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 tasted dull and ordinary. Anya considered asking her grandmother to go home early.

Then she saw HER. Patricia Heshe, according to her name tag. She had long blond hair, her body had curves to die for, and any guy walking on the street would certainly love to screw this gorgeous thirty-something vixen until his brains came out his urethra.

Patricia walked up to the counter and asked, "I have a single-day pass, and I’d like to use it. My boyfriend’s been asking for sex every day, and I can’t handle it. I wanna escape him, and all men."

Normally, Anya would have stamped the pass and let her in, without hearing a word. But she was so bored, she’d have heard that sweet alto voice read the zip-code directory for an hour. And although she’d heard stories like Patricia’s hundreds of times, she could believe it with a body like THAT. She also sensed something was amiss about her, so she let it go. "Sure, miss. Just enter the park, and knock yourself out. The ladies’ washroom is over to the right." She watched Patricia enter, and turned back towards the tedium of greeting customers.

But five minutes later, Anya heard a rather loud scream come from the washroom. "AAAAIE! What’s happening to me?" she heard. Glad to relieve her boredom, Anya ran over towards the lockers and checked it out. Patricia had yelled, and she was wearing a red bikini bra, with matching heels. But she wasn’t wearing the matching bottom.

"What’s wrong, miss? You certainly won’t let you go dressed like THAT. Do you want the little girls to see your vagina, plain as day?"

"That’s the problem," Patricia replied. "I don’t HAVE a vagina."

"But you’re a woman. Oh, dear. I’m gonna have to call my grandmother on this one." Anya left the room, and returned with her kindly old master. "Grandmother," she asked her, "would you mind showing me the video-tape?"

The old woman replied, "Sure, Anya dear. Oh, no. I fear this is a new experience I’ve never had before, but let’s watch the tape and see." She waved her hands in the air, and images started floating next to Patricia.

All poor Patricia could do was stare, dumbfounded. Curious, she asked the old lady, "What’s this? I didn’t see any evidence of security cameras in the lockers."

Anya asked the old woman, "Should we tell her about Bikini Beach’s secret?"

The old woman nodded her head.

"Okay." Anya explained. "My grandmother and I are magicians. And this whole park runs on magic."

"Yeah right," Patricia snickered. "And I’m the Easter Bunny."

"You don’t know how right you are, Patricia," Anya replied. She waved her hands at Patricia, and turned her into a giant bunny, complete with a basket full of green plastic eggs and dyed hard-boiled eggs.

"Whoa! Okay, I believe you, just change me back," Patricia replied. Since she was a bunny, her buck teeth made her voice sound strange. Anya chanted a couple words in a strange language, and Patricia returned to her previous self, only wearing a red bikini bottom to finish her ensemble.

Anya said, "As you probably know, Bikini Beach is a place for women to get away from leering males like your boyfriend. But some men come in, looking for some fine young pussy in a bikini. But that’s exactly what we don’t want. Still, we don’t wish to turn customers away, so the men’s showers magically turn them into females. They remain female until their guest pass expires, plus another twelve hours to avoid complications. Occasionally, a man turned female will like her new gender so much, she’ll buy a pass to let her remain a woman longer, sometimes for the rest of her life. But that should only happen in the men’s lockers. That shouldn’t go on in the ladies’. My grandmother and I will have to watch the video."

All three women turned towards the apparition floating next to the lady in red. They saw Patricia take off her outfit, get into the shower, and observe steam coming out of the stall.

"Hey! That’s the pink mist," Anya complained. "That only happens in the men’s room, when he transforms into a lady. That shouldn’t happen here."

"Anya, I’ve been around over a century longer than you, and I know about these sort of things. I think I know what’s going on." The kindly old woman "rewound" the vision, then paused it as Patricia removed her panties. She zoomed in on the crotch region and saw...

"Good lord, Grandma! She’s a he!"

"That’s exactly what I was going to tell you, dear." The old lady turned towards Patricia and said, "Would you mind explaining how you got to be this way?"

Patricia sighed and said, "Okay, I guess I’d better tell you. I was born male, with the name Patrick Hershey. But I didn’t like being a scrawny little guy, so I went on hormones and became the attractive young she-male you see here. Okay, the attractive young she-male you saw at the gate. That pink stuff must have removed my penis, and turned it into the usual feminine orifice."

