Now listen good and listen tough, Pilgrim. If y’all are under 18 or still livin’ at home with momma, or if y’all are offended by transgender themes, then someone oughtta tell ya to get your sorry butt outta hear, but ah’m not gonna do it; no, ah’m not gonna do it; the hell ah’m not! Get your sorry butt over to the Disney site. NOW! (Ah hear that Duck fella doesn’t wear any pants.)

 

Bikini Beach: What’s Good for the Gander...     by: Jezzi Belle Stewart       © 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 hated nice.

Then had come the "work" dinner. The innocent glass of wine, then a second, and a third, and so on till Carl took his pleasure with the unresisting girl. The next day he had made sure to be gone when she arose, ashamed and humiliated by what she had done. At work, he’d been cold and aloof, ignoring her. Somehow pictures of their night of passion had found their way to her fianc e; "I wonder how ever that could have happened?" he chuckled inwardly. Soon it was apparent she was pregnant. Of course he had fired the little slut.

Carl thought back over the many other girls in his past who he had consigned to a similar fate. Now the thrill of the chase was on him again, a new young girl from a "nice" family that had recently moved into his apartment complex. He had learned that she would be at this water park, Bikini Beach, today. His reverie was broken when he heard, "How may I help you, sir?" He looked up and saw an attractive young blonde behind the ticket window. As his mind shifted into present time, a quick feeling of wrongness flickered, but vanished quickly.

"I’d like a ticket." he said as he leered at her.

Annya had been expecting this man. Special arrangements had been made for him, so special that they had awaited this face-to-face encounter for implementation. Annya didn’t like what was about to happen, but a quick read of his mind convinced her that this man deserved it, and she mentally flicked the switch that activated the special modifications to the Park’s magic. She, too, had felt the momentary flicker of wrongness, but such loathing filled her for this man over what she had seen in his mind that the wrong feeling quickly vanished from her consciousness. "This is a private park," she said, "so we don’t sell tickets. We do, however, have some special guest passes from time to time. All I have right now is a lifetime pass. It’s quite expensive."

Carl was quite wealthy; price was unimportant when he sensed his quarry in reach. "I’ll take it.," he said, passing!over his platinum Mastercard. Having completed the transaction, he signed the pass on the back and proceeded toward the men’s locker room. "Be sure to take a shower before entering the park; it’s a city health regulation!" Annya called after him, watching his retreating back. Carl was thirty years old, six feet tall, chiseled Roman features, dark curly hair, and a body kept trim and in shape. She wondered how such a handsome man could be so evil. There was no one else in line, so she decided to follow Carl, giving him time to enter the shower before she entered the locker room. She wanted to see this one getting what was coming to him!

She had taken about three steps into the locker room when she was struck be a mental tidal wave. Something was terribly, terribly wrong! She rushed toward the showers....

Carol Gold stood by a large boulder about twenty feet from the exit from the men’s’ shower room. Although she tried to hide it with a prim hairstyle, no makeup, and a conservative one-piece bathing suit, it was impossible for anyone to see her as anything but drop dead gorgeous - Centerfold material, she would call herself, bitterly. A grim smile played across her lips as she thought of the girl about to emerge. And there she was! Carol was a bit surprised. The girl was cute and young, about fourteen with widening hips, a narrow waist, budding breasts - almost a "B" cup, she thought - and long straight blonde hair; Carl had midnight black hair and she had expected the girl’s hair to be that color also. Everything else seemed right, though. The girl looked thoroughly confused and frightened, staring down at her bare breasts above a red bikini bottom.

With an evil expression on her face, Carol walked toward the girl. "Why, hello, Carley, you naughty little girl; don’t you know you can’t go topless in the park? she said with mock concern. "People will think you’re a slut." She pulled a skimpy red bikini top from the pocket of her wrap and held it out to her. When the girl made no move to take it, Carol simply wrapped it around her chest and fastened the straps behind her back and neck with neat bows. "There, now you look presentable - so cute and young ... and feminine!" Now her voice took on a cruel edge. "How do you feel, CARL?!"

At the sound of the male name, the girl seemed to come out of her trance. "Carol? You know me? What are you doing here? What’s happened to me? I’m a... a... a...

