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Life after Bikini Beach: Part 4
Mike dropped me off at home after the game. I popped out of the passenger
door and walked around to the driver's side as he lowered the window. I
happily kissed him on the lips as he reached out and fondled my right
breast with with his left hand.
I was getting wet right on the curb. The fact was, I wanted to pull him
out of the car and fuck him on my front lawn.
I pulled away from him before thought could become action and hurried
inside my front door. I didn't bother to look for my mom. I didn't want
to give her the chance to get a good whiff of me before I could run
upstairs. I needed to take a shower.
Once in the safety of my room, I pulled off my clothes and stood naked in
front of the full-length mirror.
This is who I am. This is who I want to be.
I had to be honest with myself. I now dreaded the idea that I would wake
up as Ryan tomorrow morning. Instead, I wanted to wear something cute to
school, kiss my boyfriend hello in front of his locker, and head off to
homeroom where I could talk with my girlfriends about losing my virginity
this weekend.
I wanted to go to cheer practice.
I wanted to have a boyfriend.
I wanted more multiple orgasms.
And if I had to spend my life as a woman to do it, then that was OK with
me. I could accept inconvenient clothes, sexism, periods, and bearing
children in exchange as long as I could look forward to a lifetime of
female sex.
Maybe my values were completely misplaced. Maybe my brain had been
overcome by pleasure.
But that was the bottom-line truth.
I sat down on my bed and crossed my legs as I continued to look at myself
in the mirror. I was consciously aware of performing this little feminine
act. If I decided to buy a lifetime pass, such little habits would become
part of my life.
I looked at the cosmetics spread across my dresser, the purse sitting on
my desk, and high heeled shoes lined up in the bottom of my closet.
Formal events would mean wearing a dress, putting on makeup, and walking
around in heels. Marriage would mean sharing a bed with a bigger,
stronger man to whom I would give myself sexually.
And let's get real. As much as I would refuse to let a man condescend to
me, the last two days of sexual experience told me that, inside the
bedroom, I'd end up surrendering to Mike if we ended up in a long-term
relationship. That couldn't help but bleed over into our outside-of-bed
relationship.
Was I ready to "be the girl" for the rest of my life?
I looked myself in the mirror. Tasha, sweetie, I think that answer is:
YES!
Relief flooded me after I had made that admission. I think I had already
decided somewhere in the last two days. I had only accepted the truth
just now.
Looking at myself in the mirror I felt, well, happy. Playful. I blew a
kiss at my image in the mirror and said, Girl, we're gonna have lots of
fun!
I wasn't an idiot. I knew exactly how good I looked. I was going to be a
pretty girl for quite a few years yet. And the world treats pretty girls
very well.
As I sat on the comforter of my neatly made bed (something Ryan NEVER
did), I looked up at my lace-encrusted canopy. This was my world now.
This was MY room. I lay naked on my queen-sized bed and wondered what it
would be like to get fucked by Mike here.
I parted my soft thighs and slipped my right forefinger into my neatly
trimmed vagina. My mind drifted to the vibrator I had hidden in the big
box of Tampax I had stored in my bathroom until I realized a disturbing
reality.
Tomorrow, I would wake up as Ryan.
The thought immediately jolted me from my pink haze. All of this will be
gone in a matter hours if I don't do something about it.
It was now 3:30 PM. It would take nearly two hours to drive to BB, and
the park closed at 8. I jumped up from the bed and bolted into the
shower. I tied my hair into a bun and stepped under the water nozzle. I
quickly soaped my body, taking particular care with my heavily-trafficed
vagina (well, at least recently).
After hurriedly drying myself, I let down my mostly-dry hair and put on a
black bra and panty set and then added white short shorts, a yellow
sleeveless top, and a pair of strappy flat sandals that displayed my
polished toes. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door for my apple-
green Fiat.
As I headed north, I was much more aware of men looking at me as I drove
down the highway. I knew I would have to get used to this because it
would continue for some years to come. But now, I didn't really mind.
Amazing what a few orgasms can do to change your perspective.
Of course, they were some really good orgasms.
As I drove, I could not help but think about my changed future. I dug
into my Tasha memories about the realities of dealing with a period. My
recollection was they they were uncomfortable, messy, and inconvenient;
but weren't so horrible that I'd consider them a deal-breaker.
