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"Hey Mike," Mary greeted her brother as she walked into their kitchen with her new friends, Diane and Kathy. She sniffed at the spicy chicken fried rice he had just finished making for dinner. "Something smells good," she added, looking at the wok containing dinner, obviously wanting a plate herself. Her tone of voice was unmistakable, and predictable. "You know, sis, one of these days, I'm gonna say no. Then what would you do?" Why, I'd starve, little brother," Mary said, smiling at him as she grabbed three plates out of the cupboard, and set them on the counter. "I'm not your little brother. You're older than me by exactly twenty- eight minutes, so enough with the 'little brother'," Mike said exasperated as Diane and Karen giggled in the background. "Explain something to me," Mike went on, ignoring her as she reached around him to start scooping fried rice onto a plate. "How is it that I ride the bus home from school, and you catch a ride with Diane in her car, yet I still beat you home by half an hour every day? How is it that you time your arrival so that you walk in just as I've finished cooking MY dinner?" Mary smiled a smug grin, while handing the first plate to Karen. "Ok, to answer your questions in order. First, those twenty-eight minutes means you will ALWAYS be my little brother, little brother, no matter how 'big' you get. Second, While you're on the bus, we're busy talking with all the cool people at school. Third, it's intentional." Diane and Karen, laughed, and nodded. Mary handed Diane a plate, and took one last scoop for herself, as Diane and Karen sat down at the table. Mike just sighed as he took the remaining fried rice and put it on his plate. He should be used to it by now. Twin or not, Mary always had a much easier time at making friends than he did. At least he sometimes got to hang out with her friends. He'd intentionally made enough for four. 'I'm not the only predictable one in the family,' he thought, smiling to himself. "Oh, my God," Diane said, chewing her first bite. "This is incredible." "Yeah, Mike," Karen said, talking with her mouth full. "Someday you're gonna make some girl a great wife." The moment she said it, she knew she'd hit a nerve, probably by the look on Mike's face. He was small for sixteen, and his narrow ribs and thin arms made him look very effeminate. It was another reason he hated being called 'little brother' by Mary. He was smaller. It unfortunately made him a target for every bully at his new school. Karen felt sorry for him. "Sorry Mike, I was just trying to compliment you on your cooking. I didn't mean to be mean, ok?" Diane slapped Karen on the arm in mock punishment. "Mike, you're a really great cook was all she meant. You really are, by the way." Mike shrugged his shoulders like the 'wife' comment hadn't stung as much as it had. "Don't worry about it. That's why I do all the cooking when mom's away on her writing assignments. If Mary'd cooked, we might all be poisoned by now." "You know," Karen said after putting another forkful of rice in her mouth and pointing the fork at Mary. "We know about this water park just up the coast a bit. It's really good. We were thinking about going tomorrow. Whaddya say Mary, wanna go with?" "I'm so there," Mary said, obviously thrilled by the idea. Having grown up in farm country, neither Mike nor Mary had ever been to any kind of water park, so Mike didn't blame her for being excited. Problem was, he wanted to go too. "So is the offer just for Mary, or is it ok if I come too?" Mike asked, blatantly soliciting an invite of his own. They'd only moved into town three months ago, right after their father's death in Iraq. Since Mike hadn't made any friends, the girls sometimes let him tag along with them. Mary looked at Mike. He could tell she wasn't gonna fight for him to go if Diane or Karen said no. Diane and Karen looked at each other. Something unsaid passed between them, and they smiled. "Sure Mike," Diane said. "If you're sure you want to go, then I have no problem with it. How about you, Karen, do you think Mike should go?" "Mike should definitely go," Karen said, almost laughing for some reason. Mary seemed as confused as Mike by their behavior, but he could tell she was glad they'd agreed to let him go. For Mike's part, he was ecstatic. They turned to Mary. "We'll be here at eight thirty tomorrow morning, ok. Be ready." They looked at Mike. "Both of you." "Sure thing," both said in unison. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When the doorbell rang the next morning, both Mary and Mike were ready. He'd packed his bathing suit, sunscreen, and sandals in a bag. He didn't know how much it cost for the park, so he'd taken $75 out of the old tackle box he used as a safe. He figured that should be more than enough for the park, and any food and drinks he might want during the day. He was putting money in there from any odd jobs he got, saving up for a car. Still, he'd occasionally dipped into it to go out to the movies, or out with friends, not that he had any here. He had his license, but until he had a car of his own, he had to borrow his mom's car when he wanted to drive anywhere. His mom's Honda Civic was in the driveway, but Mike and Mary weren't allowed to drive it while she was gone, except for emergencies. "Ready to go?" Diane asked when Mary opened the door. Mike and Mary both nodded, and grabbed their stuff. Mary's bag dwarfed Mike's. It looked like Mary had packed for a weekend trip. "What's this place called where we're going," Mary asked as she threw her stuff in Diane's trunk. Karen spoke up from the back seat. "It's called Bikini Beach." "I like the sound of that," Mike said, trying to be as much a guy as he could. Honestly, going to a water park called Bikini Beach with three really pretty girls (even if one was his sister) was just what he needed to feel like he wasn't a total waste of testosterone. The look on Diane's face as she closed the trunk could only be described as mischievous. Mike didn't know what they were up to, if they were up to anything, but he trusted Mary not to let them do anything mean. Besides, he'd gotten to know the two of them pretty well, and was pretty sure they weren't the kind of people to do something to hurt someone else for their own amusement. The four of them piled in the car in their usual places. Diane drove and Mary was in the other front seat, mainly because she was the tallest. She was taller than Mike by four and a half inches, and taller than Karen by six. Karen and Mike sat in the back. Karen was already wearing her bikini top, and a pair of shorts. The other three were still in t-shirts, and shorts. The drive was uneventful. The three of them talking about things like working on their tan, what makeup would look good on them once they tanned, that sort of thing. Mainly Mike tuned them out, paying attention on how to get here so he could find his way there again if it was really