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BB: Birth Rights: Part 1 "Hello son." The man said, grabbing at my arm in a surprisingly strong grip. I felt instantly afraid, dreading a mugging, but upon seeing the frailty of the man, I had to dismiss this option. The man had a small white beard, which seemed to descend to a point. His eyes and face were as far as I noticed throughout the entire meeting and that was strange because I'd never been comfortable with eye contact, although that is probably quite an understatement. I'd never really been able to look anyone in the eye for more than a second or two during my entire life. I don't know why. I was self-conscious sure, I knew that. But it was more than that, or at least, I'd persuaded myself that it was more. "I couldn't help but overhear you." The man said. That made me pause, I hadn't spoken since the agency, half a mile away from here. I'd pretty much been sacked for not being good enough with the customers. My sales rate hadn't been good enough for the manager and he'd given me the boot somewhat nastily, making sure that the agency offered me no more work either with a little 'unreliable' speech. It was pretty much a low spot in my life, between jobs, still living at home and without a girlfriend ever in my entire life... So, yeah, things were not so hot for me. You might find that surprising, that any guy could go through school without even having a date, but like I said before, I was incredibly shy and introverted. I'd been wondering exactly where I should go and had been heading for the local jobcentre, what the English refer to as the dole office, when this little guy had grabbed my arm. If I were the kind of person who let anger ride, I would perhaps have shrugged away from the would-be mugger. But it didn't ride, or even walk. Fear, kept it standing on the pavement, or sidewalk to you Americans and kept it unable to move. "What do you want?" I tried to snap, but it came out more of a pleading than the irritation I meant it to be. I had decided at this point that the man was best dealt with briskly, without thought even as much as I could. I had enough to think about already, without even more problems to haunt my day. Looking back at my previous life like this, I wonder what kind of a specimen of manhood I am showing to you guys. It must be a pretty poor one, because even writing this now, I'm partly ashamed. "I know that you need a job." He said, emphasizing the word know. His eyes seemed to twinkle with a merry amusement and that caught my attention fully. Knowing that my thoughts had now included the man and that he would stay a feature of the day when I looked back later on, I decided to see what he really wanted. He must have overheard me at the agency, of course, deduced somehow that I was the person to whom the words he'd heard had been referring to and then followed me across town to a secluded spot, where he could talk to me. Even in my head the theory was a little far fetched. So how had he known? "Look..." Was as far as I got. "Your mother isn't going to be able to support you forever Steve and perhaps one of these days she really will throw you out of the house. What will you do then?" He asked, his eyes shining with his own cleverness, his smile not exactly mocking, more amused. How on earth could he possibly know that my mum had been threatening to do just that very recently? "Who the hell are you?" I asked, as he finally released my arm and I turned towards him. I wasn't thinking about carrying on to the jobcentre now. I was intrigued. The old man shrugged. "I'm an angel..." He said, smiling wickedly. I wondered what I should say, should I blow him off, just walk away. It seemed like the right thing to do, just walk away and forget about him. But I knew I wouldn't forget, not for a while at least. That's kind of the problem with being intelligent, it always creeps up when you don't want it to, surprises you at your weakest point, reveals things at skilfully selected, inopportune moments... usually after its too late to change whatever choice you made. He conyinued, "Okay, look, here's a phone number for you to ring. I know of a job, which needs someone almost exactly like you. But I didn't want to get you through that agency you were working for. I wanted to approach you directly, because it's more of a...umm...personal position." That word got my mind working again. Personal probably meant... "No... not that." He said, just as quickly. "It's a job, which means you'll be working as a team. A job which is almost exactly suited for you and will have a lot of benefits, but will also mean a lot of changes for you, a new area, a new life." "So," I wondered, almost exasperated by the man's avoidance to the actual duties. "what is it exactly I'd be doing?" The man took in a long breath, looking upwards for a moment, appearing to be considering his next move. "Have you ever been to America?" He asked. *** Yeah, after much fruitless inner turmoil and consideration, I finally agreed to come to Florida with this Mr. M Agitian, (you can laugh now, but it wasn't quite so obvious back then). As I did, he explained to me about him being a talent scout for this theme park. Of how the owner of the park had pretty much requested him to keep a look out for specifically my type. People who, as he put it, knew what the 'American Dream' really meant, the people who understood what a second chance really meant. People born in America today think of that phrase like an old-world myth. They do not fully understand the meaning, even if they think they do. To me, there and then, it meant a second life. People often make fun of my British accent, but it doesn't matter. Inside I know and feel the same, no matter how 'American' I may become. Of course, as many of you will realize, a lot more changed than my location. I wouldn't ever have left England if this mystery man hadn't acceded to my request of securing me a flight home. There were just some things you've got to be careful about you know. Inside, I had a gut, deep down feeling that I was going to be exploited in some way, which the man was leading up to. I visualized myself even, as off to become a porn movie extra. Not a pretty sight, or concept for me to think about and oddly enough, whenever I was thinking about this and I thought I was being crazy at the time, this man would glance at me. I swear it's true. He wouldn't say anything and his eyes would be unreadable whenever he did this, but that got me thinking about how weird this whole trip was and away from thoughts of my immediate future. So I guess it wasn't all bad, looking back I can even ascribe kindness to it. I'm not sure, even now if I'd actually have gone through with the porn thing. I have a horrible suspicion that I might have done. We landed and still none the wiser, I was conducted through customs with little fuss. Everything in order, passport checked, baggage collected without going back to Heathrow (English joke) and slowly, we made our pittstopped way to the airport exit. We were met, almost on the doorstep by a tall looking woman with the large tinted 80's glasses you see so often in movies. I had to mentally push thoughts of movies away from my mind at this point. She must've recognised the other man immediately because she approached us. "Hello Anya." The man said to her. For the first time I really had a better look at her. "I'd like you to meet Steve." I held out my hand and I was surprised when I found it easier than ever to look into Anya's eye as I shook her hand. But then, Americans are famous for ascribing a ludicrous amount to a simple handshake, aren't they? "I've got the car all ready. Will you be joining us?" She asked the old man, who shook his head. "It is best that I don't I think." He turned to me. "Steve, have you still got your ticket?" I reached into my pocket and felt the envelope with almost a reverential touch. It