"...girl?" Carol prompted, again with mock concern. "Why yes you are, dear, and it’s permanent, you know. You bought a lifetime pass. yes, you’re going to be a cute little girlie-o for the rest of your life, CARLEY. That’s who you are now, you know ... Carley ... the name’s my gift to you, and, oh, yes, a reminder of who you used to be. No last name, though, you’ll have to come up with that by yourself. Certainly not Desmond, there’s no more Carl Desmond...EVER!

"What...? Carol, Why? How...? Carley started to cry and double over in emotion caused pain.

Carol put her arms around the sobbing girl and led her over to a table and seated her in a chair. Carley slumped, put her head in her ams on the table and cried. Carol took a chair on the opposite side so she could look at him - oops, her; when Carley’s crying reached the sniffling stage, she said sharply, "Sit up! Look at me! Now here’s the way it is..."

This is Bikini Beach, a magic place. You’ve been changed into a girl by magic. A fairly young, but pretty girl; I planned it that way. You’ll find that you’re not as intelligent as you used to be, about average, I’d say. You’ll find that your sex drive is quite a bit higher than Carl’s was, but not uncontrollable. you’re finished with puberty and should develop rapidly from now on; by the end of two years, you should be drop dead Playboy, Barbie doll gorgeous, every male’s wet dream. But mentally, in everything except IQ, and sex drive, you will still be all Carl!" Now the bitterness in her voice was full blown. "Prissy, morally upright, holier-than-thou "I can’t do that; it wouldn’t be right." Carl - and, of course, straight as an arrow heterosexual Carl."

"Ordinarily, the Bikini Beach magic places a man in a new reality where he has always been a she; only a very few know otherwise. Also the magic usually softens the blow of transition, providing "training wheels" so to speak. The new girl automatically knows how to put on makeup, for example, and is unthinkingly female heterosexually oriented; she LIKES men. In your case, I was able to make it so that these default settings have been overridden. Carley is in the same reality as Carl; she will be a Jane Doe, and Carl’s disappearance will be a scandal. Her sexual orientation and moral values will be Carl’s, but not his intelligence. You will mourn the loss of your intelligence, Carl - and this is the last time I’ll call you that - but you’re going to HATE your looks and sex drive. With your looks, no man will ever take you seriously as anything but a sex object," (here the triumph in her voice was evident), "and you won’t have the brains to overcome that! More, your body will WANT to be a sex object for men, while your Carl-mind will HATE it. You’ll have to fight to earn a living. You’ll have to fight to maintain those high-and-mighty moral standards of yours. And you’re starting out with NOTHING and only fourteen years old!" Here she threw up her hands and shouted. "I LOVE IT! And I’ll be watching you, love." Her voice was now intense. She was gripping the edges of the table now, head thrust forward staring straight into the eyes of the horrified Carley. "You won’t be able to detect me, but I’ll be watching every moment of your struggle to maintain your Carl-self, and struggle you will; I know you!" Now she sat back, visibly relaxing. "Maybe you’ll be able to do it; I gave you the ability, just barely. But I’m betting you won’t." Mock sweetness now. "I’m not a total bitch, honey. There’s some girl clothes, although you may find them a tad confusing without the "training wheels" and just a bit risqu , and a purse with a twenty dollar bill, a lipstick, and some tampons in it in your locker; your period should start within a day!" Now all charades were dropped and the anger and bitterness was full-blown. "Have a miserable life, CARLEY!" And Carol forcefully pushed back her chair and got up to leave. Carley’s voice, soft, neutral, unexpectedly calm, stopped her.

"Why?"

A little curious about "her" calm control, Carol sat back down. "Maybe I should tell you. It will be good therapy for me, and give a frustrating edge to your "life sentence" when you hear how I’ve duped you, as well as these nicey-nice powers that be here at Bikini Beach."

"I’ve been on the receiving end of men’s shit for as long as I can remember." Carol began. "When I was fourteen, I already had this body, the kind of body you’ll have, in a few years, Carley. Mom had died and it was just Dad and me, and he began to sexually abuse me. Every guy in school tried to get into my panties. I’m smart, but none of my teachers recognized that. The men teachers were just as horney as the boys - I had to have sex with the dean to avoid being expelled on trumped up charges - and the women teachers were envious; in their minds I became nothing but "that little tramp."

