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Jenny's Family ElrodW Jenny, Melinda, and Natalya have a new set of challenges as they adjust to being a somewhat unconventional 'family'. On top of that, Melinda and Jenny start to encounter some friction, since their work and school lives are diverging. Natalya is starting to feel - and act - more like a girl, including noticing boys. And there's a friend of Melinda's that is causing consternation to Jenny. Note: This is the fifth in a series about Jenny, Melinda, and Natalya. In order, the other four stories are: Bikini Beach: The Handyman, Bikini Beach: The Sub, Bikini Beach: Dear Jenny, Bikini Beach: Cousin Trouble. Also note that this story has no direct transformations, but does deal with the affects the changes have had on the three main characters as they adjust to new lives. ********** Jenny's Family This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. Jenny paced nervously back and forth near the security exit at the airport. She paused long enough at one end to glance at the flight status board, and confirm that a flight had indeed landed, and thus, the passengers would be debarking. She glanced past the security checkpoint, looking, but in the scurrying mob of passengers coming and going, she didn't see who she was looking for. She frowned - why did it seem so busy today? "Would you calm down a bit?" Natalya said as Jenny paced past the chair where Natalya was sitting, playing games or texting on her smartphone. "Her plane landed safely. She'll be here in a little bit." "Aren't you at least a little excited to meet her finally?" Jenny asked, sounding a bit crass. She'd been doing nothing but talk about Melinda's imminent arrival for the past few days. Natalya shrugged. "I guess," she answered noncommittally as she continued to text her friends. Jenny winced. She was terribly afraid that Natalya was going to see Melinda as competition for Jenny's time, and wasn't going to give Melinda a chance. Natalya's reaction seemed to confirm that. Jenny glanced one more time past the security point, and then turned to Natalya to try to talk to her. But she'd seen something, and did a double-take. She thought she saw Melinda walking toward the security exit, and - Jenny frowned - walking with a guy. She looked again. It _was_ Melinda - and she was with a guy. From Melinda's expression, it was obvious that Melinda was quite happy, and smiling as she talked to the guy. While Jenny continued to watch, Melinda gave the guy a quick hug, and then turned toward the security exit, while the guy went toward the restrooms. Jenny felt her heart race as Melinda walked toward her. She could see her lover scanning the crowd, and when she saw Jenny, Melinda's smile was brighter than the sun. Dragging her carry-on roller bag, she raced through the exit toward Jenny, beaming with happiness. A step from Jenny, Melinda let go of her bag, allowing it to drop on the floor, as she reached out with both arms to wrap Jenny in an enthusiastic embrace. Melinda's lips sought Jenny's, and she passionately kissed her lover. "Sheesh," Natalya commented acidly, "you two are making a scene! This is embarrassing." "I don't care," Melinda commented to Natalya between kisses. "I missed you so much," she purred to Jenny as she reveled in the hug and kisses. Her eyes were watering from her joy. "And I missed you," Jenny replied, equally enthusiastic. She let her arms drop until she caught Melinda's hands, and then leaned back slightly. "Look at you!" she said. "You look ... better than I remembered!" Melinda grinned. She was wearing a pretty and very fashionable dress, probably the only passenger on her flight that was dressed up. Her sunglasses were atop her head, and her hair was done in a French braid. Triple-hoop earrings dangled from her ear, and from the embrace, Jenny knew that Melinda was wearing a new perfume. "You're ... beautiful," Jenny said, sounding awestruck. "That's a very pretty dress, but you didn't have to dress up for me." "Yes, I did," Melinda rebutted with a smile. "I wanted to look my best for you." "You do," Jenny smiled. She wrapped her arm around Melinda's waist as she turned toward Natalya. The girl was still focused on her smartphone. "I'd like you to meet Natalya, my cousin." Melinda stepped forward, her hand outstretched. "I'm pleased to meet you," she said warmly. "I've heard so much about you." Natalya looked up from her phone as she took Melinda's hand. "I've heard a lot about you, too," she said. "Mostly all the kissy-kissy stuff you two were always Skyping." Jenny frowned, but Melinda laughed off the girl's comment. "What did you expect?" she asked with a smile. "We love each other. Did you think we would end our calls with something like, 'Sincerely,' or 'Most cordially yours,' or something like that?" Natalya looked at Melinda as if she wasn't quite sure how to take this newcomer. Melinda knew that she was being evaluated by the young lady in everything that she said and did, and that she _had_ to make a good impression. "Your outfit is so cute," Jenny changed the subject. "It's new, isn't it?" "Yeah," Melinda spun, showing off the dress with a carefree spirit. "Monique and Nichole helped me pick it out in Paris last weekend." "Monique and Nichole?" Jenny didn't sound reassured. If anything, she sounded a bit suspicious - or jealous. "They're two French girls who were in the program," Melinda explained. "They talked me into going to Paris with them for the weekend to do some shopping." She grinned. "Actually, it wasn't that hard to talk me into going with them." "It sounds like the program was pretty well attended and pretty diverse," Jenny observed. There was a hint of something in her tone that sounded like she wasn't totally pleased. "It was very international," Melinda explained. "It was a lot of fun." "I'm glad you had a good time." Jenny definitely sounded envious, and perhaps a little hurt. Melinda noticed. "But the best part," she said as she turned to Jenny and put her arms around Jenny's waist, "is coming home to you." She leaned forward and kissed Jenny again, slowly and passionately, trying her best to demonstrate to Jenny that her heart still belonged to the red-headed mechanic from Bikini Beach. ********** As the trio, Jenny, Melinda, and Natalya, stepped into the elevator, Melinda could barely contain herself. "So, what's this big surprise you've got for me?" she asked. Natalya was pulling Melinda's large suitcase, and Jenny was carrying a smaller one, leaving Melinda with only a carry-on bag in hand. Jenny exchanged a knowing glance with Natalya, and then smiled at Melinda. "You'll see." She turned, blocking the control panel, as she pushed the button for her floor, and then turned back, positioning her body so Melinda couldn't see. Jenny grinned. "You have to promise to keep your eyes shut." Melinda frowned. "But ..." "No buts," Jenny scolded her. "Hurry up and promise me!" She was watching the elevator's progress on the light panel. "Okay, okay," Melinda gave in. "I'll keep my eyes shut." Jenny grinned. "And I promise that you'll be very surprised." As soon as the elevator stopped, Melinda closed her eyes. Jenny took her hand, and the trio walked slowly down the hall, with Jenny guiding Melinda, and Natalya following, towing the large suitcase. When Melinda felt Jenny stop, she knew they had to be near the apartment. She was genuinely baffled by what Natalya and Jenny had planned. She knew something felt wrong - it was as if they'd taken a wrong turn in the condo. Then again, she reassured herself, she'd gotten used to the dorm in Europe for the last three months. Melinda resisted the urge to open her eyes as she heard Jenny's key in the lock. The sound of the door opening seemed magnified, since it was one of her senses that wasn't blocked. Once again, Jenny walked forward, and Melinda followed inside, until Jenny stopped again. "Okay," Jenny said gleefully, "open your eyes." Melinda warily opened her eyes, but then, she couldn't help gasping in surprise as her eyes opened wide. "What ...?" she stammered. "This isn't ...." "Surprise! It's our new condo," Jenny announced proudly. Melinda let go of her small carry-on bag, and it thudded to the floor, as the shocked girl turned around slowly, her mouth hanging agape as she took in the main room. She recognized Jenny's furniture, but the room was much prettier, with contrasting colors on two walls of the main room, some very feminine curtains, and some lovely artwork hanging on the walls. Jenny's old condo had been noteworthy for how plain it was. This was noteworthy for the opposite reason - it was very fashionably decorated. She noted that the kitchen was bigger, and then she saw a small hall leading off the living room. "Is it ...?" she seemed almost afraid to ask. "With Natalya living here," Jenny said proudly, "I needed to get a two bedroom condo. Grandmother and Ronnie Harris worked the deal, and voila - our new home!" Melinda's hand came to her open mouth as she continued to stare. The corners of her eyes were moist. "You must have spent _hours_ doing this!" she said softly. She walked slowly, as if in a dream, to the hall, and gazed into the bathroom. It, too, was nicely appointed, with pastel towels, a floral d?cor on the shower curtain, and the aroma of potpourri. She looked in one room, and realized almost immediately that it had to be Natalya's. The floor was a bit messy, and the d?cor was a little less feminine than she'd seen so far. But it was the boy-star posters on the wall, the kind any teen or pre-teen girl would have in her room, that gave it away. She glanced over her shoulder, and saw Natalya look down, blushing. Melinda turned to the other bedroom and took a step in. She gasped at the sight before her. A large four-poster bed, with a lacy ruffled skirt, a white lacy spread, and several pillows in white, light blue, and dark blue, dominated the room. Overhead, draped between the posts and down behind the headboard, hung a fabric, a sheer curtain that looked like a brocade in light and dark blues. A huge matching dresser, with a large dressing mirror, sat opposite the bed, and a small love seat squatted to one side. Melinda could see through the open door into the master bathroom, and two additional doors hinted of walk-in closets. Stunned, she walked back to where Jenny and Natalya waited. "Do you ... like it?" Jenny asked hesitantly. She was