Occasionally, I had bad cramps. But I responded well to a combination of
Gatorade and muscle-relaxants. I could live with them.
Rape would now be something that could happen to me. I was 5'2" 105 lbs.
I would have to be much more aware of my surroundings and safety. Cute
guys could be both a potential source of pleasure as well as a threat. A
date would be fraught with minefields that I had never had to deal with
before.
Of course, I already had a boyfriend. It's not like Mike would have to
rape me.
The bigger problem would be that I'd have to restrain myself to keep Mike
from thinking I was a disposable slut.
I enjoyed a few pleasant miles projecting out our future sex life until I
slammed into a mental brick wall that I had not foreseen. Probably sooner
rather than later, if our relationship continued on its current path,
Mike would ask me to give him a blow job. And that thought brought my
happy little daydreams to a screeching halt.
It was going to happen. Mike was going to ask me to suck his dick.
I almost slammed into the back of a semi because I couldn't stop thinking
about it. Guys throw "cocksucker" around as the ultimate perjorative of
male failure. Now, Mike was going to ask me to become one.
I was going to do it too.
Oh, I would resist. In fact, I was already thinking about how I would act
the first time he asked me. I couldn't imagine enjoying Mike shooting a
load of cum down my throat. But, he'd break me down eventually.
Right now, I wanted to pursue a strategy where it would become a "special
favor" rather than something he expected on a regular basis. Unless, of
course, I decided I liked it. I'd heard some women did. I realized that I
would very soon find out if such girls were a male-generated mythical
creature, or something that was actually real. My girlfriends would
certainly offer the unvarnished truth within the confines of the female
lodge.
Of which now I was a lifetime member.
That thought brought up another question: Just how much is this going to
cost?
I knew it would be expensive. One day passes weren't cheap. I knew that
Bikini Beach employees could read my mind and know exactly how much I
could pay. It wasn't like I'd have any bargaining leverage. And, I did
have money.
My bank account held a decent amount, because enterprising little Tasha
worked at Hooters. Check that, enterprising little ME worked at Hooters.
Right now, my mind flooded with all kinds of lame innuendos adult men had
tossed in my direction. It was embarrassing. Beyond that, my mom's
parents had started a college fund for me the day I, and my younger
brother Trevor, were born. They had continued to contribute whenever
their stock portfolio did well. My parents put in money. My dad's
parent's also contributed, though they were not nearly as well off. That
fund could support a VERY nice college education. Even if I wanted to go
to a private school.
I would get access to that account when I turned 18.
I leaped out of the car when I got to Bikini Beach, and jumped onto the
tram. I hurried to the window where a different girl was now at the
ticket booth. She looked a little older than Selene. I glanced at her
name tag, which read "ANYA". Before I could say a word to her, she said,
"You need to go to the office."
"Why?"
"Before we'll sell you a lifetime pass, there are a few things you need
to discuss with my grandmother. She owns the park."
I gulped. If she owned the park, then the magic had to come from her. I
felt Dorothy being told that I had to see the Wizard of Oz. I could not
help but wonder if I would look cute wearing a pair of ruby slippers.
What a stupid question, Tash. You'd look good in army boots.
Anya indicated a nearby door. I could not help but tremble as I crossed
the short distance and opened the door. Maybe I was weaker, or I was just
too anxious, but the door felt very heavy. I pulled it open nonetheless
and stepped inside.
Sitting behind a large wooden desk was a gray haired women. The office
wasn't fancy. A portable wall unit air conditioner blasted a cold draft
from it's perch high on the wall behind her desk. The chairs were vinyl
and looked well worn. But the computer on the desk look new, with a large
monitor featuring large text to be easy on her aged eyes.
I sat in the right hand chair before her desk and primly crossed my
smooth left leg over my right. Would I ever get used to this velvety
skin? I supposed I would. Probably faster than I thought. Before I could
open my mouth, she said, "So, you want a lifetime pass."
"Yes, ma'am."
"I can see you've thought about it. I also know that you're riding a
multiple-orgasm high. You do know that life as a woman will be about a
lot more than sex, don't you?"
I nodded.
"You're not going to be young and cute forever, you know. You'll age like
everyone else. Someday, you can expect to be an old woman. I can tell
you that it's hardly glamorous. What will you do then?"