"I should have graduated with honors from high school, but instead just barely made it. I couldn’t get into college. I couldn’t get a decent job. Even the fast food places fired me because the boys hung around too long and scared away the family trade. I had lots of offers for prostitution and porno films, but I couldn’t bring myself to be an object for the sex that had abused me. The lesbian porn trade wasn’t any better, and when I tried getting a job at women owned businesses, I found the owners no better than my female teachers had been. I even thought about plastic surgery to make myself plain looking, but couldn’t bring myself to do it - no money, either." Her control broke for a moment, and she slammed her fist down on the table. "DAMN! It just wasn’t fair; beauty shouldn’t be a curse!"

Seemingly switching gears, Carol asked conversationally, "Do you remember what Carl was thinking as he entered the Bikini Beach parking lot, Carley? Of course you do. Thoughts he had right up till he was in the shower and it was too late. Were those true thoughts, true memories, Carley, dear?" Dripping sarcasm here "Of course they weren’t! Carl was a genuinely nice man. I remember when I first met him. Remember?

I was thirty years old; years of living hand to mouth, struggling to remain a "good girl" when I saw an ad for a secretarial job. I was going to do my usual tricks; mousy brown wig, binding my breasts, thick glasses, but I decided what the hell and wore my sexiest outfit - If nothing else, Carl was going to be my first trick! I had sunk that low. But it wasn’t like that at all. Your - Carl’s - look on meeting me acknowledged my beauty, and then ignored it! I had my first normal job interview from a man, and I got the job! On my ability! At first I thought he was gay, but then I met his wife, a lovely person in her own right. It was easy to tell they were very much in love. When your top sales rep, the man who was bringing in the most money for the company, hit on me, tried to threaten me with losing my job if I didn’t FUCK" - her voice rose - "him right away, you (the switch to second person was natural. Carol was lost in the moment.) fired him! You promoted me, made me your personal secretary. I was a guest in your home several times. At first I couldn’t believe my luck after all those years. But gradually I began to hate you. HATE YOU!" Again the fist on the table. I had carefully built my whole personality structure around the fact that all men were scum. I don’t mean the silly joking that women normally indulge in. The belief that ALL men are scum had become the essential core of what made me, me. And now you were tearing down that core, destroying me just by being you. How dare you be a good man! There weren’t any! I vowed there would not be any. In order for my belief structure to stay in tact, you HAD to be destroyed, and not just destroyed, humiliated, degraded, made to experience what your kind had made of me. You see that don’t you?" A note of pleading entered her voice. Carley just continued to gaze calmly at her, though, which restored her anger. "I knew about Bikini Beach before I met you." she continued grimly. "A girlfriend of mine had a pretty little submissive lesbian lover. One girls’ night out, when we were both more than a bit drunk and I was doing my usual bitching about men, all of a sudden she started giggling and said, ‘You need Bikini Beach!’ and she went on to tell me the story of her lazy no-account husband. In an attempt to revitalize the relationship, Sheila - that’s my friend - suggested they go to this new water park she had seen the ads for, Bikini Beach, and he agreed. When they arrived and she saw the stream of gorgeous girls going into the park, she began to reconsider, but her husband, with a leer on his face, had already gotten in line. The young girl at the ticket window explained that Bikini Beach was a private park, but they did have a few guest passes. It just so happened they had two lifetime passes, specially discounted that day."

Carol momentarily snapped out of her reverie. "Sound familiar, sweetie?", she snapped at Carley. Then she returned to her story. Well, when Sheila realized that the cute little thing that had emerged from the men’s locker room was really her husband, she almost rolled on the ground laughing. At that point, the young lady from the ticket window appeared and handed her husband a bikini top." She glanced at Carley for a reaction. There was none, just that calm stare. When Sheila commented that "she" had put it on as if she had been doing it all her life, The young lady took them aside and explained the normal - not your case, dear - workings of Bikini Beach. No one would her would remember her husband. All would remember "her" as always being a girl and being Sheila’s lesbian lover. The submissive traits were programmed in as part of the "training wheels". Sheila commented that she and "Judy" were now quite happy. Having met Judy, I just knew there was no way she could ever have been a man. When I expressed that to Shelia, she asked me to come with her to Bikini Beach, and I agreed. While this seemed pretty stupid in the morning when I was sober, I agreed to go anyway. All we did was sit in the parking lot, but at the end of the day, I believed her. About 20 men had entered the park; none left. I pushed Bikini Beach into the back of my mind. I couldn’t very well lure every man who had "done me wrong" to The Park, could I? Bikini Beach became another bit of interesting but useless information ... till I met you and decided I hated you."