worried that Melinda hadn't said any word of approval. Melinda's head nodded slightly, and then she turned and wrapped Jenny in an enthusiastic embrace, her head resting on Jenny's shoulders as tears of happiness streamed down her cheeks. "It's beautiful!" Melinda replied. "It's ...." She shook her head slowly. "I don't know what to say!" "We had a decorating party one weekend," Natalya explained. "Megan and Kelly came over to help paint, too. It was a lot of fun!" "Yeah," Jenny admitted, a sheepish grin on her face. "Anya, Liz, the Boss - pretty much everyone came over to help. You know that I don't have much style when it comes to decorating." "I wasn't going to say anything," Melinda laughed. "I think your style is just right." She let her arms drop, and she turned to Natalya. "Thank you, too," she said as she swept the young girl into a hug. "You're really helping make me feel that this is 'welcome home'." Natalya stood rigidly, not sure how to react to Melinda's hug. After all, she'd only just met her in person, and her limited discussions had been only when Melinda was talking to Jenny. "I bet you're tired after the flight," Jenny said. Melinda straightened up and then eased herself into one of the wing chairs in the living room. "You know it. I've been up almost seventeen hours now, and on only a few hours of sleep. I think I want to unpack, take a quick shower, and go to bed." Jenny raised her eyebrows suggestively, and then suddenly realized that Natalya was with them. "Let's get your suitcases unpacked, and then you can take a nice soak in the whirlpool tub. That should help you relax." "There's a whirlpool here, too?" Melinda asked with delight. "Yeah," she purred, as she thought of a warm massaging soak in a tub, "that sounds like what I need." Jenny moved behind the chair and started massaging Melinda's shoulders. "Nat," she spoke to her younger cousin as she kneaded Melinda's aching muscles, "aren't Megan and your friends usually at the park on Saturdays?" Natalya looked warily at her. "Most of the time. Why?" "It'd probably be more fun for you to play with them than to sit around and help unpack." Natalya frowned. "Why don't you just say that you want some time alone?" she asked caustically. "I'm not a little kid." She turned and stepped heavily toward her room. A few moments later, she was back, carrying her swimming gear in a small bag slung over her shoulder. "Any particular time you want me back?" she asked. Before a stunned Jenny could answer, Natalya stormed out the door, slamming it shut behind her. Melinda raised one eyebrow. "I'm not sure we're off to a good start," she observed. "Aw, she's okay," Jenny retorted quickly. Melinda shook her head. "I'm not sure. You two were just starting to get along really well, and then, poof, I'm back." She sighed. "I wouldn't' be surprised if she's feeling a bit like she's losing her special relationship with her cousin, after she finally found a bit of stability in her life." ********** "Ready?" Melinda called out from the kitchen toward Natalya's room. "Just about," Natalya answered through her door. "Are you sure about this?" Jenny didn't sound confident. Melinda gulped. "I'm sure." Inwardly, she harbored the same doubts as Jenny. "I've had practice with a little sister, remember?" "There's a difference between a little sister and this," Jenny reminded her. "Your little sister didn't lose everything, and have to start all over." "Including becoming a girl?" Melinda asked softly so Natalya wouldn't hear. "On that count, I think we're _all_ even." "Touch?," Jenny chuckled. "Besides, we need some time to get to know each other," Melinda continued. "She's had weeks with you, but I'm almost a total stranger." She wrapped her arms around Jenny. "All she really knows is that we love each other, and she may be afraid that I'm going to interfere with her relationship. The best thing is if we get that fear out of the way." "By bribing her with a fancy dinner?" Melinda smiled. "No. By getting to know each other, and letting her know that I can be her friend, too." "Maybe," Jenny offered hopefully. "I hope it works." "Remember what Anya said?" Melinda reminded Jenny. "It may take some time for her to get comfortable with me." Jenny tried to smile. "Yeah. I hope she's using her 'sight' to make that prediction. We all need something to go right for a change." Melinda lifted her arms to encircle Jenny's neck, and pulled her closer for a passionate kiss. "I hope you think _this_ is going right," she cooed. "That's one," Jenny said as she pulled Melinda closer and kissed her again. "Ahem," Natalya interrupted from the hallway. "When you two are done, I'm hungry." Her expression seemed to combine amusement, embarrassment, and possibly a little disgust at the overly-passionate display. Melinda grabbed her purse and gave Jenny another quick kiss. "We'll be back in a bit. Do you want me to pick up something for you?" Jenny shook her head. "Nah. Liz is coming by in a bit for some pizza." Natalya was silent during the elevator ride, and the walk to the car. After Melinda started the motor, she turned to Natalya. "Do you have a preference for where we eat?" she asked with as warm a smile as she could muster. Natalya shrugged. "Nope," she said simply. Melinda suppressed a frown. Natalya wasn't opening up to her. "We can go anywhere, from Giordano's, if you want Italian, to Mexican or Chinese. I've been dying to try that new Japanese restaurant, Miyako. I hear the sukiyaki is to die for!" Natalya shrugged again. "As long as I don't have to eat raw fish." "Okay, Japanese it is, then." She pulled her car out into traffic. "Are you looking forward to starting school next week?" she asked, trying to be conversational. "Nope," Natalya continued her string of curt answers. "I heard that you've got some great new friends. Megan, Kelly, Ashley. I forgot the other ones. Won't it be fun to be with them every day in school?" "The 'other ones' are Brooke, Lauren, and Sydney, and I see them almost every day in the park," Natalya countered. She sounded like she was offended at having to make small talk with Melinda. "Why are you so down on me?" Melinda cut right to the point. "You've been almost rude since I got home." "Oh?" Natalya sounded like she was trying to deny her actions. "Yes," Melinda answered, trying to not sound stern or chiding, but hurt. Perhaps Natalya needed to know that she could hurt others the way others had hurt her. "I hadn't noticed." "Maybe you're afraid that I'm going to take Jenny away from you? That, just after you and she got things squared away, and it felt like your life was going smoothly, that I'm a threat to your new-found stability?" Natalya's jaw dropped. "How ... how do you know?" she stammered. Melinda smiled. "I have a little sister, remember?" "Oh." Natalya lapsed into silence as she considered what Melinda had said. Shortly, Melinda pulled into the parking lot of Miyako's restaurant. As they entered the restaurant, a businesswoman, who'd been discussing something with the ma?tre-de, glanced their way. Her face lit up as she recognized Natalya. "Hi, Natty," Ronnie Harris called enthusiastically as she rushed to give the girl a hug. "Hi, Ronnie," Natalya answered with a warmth that made Melinda feel a little jealous. Ronnie glanced at Melinda. They'd never met formally, but Ronnie was quick to put her facts together. "You must be Melinda," she said as she gave Melinda a hug. "I've heard so much about you." Melinda was at a disadvantage. She knew precious little about Ronnie. "I hope it was good," she ventured. Ronnie laughed. "The way Jenny talks about you is better than just good," she said. "How was your trip?" "It was a lot of fun. Hard work, but we found time for some fun." "I always enjoy traveling to Europe," Ronnie answered with a laugh. "And your new condo? I hope you like it." Melinda's jaw dropped as she the pieces fell into place. "You're ... you ... it's _your_ condo building?" Ronnie shrugged. "Yeah. So ... do you like it? I saw pictures of how Liz and Anya decorated it." She giggled. "If they'd have left it to Jenny, the walls would probably be bare white!" Melinda smiled. "It's beautiful." Ronnie glanced around, and saw two gentlemen watching her. "Well, I'd love to chat more, Natty, but I've got ...." She frowned. "Wait a second. They brought _me_ here to discuss _their_ proposal. I suppose I could chat more and make them squirm a little!" She laughed at the thought. "I suppose that would be rude, though." She gave Natalya another hug, and then rejoined her party. "Natty?" Melinda asked, one eyebrow raised. Natalya shrugged. "It's what she calls me." "But you prefer Natalya?" "My friends call me Natty. So does Ronnie. Grandmother and Anya call me Natalya. Doesn't matter a lot to me." As soon as they were seated, in a booth for a little extra privacy, and had ordered their drinks - water for Melinda, and diet Coke for Natalya - Melinda glanced at the menu. She quickly made her selection, based on what friends had told her. "So, how are you adjusting?" she asked Natalya. "It's a lot different than ... home," Natalya said softly. "A little warmer, so I can go to the park with my friends more." "I like the warmer climate, too," Melinda echoed. "But I was talking more about ... other changes." Natalya frowned. "I ... don't know what you're talking about," she said warily. "We haven't started school yet." Melinda laughed softly. "I know all about the magic of Bikini Beach," she whispered. "But ... but Anya said ...." Natalya was confused. "No-one knows!" Melinda smiled knowingly. "I know, though. Like I said, I know about the magic. So, the question stands. How are you adjusting?" Natalya frowned. "It's ... sometimes, it feels weird. Sometimes, when I look at boys, I feel ...." She shook her head. "I'm not supposed to like boys, am I?" "You tell me," Melinda retorted. "It's _your_ bedroom with the boy star posters. I'm guessing that when you get together with your friends, you talk about boys a lot." Natalya looked down, blushing. "Yeah," she admitted. "And I bet that sometimes, you find yourself getting excited about maybe kissing a boy?" Melinda prompted further. Natalya nodded silently. "There's nothing wrong with that," Melinda said, her tone soothing. "Every girl grows up, feeling herself change, feeling herself starting to think about boys. It's normal." "It's not normal to suddenly change from _being_ a boy to wanting