cool. That is, once he got his car. When they pulled in, Mike was surprised how many cars were already there. They found a spot, and got their stuff out of the trunk. As they walked towards the gate, Mike noticed something strange. All of the other people walking into the park were girls. He seemed to be the only guy. When they finally got to the front of the line at the ticket booth, Mike walked up to the window. A pretty brunette a few years older than him sat behind the window patiently. "Hello, welcome to Bikini Beach, may I help you?" "Yes, I'd like a ticket please," Mike said. "I'm afraid this is a private park. We don't sell tickets, but I do have some passes for sale. Would you like one?" "Yes, please, how much are the passes?" "Well, that depends on the length of the pass. We have one day passes, weekend passes, seasonal passes, even lifetime passes." "Ummm. Just a one day pass." The girl told him the price, and although it seemed a little high, he'd brought more than enough. "Ok, here you go," he said, passing her the money. She handed him his change, and the pass. "Enjoy your stay," the girl said. "Thank you," Mike said, and headed towards Diane and Karen, who were waiting patiently for them. Mary stepped up to the window right after him. The two girls looked at Mike's pass. "Just a one-day?" Mike looked at his pass, and nodded. "Yeah, I figured if it's really cool, I can get a season pass next year." Karen looked at Diane, "Pity, the season pass is cheaper if you come enough. The lifetime pass winds up the cheapest of all." They both held up their lifetime passes. "Yeah, I guess so," Mike said. He'd reserve judgment until he saw how good the park was. Mary walked up, waving her own one-day pass. "Go easy on him Karen, I only got a one day pass, too." The four of them walked through the turnstiles, and into the park. The three girls went into the girl's locker room, while Mike headed for the men's locker room. When he walked in, the first thing he saw was a big sign on the wall reminding all visitors to shower before entering the park due to Health Department regulations. Also, he noticed it was empty. He wondered why he was the only guy here, but thanked his lucky stars, since he was not exactly muscular. He was actually embarrassed about his physique, or lack thereof. He stripped quickly, putting his clothes and sneakers into a locker, and then quickly put on his bathing suit, before someone else came in. He stuck his towel in the locker, and locked it up. When he had the key safely secure in the bathing suit's pocket, he headed for the shower stalls around the corner, hoping the water wouldn't be ice cold. Stepping into the shower, Mike was glad the water didn't feel too cold. He decided that a good all over rinsing would be the easiest. Besides, he figured it would help him get used to the water for the rides, too. He stepped under the water, and got his hair wet, and let it run down all over him. He rinsed and rubbed himself from head to toe, making sure he got good and wet. The water seemed to warm up as he rinsed, even feeling what could be described as invigorating, kind of like the old Coast soap commercials used to claim. With his eyes closed under the streaming water, he never noticed the slight pink mist rising from the water. By the time he'd turned the water off, he felt refreshed, even exuberant. He was ready for the park. Mike walked over to his locker, and pulled on the locker to make sure it was secure. As he did, he noticed what little hair he'd had on his arm was thinner, almost invisible. He looked at his other arm, and noticed the same thing was happening to it as well. Looking down, he noticed the hair on his legs was virtually gone. As he was considering this, he watched, first curious, and then horrified, as his feet shrank, becoming very much like his sisters feet. His legs also began to take on an even more girlish shape than they had before. Mike looked up at the mirror. As he watched, his chest began to sprout small, pert breasts. When they'd stopped growing, they were little more than an A-Cup, but very obvious nonetheless. His brown hair began to grow, looking thicker and longer by the second. Before long, it was down almost to his waist, and his face had changed subtly into a completely girlish look, his lips getting a little fuller, his brow and hairline shifting slightly. Then he felt it, a kind of vacuum feeling inside. He quickly dropped his bathing suit to watch as his last vestige of manhood shrank, slowly, getting pulled more and more inside, until with an almost audible 'pop' it inverted and became the beginning of a vagina. He quickly pulled up his bathing suit in an effort to hide what was happening, looking around to see if anyone else was seeing what was happening to him. The final straw that convinced him he was going mad was that -- as he looked back into the mirror and watched his transformation become complete -- his bathing suit began to change. It shrank to his new body dimensions, and changed color from the navy blue board shorts He'd put on, to a bright lime green bikini bottom. He stood there, momentarily catatonic, staring into the mirror, not knowing what to do as he looked at himself. It was definitely him, but not. He was a girl. He was hot. He couldn't go out like this. He couldn't stay here. He couldn't go home. He knew that his sister and their friends would be waiting for him outside. What could he do? As he was considering this, he caught a motion out of the corner of his eye, and looked up as an old woman walked into the locker room. What was she doing walking into the men's locker room? For that matter, he thought, what was HE doing in the men's locker room looking the way he looked? "I imagine you're wondering what's happened to you. Here at Bikini Beach..." the old woman began. "You're darned right I wanna know what's happened to me. I was just in the locker room changing, when, all of a sudden, I turned into a girl. What is going on here?" "If you stop interrupting, I'll explain," the old woman continued, sternly glaring at him, stopping any further questions. "As I was saying, only girls are allowed here at Bikini Beach. Since you bought a pass for the day, you've been transformed into a girl for the duration of the length of the pass plus a few hours. This way, all of my other guests are comfortable and free from ogling by men. In addition, you can feel included, and a part of the experience of Bikini Beach. Only you, your sister, and your friends will know that you were ever a boy named Michael. Everyone else will remember you as always having been Michelle." Michelle interrupted again. "Does this mean I'll change back after the membership expires? It's just a one-day membership. Why can't you change me back now? I promise I'll leave. Please." "Listen to me," The old woman continued waving her hand in a dismissive gesture. "You will remain female whether you stay in the park or not. You will not change back until