The sun was getting hot, and carol was becoming frustrated over getting no reaction from Carley, so she decided to cut to the chase. I decided a Bikini Beach lifetime pass would be your punishment for destroying my sense of self, but not the normal Bikini Beach treatment. Realizing from Sheila’s experience that there must be some mental filtering process to induce a female change right for the man involved, and knowing what a nice guy are ...were" - She flicked a half smile - "I believed you would land on your feet, maybe even better off than before. I had to find some way around that. Remember, I wanted you PUNISHED! So I learned hypno therapy. You know that. Remember that day your back was bothering you and I asked if I could practice on you, maybe help you out?" Aha! finally there was a flicker of emotion from Carley, as she began to see where carol was leading. "You were so easy! And your back felt so much better that you never thought to inquire whether I’d done only that. Well, CARL-LY, I had Carl sign over to me full power of attorney to run the company, at a much higher salary, and also write letters to the Board of directors and his wife saying that he was going to take a long trip to ‘find himself." If he didn’t return within a year, I was to assume full power and the company would belong to me. You don’t remember your conference with your lawyer where he drew everything up nice and legal, all the while trying to talk you out of it, do you? Oh, I cried with your wife when she came in to see you and I had to tell her you were already gone! Gone here, to Bikini beach! I planted those false memories in his brain along with the command to come here today. I told the Bikini Beach lady I spoke with to set this up all about the fake you. She was so doubtful that anyone could be so evil as you that she wanted to meet you before triggering the changes in The Beach’s magic. I believed/hoped that whatever mental filters were in place would pick up the false memories and not search for the buried real ones. AND IT WORKED! The memories were triggered when you entered the parking lot, everything has gone according to plan, AND YOU’RE STUCK!

With absolutely no trace of emotion, Carley reached across the table and slapped Carol in the face. Hard! And then began to cry. Carol leaped up, her hand to her throbbing cheek. "Enjoy what little satisfaction that gave you, you little bitch! There’s precious little satisfaction you’ll get from your new life. Why I bet you’re multiple fucked and pregnant before the week’s out!" She turned and stormed out, turning back only once briefly to throw "Goodbye, CARLEY!" at the young girl sitting crying at the table. She didn’t see the faint glow beginning to surround her.

When Carol arrived back at Carl’s, now her, office, she found a message about an emergency at the Seattle plant that required her personal attention. She estimated she would be gone three days. Any monitoring of that bitch Carley would have to wait till she returned. "No hurry." she thought, smiling. "All the time in the world."

When Carol returned from Seattle, she found a message from Bikini Beach on her answering machine. Could she come to the park ASAP, please? There was a problem with her niece, Carley.

Carol grabbed her purse and headed out the door. "Niece?" she thought. "Nice try, Carl, but you’ll find out I’ll disown you so fast it’ll make your head spin. Maybe I can arrange it so Carley spends some time in juvie lockup." And smiling and thinking pleasant thoughts like that, she drove to Bikini Beach. When she reached the ticket booth, the same attractive blond girl as before was working; she looked vaguely familiar. "Hi, I’m Ms. Gold. I was told there’s a problem here with a young girl claiming to be my niece. I’d like to get this cleared up; you see, I have no niece."

"Oh, yes, Ms. Gold;" said Annya. "My grandmother, the owner of Bikini Beach, is expecting you. Just go through that door over there.

As she moved toward the door indicated by Annya, Carol noted that the office was actually outside the park. Pushing open the door, she observed a rather sparse office, with a plain wooden desk with three straight-backed chairs facing it. On the desk was a pitcher with what looked like ice tea in it along with several glasses. Behind the desk sat an elderly woman who looked like she had at one time been quite attractive but who had let herself go as old age approached. carol also noted that the room was extremely warm, even hot; she was beginning to sweat already.