to _kiss_ boys!" Natalya said, a bit angry. Melinda laughed. "The magic changes your thoughts and feelings to match those of who you are _now_, which is a pre-teen girl, who _is_ interested in boys. But overall, is life better?" Natalya started to answer, but caught herself. She thought for a moment. "Yeah. Mostly." She looked down. "I've got wonderful friends. I've got a wonderful cousin." "But sometimes, you're scared, aren't you?" Natalya looked straight into Melinda's eyes. "Are you a psychologist, too?" she asked brazenly. Melinda laughed again. "No. I'm just someone who loves Jenny, and wants to be your friend." "Oh." "Are you afraid of shopping for bras?" "No," Natalya admitted sheepishly. "Not when I'm with friends. But ... Jenny ... I don't think she likes it." "Maybe Jenny is just afraid of how she can help you cope with growing up. I bet she hasn't talked to you about having periods, either, has she?" "Uh, no. I suppose you will, though?" Melinda smiled. "If you want. You have a few advantages on me, though. You'll get used to having boobs gradually as they grow. You have time to get used to the idea of having periods. I didn't." Natalya wrinkled her brow as she tried to figure out Melinda's riddle. Suddenly, her eyes widened. "You ... you changed, too?" she asked, astounded. She saw Melinda's smile and nod. "Why?" "Why did _you_ decide to change?" Melinda asked enigmatically. "We all have our own ... personal ... reasons." "Is it because ... you love Jenny, but she's a lesbian?" Natalya asked cautiously. Melinda chuckled. "That's only a part of it. True, I love Jenny dearly, and she makes me ...." She sighed contentedly as she thought of how she felt when Jenny was near. "She makes me feel warm and loved." "Among other things," Natalya added sarcastically. "I wasn't going to go there," Melinda grinned, "unless you want me to." "Uh, no thanks. I'd rather not hear the details." "A big part of the 'why' is that I never felt close to my dad. I have two older brothers, so I always felt like a spare. I was close to my mom, though." She took a sip of her soda. "I get along much better with my family now. In engineering, I actually have better job prospects than for male students. I got a better scholarship, too. I don't feel ... awkward ... around guys." "Oh." Melinda continued. "I started out being a substitute lifeguard, so I had to change for one day. That led to a two-week temporary job. After that, I changed back, but things ..." She shook her head at the memories, "things weren't working out. So I got a lifetime pass." "How about girls? Did you like girls ... before?" Natalya shook her head. "But you said that ... your thoughts would change to match who you are now! So does that mean you _didn't_ like girls before?" She was genuinely puzzled by the seeming contradiction between her situation and Melinda's. Melinda just smiled. "I liked girls. I still do, as a matter of fact. But as friends. I don't think I was gay, but ... I'm not really sure." She shrugged. "I never chased girls a lot - not like my cousin Al did, anyway." "So that explains why, since you changed, you like girls more?" Melinda shrugged, still smiling. "Maybe. All I know is that Jenny makes me feel warm and loved and happy. Isn't that enough?" "But since I liked girls when I was a boy, then that's why I kind of like ... boys?" Natty speculated. Her voice was tentative, almost fearful. "That's what I'd guess," Melinda answered with a smile. "But you know what the most important thing is?" Natalya's eyes narrowed. "What?" "That you and I are talking, and getting to know each other. That - I hope - you feel that I'm your friend and not a rival for Jenny's love and time." Natalya smiled, for the first time since they'd left the apartment. "I think so." "And, since I was a guy once," Melinda added with a sly grin, "I know how guys act, and what they do to get girls' attention. I can help you deal with that - like knowing when guys are sincere, and when they're just trying to ... you know." Natalya scowled. "Not gonna happen," she said firmly. Melinda laughed. "We'll see. I bet you _do_ think about boys, though - especially when you're with your friends. Right?" Crimson flushed across Natalya's cheeks, and she looked down, embarrassed. "Kind of," she said softly. She looked up at Melinda with an almost pleading look in her eyes. "And ... I'm scared of how I was going to handle boys. I mean, it's not like Jenny knows how to help with that subject, does she? And ... I don't either." Melinda smiled. "Then we'll help you learn, okay? Besides, you've got some wonderful friends to grow up with you, right?" ********** The young man glanced around the bustling, noisy cafeteria of the student center uneasily. He didn't seem comfortable in the crowd of students, until he spotted a lone figure at a table. His expression relaxed visibly. "Hi, Melinda," he called as he strode briskly to her table. The young man was about twenty-two, with wavy brown hair. It was obvious that he worked out to keep in shape, and with his ruggedly-handsome looks, he could have been a movie star. The only thing that detracted from his Hollywood looks was the pair of wire-frame glasses perched on his nose. "Hi, Paul," she answered as she rose from her chair. She gave him a quick hug, and then sat down as he took a seat. "How are classes going?" Paul Davis laughed. "After this summer - boring." Melinda smiled and nodded. "I was afraid it was just me." "No, it was everyone who went. Leslie said the same thing," Paul added. "So what did you do between getting home and starting classes again?" Paul shrugged. "Just hung out." Melinda noticed something about his demeanor. "Something is bothering you, isn't it?" "Why ... do you say that?" Paul asked, suddenly sounding nervous. Melinda smiled. "Only because you, Leslie, and I hung out together for three months in Europe. That was long enough to get to know you, and to be able to sense when something is wrong." Paul dropped his head. "I ... can't talk about it," he said softly. Melinda put her hand on his arm. "You can tell me," she said soothingly. "We're friends, remember?" Paul shook his head, and glanced around. "I can't talk ... here." "Okay, then let's go to the deli to get some lunch, where we can talk a little more privately," Melinda suggested. "Okay." Paul sounded nervous at the suggestion. After they got their deli orders and sat down, Paul tried to avoid the earlier topic. "Have you decided on a senior project yet?" he asked. Melinda laughed. "Nice try, but we could have talked about that in the student union building." She took a sip of her soda. "So what's on your mind?" Paul sighed. "I'm just ... not sure." "Are you ... suggesting something?" Melinda asked cautiously. Paul's eyes widened. "No!" he answered quickly. "I mean, you're nice, but ..." He set his elbow on the table, and supported his forehead in his open hand as he shook his head slowly. His eyes were closed as he thought of what to say and how to say it. "You're not attracted to me, are you?" Melinda asked. "We talked about that this summer." Paul sighed. "I know. I mean, you're nice looking, but ..." "Are you gay?" Melinda asked bluntly. Paul shook his head silently. "No," he said after a pause. "There's just something about you that's ... different. Understanding. Sympathetic. I find it easy to talk to you." He looked up and chuckled. "And I know you're taken." "Oh?" Paul's chuckle turned into an outright laugh. "Everyone at the school knew you are absolutely ga-ga over Jenny - whoever she is." "I thought I was being discrete." "Hardly," Paul said with a wry smile. "And from the way you describe her, she must be something very special and wonderful." Melinda smiled at the thought of her Jenny. "She is," she said wistfully. After a moment, she wrinkled her brow. "It's kind of a letdown, though." "What?" "Finding out that someone doesn't think you're attractive," Melinda laughed. Paul's eyes widened in shock. "I didn't say .... I mean, you are..." He stopped, wondering what to say next. "You are pretty, but to me, it's a 'good friend' thing, not romantic. You're someone I can talk to, without worrying about ... things." "Oh." Melinda sounded relieved that she didn't have to worry about Paul trying to win her affections. "So, what _do_ you find attractive in a girl?" Paul didn't have to think. "A bit taller than average, very fit and trim. Modest figure. Nice long brown hair, and big, soft, brown eyes. Cute girl-next-door looks. That's the kind of girl I'd want ...." His words trailed off into a mumble. Melinda smiled. "That sounds like Kathleen." Paul nodded. "Yeah." "Have you asked her out?" Paul shook his head, looking down. "I ... can't." ********** The halls of the middle school bustled with noise as a seemingly countless horde of boys and girls swarmed to and from their classrooms, either heading to the cafeteria for lunch, or on their way back to classes. Megan, Kelly, and Natalya were among them, coming from their history class, and heading to lunch. As she put her book in her locker, Megan glanced at Natalya. "I wish you wouldn't show off in class," she said with mock anger in her voice. "Yeah," Kelly added, smiling. "It makes the rest of us look bad." Natalya wasn't sure at first if her friends were joking. "I wasn't ... I mean...," she sputtered. "Just kidding," Megan added quickly. "I wish I had your brains. It'd make homework so much easier." It was Natalya's turn to laugh. "If you saw how much time Jenny makes me study, you wouldn't wish for it." Kelly closed her locker and joined Megan and Natalya walking toward the cafeteria. "You make it sound like she's a tyrant!" she joked. Natalya smiled. "No. She just wants to make sure I don't mess up." In her head, she was thinking, "again," but didn't say it out loud. Her friends wouldn't understand - or, even worse, wouldn't want to be associated with her. "Hi, Megan," a boy's voice called out behind the girls. The three turned. It was Jeff Watson, a boy they shared a class with, with his friend Eric beside him. The two were inseparable, having been best friends since they were little. "Hi, Jeff. Hi, Eric," Megan answered, her voice suddenly demure and shy. "My folks are letting me have a 'back to school' party this weekend at the Fun Zone. I hope you can come," Jeff said casually. "Depends," Megan was playing coy. "Who's going to be there?" Eric saw Megan glance at him, and he