The elderly woman smiled. "I always wondered what would happen if a she-male used the showers. Now I know. And I think I’ll let them use the ladies’ lockers from now on, since the mist did such a fine job on you, Patricia."

Patricia gasped, "How did you know my name?"

The old woman responded, "My grand-daughter here told you, I’m a magician. Now Patricia, I assume you changed your name after you went through the hormones."

She nodded her head. "Yes I did, ma’am. And these things," Patricia explained, holding up her rather large breasts, "are implants."

I wondered about that, Anya thought to herself. Then she told Patricia, "Since you got the one-day pass, you’ll become a she-male again twelve hours after you leave the park. I hope you enjoy your stay here."

"I sure will!" Patricia screamed. She ran towards the water slide, and yelled "Gangway!" in a voice Anya and her grandmother could barely hear.

"How come you never told me about this before, Grandma?" Anya asked her elder.

"You never asked." She smiled. "Now get back to work, you still have a line of a hundred people to admit before closing time." Anya followed her grandmother’s orders, and nothing out of the ordinary happened the rest of the day.

Two days later, Anya noticed Patricia getting in line for the park. "Patricia! How’d your time as a woman go?"

"Excellent!" she responded. She turned to a big burly man next to her and said, "I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Carter."

"Nice to meet you," he replied. "Patricia told me all about this place. You probably know about my taste in ‘special’ women, so I’d like to visit the park, too."

"Sure." Anya sold both Patricia and Carter a one-day pass, and the two of them enjoyed their time in the park.

The next day, Patricia visited Bikini Beach a third time, and she brought Carter with her. "Anya, Carter and I would like to buy a life-time pass."

"Sure. That’ll be two hundred dollars. Be warned, though, that if you buy them, you’ll both be female for the rest of your lives."

"No, we don’t want that," Patricia replied. Shocked, Anya listened as Patricia continued. "I want the — umm — female entrance back, but I wish to keep my male organ as well."

"I’d also like to have a double set. It’s been a sexual fantasy of mine for years," Carter added.

Anya told them, "Well, we don’t usually do that sort of thing. We have a friend who takes care of these deals. Here, I’ll give you his card." She presented them with two cards. Both said, "Spells R Us. For all your personal needs. Coming soon to a mall near you." Carter and Patricia scratched their heads, not recognizing them.

"They’re special cards for a special business," Anya added. "The gentleman who runs the store is a little twisted, but he can grant what you want better than I could. And they’ve been sprinkled with teleportation powder, so you should be able to find his store with ease. Spells R Us usually moves around at random. Good luck!"

Carter and Patricia wished Anya well, then headed for the nearest mall. Once inside, the two found a strange wooden shop near the front entrance. Inside, they found a lot of strange gadgets and baubles. The shriveled old man behind the counter in the bathrobe looked even stranger.

"Hi Patricia, hello Carter. Welcome to Spells R Us. I hear you’ve asked for a strange request my friend at Bikini Beach couldn’t fulfill."

"But how did -" Patricia and Carter responded in unison.

The old man replied, "I’m a wizard. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find the item you want in the backroom." He then went behind the curtain. The SRU wizard found Dannie working there, sorting the shelves and scrubbing the floor.

"Hey! What’s going on?" Dannie asked her master.

"We have two customers. They want the Medallion of Hermaphrodite, so I’ll need two." Dannie took them down from the shelves. They were silver necklaces, with golden pendants in the shape of a combination male-female symbol. She gave them to the wizard.

"Here you go. And one more thing."

"What’s that, my girl?"

"Pay up. I won the wager fair and square."

The old man groaned, then pulled out a scrap of paper. "Here’s the spell for turning someone into a werewolf. Now use it wisely, and don’t let it get into the wrong hands."

"Will do, Wiz," she replied as she went back to her scrubbing. As the wizard returned to his customers, she remembered her old friend Patricia, and how she’d wagered with the old man wether Patricia would want to keep her new female organ after visiting Bikini Beach. Of course, the wizard knew what was going to happen there, but he purposely had decided not to envision the outcome of the wager, just what would happen at the water park. Now that she’d won, Dannie knew she’d not have to dust her master’s extensive collection of spell books. She was also eager to see Patricia and Carter in action, maybe even visit them for a little "new experience" of her own.

THE END

 

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