The old woman indicated a chair. "Ah, Ms. Gold. I’m so glad you could make it today. I’m sorry, but the air conditioning is on the blink. May I offer you a cold drink?"

Carol was really sweating by this time and gratefully accepted. "You drink of your own free will." the old woman stated formally. Little alarm bells began to go off in Carol’s brain, but it was too late; she had already taken a drink. All her energy seemed to drain out of her and she slumped in the chair. "What...?" she managed to get out before she lost consciousness. She opened her eyes to see the old woman, seated in exactly the same spot, looking over some papers on her desk. At Carol’s croaked "What...?", she looked up.

"Ah, I see you have returned to us." she said. "You have been "out", as they say, for almost an hour. Carol heard the door opened behind her but didn’t seem to be able to turn her head to look. The blonde girl from the ticket booth moved into her view and stood beside the old woman. "This is my granddaughter, Annya." she said conversationally; "You’ve met before." "At the ticket...?"

"Yes." continued the old woman. "But I’m not talking about there." Seeing Carol’s puzzled look, she waved a hand at her granddaughter. Annya made a sign, and a shimmering golden wave seemed to pass across her body. When it was gone, there stood...

"CARLEY!" gasped Carol, as a flood of panic began to engulf her. "Don’t ry to move, dear; you can’t." advised the old woman. Without taking her eyes off Carol, she addressed her granddaughter. "I believe you can leave now, dear; you’ve created the desired effect, and there ARE customers at the ticket window. On your way out, would you show the final pl ayer in our little drama in, please." With a little smile and a wave at Carol, the girl turned to go. Out of the corner of her eye, carol saw the beginning of the golden shimmer, but when she tried to turn and watch the girl exit, she found the old woman had been right, she couldn’t.

"What...?" asked Carol.

Shaking her head, the old woman smiled at Carol. "Tut tut, my dear; you do seem to have a limited vocabulary. Ah, here she is now. An extremely attractive woman with body language that stated unequivocally "professional lady" moved into Carol’s view. She was in her mid twenties and was wearing a tastefully feminine white silk blouse under a blue pinstripe suit; her skirt ended at mid knee. She was wearing pumps with a two-inch heel, and her makeup and jewelry were perfect for the boardroom. Her hair was mid length and styled in a French role ... and it was jet black!

Recognition and denial warred within carol so her "CARL" came out half statement and half question.

"No." said the woman, gazing calmly at Carol; "Carley. Carl is around though; you’ll meet him in a moment." She and the old woman exchanged slight smiles. "You see, you’ve partially succeeded, Carol. I am a woman, just not the kind you intended. I’m Carley, and will be for the rest of my life. And I’m OK with that. Would you care to explain, ma’am?

The old woman fixed her penetrating gaze on Carol. I am extremely disappointed in you. And I am extremely angry. You set out to ruin a good man (Privately, she somewhat agreed with carol that there were few of those, but there were some.) whose only "crime" was to treat you well, with respect and dignity. And you almost succeeded. My security system has now been modified to detect non-magical mental interference in the first stage perimeter, the parking lot. Fortunately for Carley, the first step in the showering process wipes away all outside mental interference in order to create a blank slate for whatever mental changes have been magically programmed to take place. As soon as that took place, my granddaughter received the true mental picture of Carl Desmond and immediately recognized that a grievous wrong was about to take place. It’s a good thing she had decided to follow Carl, as she was able to drag him out of the shower before all but the basic changes had been programmed."

When she paused, Carley continued. "As you can see, she was not able to stop everything. I am a woman, and I am younger, and I am what I would have been had I been born a woman. And "training wheels. But minimum ones so that I can find out about womanhood mostly on my own; I rather like that, actually. Also, my reality has been altered; yours too, as you’ll see. However, as Annya explained it, she was able to revert the system to it’s defaults for me in several important respects regarding the, as she put it, "fine tuning" you wanted.

"No reduction in intelligence, no extreme age reduction, and no unnatural sex drive enhancement." continued the old woman. "She’s not dumb, she’s not a slut, and she’s not too young to live on her own and enjoy life. In this reality, she still owns the company, and her wife is her lesbian lover." At that she tried to stifle a guilty look.