seemed a little embarrassed. "The usual - you," he said, looking at Kelly, and then Megan, "Ashley, Lauren, and Sydney, if they want to come. The usual guys." Jeff turned very deliberately toward Natalya, as if she was the only person there. "And you, too," he said to Natalya, his voice suddenly unsteady and wavering. "You're new, aren't you?" Natalya smiled. "Yeah. I moved here this summer." "I figured, since I haven't seen you before." Jeff sounded like he was hanging on Natty's every word. His attention, clearly, was riveted on her. "Ahem," a voice sang out behind them. "Aren't you students supposed to be going somewhere?" All five spun, and immediately recognized Mrs. Jackson, their homeroom teacher. "Yes, ma'am," Megan, Kelly, and Natalya all said at once. "We're on our way to lunch," Kelly added. "Then I suggest you get there. You know the rules about dawdling in the hallways." Mrs. Jackson was known to be a very strict teacher; she looked like she came from the days that paddling was still allowed in school for rules infractions, and that she missed those 'glory days'. The intimidating look had its effect. "Yes, ma'am," the girls all replied quickly, before they turned and scurried down the hall toward the lunchroom, with Eric and Jeff behind them, but visibly not walking with them. Despite the fact that all of the boys and girls knew that the attractions to the opposite sex were starting, there was still enough shyness, at their ages, to not want to be seen 'hanging out with the girls or boys' - a fact that was especially true for the boys. For a brief moment, Natalya thought that if Mrs. Jackson wore her hair down and wavy, and got rid of her glasses, she'd be a rather attractive woman. Well, add a little makeup, too. And as suddenly as that thought had come, it vanished, leaving Natalya smiling to herself at how thorough Grandmother's magic was. As they stood in line, trays in hand, Natalya glanced over her shoulder and saw Jeff looking at her. She felt ... strange, like part of her hated the idea of a boy being attracted to her, and part of her was highly flattered to be on the receiving end of his attention. She found herself smiling, and giving him a quick tiny wave, before she turned back to the serving line. "Oh, good," Kelly said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Tuna noodle slop, again." "At least it's not eggplant parmesan," Megan countered. "That stuff was awful!" Natalya laughed. It had been the same up north - none of the students liked the cafeteria food. "It can't be as bad as what they served at my last school," she said, trying to be lighthearted. "As if you'd notice the food today," Kelly rebutted. "What's that supposed to mean?" Kelly and Megan laughed. "Only that you look like you've got the hots for Jeff," Kelly said. "I do not!" Natalya's response was short and sharp, to let her friends know unequivocally that she wasn't interested in Jeff. "I saw you staring at him and waving," Kelly teased. "And you do have to admit," Megan said in a dreamy voice, "he is kind of cute." Natalya's anger was swept away in an instant as Megan's words landed in her brain. "Yeah," she said wistfully, before she realized what she was saying. As soon as she said it, though, she regretted letting the word slip from her mouth. "You _do_ have the hots for him!" Kelly said triumphantly. "Shut up and get your slop," Natalya replied in a curt voice. She was embarrassed both by discovering how she felt when Jeff was paying attention to her, and by the teasing from her friends. The three girls carried their trays to a small table in the corner of the lunchroom. "I thought," Kelly began as they dug into their food, "that you wanted a guy with tats and a hot car." "Yeah," Megan added with a sly smile. "What happened to the guy with the rebel look?" Natalya laughed. "I guess I spent too much timing hanging out with you girls this summer," she replied quickly. "You domesticated me!" "Can I sit here?" Lauren asked as she approached the table. "Sure," Megan answered cheerfully. "It's too bad, though, that Sydney and Ashley don't have lunch at the same time. Then it would be just like the summer!" "Except that we're missing Brooke," Lauren said as she sat down. "Where is Brooke, anyway?" Natalya asked, suddenly curious as to why the seventh girl in their little circle wasn't present. "She goes to St. Theresa's Catholic School," Lauren explained, her tone a bit chiding, as if Natalya should have known. As soon as she saw Natalya's expression, however, Lauren realized her mistake. "I'm sorry," she apologized quickly. "I guess I forgot that you're new in school here. It must be because we spent so much time together at the park this summer!" she added with a giggle. "Daddy wanted me to go to St. Theresa's," Megan said casually. "Why didn't you?" "Daddy said it was because Mom spent too much on our memberships to the park," she giggled. "I think it's because I begged them not to put me in a different school from you guys. But both Mom and Daddy keep saying that I'll go there for high school." "Natalya," Lauren said softly, as she noticed that Natty wasn't paying any attention, but was, instead, staring across the lunchroom. She followed Natty's gaze, and saw Jeff Watson looking back at her with puppy-dog eyes. "There she goes with the goo-goo eyes at Jeff, again!" Kelly laughed. "Somebody likes Jeff Watson," Megan chimed in a sing-song voice. "No, I don't!" Natalya rebutted sharply. "I haven't even really met him!" ********** Kids poured from every doorway out of the school building as the end-of- school bell rang, trying to be heard above the sudden cacophony of excited students. Some raced to the buses, some dawdled near the carpool pickup, and some began to walk home. Megan, Kelly, and Natty were in-between. They were going to walk to Megan's house, which was close to Kelly's, and Jenny would pick up Natty at Megan's once she got off work. "Hey, Megan, wait up!" The girls stopped and turned, spying the boys running to catch up. Jeff and Eric were accompanied this time by their friend Doug Chambers. "Oh, look, Natalya," Kelly teased softly so as not to be heard, "it's your boyfriend." "Shut up!" Natty hissed back, while trying to smile at the boys. "Hi," Jeff said as he stopped trotting. "You never told me your name." He was talking directly to Natalya. Natty felt her heart flutter. "I'm Natalya. Natalya Michaels," she said, fighting the odd feeling in her heart. "I moved here this summer." "That's a nice name," Jeff answered, as if he wasn't quite sure how to continue the conversation. "So how do you know Megan and Kelly?" Megan laughed. "We all hung out together at the water park a lot." "Oh." Jeff didn't even glance at Megan and Kelly. "You didn't say if you were going to come to my party or not." "What _girls_ are going to be there?" Kelly asked. "Is _Robin_ going to come?" She had a most unpleasant look on her face when she mentioned Robin's name. The boys laughed. "As if! She's too good for us, or at least, that's how she acts." "How about your older brother Jim?" Megan asked hopefully. "Yeah, he's coming." Natalya noticed a look of delight in Megan's expression, and a look of disappointment on Eric's face. "What about our other friends - Lauren, and Sydney, and Ashley?" "And bring Brooke, too," Eric suggested, "if she's not busy." "Okay, we'll have to see if we can work it into our busy social calendars," Kelly said with a grin. "You didn't tell us when it is, though." "Oh," Jeff seemed to have been lost in thought. "It's Saturday afternoon, at three." "At the Fun Zone," Megan added, "right?" "Yeah." "I'll have to check," Natalya cautioned. "Jenny might have other plans for me." "But since her girlfriend got home," Kelly sounded hopeful, "maybe she'd like some time without you around! We could all get together and spend the morning shopping, and then go to the party." "And we could have a sleepover at my house!" Megan added with delight. Natalya smiled. She'd spent the night with Megan a couple of times during the summer, and liked the idea. "I'll check." "Okay," Jeff said without taking his eyes from Natalya. In fact, if the other girls had been wearing clown noses and funny hats, Natalya didn't think Jeff would have noticed. "I hope you can come." As the girls walked home, the boys having departed their own way, Natalya glanced at Megan. "What is the Fun Zone, anyway?" "Only the best place to hang out," Megan replied. "Until you get older and can go to Shell Game," Kelly added. "Yeah," Megan agreed. "So what's there? It sounds like some kind of funhouse amusement thing." Kelly nodded. "They've got a ton of games and stuff. Laser tag, indoor miniature golf, bowling, arcades, pool tables, foosball tables - just tons of stuff." "Out back, they've got another miniature golf course, and go-carts," Megan added. "The boys like the batting cages." "And sodas and ice cream and stuff, too," Kelly continued. "They make the world's best banana splits!" "Sounds like fun." "It is!" Kelly and Megan replied together. ********* "How was school?" Melinda asked as soon as Natty came in the door. Natty shrugged. "It was okay." She trudged back to her room, her backpack slung over one shoulder. With a resounding thud, the backpack dropped on her desk. "Please don't drop your books like that," Jenny called, trying not to sound like a nag. "K," Natty called. In a moment, she was back in the kitchen, getting herself a glass of lemonade from the refrigerator. "Anything interesting?" Jenny asked. Natty shrugged. "There's a back-to-school party on Saturday," she reported. "Who's going to be there?" Jenny continued her interrogation. "Any boys?" "Yeah, some," Natty answered. "But it's at a place called Fun Zone, so it's not like a late-night party at someone's house. And then we want to have a sleepover at Megan's." "Sounds like a busy weekend," Melinda commented. "I'm not so sure if you should be going to a party with boys," Jenny said cautiously. "Fun Zone is a great place for kids," Melinda commented. "I used to hang out there all the time when I was ... younger." She didn't want to say "a little kid" for fear of offending Natty. "I think it'd be okay for her to go." Jenny scowled at Melinda. "I think _I'm_ her custodian," she said angrily. "Okay," Melinda quickly said, trying to calm Jenny down. She wasn't quite sure why, but Jenny had taken offense to her suggestion. "I just want to be helpful if