really was my lifeline there and then. I knew that. If this woman turned out to be a... I nodded, suppressing the thought. Anya smiled, but it was half a laugh as though it was a private joke. She relaxed almost immediately though. "Well then, this is where I leave you. You can trust Anya, she is a good and generous soul and if you want to go back home, she will bring you back to the airport. I hope that eases your mind." He shook hands with me. "I wish you every success in the future and perhaps when we meet again, you may thank me." I couldn't think of anything to say and pretty much remained silent because of it. It might have been rude, but it didn't really occur to me to be anything there. He nodded. "Anya, I'm sure will explain the park to you in the car." It was the first string, the final glimmer of light of the explanation, which would eventually turn the whole enigma into laughable comprehension when I emerged from the end of the tunnel. I snatched at the deliberate hint immediately. "The park?" "Porno star?" Anya scolded at the man. "How could you let him think such rubbish?" I might have raised protests at this point, but Anya turned to me sharply and spoke. "Let's carry one of those bags for you Steve. The car is just outside." Dumbly, I handed her one of the smaller bags (yes, I'm naturally chivalrous, it comes with the accent.) and we made our way towards the exit. As we started, I swear the man didn't move, but when I looked back, nearly a second later, thinking perhaps I should say some kind of goodbye, or even wave, he was gone. I used the moments we were walking to form a better picture of Anya. She was taller than I was, I judged, probably bigger than most women, but not unkindly so. She had about her, an aura of maturity. I know it's kind of a clich? but 'age beyond means' was kind of appropriate in reference to her. Already I respected her and oddly, did not fear her. Perhaps that was because she was so obviously not the kind of person that I thought sexy. Certainly she had good assets, but they were defined in the same way a tradesman is, businesslike and rich in their own special field. The Orange open topped car, (that is as far as my descriptive talent extends or will ever extend in terms of cars) she led me to have three other occupants. The first and driver, was a man of about Anya's age and as I drew closer I identified the two, through intuition and body language, as either married, or a couple. There were also two girls sat up on the back end of the car, their feet on the back seats, both holding hand fans that they were fanning themselves with. Perhaps I should have mentioned the heat before now. From a land of rain and wind, I'd moved right into one of the hottest places in the world. I was soaked to the bone in sweat already and at the sight of the two girls, I naturally felt even worse. The two were quite good looking in that youthish way people have at that age. Certainly they were quite attractive to me. They jumped out and descended on my luggage prying it away from me while I hesitated startled. They bundled it into the back of the car, with a little help from the man and then, with an arm around each of mine, almost frogmarched me into the middle of the backseat, completely stunned. There were a lot of things about America I was liking and the friendliness of the locals so far was almost magically enchanting. Yes, there's that word again, what did my English teacher call it, foreboding? No, that was too ominous, perhaps tantalizing is a better word. "I'm Vicki," The one on the left said, although except for a giggle or two they'd pretty much not spoken so far. "And I'm Holly." The other mirrored as I looked between them. They were clearly pretty exited at meeting me and I wondered again exactly what kind of park I was going to. Perhaps it was time to start asking questions, or maybe it was the time to start getting answers. "Look, I..." Was as far as I got before Vicki interrupted. "Oh my God, you've got an accent." She smiled. Anya laughed. "Say, My name is Bond, James Bond." Jeff started to laugh in the front seat. I couldn't help it, I had to grin because Vicki slapped the front seat in protestation. "Girls, give Steve a little room." Anya interrupted. "I have a feeling, knowing our old friend that there's things he wants to ask." She turned around and flashed me a smile. "Anya, Vicki, Holly and my boyfriend here is called Jeff. Jeff's eyes flicked to mine in the rear view mirror as he pulled out of the airport car park. He nodded, seeing my gaze. I wondered how to proceed and I decided that perhaps, given the current conditions, demands to know what the hell was going on and where I was going, would best be put into a tactful light. "I'm afraid that guy hasn't really told me anything more than you've got a job for me." I said, trying to focus my words onto Anya who seemed to be the person most in charge of the situation. "I expected as much." Anya said, gazing out her window. "Vicki, would you give Steve the map of the Beach." Vicki reached down into a tiny bag she had with her on the floor and pulled out the B. Beach brochure, one of the ones from a while ago, in green. Not the blue ones we have now. "To stop you wondering right now Steve, it's a water park." Anya said and I felt slightly calmer. I focused on the leaflet. *** I won't bore you with the details, just I will say when I looked up from the leaflet, I felt much much better about my predicament. "What job exactly did you have in mind for me... Anya." I hesitated in using the first name because I was trying the water with my new boss. Just to see if she would permit first names. "Well, we need general staff mainly. People to man the gates, to stock the machines, maintenance stuff too. You will have full training of course." Anya paused, deciding a little lie was called for here. I didn't realise till much later of course. "That old imp who brought you here, he indicated that your area of experience was in general labour." Now I am not smart, but even I know that you don't cart someone halfway across the globe simply because you need someone for manual work. Anya must've sensed my resolve because she quickly tempered it. "I know we may appear more than a little strange to you right now Steve, I can't even think of how it looks to you. I just want you to know that the guy who found you and recommended you to us, is someone we trust deeply. Everything will become clear to you later on today, I promise. In the meantime, sit back and enjoy the ride. We have quite a way to go. It is actually my grandmother who owns the park, she'll explain things completely when you meet her." Even without realising I was doing it, I reached into my pocket again and touched the return ticket, just making sure that it was still there. I don't think Anya missed anything because her eyes were watching me intently in the rear view mirror when I looked up. She looked away, almost guiltily. *** We had landed in Florida just after eight in the morning, having flown all night from England. I was surprised just how much Jetlag I was not suffering by the time we made our first stop. But it did hit me later on, a few hours before we finally got to the park. The first stop was at a more or less really run down last-chance gas- station type. Vicki and Holly pulled me into the shop and bought loads of cold cola and paid for loads of new stuff for me to try. I tried to tell them that I had some money from the exchange I'd conducted back in the travel agency, but they wouldn't let me pay. They pretended that they were showing me 'their' country and that as I was the guest I didn't have to pay. It was half a game, although we all knew it was really very factual too. At a few places along the road, the two girls pointed out landmarks of interest to me and as the sun began to set, crawling down a long, almost endless road, I drifted off into sleep. *** I awoke when the