"Don’t feel bad, ma’am." Carley stepped to the old woman’s side and put her arm around her shoulders. "I figured out that that will gradually fade and that I will eventually become a fully heterosexual female. The "training wheels" you know; that had to be the default setting. I’m just glad the change will be gradual, and I’m sure my wife and I will at least end up as best girlfriends.

The old woman looked at Carley with approval and just a hint of thanks. "Carl was one of the better men, and you, Carley, are showing yourself to be one of the better woman. Certainly as compared to you, Carol." She turned her attention on Carol. "But then, you’re not Carol anymore are you? What’s your name? she snapped out.

"Car..., Car..., Carl! No!" her voice rising in, panic, but a different voice, only slightly deeper "I’m not a man; I’m a woman, and my name is... is... Car... Car... Carl!" and HE broke down crying.

"Look at yourself." commanded the old woman. "Look at what you’ve gained and what you’ve lost!"

"And what you haven’t lost." added Carley

Carl’s hands immediately went to his crotch; a bulge there, Then to his chest; no bulges there. He noted in passing that his fingernails were no longer long or painted but that his fingers and hands appeared rather small and dainty, unchanged from Carol’s. Finding he could now move, he jumped up and whirled to face the mirror. A flat-chested Carol with a bulge below the waistline stood there. Still five foot five, still one hundred twenty pounds, still long below the shoulders hair, just enough changes to the face to give it a slightly male cast; the totality was a very femme looking male. He turned to face the old woman. "How could you do this." he half asked and half accused. "By your own rules, Bikini Beach magic only works one way. Sheila told me. You aren’t supposed to be able to turn women into men!" "And Sheila was right, young man." said the old woman, standing now, confronting the new man. "Bikini Beach magic can’t change women to men. But I know a wizard who can. It was his "tea" you drank, of your own free will. I owe him big time now, and, knowing him, he’ll collect in spades. It was worth it, though, to turn the tables on you. You ARE now a man, though, by design, not much of one. You still work for the company, and Carley is your boss. Carley, what’s the verdict on the new Carl?"

"Well, Carl, I think the way you look, you’ll have problems enough without me adding to them." said Carley, circling him, looking him up and down. "I bear you no ill will; I did some background checks these past two days into the pre-change files - don’t ask me how." She held up her well manicured hand to stop the question forming on Carl’s lips. "She" He indicated the old woman. "has ways. And I found what a hard life Carol led that drove her to do this to me. When I walk out the door, I will forget that you were ever Carol. When you walk out, you will forget I was ever Carl. Goodby Carol, if it’s any consolation, you were the best secretary I ever had." He turned to leave, and Carl turned back toward the old woman. Each momentarily froze. "Carley," she said, "If you like, please come back into my office in ten minutes." She waved her hand and Carley continued out the door. She turned her attention on the new Carl and waved her hand in the same manner. he continued his turn till he faced her. "Carl," she said leaning back and speaking in a conversational tone, as I said, Carl, the old Carl, was a good man. Carley will be an even better woman, but she’s still too near her vanished manhood. Both were and are too good. Have you ever read Kipling, Carl?" He nodded his head no, wondering where this was leading. "A shame." s he sighed. "Let me quote you a verse from one of his poems:

‘When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws, They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws. ‘Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.