several hours after the park closes today." "But my sister, Diane and Karen, they'll remember I'm really a guy?" The old woman nodded. "Yes, they will. I imagine they'll be very impressed by how you look now." Michelle thought about it. She was a girl no matter if she left or not. She could either stay with Mary, Diane, and Karen, or try to get them to take her home. She decided to make the best of it. She turned towards the door to the locker room. The old lady took hold of Michelle's arm as she started to turn away. "You might be needing this." She held out a bright lime green bikini top that perfectly matched Michelle's bikini bottom. Michelle took the top, and after struggling a little, got it on and hooked in the back. She looked at herself in the mirror again. She was definitely pretty. She walked out timidly, and saw Mary, Diane, and Karen waiting for him, the old woman right behind her. Mary saw Michelle and gasped, holding her hand to her mouth, shocked to see her, instead of a 'him'. Michelle looked at Mary. She'd seen the metallic blue bikini on her before, and was always surprised how pretty she looked in it. Diane and Karen had their backs to him, and both had on bikini's that left very little to the imagination. Diane's was a bright yellow, that accented her dark tan, and Karen's was a flower print that looked almost translucent. Next to theirs, Mary's was almost conservative. Michelle's bikini fell somewhere between them, showing a little more leg, a little more butt. Overall though, Mary, Diane and Karen were all so attractive, the bikinis looked great on the three of them. Diane and Karen turned around, and saw Michelle. They covered their mouths, laughing. Mike realized that somehow they had known this was going to happen. Just as Michelle opened her mouth to yell at them for not telling her what would happen, she felt the same hand on her shoulder again. "Relax and enjoy your stay at Bikini Beach," the old woman continued. "I think you'll find that it's easier than ever to feel like a part of the group. Just remember, you will stay this way for several hours after closing." Michelle looked over at Mary, Diane, and Karen. Diane and Karen were still staring at her with amused expressions on their faces as they talked to Mary. Mary, for her part had a look of amazement. Apparently Diane and Karen were explaining what had happened. Mary walked over to Michelle when they'd finished. "Michelle, come on. You can't change back anyway, so we can at least enjoy the park. Besides, It's not permanent. Actually it's kinda cool. I always wanted a little sister." Michelle gave her a dirty look, crinkling her nose, but a smile escaped anyway. "Still throwing those twenty-eight minutes at me?" Mary smiled warmly right back at her. "They're still there, aren't they?" She looked at Michelle closely. "We're twins, and I'll always be the oldest, even if we look a lot more alike now than we did yesterday." Mary looked out towards the park. "So, are you ready to come and have some fun with the rest of us?" Michelle had thought it over and had already decided she might as well enjoy the day. She'd already paid for the pass and was stuck as a girl for the day either way. "Yeah, ok, I'm coming." She turned to the old lady. "Ummm...I'm not sure thanks are in order, but thanks anyway." "You're welcome," the old woman said, smiling. "Don't worry Michelle, we do this for people more often than you'd think. Just relax, and have a good time." "I will, I promise," Michelle said as she and Mary headed towards Diane and Karen. The old lady waved to Michelle as Diane and Karen both hugged Michelle, letting her know that it hadn't been malicious. Mary told the others to wait a minute, and she dashed back into the women's locker room. She came back out holding a hair band, and quickly braided Michelle's long hair. "That should keep it from getting tangled much, and keep it out of your face," she said. "Thanks," Michelle said, looking at her reflection in a window. Her hair still went way down her back, though no longer down to her waist, and looked really nice. She had to admit she was definitely more attractive as a female. Diane and Karen were also looking at Michelle, an impressed look on their face. They were probably the four hottest girls in the park. At least they were as far as they were concerned. Michelle, Mary and their friends headed towards the rides, determined to spend the day having lots of fun. Before long, it was obvious turning Mike into a girl had somehow taken down a barrier between them. Michelle was now just part of the group. Even Mary had to admit that it was easier having Michelle as part of the group, and she occasionally even forgot that she was really Mike. Diane and Karen couldn't get over how cute Michelle was. They told her and Mary that they'd known when they'd first seen Mike and how effeminate he was, (Michelle cringed a little at the word) they had to get him here to see what kind of girl he'd turn into. Thinking about Diane and Karen's comment about wanting to see what kind of girl he'd turn into made Michelle wonder if they'd brought other guys here. She wondered how they'd known about the park and it's magic. Then, she thought about the lifetime passes that both Diane and Karen had. Michelle wondered briefly if maybe one or both of them hadn't always been their current gender. However, she couldn't think of a tactful way to ask them without the risk of offending them, so she decided not to ask. Michelle had to admit to them that she was having a blast. They spent most of first four hours, riding the rides in the South Seas Adventure section of the park. The only mishap came when she went down the pipeline, and lost her top. She wasn't the only one. Diane lost hers right after. It wasn't that big of a deal with no guys around, and even Diane wasn't the least bit concerned when she put her top back on, right in front of Michelle. The strange thing was, Michelle hardly noticed. They spent at least an hour floating around on the Old Man River inner tube ride, just floating around the park, talking about all kinds of stuff, including boys, and working on their tan. Michelle found herself a lot more interested in the conversation than usual, even talking about the boys at school, and how cute they were. Michelle realized that she could appreciate how boys looked now, and assumed that it was just part of the body she had now. However, there was no way she'd admit it to the others. She did however, joke about the guys, and how they acted. It was almost like she wasn't one of them anymore, and talked about it from the girl's point of view. She realized what she was doing when Diane and Karen looked at each other as Michelle talked about the boy's bathrooms, and started laughing. The last thing they did before the park closed was climb the Mountain Climb in the Junior Lifeguard section of the park. Surprisingly enough, Michelle was the best at it, until she explained to the others