car drew to a halt and the engine turned off. I found that both girls had their heads on my shoulders and my face was in Vicki's apple smelling hair. Both girls stirred awake, disentangling themselves from me and yawning, I quickly followed The air was much much cooler than before, slightly humid and not exactly cold, but warm. Somewhere crickets were chirping and we looked around to discover where we were. I saw the big entrance to the park ahead of the car. Three ticket turnstiles under the logo Bikini Beach. The wooden poled fence looked festive, everything a theme park should be (theme park is our name for amusement parks). It looked friendly and inviting. Although I couldn't pin it down, there was something ulterior about the entrance that made me feel uneasy. I couldn't say exactly what it was, but it was a feeling I never experienced again, but one that Jeff had learned to live with. Not a malignant feeling, nothing more than an unease when I looked at the entrance to the park. I had a very strong impression that this was going to be a rather defined park, perhaps not totally compatible with me, but to be honest, I am stubborn and when I have to be, I can be very determined. I was resolute that this new home, this second chance, this job, would last. Despite the slight negative first impression, I wanted to make Anya at least, glad that she had taken the time for me, not to mention paying for the air tickets. "Home again." Holly said sleepily, stretching again. "Do you girls want some coffee, or shall Jeff just take you straight home?" "I think I wanna go to bed." Vicki said. "Yeah." Holly concurred. Holly jumped out of the car and I scooted over and stood. It was a relief to stand after being sat for so long. Holly got back into the car again. "We'll see you tomorrow Steve." They called, smiling at me. "Nice meeting you." I responded quickly, fearing perhaps upsetting the two. To be honest I had really enjoyed their company on the trip, they had shared quite a few jokes and I already had a liking for both of them. Anya touched my arm and I turned. "Jeff will bring your luggage up when he gets back Steve. You'll be kipping down with us tonight. Although I think Vicki's mom has a room for you tomorrow." I looked back, perhaps to thank Vicki, but her eyes were closed and she was nearly asleep again. I couldn't help but remember the smell of that apple scented hair. I liked Vicki. Anya led the way to an area, which was not completely visible from the front of the park. To the left of the tree bordered car park was a small pebble pathway, she led me up it and to the front door of a largish square shaped house. At least four floors altogether, although there might have been more. I was too tired to notice. But I soon found my weariness vanishing as I stepped inside the door, which Anya locked behind us. Her house's ground floor was mostly the living room. There were no doors, just a couple of supporting walls around the kitchen acting as divider. Ahead of us there was a big room, which must have been at least three quarters of the first floor. There was a large flatscreen TV on the wall, a fur rug on the floor, a glass table infront of furry armchairs and to the left of the TV, in the corner, a massive fireplace in which a roaring fire was already raging warmly. To the left there was the way into the kitchen and right, the stairs leading up. Anya's grandmother was sitting in one of the chairs infront of the fire. She looked over when we entered, but she didn't get up. Anya led me forwards. "Steve, I'd like you to meet my Grandmother." "Hello ma'am." I said respectfully, I had the feeling that a simple hi was inappropriate for this occasion. This was the person who had hauled me across the world and paid for it remember. It suddenly struck me that I had not considered that it might not be completely me that the old woman had desired, perhaps it had only been my accent, which in these parts was a novelty. In England or perhaps even this side of it, such an idea would not have occurred because accent wasn't really a thing you noticed until you went abroad and landed in a totally different speech and tone pattern. It seemed logical to me that I might have been hired simply for my accent. There wasn't much to disprove it so far, but then that wasn't saying much either. "Steve? Or do you prefer Steven?" "Steve will be fine." I said feeling kind of formal, wondering if I really should be playing the conversation formally like this. "Take a seat. You want anything to drink?" Anya asked. I shook my head, I was feeling okay. A little heavy due to the cola we'd had, but generally fine. I took a moment to examine Anya's grandmother and likened her to the world war two matronly type, strong and firm, kindness but with a knife's edge to it. Such people were often very capable and probably had good self-discipline. Maybe I'd been right to play it formally. "Well, Steve. I am the owner of Bikini Beach, as I'm sure you know already. I have many places available for the right staff members and since you came so highly recommended by my good friend, I could hardly refuse you. You will find out why exactly you were hired I'm sure in due time. My park, is a place of great opportunity to the people who come here and you will be no exception. I am somewhat strict and probably quite set in my ways in the running of BB, as I'm sure Anya can second. I expect you to behave decently at all times of course and to do your job, whatever that happens to be. BB is a place of fun and I know for a fact you will pass many hours comfortably inside it's gates. But I want to make it totally clear right from today that I will not tolerate any half heartedness as part of the BB team. I will leave you with an application form tonight, although I do not want you to fill it in before tomorrow morning. Tonight, I want you to think very hard about your life to date back in England. I want you to make the choice not because you have to find work, I wish that you should want to work for me. The pay will be sufficient and since you certainly won't understand the value of it, I will not bother to bore you with obscure details just yet." "Have you any questions?" She asked. "I am sure I will have, but nothing comes to mind at this moment." I said, although something had occurred to me right then. "When do I start?" I added after a suitable pause. "Probably some time around tomorrow lunchtime. When, things, have settled down for you." I registered the slight pause around that word, but I didn't think she meant anything more than surroundings adjustment at that point. "It started off, that I didn't know what I was getting into." I said, feeling that I needed to say this. "Now I know what I'm going to be doing. I am sure that you can lay to rest any doubts you might have about me ma'am, on the way here tonight I realised how glad I am to have finally found the opportunity to strike out properly on my own." She nodded. "That's good, commitment is important. But remember to have fun too. BB is a fun place with a very special purpose, which you will learn in time. But still, I want you to think right back as far back as you can and contemplate your life back in England. Almost without realising I suddenly noticed my hand was almost in the pocket with my return ticket. The woman looked down at my hand, knowingly. "Ahh yes." She said slowly. "That, is your lifeline isn't it. Right now that ticket has greater meaning to you than any amount of money." "Perhaps you could tell me a little about the park?" I suggested, trying to steer the conversation away from private feelings. "Certainly. We're an entry based park, which means we charge only for admittance..." She explained about the rides and about the general layout of the park, a few things I already knew from the map I had studied earlier. Whenever she referred to the punters though, it was always as, the girls, or in other feminine