I can." For some reason, Jenny seemed quite edgy. "Sorry," Jenny said, but she didn't sound genuinely remorseful. She turned to Natty. "Why don't we run out and get some ice cream?" She looked up at Melinda. "Do you want to come?" Melinda glanced at her watch. "No. I've got a couple of things to do." "Okay." Jenny grabbed her keys and purse and, with Natty beside her, walked out the door. ********** Jenny was sure that someone else was in their apartment as she opened the door. She could clearly hear a voice other than Melinda's. "Hello?" she called uneasily. "Hi," Melinda replied to her, glancing around the corner from the computer desk. "Just a sec, hon." She turned back to the computer. "Jenny is home, so I have to go. I'll call back another time?" "Of course, mon amie," the voice sang out from the computer. It was heavily accented, and female. "Tell Nicole I said hi," Melinda added. "Adieu, mon chere amie," Curious, Jenny glanced at the computer screen. As expected, Melinda was using Skype, and she got a quick glance at the friend's image before the conversation ended. "Who was that?" she asked, trying to sound merely curious. Melinda turned, smiling. "That was Monique, my friend from the summer institute," she answered easily. Seeing Jenny's curious expression, she pulled out her cell phone. "Let me show you a picture of us in Paris," she said. Judging by Jenny's reaction, she suspected that Jenny was a bit jealous. Jenny looked at the picture. In the background, the Arc de Triomphe stood majestically, while Melinda smiled in the center of the picture. On her sides were two nice-looking girls, each kissing one of Melinda's cheek playfully as the group hammed for the camera. "That's Nicole, on the right, and Monique on the left," Melinda explained. "Friendly, aren't they?" Jenny asked. Though she tried to prevent it, some sarcasm slipped into her words. The two girls in the picture had classically pretty Gallic features. "You're jealous, aren't you?" Melinda said with a playful smile. "No," Jenny replied quickly. Her expression betrayed her true feelings, thoughts her words couldn't hide. "Maybe some." Melinda realized that Jenny _was_ jealous. She stood up and put her arms around Jenny's neck. "You shouldn't be," she said, and then she kissed Jenny. "They're friends, but you are my love." She kissed Jenny again, with more feeling. "Okay," Jenny said hesitantly. She wanted to believe Melinda, but something inside her felt wrong, and it was just enough that she didn't sound convinced. ********** Natalya sprawled on the sofa in a most unladylike pose. The television screen flickered, but the sound was muted. Melinda sat in the chair, in a more graceful position, turned to talk to Natty. "So what happened today?" Melinda insisted. "And I'm not going to take a nonsense answer. You're acting too ... different for something _not_ to have happened." Natty shrugged. "Nothing special happened," she replied. "Is it a boy?" Melinda asked with a knowing smile. "No!" "You can tell me," Melinda reminded Natalya. "I watched Beth go through the same things, remember?" "I'm not your little sister," Natty countered. "She started off being a girl. I didn't, remember?" "True," Melinda conceded, "but you have a girl's body, and girl hormones are kicking in, and Grandmother gave you girl's memories and skills. With all that, I'd say it's a foregone conclusion that, sooner or later, you're going to start finding boys attractive." Natalya lowered her gaze. "I _shouldn't_ feel like this!" "But you do, and, unless I miss the mark, you kind of like it, don't you?" Natty nodded. "Did you ever feel like that? Before, I mean?" "I never felt my heart go pitter-pat over a girl, if that's what you mean." Melinda looked thoughtful. "I guess Grandmother was right - maybe I always was gay and hadn't yet discovered it." "So how do you know what it feels like, then?" Natty asked defensively. Melinda grinned. "Because I felt it when I met Jenny." She heard the door open, indicating that Jenny was home. Melinda knew that Jenny would be sorting the mail and washing up from her workday. "Even when I was a guy, she was very attractive, and made me feel ... warm and tingly." "I feel like I'm stuck between two worlds," Natty commented morosely. Melinda laughed. "I know what _that's_ like. Sometimes, for a while, it got really interesting with my dad and brothers, because I had my old 'guy' memories, and new 'girl' memories as well. Sometimes, I'd say or do something that fit with my 'guy' memories, and it didn't fit. Sometimes, it felt like I was in a dream, and dreaming that I was dreaming." Natty smiled. "Yeah, that's how I feel sometimes, too." "So, why did you change?" Melinda asked. "I'm sure Jenny told you," Natty replied. Melinda smiled. "Jenny told me what you told her. She didn't tell me what you were thinking, though." "I don't know. I guess I didn't have any reason to stay," Natty answered after a long pause. "You know, you could have used your experiences as a girl to learn how to be a better boy," Melinda suggested. "Yeah. Grandmother said the same thing to me. So did Anya." "But?" Melinda let the question hang. "With everything that happened," Natty explained, and Melinda noted that she wiped at a tear, "I felt like I _had_ to start over. Megan is a wonderful friend, and I'd never had a friend like her before. Or Kelly, or Sydney, or Lauren, or the others." "You still could have tried." Natty shook her head. "You don't understand. All my memories as Alex weren't good. I fought with my parents all the time. I tried drugs, I was in trouble, I was a bad student. I didn't _have_ any good memories. But when I was Alexandra, for the first time, I found some _nice_ memories. Doing things with mom," she wiped at her tears again, this time in vain, "having Daddy call me his princess and do nice things instead of yelling at me for getting in trouble." She shook her head. "I don't want the bad memories. I _need_ good memories to remember ... Mom and Daddy ..." Melinda moved to the sofa and wrapped Natty in a warm embrace. "I think I understand." "But now, with the ... boy thing, I don't know how I'm supposed to feel." "You feel how you want to feel," Melinda said. "Now, I think Jenny said you can have a few minutes of TV every night, but not before your homework is done, right?" "Yeah," Natty complained. "Okay, so shut it off and help me finish dinner, and then you can finish your homework." Melinda stood up and walked to the kitchen, where Jenny was sitting at the table going through the large stack of mail. "Something smells delicious," Jenny commented. "Just a little something I whipped up," Melinda said with a smile. She hugged Jenny from behind, nuzzling around Jenny's neck and ear. "I'm glad you're home." "So am I," Jenny purred. "What's for dinner?" Melinda continued to nibble at Jenny's ear. "You are, my love," she cooed. Jenny turned in Melinda's arms and gave her a proper kiss. "Now, what's for dinner?" Melinda smiled. "Is this a fifties sitcom? I'm the wife who stays home with the kids and cooks dinner?" She laughed. "For you, I'd be happy doing that." Jenny grinned. "And I'd do the same for you." "For your information, I made a cream-cheese stuffed chicken breast, breaded and seasoned with Italian herbs. I'll slice that over a bed of lettuce, and I made some wild rice to go with it, lightly buttered, of course, and sprinkled with a little paprika." "That sounds fabulous." Jenny gave Melinda another kiss. "Natty, can you come and help set the table?" Melinda called out. Natalya came out with a smile and gave Jenny and Melinda a hug. "Sure," she said, sounding a lot more cheerful than she had a few minutes ago. ********** Jenny sighed heavily as she sat down on the sofa. "Natty's in bed - finally." Melinda laughed. "Some nights, she really doesn't want to go to bed, does she?" She leaned over, resting her shoulder on Jenny's shoulder and purring contentedly. "No." "She told me that she had an interesting day at school." "Oh?" Jenny's brow furrowed slightly. "Yeah," Melinda said lightly. "She's starting to feel the effects of her 'female' memories and hormones." "She's getting interested in boys?" Jenny sounded suddenly concerned. "Yeah, and one in particular who noticed her." "She didn't tell me." Jenny's body stiffened. "She should have." "I guess she's not very comfortable talking about it," Melinda noted. Jenny sat upright, her features stern. "What's that supposed to mean? That she can't talk to me?" Melinda noted Jenny's sudden change of mood. She straightened herself and put her hand on Jenny's shoulder, trying to comfort and soothe her. "She didn't want to talk to me about it, either!" she said, trying to reassure Jenny. "I had to practically drag it out of her." Jenny leaned back slowly, and Melinda moved her head back to Jenny's shoulder. Despite appearances, Jenny was not relaxed; Melinda could feel the tension in Jenny. "How was my favorite park today?" Melinda tried to steer the conversation away from something that seemed sensitive to Jenny. "Same old, same old," Jenny said in a neutral tone. "Liz and I went off- site for lunch today." Melinda smiled. "Good. I always liked getting a break from the park. Where'd you go?" Jenny was looking straight ahead, her eyes narrowed and her jaw tense. "We went to the sub shop. You know the one - over by campus?" "I really like that place," Melinda commented. "That's pretty obvious," Jenny said. Her tone was getting less civil, and a bit angrier. "You eat there often enough." "True," Melinda didn't pick up on Jenny's tone. "There aren't a lot of places I like near campus, though." "I saw you there today," Jenny's tone was again, carefully neutral. This time, Melinda couldn't help picking up the hint. "Oh?" "Yeah. You were having lunch with that guy from the summer institute," Jenny's voice sounded almost accusatory. "Again." "Oh, you mean Paul," Melinda was sensing the source of Jenny's discontent. "He's a friend, and we study together sometimes." "So you're studying with him every night you're out late?" Melinda straightened herself, a frown appearing on her face. "What are you implying?" she demanded of Jenny. "Paul is just a friend." Jenny was angry at a lot of things, and that was clouding her judgment. "I heard what you told Natty," she accused. "That you found me attractive when you were a guy. That means that you probably have some 'bi' feelings now, too!" "Are