that you use your legs to climb, and only use your arms to keep your body upright. After that, everyone but Karen managed to get to the top. Karen had just jumped back into the water after climbing only half way. After that, they headed back towards the locker rooms. As she got the key from her bikini bottoms, Michelle remembered that the only clothes she had was what she'd worn in. They wouldn't really fit her now. The sneakers definitely wouldn't. "What am I supposed to wear home?" she asked her sister. "I don't think my clothes are going to fit me anymore." "Well, worst case scenario, you could just wear your t-shirt over your bathing suit," Mary said. Michelle just nodded and kept walking. It was a good idea. When they got to the locker rooms, Mary and the others headed for the women's locker room, and Michelle reluctantly went into the men's locker room alone. When she got to her locker, she inserted the key, opened it, and froze. Then she rechecked the locker number. What was in the locker was NOT what she'd put in there. There were girl's clothes instead. She pulled everything in the locker out. There were not only clothes, but also a purse. Inside the purse was a driver's license for Michelle, her remaining money, and her school ID card also with Michelle's picture. Somehow, all of this stuff had magically changed as well. It was hers now. She looked at the clothes. The shirt was a nice light blue sleeveless blouse with "I make boys cry" on the front, and a jeans skirt that seemed very short. Her old sneakers were gone, and in their place was a pair of sandals that flashed along the strap whenever she took a step. She noticed that there was a cotton sky-blue thong, but no matching bra. She remembered that Karen had not worn a shirt at all, and had worn her bikini top instead. Michelle didn't think she was ready for that. She wondered if Diane and Mary had worn their bikini top's under their shirt, or if they had bra's to change into. Michelle decided that a dry shirt with no bra was preferable to a wet bikini top making her shirt wet too. She took off her bikini top, and looked at herself in the mirror again. She'd understandably forgotten her sunscreen and her skin was pink where she'd gotten too much sun. Michelle stepped into the thong and pulled it up and around her waist, feeling the back pull up between her butt cheeks. It was a little uncomfortable with the string in her butt crack, plus the disconcerting fact that there was nothing to position in the front. Turning around and looking over her shoulder in the mirror, she admitted to herself that it looked nice. She then picked up the skirt and put it on too. It seemed really short to her, showing almost as much leg as the bikini did. When she put on the shirt, it fit kind of tight. She realized that, thankfully, she didn't need a bra too much just yet, although her nipples did cast a shadow when the light hit her shirt at just the right angle. When she came out, Mary was somewhat surprised to hear about the changed clothes, but Diane and Karen took it in stride, knowing it would happen. They laughed at the saying on the shirt as they headed for the car like four old friends. The drive home was lots of fun, talking about the different rides they'd ridden, and even Michelle joked about how easily she'd begun to display female mannerisms. When they'd gotten to the car, Mary had take out Michelle's braid, and Michelle had finger combed out her hair, and done a hair flip, not even thinking. When they pointed out to her what she had done, they all laughed. Michelle assumed it had something to do with the transformation, so she wasn't too concerned about it. Then, Diane suggested having a slumber party. Karen quickly said what a great idea it was. Michelle was all for it too. She hadn't felt like she'd had friends in so long, that she didn't want the day to end so quickly. Mary was a little concerned. Michelle was a girl now, but still, inside somewhere was her brother Mike. She didn't know if she really wanted to have a slumber party with Mike, no matter how she looked now. Karen and Diane, though, pushed her. Finally, after seeing the pleading look on Michelle's face, Mary relented. It was getting harder and harder to think of Michelle as a boy anyway. Diane dropped the two of them off at their house. They had decided that, since two of the four lived here anyway, and since their mother wouldn't be home, that this would be the perfect place to have the sleepover. Diane and Karen left to go get their stuff, as Mary and Michelle began cleaning up a little. It wasn't that dirty, but they did pick up the living room, and cleaned the kitchen so they could cook later. When the downstairs was clean, Michelle went up to her room, and got quite a shock. The whole room had changed. It wasn't a boy's room any more, but a girl's, complete with frilly bedspreads, pictures of rap artists on the walls, and a vanity where the computer desk used to be. Instead, she had a laptop on the top of her dresser. When she was Mike, the computer was what she did instead of hanging out with non-existent friends. "Maybe Michelle is more popular," she thought to herself as she turned it on. When the computer booted up, Michelle was surprised to see multiple chat program icons, and judging by the number of people on the friends list, Michelle was not only 'popular', she was 'very popular'. She was glad to see that all of her old programs were there as well. She'd have hated to lose the applications she used to help her with her homework. Michelle spent the next hour inventorying her room, learning what stuff was there. It was kind of like rummaging through someone else's room, except that it wasn't someone else's, it was hers. She stripped off the clothes she'd worn back from the park, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was definitely cute. There was a resemblance to the old Mike, but she was different. The features fitted, and looked a lot better on her. Looking at the tan line she'd gotten, especially on top, she hoped it would change when she changed back into a guy. Otherwise there would definitely be questions. She took the money, and went to put her change back in the tackle box. It was no longer there. She looked around and saw a jewelry box on her dresser. She opened it, and there was her money, along with a bunch of very pretty jewelry. She got changed into a simple pair of soft white cotton shorts, and a pink blouse with spaghetti straps. It was a lot thinner than the other blouse, and she could see the profile of her nipples poking against the material. She decided that it didn't matter that much, and so didn't bother trying to put on one of the bras she'd found in her dresser. She'd seen several different types of what looked like sleeping clothes, but she wasn't sure which ones to pick, so she didn't pull any out. Maybe Mary would help her pick some later. Michelle sat down at the vanity that was now in a corner of her and began properly