instances. I asked her about this and she replied that at least 96% of the visitors were girls. She then confided that one of the fundamental ideals of the park was to make somewhere where girls could feel better about themselves without having guys salivating at the sight of them. I could kind of relate to that, although aside from the peculiar, unexplainable feeling from before when I'd looked at the gate, I could not see exactly how she kept the guys away. During this dialog, Anya listened intently to the conversation and about half way through, Jeff returned. We talked for a good while and then Anya offered to show me to the room they had prepared for me. The room had a largish window by the bed and I passed the night infront of it, looking out over the shadowed park, occasionally guessing the shapes against the sky, to the landmarks on the map. After texting mum with the phone number of the park, which Anya had given me to pass on, I thought for a long time about the death of my father and the holidays I had with him, the schools that I'd attended and all of the people I knew. The college and part time work I'd undertaken but when we moved away, lost touch with. I thought too about all the shitty jobs I'd had in the past, the labouring, the backbreaking toil. I thought about the agencies. And, as I drifted off into a light sleep, I remembered how that man had grabbed my arm and changed everything. I awoke early on in the morning, just after sunrise and the first glance over the park made me smile. The mountains of earth that formed the pinnacle of the park, were jaded golden red by the sun behind them. It was a sight, which would make anyone, pause to consider the boundless beauty of infinite nature. Birds flew from the top of the nearest of the two peaks and I felt a certainty which strengthened me greatly. I looked back into the room and saw the folded application form sitting neatly on the desk with a pen beside it. I moved off the window sill and to the desk. I'm not exactly sure about what happened back there, or since, although I have come to terms with it, I do not pretend to understand things. The paper seemed of a kind I had not really felt before, it was not the soft sheets that could cut like razors and it was not the soft satiny kind, which bends like cloth. It felt like satin to the fingers, but there was a strength in that sheet of paper. It both, to my imagination, seemed to glow and shimmer in the light of the sun. I hesitate to use the word papyrus here, but in my fingers it seemed to have the same mythological feel. Almost, I joked, like you would expect the devil's contract to feel. Not that I am in any way religious. I picked up the pen on the desk and delicately wrote a capital S in the name box at the top of the page. It came to me then, that I could change my name if I like, perhaps be a Luke, or even a Jesse. It was the land of opportunity, I could be anyone I liked. Sanity, which in fact also starts with an S, drew my attention back to the page and the mark I had already made, crushing my dream. Oh well, I probably would never have gotten used to being called Jesse anyway. I added the remaining four letters of my own name and then my surname. Except... Except I thought I did. But when I looked back at the page, what I read was 'Sarah' "What the hell?" I said, though to myself and it was a good job too because my voice was not my own. The accent was still there sure enough, but the pitch and calibre of my voice had become higher. "What the hell is going on?" I said, my eyes widening as I listened to myself. Instinctively I reached up to my throat and felt smooth skin. My throat was different. My Adam's Apple had vanished. What the hell was I thinking, how could it have vanished, maybe I just couldn't feel it this morning. It was probably some peculiarity of the climate, or the air pressure or something. I imagine such things exist. Having nowhere in evidence a second replacement form, I decided to continue with the rest of my application form on the grounds that a tin of tip-ex (correction fluid) would be around here somewhere and the name mistake would be dealt with. One further odd thing happened though, when I came to the bottom of the contract and attempted to sign it, the pen wouldn't write. Barely moments after this, the door opened a crack and Jeff's head poked around the door. "Hi again." He said. His eyes flicked down to the almost completed form. "I think this pens out of ink." I said. He came into the room and looked down at the paper, picking it up. "Hmmm." He said. "Oh well," He folded the paper up and put it in his pocket. "It'll be okay for now. Probably best if you don't sign it yet anyway. Glad you have you aboard." "Thanks." I replied weakly, self-consciously hearing in my own voice the gentler pitch I had noticed earlier. "We rise pretty early in this part of the world." He said. "Not like you Brits. You'll get used to it. Anya's already gone to the park. If you want I'll give you the dime tour before the gates open. Anya's gran wouldn't want us wondering around with visitors around, not till you're properly dressed anyway. We've got some serious stuff today, so when I ask you to, I want you to pay attention. "Sure." I said, feeling alert already, I was about as receptive as I was going to get to instructions and I knew I'd make the most of it. *** There were three cars parked in front of the gate besides Anya's today. We were waved through the turnstile by Holly who gave me a mischievous smile and said, "Big day for you today." I smiled back at her and followed Jeff. "We've got an hour and a half, so I'll show you where all the rides are and then we'll go get showered and you can meet the gang. Anya's gran is very particular about cleanliness so please don't touch the water till after you have showered." I nodded, seeing sense in the half-truth. Jeff guided me around the park, showing me the various rides. I took care not to contaminate the water, I imagined the showers contained anti bacterial stuff to sterilise people or something. By the time we did finally reach the showers though, I was dying to get my feet wet in the rides, hopefully to ride a few if I was allowed to. Anya was just coming out of the men's shower room when we approached it, she waited for us to get close. "I've put some gear inside for you both, some towels and there's some costumes in my locker for you both." She gave me a quick twinkle with those eyes. "I'm afraid I had to guess your size Steve." "That's okay." I said. I figured if there were a big difference in size at least Jeff would be able to help. I didn't think that Anya was the type of person to make too many mistakes though. Her grandmother would be a perfectionist, I imagined and therefore so would Anya have to be. "Good luck." She said, looking at Jeff. Then almost as an afterthought, she turned to me and said. "To both of you." I wondered why she had wished Jeff good luck, but it was no use, I might as well have been shooting ducks at midnight. Jeff pushed open the door to the showers and we slipped inside. Jeff led me down the line of lockers to several larger ones at the end. Each one of these Orange coloured ones, of which there were five, had a small numerical lock. "This one should do you for today, till we get you sorted over in the staff block. All these have individual codes, but there's a master code to unlock them all, its 422, easy to remember. Four twenty two, the magic number." He paused, handing me a towel. "You do believe in magic don't you?" I didn't know exactly what to say. I'd always thought of magic as pulling rabbits out of hats, escapism. Not exactly walking on water, more kind of skating on ice, science and logic in combination with spectacle. That was what I thought of when I thought of magic. Jeff twisted a knob on the wall as we finished undressing. "Remember I told you earlier I wanted you to pay attention?" "Yep." I