For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.’ Well, you’ve just been delivered from the vengeance of the male, but not..." here she leaned across the desk at him and her voice turned mean "...from the ‘vengeance of the squaw’ - this squaw, you putrid piece of excrement! How DARE you try to pull a vicious fast one like this on ME! And how DARE you do what you tried to do to a fine person like Carl Desmond! There are few enough good men in the world; we can’t afford to lose the few we’ve got. Now we have one less good one, and one more rotten one; you." Carl was cringing now. "Well, here’s the score, femmy boy. Because that’s what you are now, you know; that’s the way I and the wizard designed you - not a woman, not a real man." Except for the deletion of breasts and the addition of a penis, and a few other little changes to let every one know your not a real woman, your body has been left exactly the way it was when you were Carol except that It gives off special pheromones that attract only homosexual males. Your body language default will be female. If you want to act like a male, you will have to work at it very hard, because the minute you let your guard down, the defaults will take over. Your weak little body will be the plaything of any big gay male that gets you alone. and you will like it; we added that little twist to your mental makeup. Not enjoy it, though; you won’t be able to resist, you’ll do anything your lover tells you, but you’ll feel violated and humiliated every time he ravishes you, even while your body is loving it." "Now she returned to the conversational tone, while Carl just sat there with a horrified deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. And do you know where the highest concentration of sex-starved males is, Carl, made homosexual almost to a man by the absence of females, Carl? Prison, Carl. And that’s where you’ll be going very soon. When Carley returns to her office later today, she will be saddened to learn that her long-term employee, Carl gold, has been bilking the company of employee retirement funds for years. The police will be called in, such a shame. No magic was necessary, just a few phone calls to some friends of mine in Chicago. By day after tomorrow, you’ll be a wanted man, Carl. They’ll love you in Prison, Carl, all those big sex starved men and a cute little femmy thing like you. And that’s your fate, carl, unless you start running now, and keep running. ‘I’m not a total bitch, honey’ " she mockingly quoted carol from three days earlier. "You have a two-day head start. There’s a ten-year-old Hyundai in the parking lot, unlocked, with a set of men’s clothes, the keys, and a hundred dollar bill on the seat - if they’re still there, of course. Go!" She stood up. Go! The longer you wait, the closer you’ll be to wearing lipstick and pink panties with a forced smile on your face while some 350 pound convict reams your backside. Go!

Wait! she held up her hand. "Here’s an alternative. Buy a lifetime pass here. Exactly one hundred dollars. You’ll become a female again." A look of hope appeared on Carl’s face. "Of course," she said maliciously, "I’LL be setting the parameters of your change, determining what kind of girl you’ll be. In the words of one of my favorite screen personages, ‘Do you feel lucky?’ " "Carl, formerly Carol, looked up to plead, but the words died on his lips as he saw the evil grin on the face of the woman he had tried to trick. He could almost hear the other words of that screen personage, "Make my day!" The former Carol Gold, looking ridiculous in female clothes now that there were no female curves to shape them formed her last female thought, "FUCKED!" Head down, Carl Gold hurriedly left the office of Bikini Beach.

The old woman leaned back in her chair and allowed herself a satisfied smile.

"You’ve still got it, honey!" She thought. "Not bad acting for an old broad." Carl Gold would eventually become more masculine and his pheromone production would return to normal male, although there would always be something sissyish about him that would attract strong dominant females. after a number of months, the charges against him would prove to be all a big mistake, and he would be given a job again in Carley’s company - office boy, perhaps. One thing the old woman knew for sure. he would never be anything but deferential and subservient to women, and he would never, ever come near bikini beach again!

There was a knock on the door. "Come in," the old woman called pleasantly. Carley entered. All she remembered was a pleasant day at a fantastic water park.

Hello, ma’am." she said, greeting the old woman with a handshake. I just stopped in to tell you how glad I am that I bought a lifetime pass to Bikini Beach today. I have seldom enjoyed myself so much. The rides are fantastic fun, the food is delicious and reasonably priced, the park is super clean, and all your employees are most pleasant and helpful; one can tell they really enjoy their jobs. ("OH?" thought the old woman, remembering how some of her employees came to be her employees.) And, while I like men, well, some of them, anyway, it’s nice to be away from them for a time. I’d like to make you a proposition. I am the sole owner of The Company. Almost ninety percent of my employees are women, and I would like to make arrangements for them to all become members if we could hammer out a discount. I would also be willing to provide you with the services of The Company at a discount." The old woman stood and, smiling, came around her desk. "My, I have seldom received such a glowing testimonial for my park; we certainly must be doing something right. I know we can work something out" She put her arm around Carley’s shoulders and began to lead her out. "Let’s go do lunch and discuss it further. We might EVEN be able to make arrangements for some of your male employees."

As they exited Annya heard her grandmother say, sounding amazingly like Humphrey Bogart, "Carley, I believe this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." And then, "You can call me...". But then they were around the corner and Annya couldn’t hear what her grandmother was saying.

 

The End

 

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