you suggesting that I'm ... romantically involved with Paul?" It was Melinda's turn to sound - and feel - angry. Jenny scowled. "You said it, not me." "He's just a friend!" Melinda said defensively. "A friend you hug in the airport? A friend you're always going to lunch with, or 'studying' with?" "I suppose you think I was being too 'friendly' with Nicole and Monique, too!" Melinda stood up, suddenly not wanting to sit next to Jenny. "It's just strange how you're never talking to them when I'm around, and whenever I come in, you have to hang up so quickly! And whatever you're saying to them in French, too!" She stood so she could confront Melinda, toe to toe. "I suppose you're angry that I'm trying to help with Natty, too!" "I'm her guardian!" Jenny yelled. "Not you!" "You don't trust me. Not with Paul, not with Nicole or Monique, not with Natty! Who _do_ you trust me with?" She turned and stomped to the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind herself. Jenny stood by the sofa, her jaw set and her lips pursed, and a scowl on her face. She didn't know what had happened, but she knew that she wasn't happy. In a few moments, Melinda emerged from the bedroom, a small suitcase in one hand, and her backpack of books slung over one shoulder. Her eyes were moist, and her makeup was smudged and tear-streaked. She stomped to the door. "Wait," Jenny suddenly realized what was happening. She was still angry, but she realized that Melinda was leaving, and she didn't want to see her go. "If you can't trust me, then I'm not sure I belong here!" Melinda cried, just before she stepped through the door and slammed it shut. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she ran to the elevator, anxious to get out of the building before Jenny decided to follow her. ********** As soon as the door opened, Melinda ran inside, wrapping her arms around her mother and placing her head on her mom's shoulder. The tears which had mostly stopped flowed anew, and Melinda sobbed audibly as she desperately clung to her mother. "Is something wrong, honey?" Joan Fishcher knew her daughter wouldn't be crying like this if something wasn't wrong. It was up to her to find out what, while she offered support. "Mom," Melinda cried, "we ... had a ... fight!" She was practically bawling. "She ... doesn't ... trust me!" she stammered between her sobs. "Who, Jenny?" "Yeah," Melinda cried,. "Shh," Joan said soothingly as she let Melinda cry on her shoulder. She gently stroked Melinda's head. "It'll be all right." "No, it won't!" Melinda sobbed. "She ... yelled at me - for trying to help Natty!" "Honey," Joan's voice was a soothing balm, "Jenny has gone through a lot of changes in her life lately. She ... you _both_ ... have a lot of adjusting to do." "But she doesn't trust me!" Melinda repeated. "She accused me of having a fling with a friend at school! And she is jealous of time I spend talking to my friends Nicole and Monique!" "Listen to me, dear," Joan eased Melinda down into a kitchen chair, and then took a seat herself. "Jenny discovered that she's gay, and then her life was turned upside down when Natalya came to live with her. From what I gather, it was a pretty rough couple of weeks." "But ... Natty's such a good girl," Melinda protested. There was something in her mother's choice of words that set off alarms in Melinda's head. "Well, Natalya lost her parents, and had a lot of grief to deal with. Jenny's been dealing with all the paperwork and hassles of the estate, and then moving to a new apartment, on top of work." She smiled knowingly. "And Natalya has had some significant changes to go through, too." "But ...." "But nothing. After you and Jenny started your relationship, you got the fellowship to go to Europe for the summer. After she'd lost you once, do you think that maybe Jenny was terrified of losing you again?" Melinda nodded, wiping at her tears. "Yeah, I suppose," she said softly. "Besides, you have your own major adjustments that you're dealing with," Joan said soothingly as she continued to stroke her daughter's head. Melinda's eyes widened, but she didn't move her head. "I'm not sure I follow." Joan smiled. "You started a relationship that's gay, and I'm sure you never expected to fall for Jenny. Your studies are keeping you quite busy this year. You've got new friends at school." "Yeah," Melinda said softly. "And I'm sure you never considered the challenges of suddenly being a woman." Melinda's head snapped up, and she stared, open-mouthed, at her mother. Reality was supposed to have been changed, and no-one was supposed to know. Joan smiled at her daughter. "Yes, I know what you did." "But ...how?" Melinda was genuinely baffled, and a bit scared. If her mom knew, then who _else_ knew? "When you and Jenny were starting your relationship, I decided that I should understand who Jenny was. I had a very nice conversation with the old woman you worked for." "But ... Grandmother said that when the magic changed me, reality changed, and that only her, Anya, me, and Jenny would ever know!" "When I talked to her, she did some kind of spell that helped me remember the past when you were a boy, and to understand _why_ you'd decided to change. She said there would come a day when it would be important for me to know, so I could help you." "Oh." Joan continued in a non-judgmental voice, "You know, you could have talked to me about everything." "I didn't think you would have believed me if I would have told you," Melinda said softly. "And I thought you'd be disappointed." "I probably wouldn't have believed you," Joan said with a smile, "but you could have worked with your boss to help me understand and believe. And there's no way you could disappoint me," she replied. "I'm very happy to have another daughter. The most important thing to me, though, is that _you_ are happy." "But ... isn't it confusing ... to you?" "A bit," Joan said. "But if you remember, you were always closer to me than to your father. You weren't as fond of hunting and rough games as your older brothers. And you were great help in the kitchen!" "Lots of chefs are male!" Melinda countered in a huff. She resented the implication that Mitch had been some kind of sissy-boy. "I wasn't trying to say that you were effeminate," Joan quickly added. "It's just that, of all you kids, you are the one most comfortable with yourself, and probably the best able to adjust to this type of ... change. Your brothers and your sister couldn't adjust as well as you." "Does Dad know?" Melinda asked hesitantly. "No." "Beth?" Joan smiled. "No. It's our little secret." "Thanks, Mom," Melinda said softly as she hugged her mother. "Now, let's talk about what happened and what _you_ can do to make things better." ********** "What are we going to do about Jenny?" Anya asked as she sat in the office, at her own desk, totaling receipts from the day. Grandmother looked up from what she was doing. She'd been on the computer - perhaps looking at new equipment or options. She shook her head. "I don't know. But I am getting a little tired of the melodrama that seems to surround her." "She's a great mechanic and handy-person," Anya defended her friend. Grandmother smiled. "I never said she wasn't. It just seems that, lately, there's always something going on in her life." She stared thoughtfully at Anya for a few moments. "What do you think is the problem this time?" "She and Melinda had a big fight," Anya answered. "That's obvious." Grandmother wasn't trying to sound sarcastic, but she couldn't help it. "I've tried talking with her about it, but she won't talk." Anya shook her head. "Melinda moved out, and is upset, Jenny is heartbroken, Natalya is acting up. It seems like it's all falling apart for Jenny." "So," the old woman asked, a smile creeping onto her face, "what are you going to do?" "Moi?" Anya feigned innocence. She'd learned, long ago, that with Grandmother's magic, she couldn't fool her. She gave up trying. "Liz is going to watch Natalya for the night, and I'm going with Jenny for dinner." She smiled and glanced at the door. "In fact, Jenny just finished shutting down the pumps, and is on her way to the office as we speak." A few minutes later, just as Anya was shutting down her computer, Jenny walked in the office. Anya looked up, a cheery smile on her face. "Ready to go?" she asked. Jenny frowned, and she shook her head. "I don't know if this is a good idea," she said, hesitantly. "I don't want to leave Natalya alone, and she always has homework to do." "Liz is perfectly capable of ensuring that she gets that done," Anya replied. "She won't be alone." She grinned. "Any more excuses?" Jenny shook her head. "I guess you've covered all the bases," she acknowledged. "Every once in a while, we _all_ need a break," Anya said. She stood and walked toward the main door, the one that opened to the parking lot. "I'll drive." "Suits me," Jenny said half-heartedly. "Unless you and Grandmother want to pay for gas." Jenny drove a pickup that belonged to the park, and she was always conscious about using park resources for personal use. "I'll be paying either way," Anya laughed, "so that isn't a factor. But my car is a little more fun to drive." As they walked out of the office, the setting sun casting a reddish hue on Anya's brunette hair and making Jenny's long red hair seem almost alive with fire, Jenny looked at Anya's car. It was parked beneath a lamp, but the top was down and the car was unusually free of bird droppings. "How do you ...?" Jenny started to ask in amazement, but then she shook her head, smiling. "You probably have some kind of spell that keeps bird poop off the car, don't you?" Anya grinned. "Magic can be useful at times." She crawled behind the wheel. "So, where do you want to eat? Miyakos? The Firehouse?" Jenny flinched visibly when Anya mentioned the Firehouse restaurant. It had been her and Melinda's favorite spot. 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Bikini Beach: What's Good for the Gander... By Jezzi (c) 2000 As he neared the ticket booth, Carl Desmond's mind was filled with evil glee as he thought of what he had done to that little bimbo office girl temp. She had been eighteen, fresh out of high school with a virginal beauty oh so rare these days. Carl had played nice boss, drawing her out over several lunches, finding that she was a genuinely nice girl, a virgin saving herself for marriage to her college sweetheart. Carl...