said, wondering if he was going to show me where the soap was kept or something. "Well, I'm not into any gay shit before you hear this next bit. I just want you to understand that this part is paramount to your employment here. Now I want you to come and watch me in the shower." I think my eyebrows hit my hairline. His smile showed a little bit of humour. "I know what it sounds like, okay, but you've got to watch this bit or you'll never be able to work here." Was this blackmail? Watch me in the shower or you haven't got a job? I bet if someone said that to a girl they'd be in the dock (arrested) for... my thoughts trailed off, as I couldn't find the right word. Whatever it was it was wrong. I was wrong to have come here, I wondered why I ever had. "Okay, I really put that wrong." He admitted. "But if you like, I'll go ask Anya, or any of the others and they'll say exactly the same. You have really got to understand this part. It's important. That kind of startled me. If I went and got Anya and the rest, even the grandmother, would he really think they'd back him up. They all seemed like sensible people so far. So you have to watch him shower, big deal, it's not like you're soaping him up is it? It's not like you're picking up the soap for him. "Okay." I said guardedly and he smiled. "You kind of frightened me there Steve, for a moment I thought you weren't going to..." He left the sentence unfinished. I watched as he walked into the group shower, his towel left on a peg by the entrance. The showers were already pumping away merrily and he just stood there in the middle. I wondered exactly what I was supposed to be watching. If this was gay porn at it's height then it was a wildly uninteresting pastime. But then, something did catch my interest. The dark brown hair on his head was moving, some of it was getting wet in the jet from the showerheads which were spraying out almost horizontally from the walls transforming the room into a kind of glorified spray shower. But then, a snake of black seemed to cascade down the back of his neck and I realised his hair was growing. His hair stopped at his shoulders and he half turned around. My jaw dropped open as I saw the chest hairs thinning out and pulling back inside him, his beginnings of a beard faded and I swear this is true. His nipples seemed to double in size. All the time, the water was running over his skin, but it seemed to have a shimmer to it, like there was a kind of oil reflecting the light in it. He finished the turn and my eyes immediately went down to his privates, I couldn't help it and they found nothing but the black of his pubic hairs. His belly seemed to slowly shrink and his chest began to grow as if it were sucking water into his breasts through his skin. There was one more second of movement where everything seemed to jump at once and then, there was a naked woman in the shower looking out at me. She walked forwards and I shrank involuntarily back, my mouth still hanging open. She reached around the corner and took the towel from the hook, wrapping it around her chest and tucking it in. "How..." I finally stammered after she'd remained looking at me for more than a minute, just waiting. She smiled and her voice was different to what Jeff's had been. "Magic. Like I said before. This bit is very important." "But... Are you..." "I'm still Jeff, yes. Although I'm also Jane now." "Wha..." I stammered. "There's something magical in the water, Anya's grandmother controls it." She paused, looking me up and down. "Come on, it's your turn." That really did make me cringe back further against the lockers. It wasn't an actual thought, it was more a kind of automatic reaction. "Come on Steve, there's nothing to be afraid of, it doesn't even hurt. It'll feel kind of weird sure, but it's nothing to be scared of." She reached out for my hand. "I promise I won't look if you like. A lot of people would feel self-conscious, especially for the first time." She did not add that the lockers behind were near enough reflective and I was too shocked to notice. I was shocked sure, I'd never even thought that there'd even be such a choice for me to make, aside from a little experimentation with a bra and a top, I'd never even contemplated transsexuality. There, I said it. One big long word and with the English so homophobic, A fine example of a Brit I was being. I walked forwards and tugged the towel loose, passing it back to her. I did see her face in the reflective surface though, she gazed at me for a second, then she turned away. "Sorry." She said. "I really shouldn't. I promise I'll keep my eyes shut till you grab the towel." The water was running around my feet now, but I knew somehow it wasn't enough. I had to be in the stream I stepped up to the nearest, feeling the warm water. It was just like water, but it wasn't too. It seemed to soak into me and also run through me like I was a sponge. My chest was the first thing I really noticed and I leaned up against the wall, looking down at myself. Seeing the small buds growing steadily, feeling the water running into them from somewhere in my chest. It felt kind of like having something beneath your skin you want to scratch but can't. It felt like water against the inside of my skin, coupled with that internal itch I felt the rivulets running down between my legs, seeming like sandpaper for one brief moment, then I could feel that penis pulling back into my belly, could feel it there in my belly making me feel slightly sick and then it was completely gone. My hips creaked as they widened and my belly flattened out. My legs too, were longer. I walked towards the entrance and to the blue towel that was still held on an outstretched hand. I put the towel around me, noting different bumps and curves where I'd never experienced them before. My hair though, aside from growing into ridges, hadn't changed length. "Welcome to the world Sarah." I blinked. Sarah was the name on my form. "You really are lucky Steve. I've got to say. You look like a Russian gymnast with a decent chest." I looked up at Jane and wondered if perhaps I should feel violated. I, I was a girl! The mere idea wasn't too appealing. Jane must have seen what I was thinking from my eyes. "Oh relax, seriously, if you never go into the water you'll never learn to swim. As they say." "And seriously does Sarah have the better deal Steve. I'm not kidding. But then, I think you're smart enough to have realised what employment means here now don't you." She can't have known that yet and I knew that she'd said that deliberately in order to stimulate my thoughts in that direction. My first urgent question, nagged at me. But I hadn't done any more than open my mouth when Jane responded quickly. "Sure, it's not permanent, well, not yet anyway." It was stupid of me behaving like this, but I was really very shocked by what had happened, I imagine anyone would be. I'd written quite a few stories on my computer back home where magic was involved. Why should I be so shocked by it when it eventually happened to me? I knew the answer to that though, it was because of the method I used to describe it. In the stories, the magic had been my own imagination. Whereas, this was real. Was it really so hard to grasp? I knew I was being stupid, but then, by the time I'd realised that, I knew I was or would soon be, back to normal. At least as far as my thoughts were concerned. Shock doesn't last after all. "I can change back?" I asked, thinking of my family back home. To this girl, to me, they weren't family at all. They were strangers. "Yes." Jane said quickly. "The change usually lasts about twenty four hours, give or take an hour or so." She didn't add that I was a special case and didn't even have that flexibility. I'd learn more about that later. Oh, I'm not saying I couldn't change back, just that there was a difference to what Jeff, I mean Jane, had told me. But right then, I had no reason to