combing out her hair before it got too tangled. Then, when she'd gotten the worst of the tangles out, she brushed out her hair the rest of the way like she'd watched Mary do plenty of times, using the blow dryer to dry her hair the rest of the way. She smiled in the mirror. "I never thought I'd have hair longer than Mary's." Just as she was finishing, she heard the doorbell ring. She got up and headed downstairs to greet Diane and Karen. This was going to be a lot of fun. Michelle bounded down the stairs, two at a time. When she got to the bottom, she saw Diane and Karen coming in, each with a huge backpack that looked to be bulging at the seams. She had thought Mary had packed a lot for the water park. Now, it looked like Diane and Karen were moving in. They dropped their stuff by the front door, and then came over to Michelle, looking her over. "I love the outfit," Diane said, turning Michelle around. "It really looks good on you." "Yeah," Karen said nodding enthusiastically. "But, hey, let's go ahead and change into our pajamas. Anyone wanna give Michelle a makeover?" Michelle looked at Mary and Diane who both grinned widely at the suggestion. Michelle wasn't too sure about it. "Come on, Michelle; it'll be fun," Diane said, picking up her backpack. "It really will," Mary said, picking up Karen's backpack, and handing it to Karen. "I promise." Michelle really was willing to do anything to be included in the group, and so gave in. "Hey," she thought, "It might even be fun." They all went upstairs. Michelle and Mary went into Michelle's room, and got what makeup was on her vanity, and the makeup kit in her purse. Then, they went back to Mary's room. When Mary opened the door, she saw Diane and Karen both stripped down to nothing but their panties, changing. Karen had a cute pair of pajamas with baby doll shorts and a crop top in her hand, and Diane had a babydoll with matching panties laid out on the bed. Michelle walked in around Mary, and it almost seemed to Mary that they were trying to get a reaction out of Michelle. Michelle barely looked at Diane or Karen, instead looking at the outfit on the bed. Mary was surprised. They didn't seem to care if Michelle saw them naked or not, and Michelle didn't seem to care either. Mary wondered if Michelle had become more like a girl than just having a body modification. Michelle, for her part, intentionally didn't look at Diane or Karen much while they were nude. Although she was very curious about how they looked, she also didn't want to alienate them by staring. She noticed the see-through babydoll on the bed and the cute little outfit in Karen's hand, and she decided that complimenting them would be a safe thing to do. "This is really cute," Michelle said, picking up the babydoll for a closer look. "It's kinda see-through, though." Michelle set it back on the bed and looked up at Karen, "Karen, I really like your pajama's too. They're adorable." "Thanks," Karen and Diane both said in unison, looking at her, then each other. They got their pajamas on, and Karen sat down on the bed while Diane walked over to Michelle. "Where's your pajamas," Diane asked Michelle. "I'm not sure what to wear," Michelle said, shrugging her shoulders. Diane took her by the hand. "Lets go see what we can find, ok," she said, and then pulled Michelle to the door. "Be right back," she said to Karen and Mary. Pushing Michelle through the door, Diane said, "I wanna see your room anyway. Did it change like your clothes?" Michelle didn't answer, but instead, walked over to her door, and pushed it open. "Well," Diane said, looking in, "I certainly hope the answer is yes. This is definitely not a boy's room." Michelle just shrugged, as they walked in. Diane looked at the vanity. Taped to the mirror were several pictures, some of the four of them, and a few boys she knew from school. Besides the new vanity, Michelle's bed now had a cloth canopy. Her walls were painted lilac, with frilly white curtains on the windows. The bedspread was white with lilacs that matched the color of the walls. Posters of boy bands were pinned on two walls. The closet door was partly opened, and Diane could see three or four dresses, and lots of blouses, skirts, and jeans on the metal pole. Looking down, she also saw a rack of women's shoes on the closet door. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After Diane and Michelle had left, Mary sat down next to Karen, who had finished changing into her babydoll. "Karen, did you and Diane intentionally get undressed so Michelle would see you?" Karen looked at her, and then grinning, nodded. "We wanted to see if he would stare, or act more like us. I guess when they changed him, they really changed him." Mary looked down at her feet; sad for a reason she couldn't begin to understand. Almost like she felt a sense of loss for her brother. "Yeah, I guess so," she said, and slipped off her panties. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Diane sat Michelle down on her bed. "Now, Michelle, lets see what we have to work with." Michelle pointed to the third drawer of her chest of drawers. She'd just looked through everything, and knew where her nightclothes were. Diane opened the drawer, and started rummaging through it. "We definitely have some cute things here," Diane said, pushing some flannel pajamas aside, in favor of the more sheer clothes below. After pulling several things out and looking at them, she apparently chose. "How about this," Diane said holding up a strapless sheer tube top, and matching bottoms. It looked just like what a genie would wear. "Put it on. I bet it looks adorable on you." Michelle stood up, and began to undress. By the time she'd finished, Diane was already going through her other drawers. She quickly picked out a pair of thong panties, and tossed them on top of the pile of clothes. Michelle put on the thong and the rest of the outfit, and stole a glance at herself in the mirror. She thought to herself that she might as well be nude. The outfit hid nothing. Not that it really mattered in a roomful of girls. "Oh, that's so cute," Diane said, spinning Michelle around for a closer look. Diane pushed all the drawers shut again and took Michelle by the hand, leading her back into Mary's room. When Michelle and Diane got back to Mary's room, Mary had already changed, and was wearing her cutest teddy and matching panties. Compared to what Michelle was wearing, it may as well have been a flannel nightgown. "At least Diane's is just as see through," Michelle thought, sitting down on the bed, more self-conscious than she'd expected to be. "Oh, no," Diane said, pulling Michelle right back to her feet. "That's not where you're sitting." Diane led Michelle over to Mary's vanity, and sat her down. Mary, Diane and Karen opened up their makeup kits, curlers, and such, and went to work. As they tried different things, they explained to Michelle what they were doing and why, and asked her opinion on whether she liked the look or