shower. That is why your family doesn't remember you, dear. That's why you seem to have memories that don't belong to you. When you took that boy's shower you received the dose of magic meant for him. Thus, you became the girl he was supposed to have become." "But if that's the case then the boy is now the woman I was supposed to have become," Ross said then smiled. "That's it. They don't remember me because I'm not really related to them anymore." "Yes," the old woman said. Ross thought for a moment. "That means I have to live the next two weeks as this girl, in the life that normally belongs to that boy. I can handle that." "There's more to it than that, dear," the old woman said gravely. "You see, the person you have become lives across the country from here. You are simply in town for a..." "For an audition for the third chair cello on the local symphony, I know," Ross said then shook his head. "Where did that come from?" "It's your new feminine persona fighting for dominance." "Oh," Ross said. "Okay, so let me get this straight. You want me to not only spend the next two weeks living the female version of a teenage boy's life, but you want me to do it thousands of miles away from my family while they're left in the hands of an impostor in my female form?" "Yes," the old woman said. "Well, I say use your magic or whatever to make me, like, related to my family again. I can like, be my wife's niece or something." The old woman shook her head. "I can't. My magic doesn't work that way. You're locked into the identity you have now, at least until the magic wears off. I can do something to help you another way, though." Ross stood there for a moment. He had heard his language become more feminine with all the likes and such. He also knew that his hands were currently on his hips, a pose his wife used regularly when she was upset. He was fighting becoming this girl, but if he was going to be stuck as her for a while he ought to accept any help he could get. "How?" he asked the old woman. She didn't respond to him. Instead she just reached out and touched his forehead. As she did she began to chant in a language Ross didn't understand. After a second or two of this he felt his eyes grow heavy. Emily opened her eyes when the old woman stopped speaking and removed her hand. She smiled at the old woman and stretched out quickly. She knew only a few seconds had passed but it felt like she'd been standing still for hours. "Like, wow," Emily said. "What did you do to me? I feel, I don't know, awesome!" "I suppressed your male persona," the old woman said. "You should still have his memories. You can even act like him if the situation requires. It's that all of that seems less important now." Emily thought for a second. "Yeah, I can remember old Ross. You know, it's kind of weird having the memories of a 35 year old man when everyone in the world knows I'm really a 15 year old girl. Gross too." "You'll get used to it, dear," the old woman said and smiled. "And don't worry about things. My granddaughter and I are working on a way to get you back here in two weeks." "Huh?" Emily said. Then it dawned on her. "Oh yeah. So I can, like, change back into that old man again." The old woman shook her head. "Yes, dear. Now get outside and have some fun. Your sister is waiting in the hall." Emily wrapped her arms around the old woman in a tight embrace. "Thanks," she whispered. "This really does help." Then she ran out the door and saw Sarah. "Emily!" Sarah yelled as she hugged her sister. "I was so worried. They told me you'd collapsed." "Nah, I just fell and hit my head in the shower. They wanted to make sure I didn't have a concussion or something," Emily said, figuring it was better to keep her sister from worrying too much. "Now, come on. We came here to have fun didn't we?" "You got that right, sis!" Sarah said. The two of them walked out of the infirmary and into the park. Emily couldn't remember ever having a better day, either in this life or her boring old male one. She and Sarah rode every ride in the park at least twice. A few of them were so hectic and wild she was afraid her top would come off. Thankfully there weren't wouldn't have been any boys around to leer at her if it had. If there had been any around, though, Emily wasn't sure it would have bothered her all that much. When it finally came time for the park to close, Emily and Sarah headed for the locker rooms. Sarah didn't seem to notice anything wrong when Emily broke off from her and headed for the men's room. Thankful for that, Emily went in and found her locker. When she tried to open it, though, her key wouldn't fit. It took her a moment to figure out why, but as she sat there she realized that was the locker she had opened when she was still Ross Emerson. Of course her key wouldn't fit that locker. That life belonged to someone else, at least for the two weeks. Instinctively, Emily moved over to the locker she now remembered as being hers as her male life faded into the back of her mind. Inside she found the red halter top and denim mini-skirt she had worn into the park that morning. She also found her favorite pair of platform sandals. She laid them out on the bench beside her then went to quickly rinse the chlorine off in the shower. When she stepped out and caught her reflection in the mirror she was glad that a second shower hadn't changed her back into that icky old man. As she toweled off and got dressed she thought about how good it was to be young and pretty and hoped she stayed that way forever. As she and Sarah walked back to the SAAB they had rented for the trip, Emily took one last look at the park. She wondered if she really would see it again in two weeks. After all, it wouldn't be so bad to stay a girl forever, she told herself. A light pink fog, unnoticed by either girl, surrounded Emily as she climbed into the car. For a second, Emily would have sworn she felt a slight chill, then the fog was gone and the two sisters were driving off for their hotel. Back inside the now-empty park, Anya and her grandmother sat together in their living quarters. Neither of them had said anything for a while. Finally, the old woman broke the silence. "How did your second scan on Rose go?" "It was a little confusing. I think she took a pretty good blow to the head. Not hard enough to get a concussion, though, because I would have felt that. Just enough that, coupled with her gender change, she might be in a mild state of shock." "In other words," the old woman said, "she's running on autopilot?" "Yeah. And when she comes back to her senses I knew she'd be scared so I implanted a suggestion that any answers she might need could be found here when she does. I also went ahead and fixed Melissa Emerson's and her kids' memories so that all they remembered was Emily fainting in front of them." "You didn't alter Rose's memory as well?" "No," Anya said. "I was afraid to mess with her memory too much in her current state." "Good," the old woman said. "You're learning, Anya. I think my retirement might be a lot closer at hand than you think." Anya blushed at the rare compliment and asked, "How bad do you think this is going to get?" "I have no idea," the old woman answered truthfully. "If there's wild magic involved it could get very bad indeed. Let's not worry about that now, though. You have to call Greg and cancel your plans for tonight and then get to packing. After all, you've got a plane to catch tomorrow evening." "Yes, Grandmother," Anya sighed as she got up to do as her grandmother said. To Be Continued...