doubt him. To be honest, I had a kind of new respect for Jeff. It was probably something to do with teacher student psychology, but I think I felt comforted to know that I wasn't alone in this, Jeff, even if I didn't know him, was approaching this from the same angle. "Hold on." Jane said. She was looking down at my naval, I looked too. Jane crouched down and put her hand on my hip. I saw it then, a thin scar just below and to the left of my belly button. It wasn't much but we both knew what it was. An operation scar. My first guess was that, as the old saying goes, my tubes were tied. And I learned later on, from an unexpected source, that I was right. "Looks like an old scar." She said. "You must've had it a while. I swear I wouldn't have noticed it if you hadn't turned like that. It's an expert job. I don't think you'll need to worry." She stood up. "Don't look so down about it Sarah. It really is not so bad. Come on, let's go meet Anya and then we can have some fun. Let me get our costumes." Jane went to the first locker and opened it, pulling out three bathing costumes. "Your choice," She said. "one or two piece. I'd recommend the one piece myself especially as it's your first day. They grip better. I nodded and she passed me the tight suit. There was a logo on the chest, which proclaimed "Bikini Beach Staff Member." "No, no." She corrected immediately. "Put your leg through there..." It was hugely different putting that one piece on, than say a good pair of shorts and to be honest, just then I think I knew which I preferred. With this new costume I had to prune out the folds and tuck in pieces of my anatomy I wasn't sure if I really wanted. The breasts were a nightmare, I just get one side into the costume and the other side pops out. Eventually I figured to pull the cloth around one side while pushing the other in. Perhaps Anya had been a little off when she'd guessed my size, this thing felt like two sizes too small. I dropped the towel away from me and for the first time since the change, I felt better. With the towel it seemed that everything that was protesting at this experience had just dropped away with it. I was still Steve, although Sarah was a large part of him. I could feel everything though, the costume was front and back only, it didn't cover my sides. My hips had never been so bare, my arse seemed naked while my chest, felt like they were being squeezed together and pressed down at the same time. "There are two things I think I should tell you at this point, before we go any further. First off, remember that you are a REAL girl, whatever you do, could and very well may affect your other life. Secondly, you should know that from today, you have always BEEN Sarah. If you have family back in England then they will know you as Sarah, not as Steve. One of the guys, who used to come here, didn't get on with his mom, but then he changed, just like you have done now and his mom was the best parent anywhere all of a sudden. Sex has a lot to do with relationships and most of what you know emotionally has been turned on its head." She paused. "I'm telling you this because I've learnt it myself." "What about Anya?" I asked. "She's a real girl." Jane smiled, "but I think her and Vicki are the only ones on the staff who are. Except grandma of course. Oh, everyone from this park who knew you as Steve, knows the situation as well. The other staff members don't know anything yet though, but word will get around." She walked with me to the door of the changing rooms as we carried our gear wrapped up in the towels. She'd already put my clothes into a plastic bag and now we walked out IN THE OPEN, towards the girl's section, which was a lot bigger. Holly waved at us from the gate, grinning. I could feel the wind on my naked cheeks and especially on the chest of my swimsuit where everything seemed uncannily hypersensitive. When I was a guy I don't think any part of me was so sensitive as this new chest. Perhaps it was because of the grip of the suit, or maybe because I wasn't used to it, but it did seem strange, almost raw. Mind you, that also applied to every inch of exposed skin. It seriously felt like I'd shed a huge heavy coat. We walked into the girl's locker room and it was and it wasn't like I'd imagined before. It was true that there were a lot of naked girls, a lot of sexy stuff, but although I could still appreciate girls, it was more on the eye, than lust. Practically all the girls turned to see me when I entered and next to all of them smiled. "Well done Steve." Someone said. "Yeah, well done." Echoed someone else. "You all know the rotation today girls, so let's go, gates will be opening in ten minutes, be sure to be in place by then." Anya said, emerging from the back. "Cool Steve, or should I say Sarah. Looks like you've bloomed here." She commented. "Make sure you go with Vic and Jen for lunch though. It'll be good for you to get out into the world." "Yeah." Vicki said, coming forwards, "Stay with us, hehe, we'll teach you everything you wanted to know." The girls had different kinds of uniforms as to their particular jobs. Several of them had an additional halo around the BB logo to indicate they were also lifeguards. Vicki caught my arm and pulled me towards the mirrors in the wall. "Come on Sarah, have you seen yourself yet." I held back just for a second, trying to prepare myself but she was stronger than I was and when she tugged, I was pulled into view of myself. My jaw dropped open. The swimsuit I was wearing fitted perfectly looking at it from here and I was almost staggeringly beautiful. Anya appeared behind us in the mirror, looking down at me. She was a good foot taller than I was. Jane appeared, putting an arm around Anya's waist. "I think Sarah's the perfect face for the sign out front." Jane said with a smile. "Whoa," I turned around, "Hold on..." They appeared amused by my reaction. "There is no need to worry Sarah," Anya said, almost glaring at Jane in the mirror. "BB is a big family, as you'll soon discover. If you do any work for us, it'll be of that stated in your contract, perfectly normal stuff. Don't let Jane scare you." Vicki moved to the wall and came back wearing a black plastic headset. She handed me one and I put it in my ear. "One quick word before you go Sarah." Jane said, fishing into her towelled bundle. She pulled out the folded contract and passed it to me. "Now you know everything, you'll be able to sign it. But before you do, be aware that this is a magical contract and believe me you don't go back on something like that. So..." "So..." Anya finished. "You should know that signing that, you're agreeing to remain as you are for a whole three years." "But you told me, we can change back in a day." I said, looking at Jane. "We can." She said. "But you, you're new. New staff has to agree to at least three years, it prevents unnecessary situations. By the time you get the choice to change back, you're already adjusted and everyone knows you." Three years was a long time. I kind of felt staggered by the whole situation. "You don't have to sign it of course Sarah," Anya said. "Anytime you want to go back home, you can give me that contract back unsigned and I'll take you back to the airport. No strings attached." I nodded. I knew I needed to think this over. I looked back into the mirror, noting my own eyes staring at me from a strange face. I didn't know how to feel. "Looooooove the accent Sarah." Called a few girls as they were leaving. Again, there was that peculiar feeling of being someone else. The person looking back at me out of the mirror wasn't Steve, not by a long way, although the eyes were the same and perhaps the nose and the mouth looked slightly similar, prettier, but the same. I was more than a dream girl, I was living the dream and that made it kind of alright. I had people here who would help me and for the first time in a long, long time, I smiled. Jane touched my