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Bikini Beach The Doctor

This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this...

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Bikini Beach Guideline and Concordance

Bikini Beach -- Story Guide As one of the reviewers of stories for Elrod, I've been asked about guidelines and such. Elrod had a bunch of material on his web site, but he took that all down. I had printed some of that out. I also reread all of his stories. I'm treating the material I printed, his stories, plus those stories of mine that he had reviewed for me, as "canon." Here it all is. If you have a story you'd like me to review, in keeping with the wishes of Elrod some...

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Bikini Beach

******************************************************* This one came like all the others - in that strange world between dream and fantasy. What would happen if two macho guys went to a private beach where the price of admission was a change? I've got at least four story ideas in this same setting to follow - someday. In the meantime, if anyone else finds this stirs a story idea, I'll post the rules to the list. ******************************************************* Bikini...

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Bikini Beach A Boys Visit

Bikini Beach: A Boy's Visit By Daphne Xu Bikini Beach and its principal characters are copyright 1998 by Elrod W. ********************** The lines at all the checkout stands were long. That was to be expected on SuperSale Day, Black Friday, the Day after Thanksgiving, and I kept fidgeting impatiently. Ahead in line was an old woman and a pretty lady who looked like she might have been a college student, or in her lower twenties. I didn't realize...

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Bikini Beach Addiction

This story is copyright by the author, all rights reserved. This tale may be archived on Fictionmania; all others, ask. Bikini Beach: Addiction By Elrod W Calvin Lawson should have been overcome by lust as he and Fred walked toward the gate of Bikini Beach. All around him, luscious babes, most wearing next-to-nothing, streamed toward the gates. It should have been a man's paradise - a water park surrounded by hordes of beautiful shapely women. But there was something nagging in the...

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Bikini Beach Swim Date

Bikini Beach: Swim Date By Ellie Dauber (c) 2000 "Hey, look," Mack Reilly said, "here comes that stuck-up Amy Bowlan." He pointed at a pretty blonde, about 17, who had just come into the school cafeteria. Paul Kauffman put down his Coke, and looked in the direction his friend was pointing. "Aw, I don't think she's stuck-up, man." "Then why won't she go out with anybody? She's either stuck-up or - hell, maybe she's a lesbie. You think?" "Nah. She's new here, just moved in the...

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Bikini Beach Summer Fun

Bikini Beach: Summer Fun By Paul G. Jutras Charlie, Barry and Larry were on their summer vacation in Florida, listening to music on the radio. The group passed many billboard signs for water parks, amusements and resort areas. The group couldn't figure out which one to go to. Then a sign got their attention. BIKINI BEACH NEXT EXIT. "That's for me." Charlie said as he turned off the road and followed the road signs down to a parking lot. There were many cars in the parking lot,...