not. Michelle soon felt like a guinea pig, losing count of how many times they styled her hair, and put on and took off makeup. By the time they had decided on different things and put them all together, Michelle had received what she felt was a complete education in makeup, and hairstyling. They enjoyed everything they could do with Michelle's long hair. Thanks to her flawless skin, when they were done with her makeup, she was absolutely beautiful. "I'm so jealous," Karen said, standing behind Michelle at the full- length mirror in Mary's room. Diane, standing next to her had to agree. Mary nodded too. They all had to admit that, of the four of them, Michelle was easily now the prettiest. Michelle looked at herself and mouthed 'wow'. When she'd first changed, she had to admit she was cute. Now, all made up, standing there in a sheer tube top and bottoms, she could be a model. Hell, she could be a centerfold. That is, if she wasn't only sixteen, and if she wasn't gonna change back before morning. They spent the rest of the evening making up the others, even letting Michelle give input, and try things, but none of their results compared with Michelle's. Despite Mary's misgivings earlier, she had to admit that they'd had no issues with Michelle being part of the group. Well, none other than maybe a little envy. When they'd finally gotten tired of making each other up, they took the makeup off, watching Michelle to make sure she did everything correctly. After watching so many times and doing it for the others a few times herself, it was almost second nature to her already. She changed from being beautiful, to merely very cute, looking more like the young girl she now was. Michelle was really tired, it had been an emotionally, as well as physically exhausting day. She didn't get the chance to rest right away because, just as she hopped up on the bed, she was blindsided by a pillow swung by Diane. Grinning widely, She picked up the first pillow she saw, and swung back, hitting Diane in the shoulder, but with enough force that Diane was knocked off balance, swinging her pillow wildly, connecting with Mary, by accident or not Michelle wasn't sure. It didn't take long before all four girls were in the pillow-fight of their lives. They were swinging the pillows as fast as they could, shrieking at the top of their lungs, laughing hysterically to the point that they couldn't even swing properly. Michelle gave better than she got, not due to any skill she'd learned as a boy, but merely because she'd been fortunate enough to grab two of Mary's five pillows, one in each hand, thereby effectively doubling her offensive capability. By the time they all collapsed on the bed, breathing hard, and giggling, any barriers between the other girls and Michelle were completely gone. Michelle realized she'd never been happier in her whole life. Karen lay there, legs dangling off the side of the bed, and suggested they play truth or dare. Michelle wasn't sure if she wanted too, mainly because her life up until that day had been more embarrassing than interesting. Still, she agreed when the other two did. She knew she would be the favorite target. By mutual consent, Karen got to go first. "Ok Michelle, truth or dare?" Michelle thought about it, and decided to go with truth. "Truth." "You've been a girl all day, and had some time alone after you got home. My question is, have you touched yourself or not." Mary and Diane laughed at the question, and at Michelle's blush. "No, I haven't," Michelle said truthfully. "Really," Karen said somewhat surprised. "If it had been me, I would have. You have no idea what you're missing." "Ok, my turn," Mary said, cutting off that line of thinking. "Karen, truth or dare?" "Dare," Karen said simply almost daringly back at Mary. Mary smiled. "I dare you to swim a lap in our pool, naked." "No problem," Karen said, standing up and stripping off her shorts and crop top. They all followed laughing as she went out the back door, and unceremoniously dove into the pool, and swam to the other end, and after an expert flip turn, swam back and got back out. "Ta Da," Karen said, arms above her head to the applause of the other three. Michelle realized that according to the original order, she was next. "Diane, truth or dare?" "Truth," Diane said without hesitation. "How far have you gone with a boy?" The other two stopped, and listened for the answer. "All the way," Diane said simply. Karen put her hand over her mouth, shocked. Mary look surprised too. Michelle also had to admit that she was surprised. She'd seen Diane flirt with guys, but didn't seem that interested in anyone special that Michelle had noticed. "Who was he?" Karen asked. "I won't tell," Diane shook her head. "I only have to answer your one question, no more unless I want to. I promised I wouldn't tell - not even you." "Aww, come on. I... we won't tell," Karen pleaded. After Diane just stared at her saying nothing, Karen sighed. "All right, be that way." She stuck her bottom lip out for a few seconds in an obviously funny pout, then chuckled. "Ok, now it's my turn," Diane said changing the subject. "Mary, truth or dare." "Truth," Mary said. "What..." Diane said, and then paused for effect. "...is your favorite way to Jill yourself?" Karen snorted with laughter. Michelle laughed too, as much because of the 'Jill' term, as because of the question itself. Mary looked extremely uncomfortable, but answered. "I ummm...like using the jets in the hot tub late at night after everyone's gone to bed." They both laughed and looked at Michelle who had a shocked look on her face. She wondered how Mary got away with it without waking her or their mom. This was definitely getting interesting. "Sounds like fun," Diane said, still laughing. "I agree," Karen said just as amused. They all looked over at the covered hot tub, each with their own thoughts. "My turn again," Karen said finally, breaking the silence. "Mary, truth or dare?" Mary had an idea what the dare would be if she said dare, so instead she said "Truth." "Bummer," Karen said, confirming what Mary suspected. "When was the last time you did it in the hot tub?" "Last night around midnight," Mary said, causing shocked laughter from the other three. "Ok, my turn now," Mary said, attempting to cut off the laughter successfully. "Diane, truth or dare?" "Dare," Diane said glancing again at the hot tub. She looked like she knew what dare was coming. "I dare you to get in the hot tub and jet jill." They all laughed as Diane started to strip. Karen and Michelle walked over to the hot tub, and took the top off while Mary went to start the jets. By the time the top was off, Diane was nude, and walked right up the steps, and then down into the hot tub. She half floated with her legs up and over the side, her pubis directly in front of one of the jets that had just come on. "Oh, this is amazing," Diane said, moaning, with the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth, and her eyes closed. She