shoulder, "Looking good kid. You need any help, you come talk to me. I promise I won't laugh, whatever it is." I turned and unlike myself, I hugged her. This startled me as much as her I'm sure. "Thank you Jane." I said looking at her. "Thanks for making me go through with it. You're right, I never would have understood." Vicki tugged at my arm. "Come on Sarah, we've gotta get to our positions." Anya laughed as we scooted away. She called after us. "Don't monopolize her Vic. Sarah, you can explore the park today if you want, try out all the rides. You don't even have to queue up now. *** When we'd gone and they were left alone, Anya said to Jane. "Wow." "I know." "I think I'd better tell grandma. Sarah's going to need to be kept an eye on. It won't be long till she's in guy trouble." Jane rubbed Anya's shoulders, then made for the door. "I'll see you later." "Granny wants us to have lunch with her today Jane." Anya called after her. "I know, I'm looking forwards to it." Jane smiled although neither of them were sure if it was a lie. *** I know that perhaps this has been stated already, but girls really do have the better deal. Walking in the park, even at this time when there were barely more than a few dozen people between us and our post, but that didn't stop me and Vic from running most of the way there. The suit really helped there. Girls often can't run because of their t...their boobs...why on earth had I corrected myself like that. There was nothing wrong with tits, even thinking it, why on earth should I suddenly call them boobs. And why wasn't I thinking like I usually did. There was nothing wrong with swearing. But there was, I could feel it, my personality was changing even now. Very slow and minute changes, like vocabulary would be the first things. God I hoped I didn't start thinking what I thought of as 'blonde' thoughts. But I knew I probably would. I wasn't the best thinking gu...girl and it was natural really. Vic looked back, noticing I was lagging behind. "Come on, nearly there now." I caught up with her and she giggled. "Where're we going?" I asked, thinking back to when I'd wandered around with Jeff. "We're on OMR, a nice easy day." OMR turned out to be the river flowing around the bottom of the larger of the two hills in BB. Vic told me that it was almost half a mile in length and had four pitstops along the way in which people could get off if they wanted. Most parks have rides like that, they're much nicer to ride than to walk, especially as the park is a large one. The running of it was fairly easy, Vic explained it to me in about three minutes. The four stops each have coloured rings around the outside of the floats, which floated down the narrow channel around the park. Whenever one of the green ringed floats came around the corner, I pressed a button to push out this hydraulic bar, which guided the float up onto the conveyer, for people to first abandon the float, then for the queue to replace them. It really was simple. There were the buttons to stop and start the conveyer, an EM stop button which was law to have I think. But other than that, the small panel was blank. There was a small box built around the controls and it was here that I put the BB contract I had yet to sign. The box was otherwise uncluttered apart from four large plastic water bottles, which a girl had come round with just after we were settled in and opened up. Two for each of us, Vic said they were energy juice drinks. It was my first interaction with customers when the first pair turned up. It also proved to be the most trying part of the whole day for me, because they were grade A, first class and although I hesitate to use the word bitch now, I had to use it here. Female animosity wasn't like guys scrapping. It was all in the eyes and the expression. Vic came over immediately as she saw I was having problems. "Hey, is this ride working?" The first asked, her thin hair waving in the wind, bleached almost white but very slightly tinted blonde. "Yep." I said simply, waiting for them to comment on my accent, secretly I knew I'd be asked that a lot and I knew I'd enjoy the attention. "As far as I know the rides open with the park." Just in case they hadn't picked up my accent the first time. I missed the note of sarcasm in my own voice, enjoying the anticipation of the forthcoming question. "We didn't ask you if you knew anything." The other girl scolded. I caught up at this point, seeing why she was angry. "Sorry, it's my first day." That would surely work. "Well, you were rude. I think you need to be taught a lesson. I'm going straight to the management to complain about you and your phoney accent. It's not even real accent anyway." "Everything alright?" Vic asked although she clearly could see that things weren't. "Miss England here was being rude." The same girl piped. Vic looked at me once and knew it wasn't true. Much more experienced with custom, she replied. "I'm afraid that I couldn't help hearing the conversation from where I was working over there and it seems to me that perhaps Sarah's innocent comment was taken the wrong way to which it was intended. If you feel so strongly about her comment then you are welcome to return to the management section of the park, to the left of the entrance and register your complaint there." "So you're saying that we've got to walk all the way back to the entrance, to complain?" The first of the two said. "Is this place unorganised or what?" "Well, as far as I know, the park doesn't shut it's gates until visitors have left, so you have plenty of time to leave the park if you feel so strongly about the organisation. Shall I perhaps call you an escort or would you like to piss off." She swore at them so naturally that there was a collective pause. She followed up immediately and I knew it was intentional. "Go and whine about something real, instead of bugging new girls with your whining attitudes." Vic said. The two turned and walked away without another word. Vic turned to me and smiled. "I love those type of people." She said, with a laugh. "They always whine because they've got it all and other people haven't." "Vicki." Came a voice in our ear. "That was NOT very diplomatic." "Sorry Anya, but they were giving Sarah a hard time." Vicki grinned at me. I had to admit, I was starting to really like Vicki now. I looked up and down the lane, there were no queues and the path was almost bare except for a couple of girls strolling down towards us from the south. "Anya?" I said The reply came back immediately. "Yeah?" "Do you mind if I take a walk around?" "Go ahead." She replied. "Just will you do me a small favour?" "Sure." "It's just a two minute job." She explained. "One of the runners is a little behind on her rounds, if you could take a couple of bottles of Rucco over to Gail on the big slide. You can pick them up from the shop right outside the changing rooms and the big slide is just up the path from there." "What's Rucco?" I asked. But Vic was already pointing to the water bottles of energy drink. "It's that stuff that you've got to drink there." Anya said. "Oh and one other thing. You're going to get sunburned today, I expected that, that's why I had them bring you some of that Rucco, so drink plenty today. Any of the girls will lend you their spare bottle if you ask. So don't worry about it, just remember to drink loads. The shops will give you some, it's free to staff." "Okay, thanks." "Enjoy yourself Sarah." Vic looked at me for a second then she smiled, handing me one of the bottles. I took a long drink. It tasted a lot like Lucozade but it was more fruity. "If you want," Vic said. "I've got a belt here you can use so you can carry them around with you." "Nah, I'll be okay." I said, unsure how I'd look with a belt on. I didn't even realise it myself, but I was almost comfortable with my new body. The shock of the change had all but worn off, now everything felt as simple as it had