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Bikini Beach Twilight Zone Edition Chapter one

Bikini Beach - Twilight Zone Edition Chapter 1 There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone. Rod Serling Somewhere out in...

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Bikini Beach If I Should Die Before I Wake

Bikini Beach: If I Should Die Before I Wake by Jezzi Belle Stewart (c)2000 (This story can be posted at Fictionmania or any free site. If you're not 18, or are offended by transgendered themes, don't read it!) (This story begins immediately following the events in Caleb Jones' story, "Gidget Surfs Up at Bikini Beach", and involves Gidget's dad and Gidget, from the TV series, as well as mentioning the character, Biff, from Caleb Jones' story.) July 2, 1968, 5:15pm Gidget...

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Bikini Beach Spring Break

Bikini Beach: Spring Break By Elrod W Stan and Chuck were still wiping their hands as they emerged from the restroom. They moved slowly; from the fatigued look in their eyes, one would correctly guess that they'd been awake for a very long time. Jack stood up behind the windshield, peering at the two. "Come on, guys! Time's a-wastin'." He slid back behind the steering wheel of his Camaro convertible, a sleek midnight blue car suited for a young man. Right now, however, it looked...

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Bikini Beach The Nerds Holiday Queen

This tale is part of the continuing tale of the Nerds and their adventures with Bikini Beach. Earlier installments define the characters, which are very loosely based on Revenge of the Nerds. The cast is repeated here for convenience. Cast of Characters: Brandon - a nerdish type who fits the stereotype to a tee, and Robert's best friend and roommate. Robert and Brandon grew up together. Brandon is a computer genius, but is very awkward around girls. Robert - Not quite...

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Bikini Beach The BrotherinLaw

This started as a quickie piece. It didn't finish up that way. There is, by the way, no relationship between this story and my recent (and forthcoming) Altered Fates stories. * * * * * Bikini Beach: Brother-In-Law By Ellie Dauber (c) 2003 Lynette Dorsey was working at the sink when Carter Dorsey came into the kitchen. He stood by the door for a minute, watching the way her slender body moved and how the early evening light made her dark blonde hair seem to glow. He held...

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Bikini Beach A Private Matter

Bikini Beach: A Private Matter By Bashful Anya called her grandmother and told her the bad news. "We've had another incident, someone sprayed 'Silly String' inside a locker and ruined a girls leather coat." "Damn it! Of course, no one saw anything, right?" the old woman said. "Nothing. I told the girl we would replace the jacket but she said she wasn't coming back. I'm sorry grandmother, I don't know what else we can do." Anya was near tears. There had been many incidents...

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Bikini Beach Nerds Fund Raiser

This story is copyright by the author, all rights reserved. It may be freely posted at Fictionmania. Any other site, free or otherwise, must ask permission. *** This tale is part of the continuing tale of the Nerds and their adventures with Bikini Beach. Earlier installments define the characters, which are very loosely based on Revenge of the Nerds. The cast is repeated here for convenience. Cast of Characters Brandon - a nerdish type who fits the stereotype to a tee,...

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Bikini Beach Junior Prank

Bikini Beach: The Junior Prank By Heather St. Claire Because the magic of the Bikini Beach water park is designed to affect men, some people might mistakenly assume that men are the only ones who can be taught lessons there. That's far from the truth. Let's look back at a story from Bikini Beach's past, when Anya was younger, and not long after Grandmother first allowed her solo duty in the ticket booth. It was early March, and a beautiful weekday. The clouds had parted...

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Bikini Beach A Punks Story

Bikini Beach: A Punk's Story By Ellie Dauber Copyright 2000 By the time we came back after the Memorial Day break, the school year's just about over. Sure, there were a couple weeks left -- and the exams, but who worries about them? Me, I was thinking about the summer, three months to have fun and raise hell. It looked like the fun was starting early. It was just a couple of days after we got back. I was walking around, looking for Bill Gerhart. Bill was just a guy I knew, but...

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Bikini Beach Same Old Story

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

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Bikini Beach Friends with Benefits

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

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Bikini Beach The Band

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

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Bikini Beach The Sub

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

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Bikini Beach The Family Outing

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

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Bikini Beach Initiation Rites

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

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Bikini Beach Wandering Eyes

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

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Bikini Beach The Regatta

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

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Bikini Beach Teaching Sally

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

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Bikini Beach The Gift Certificate

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

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Bikini Beach A Day At The Beach

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

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Bikini Beach Child Star

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

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Bikini Beach YuGiOh Style

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

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Bikini Beach Hey Hey Paula

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

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Bikini Beach Saving A Life

Bikini Beach: Saving A Life Copyrighted 2000 By Radioactive Loner and JDG I was not a happy man. The heat was baking me. Well, not just me, but pretty much all the residents of the fair city where I lived, except those with air conditioners. I was unfortunately not among that number, and so I lay prostrate across my bed, sweat popping out of every pore in my body, feeling as if I was being baked in a slow heat, heat resounding both into and out of my body in a languid...

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Bikini Beach Nerds Date Rape Avenger

Bikini Beach: Nerds - Date Rape Avenger When a friend of the nerds is date-raped, the nerds decide to help see that justice is done. ********************************************************** Bikini Beach: Nerds - Date Rape Avenger This tale is part of the continuing tale of the Nerds and their adventures with Bikini Beach. Earlier installments define the characters, which are very loosely based on Revenge of the Nerds. The cast is repeated here for convenience. ...

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Bikini Beach The Purse Snatcher

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

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Bikini Beach Choices

Bikini Beach: Choices By JDG Brad Damien was not a happy man, but then, he hadn't been really happy for some time. It wasn't really anything he could readily identify. He was content in his work, being a construction supervisor was rewarding. You got to see the physical manifestation of your effort come together bit by bit. It wasn't his kids. His daughter, Jan, was the prettiest 16 year old at Arcadia High School, and the best behaved too. His younger daughter, Patricia, was a...

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Bikini Beach The Nerds Revenge

Bikini Beach: The Nerds - Revenge By Elrod W Brandon and Robert had been the best of friends since they were four. They'd grown up across the street from each other. They went to the same schools, and they shared most of the same interests. The one problem, to the consternation of their mothers and the disappointment of their fathers, was that neither boy took any sort of interest in sports. Neither boy was built for sports; they were under six feet in height, and rather slight...

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Bikini Beach Another Mans Shower Part 1

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

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Bikini Beach Self Sacrifice

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

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Bikini Beach Customer Service

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

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Bikini Beach Boyfriends

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

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Bikini Beach The New Neighbor

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

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Bikini Beach Bimbo Petes Whore Wife

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

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Bikini Beach Priorities

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

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Bikini Beach Desperate Times

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

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Bikini Beach An Affair to Remember

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

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Bikini Beach Julies Dilemma

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

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Bikini Beach Midnight Swim

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

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Bikini Beach the Nerds Frat House

This tale is very loosely based on Revenge of the Nerds, and is set in the Bikini Beach universe. The characters were initially defined in my earlier tale "Bikini Beach: The Nerds - Revenge", and are listed here for reference. This story is copyright by the author, all rights reserved. It may be posted on Fictionmania. Any other free site may post this story with permission of the author. Cast of Characters Brandon - a nerdish type who fits the stereotype to a tee, and...

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Bikini Beach One Summers Day

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

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Bikini Beach Understanding A Girlfriend

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

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Bikini Beach The Orphan

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

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Bikini Beach Peeping Tom

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

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Bikini Beach To Serve and Protect

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

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Bikini Beach A New Experience

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

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Bikini Beach Cheer Squad

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

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Bikini Beach Mommys Girl

Bikini Beach: Mommy's Girl By Ellie Dauber (c) 2001 "Alex, what are you doing downstairs?" Jill Nash stood in the living room doorway glaring at her sixteen-year old son. Alex jumped, pulling his long legs off the top of the coffee table. "I'm just watching SportsBeat, Mom. They're doing a feature on East Side's baseball team. Mr. Graham said we should watch it for English class." Alex's high school team was the likely city champion for the third year in a row, and the whole school...

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Bikini Beach Denial

Bikini Beach: Denial By: Light Clark Synopsis: Logan Holt considered himself not just God's gift to women, but God's gift to the world until a trip to Bikini Beach gives him unwanted insight into who he really is. Will he be able to learn from the experience or will he sink into the depths of denial? "Jeez, look at all the babes!" Jayce Miller shouted as he caught glimpse of the line to get into the water park. "They don't call this place Bikini Beach for nothing. Hot...

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