just sat there, moaning rhythmically as she floated. Suddenly she started moaning louder, and then suddenly screamed, and scrambled away from the jets, grunting out the last of her orgasm. "That was incredible," Diane said, panting, sitting on the chair opposite of the jet shed just rode. "It was so warm, and strong. God, it was just incredible." The other three were just staring at her, and then at the jets of the hot tub, again each in their own thoughts, wondering what it would feel like, Michelle wondering most of all. Finally, Michelle spoke up. "Ok, I guess it's my turn now. Mary," Michelle said, turning to Mary. "Truth or dare?" Mary considered saying dare, but at the last moment, decided on truth. "Truth." "How far have you gone with a boy - and who was he?" Mary looked distinctly uncomfortable, like she didn't want to answer, but then looked directly at Michelle. "I let Jeff feel me up the night before we left to come here." Michelle knew Jeff. He was Mary's old boyfriend that she had left back home. She didn't think Mary had been that serious with him. Diane cut in. "What exactly do you mean by "feel me up? We want details here." "Well," Mary said, deciding exactly what to say. "I let him put his finger in me, and he touched me until I finished." Michelle was shocked. Diane and Karen seemed shocked as well. "You mean," Karen began, "That you're still a virgin?" "Yeah, I guess so," Mary said. "Michelle, truth or dare," Diane cut in, eager to get her turn. Michelle suspected what the dare would be if she said dare. She also was curious to see what it felt like, and since Diane had already done it, it wouldn't be THAT big of a deal, would it?" "Dare," Michelle said, wondering if she was gonna regret it. Diane clapped her hands with glee. Karen and Mary also looked like they suspected what the dare was going to be, and were very interested. They weren't disappointed. "I dare you to get in the tub and jet jill too." Michelle realized the moment of truth was here. She stripped, and stepped into the hot tub. Diane held her hand to keep her from slipping, and she got in the same position that Diane had earlier. The jets were still on, and Michelle could feel the jets hitting the back of one leg, but when she settled down, the jet hit right on her clit, lifting up the little fold of skin above it, stimulating the clit directly. Shocks ran through Michelle, all the way down to her toes, which actually curled on their own. She arched her back, trying desperately to keep her head above water. The insistent sensation of the jets of water on her clit was obscuring rational thought, and she found that the best she could do was try to thrust her head upward and gasp for a breath. She realized that the female orgasm was completely different from a boy's. Orgasm as a guy is very localized, but this was more all encompassing, almost like she was on autopilot, not being able to move away if she wanted to. It was a kind of surrender. Suddenly, Michelle felt movement in the water, and looked to see Mary and Karen nude, getting into the hot tub for a closer look, and to help Diane make sure she didn't slip under the water. Michelle let them support her, and let her arms go limp. They'd begun shaking anyway. Not too much later when a second orgasm hit, it was like her whole brain short circuited, and exploded into a thousand pieces, as that feeling spread to her whole body. She felt like she was going to faint, and her throat constricted to the point she couldn't even breathe. She spasmodically tried to push herself away from the jet, but they were holding her in place, so she was forced to ride it as she orgasmed over and over again in quick succession. When they finally pulled her away, and she could eventually breathe again, she gasped for air, convulsing, not believing how good it had felt. Never had touching herself felt so good when she was a guy. Never. The others looked amazed at how strong her orgasm had been. Michelle could tell she was flushed, and her nipples hurt they were so hard. They helped her sit up, and they all stayed in the hot tub, which was fine with Michelle, since she wasn't sure she could climb out just yet anyway. By mutual decision they seemed to have given up the game of truth or dare. "So, Michelle, how was it," Diane asked, scooting up beside Michelle. "Is it better than as a boy? I'm guessing you have jerked off before, right?" Michelle nodded after a slight pause. "That was definitely the best it's ever been, that's for sure," Michelle said to the glee of the others. "I felt it from my scalp to my toes. It was like I exploded." Michelle turned to Mary. "How long have you been doing it in here? I'm surprised it never woke me up. My bedroom window is right there," she said, pointing to the second window away. "Well, for one thing, I'm very quiet for obvious reasons," Mary said to the laughter of everyone. "Besides, you and I both know you're a really heavy sleeper. I can only do it though when mom isn't home." "Ok," Diane spoke up. "We know I've done it, and we know Mary hasn't. I wanna know if the two of you have." Diane pointed at Michelle, and Karen in turn. Karen looked like she really didn't want to answer. "I well, ummm..." "Yeah, spit it out," Mary said smiling. "Ok, no, I haven't done anything but kiss," Karen said defiantly. "Not because I'm so against doing it, it's just that no one's ever made me want to, you know?" The others absorbed the information, nodding, and to Michelle's dread, all three girls turned to her. She decided to just tell the truth. "I've never even kissed a girl. Not for lack of trying." They all seemed to think that over. "Well," Diane said, putting her arm around Michelle. "You could get any guy you want looking like that." The others laughed, and Michelle had to laugh too. It was nice feeling attractive. It was just a shame that it had to end. Eventually, they got tired of the hot tub, and after getting out, picked up their clothes, and went inside. They got ready for bed, and before long they were all cuddled together in Mary's queen size, sleeping peacefully. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mike woke up in the bed with the girls still asleep. He was on the end, almost at the edge of the bed. He looked down at his skinny male body. He was wearing his old pair of boy's pajamas. He reached down and touched himself through his pajama bottoms. Everything was back. Somehow he didn't feel as happy about that as he thought he should. He snuck out, feeling more depressed than ever. He'd enjoyed being one of the girls so much, and now he was alone, separate again. He sat on his bed, depressed, and then looked on his dresser. There, where his purse used to be, was his wallet, and the ticket from yesterday. "Bikini Beach," Mike exclaimed. Maybe they could help him change back. They had lifetime passes. Maybe they could make it permanent. Mike got dressed, emptied out his bank, and grabbed the car keys on his way out. Mike tried his best to remember the way, and an hour later, he pulled into the parking lot. He walked up to the entrance. "Can I help you," a girl asked from inside the booth, and then looked closer at him. "Weren't you here yesterday?" "Yes. I met this old woman yesterday who sounded like she runs the place, and I was wondering if I could talk to her." "Stay here, I'll see if she's in," the girl said. She left the entrance booth and went into the office through a door from the parking lot. Anya went into the old woman's office quietly, not wanting to disturb her. "Yes, Anya? Is he here," the old woman asked, not even turning around to see who it was. "Yes, he's here, and he wants to talk to you." "Well, then, send him in. No need to keep him waiting." Anya went back, and then led Mike to the old woman's office. The old woman waved him to a chair, and continued doing what she was doing. Mike waited patiently, remembering how little the old woman enjoyed being interrupted from yesterday's conversation. Before too long, the old woman finished the paperwork she was working on, folded the piece of paper, put it in an envelope, sealed it, and then looked at Mike. "Yes," the old woman said, as if Mike had just walked in. "I don't know how to say this," Mike began, and then lapsed into silence. How could he admit to what he wanted? What would she think of him? "Well, you can't expect me to be a mind reader, now can you?" The old woman asked. Mike wasn't too sure. Considering what had happened to him yesterday, reading his mind didn't seem as farfetched as it might otherwise have been. "I was wondering if...if it would be possible to..." Mike dropped his head so he wouldn't have to look the old woman in the eye when making his next statement. "...make what happened to me yesterday permanent." "So...you would like to know if it was possible to be changed into a girl forever. You feel isolated as a boy, profoundly unhappy as a boy, and wonder if you should possibly have been a girl in the first place. How am I doing?" Mike realized that in the back of his mind, he was wondering the same thing. He was so small, so effeminate, and he was happier as a girl. He readily admitted to that. "Dead on," Mike admitted. "Is there anything you can do to help me?" "The question is not 'can you help me' but rather 'will' I help you. Are you sure, this is what you want? I can sell you a lifetime pass, which will effectively make the change permanent, but once the pass is activated, it cannot be changed, returned, or transferred. You won't ever be a male again." Mike realized it was like standing on the edge of a cliff. Once you jumped, no change of mind would stop your descent towards the ground. "I'm sure," he heard himself say. The old woman took the envelope she'd just sealed, and pushed it across the desk to him. "Open it," she said. Mike opened the envelope. Inside was a gold-colored lifetime pass, and a receipt for about half of the money he'd brought with him. Mike counted out the money, and gave it to the old woman. The old lady took the money, and put it in a lockbox. "Now, take the pass, and go shower in the men's locker room just like yesterday. You can stay and enjoy the park afterwards, or go home. Either way, once you take the shower, you will be, forever more, the girl you were yesterday." "Thank you so very much," Mike said standing up, and shaking the old woman's hand. He left the office, and went quickly to the shower. He stripped, put on his bathing suit, and got in the shower, rinsing thoroughly just like yesterday. He got out, and went to the mirror. He was elated when he saw the changes start. When Michelle was thoroughly female again, she went back to her locker. She wasn't at all surprised to see the changed clothes, and purse. She got dressed in the clothes she'd found, and left the park, waving at Anya as she did. Anya walked back into the office, and into the old woman's office. She sat down in the same chair Mike had sat down in earlier. "You want to know if I knew yesterday that this would happen," the old woman said, looking at Anya from behind a stack of papers." "Yes," Anya said. Just once she'd like to surprise the old woman by what she was thinking. The old woman just looked at her for what seemed like a minute, and then an enigmatic smile crossed her face. Then she looked back down to the papers on her desk, and continued reading. After a minute, Anya realized that the only answer she would get was that smile, so she got up, and walked out, amazed again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Michelle pulled back into the drive. Diane's car was still there. She opened the door to find Diane, Karen, and Mary in the living room, still in their respective sleepwear from the previous evening. "Where'd you go," Mary asked Michelle. "You know if I tell mom you took the car you'll be in trouble." "I had somewhere I had to go," Michelle said, amazed that they hadn't mentioned that she was still a girl. They'd heard the old woman yesterday say he would change back. "Well, don't do it again, ok," Mary said, and then seemed to lighten her mood. "We're going to the mall. We were all about to get ready. Did you wanna go with us?" "Sure," Michelle said, happy to be included. "Diane says there's a guy at the Sun Glasses shop that is gorgeous," Karen said, standing up, and heading down the hallway towards Mary's room. Michelle suddenly realized that there were some things she hadn't considered when she made the decision to become a girl. She thought about it, and realized that the aversion she should have felt simply wasn't there. That part of her had changed, and when she thought back on it, had changed yesterday as well. She decided there must be some physical component to attraction. She hoped she could get used to it. She realized she looked forward to getting used to it. The other girls changed while Michelle made herself some breakfast. By the time she had put the dishes in the sink, the others had bounded down the stairs, fully dressed and ready to go, waiting on her. She walked over to the door as Diane and Karen walked outside. "What do you think," Michelle asked Mary as they stood by the door." "About what?" Mary asked, a slightly confused look on her face. "About how I look. You know, the change." Mary still looked confused. "Oh, the makeover. Well, a lot of it washed off in the hot tub and you took the rest off before going to bed last night, so it's not really that noticeable any more." Mary looked at Michelle closer. "Why is your hair damp? You didn't take a shower this morning, it was dry when I went in." Mary suddenly realized that Mary, Diane, and Karen didn't remember her as being a boy anymore. The old woman had not only made the change permanent, but she'd made it retroactive. She was willing to bet that no one but her, and the old lady remembered her as a boy. Michelle smiled, and gave Mary a big hug, then skipped to the car, thrilled with her new life being just one of the girls.