before. I had yet to make the minor points known to myself, but things were looking up. "You want me to keep this contract here for you?" Vicki asked. I knew just then that I wanted to sign that contract now. I wanted this, it was so natural, so friendly that there was no way I could go back to England and be Steve again. I couldn't continue being him any more. It was partly that I knew I'd always wonder what would have been if I chose to refuse this opportunity, but I knew that anyway, ever since I'd decided to get on the plane back home. No, the majority of my decision was evident that in the hours and hours I'd spent practicing my writing skills, in all that time I had described myself becoming a girl. In one way or another, that was the main, recurring theme in my scripts. I may have written about it from the third person view, but those stories were always conceived with the main character sharing some, if not all of my characteristics and then changing. Steve wanted to be Sarah. That's what it came down to. So I don't think I really had a choice to make. There was no way that I could not sign it now. But I decided, to pass on my judgement until later on. I must not be rash in this, I needed to consider everything. If I found some flaw in my logic, some obtrusive factor, which I hadn't considered then there might be cause for regret and I didn't want to regret it. I remembered from the map that there were twenty three water rides in the park, not counting the other swimming pools and such. When I had gone on all the rides, I would come back and sign. So when the next float came along, I jumped into it and waved Vicki goodbye. *** The ride was smooth enough except for a couple of places where the ride sloped. It was a lazy ride, which I'd seen a lot of people eating as they got on or off the ride. I took the moments I had alone to look myself over. I mean from Steve's point of view. I guess I was pretty well equipped. My legs were slender and very attractive, my form neat and without fat. I remembered the picture the mirror had presented me. I had been athletic, but not muscley. 'A Russian gymnast' Jane had called me. I could see the reasoning if I looked from Steve's point of view. I took a long drink on the single water bottle Vicki had given me. I kind of felt contented. The sun was warm, reminding me of our trips to southern France. I could feel the warmth in place I never had done before. I had always been a shirt and shorts guy, never just shorts unless swimming. I guess even as a guy, that had been strange. I'd written a lot of stuff, invented a lot of things which were quite embarrassing looking back on them. But they were developing a talent I suppose, giving a voice to my thoughts, presenting me with ulterior idealism which was all my own. It's amazing how clear things can become if you think about them enough. The next station was coming up now and I knew I had to get off. This was where I stopped. I waved to the attendant who smiled and waved back, even though she was way out of hearing range I spoke, knowing the microwave could carry the sound. I didn't know that the others had to switch theirs on and that my own had been put on constant short range broadcast by Anya. "Can you let me off here?" I asked. She pressed her ear and said, "Sure Sarah." She offered me her hand when I got out of the boat and I took it. More or less instantly someone from the queue took my place in the float. "I'm Erica." She said. "I know how corny it sounds but I think your accent is so cool." I grinned, I knew I'd never hear the end of it about my accent, but I guess I'd get used to it. In truth I was already beginning to. I was back at the entrance to the park now and to my surprise I saw a few boys in the queues at the gate, which was virtually across from us. There were only four and they were surrounded by giggling girls. Erica saw where I was looking immediately and grinned. "It's not an exclusive park." She whispered. "Those boys will get the shock you went through earlier. Go and follow them, Anya's grandmother is kind of sneaky about boys like this. She lets them in and they don't change all at once like she does for the few of you who are, y'know..." Erica brought up the next float and a few more girls got into it. I realised she was deliberately blunting the conversation around the punters. I took the hint immediately. "She doesn't?" "With them, they'll be in the water before they realise it." She said smiling mischievously. As I left the ride, the guys were just talking to Anya at the gate. The shop, which Anya had told me about, was nearby, between the changing rooms and I walked across to it. Watching the guys all the way who had noticed me staring at them. I realise what an idiot I was being watching them like that. "Hello Sarah." Jane said from the shop. I turned, seeing her for the first time. "Er...Hi Jane." Jane's eyes flicked upwards and I noticed a directional mirror up there, she could see the boys approaching now. "Oh..." She said, seeing what I was doing. She handed me another of those bottles and took the one I had which was nearly empty anyway. "Remember to keep drinking Sarah." "Looks like you made an impression. I think they're coming over." There weren't many girls around in that part of the park, most of the people who entered went straight on to the changing rooms and then off into the park itself. There was the queue at the float ride, but that was all. I took a drink and waited, surprised at my own courage. But then, I guess I did feel bolder, my guess is it was something to do with the feeling of nakedness I'd got first off. The guys approached the counter and looked over the menus. I just pretended to lean on the counter, looking out over the park as I drank the Rucco. I couldn't stop thinking about what I was doing though, it was sort of thrilling that these guys were eying me up and they were, I just took pains not to notice. "What can I get you?" Jane asked, starting the conversation, the menu wasn't that expansive. I turned, deliberately and caught a sandy haired guy looking right at my face. He had beautiful blue eyes. I wondered why I'd thought that, his hair wasn't a particular colour that I hadn't seen before, nor were his eyes. But then, I guess it could be the conjunction of the two features, which made the connection in my mind. He was clearly a lot braver than I was because he spoke then, avoiding the awkward silence. "Hi." "Hello." I said, taking another drink. "New to the park?" Jane asked. I was glad she'd chosen to interrupt, I'm not sure how ready I was to meet a guy yet. Everyone turned to her. The boys nodded. "Remember to shower before using the facilities." Jane said. "Yeah," Said one of the others. "We know already. Like the woman on the gate said it like a million times." The sandy haired guy turned back to me and I saw his eyes flicking down to the logo on my chest. "You're staff?" He asked. I nodded my head. "Just started actually." "Oh, you're English too..." He said. But one of the guys grabbed his arm then, Jane having given them some drinks. I hadn't even noticed the others ordering. "Come on Romeo." He said. The sandy haired guy turned back as he started backing after his mates. "What's your name?" He said. I couldn't help it, I smiled. "It's Sarah." I said. "Nice to meet you Sarah. I'm Matt." He winked and turned to follow his mates. Jane waited until they were inside the building before she started laughing. I had to smile, I saw the funny side of it as well. After a moment Jane leant down next to me. "You mind if I give you some advice Sarah?" "Go ahead." I said, turning around to face her. "Get his phone number when he's coming out. That guy was cute." She said. "And he was all but drooling over you." She paused. "I guess I'm not the best person to tell you what to do with your love life, but everyone's got to have one. I'm married to Anya as you know and I've neve