"I'm not exactly sure ma'am. But, does any young girl know that? I intend
to make the most of every day I get. I suppose I will learn along the
way."
"Perhaps. But what if you regret what you've done?"
"That's not going to happen."
She asked, "How can you know that?"
"Because this is who I am. I have no desire to wake up tomorrow as
someone else."
Her eyes bored into me and I forced myself not to flinch. I looked her
right back.
Finally, she relented. "If you've made up your mind, young lady, I won't
stand in your way. But there's going to be a few conditions---and a few
things you need to know first."
She continued, "I won't let you buy a lifetime pass before you turn
eighteen. First of all, you can't afford it until you get access to your
college fund. You do know that a lifetime pass will put a considerable
dent in your account, don't you?"
I nod once again.
"You're probably going to have to compromise on your college choice. Is
that acceptable to you?"
"Yes."
"You turn 18 in nearly a month. You have to live a complete month as a
woman before I'll sell you the lifetime pass. If you still choose to be
Tasha, I'll upgrade it then."
I try not to jump up and down with joy. Instead I say, "Okay."
"There's also something you need to know. Your sex drive, and pleasure
you get from sex, aren't normal. Ryan was an average man. But, Tasha's
response is way into the top 1 percentile of all women. Right now, that
feels like an unqualified benefit. It's not. Your desires, and your sex
drive, will pull you toward bad decisions. You're going to have to fight
that for many years to come."
For the first time, some true doubt crept crossed my mind.
"Don't think I don't know why you're doing this, young lady. Selene
didn't consider your physiology when she projected outcomes. Though I
doubt the results would have been any different if Anya was in the booth.
The fact is, there aren't many people who would give up that body after
experiencing what it has to offer. Yet, what you've got is something like
an Italian sports car. It's great if you can handle it. But you'll wrap
yourself around a tree if you open up the throttle before you're familiar
with the road. You have memories from a life you haven't led. Those will
help. But they're not like real experience. You've got to understand that
you're living in a world that you don't really know. Be careful."
She paused for a moment, and then said, "Ok, lecture over. Young lady, go
back over to the ticket booth and Anya will take care of the paperwork."
Grandmother stepped out from behind her desk and lightly grabbed my
forearm as I rose from the chair. She escorted me out the door of her
office and nudged me toward the employee entrance to the ticket booth.
I walked across the distance on wobbly legs. I couldn't believe that, for
all intents and purposes, it was done. I was Tasha. I knew there was no
way I was going back. Ryan was gone.
The door opened and Anya stood in the entrance. As I stood before her, I
was surprised to see how much bigger she was than me. Ryan would have
towered over her. But then, Ryan was bigger and stronger than most men.
Anya was a good 4 inches taller than me and at least twenty pounds
heavier, and she wasn't the least bit fat. She was a slim, curvy young
woman with a nice figure. I was tiny.
She greeted me with a hug, which I returned with awkward acceptance. She
smiled. "You're going to have to get used to that, sweetie. Girls often
greet each other with hugs."
I knew that, but I was also used to towering over female friends. Now,
most of them would be bigger than me. It was one more thing I would have
to get used to.
Anya sat at her computer. She said, "Could I see your card?"
I reached into my purse and took out my wallet. I pulled out my two-day
pass. Her fingers flew over the keys before she nodded toward the card
reader next to her computer and said, "Swipe it."
I slammed the card through the reader.
Anya said, "Okay, that's upgraded to a month pass. When you come back to
upgrade to your lifetime pass, we'll have to issue you a new card."
Even Anya thought my "lifetime pass" to be a fait accompli. I'm not sure
she realized what she had said. Considering she had the ability to
project the future with her magic (at least she did if her Grandmother
was telling the truth in her conversation with me), that was a pretty
strong statement.
"Welcome to the club. If you ever feel the need to talk about things with
other transformees, I run a group meeting once a month. And you can
always come back to the park. There are more people than you know going
through the same thing. Don't think you're alone. And don't try to handle
everything by yourself. That's not who you are, anymore."
She ended with a friendly wave, "I have to get back to work. Remember,
you're a member here."
I walked out to my car in a bit of a daze. I had done it. I was now Tasha
and this smooth skin, these soft breasts, and pipestem arms were now part
of my everyday world.
And I was happy.
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