9/11/99
S.R.U. The Bathing Suit
by Rae Lincoln
"I've been dealt a lousy hand of cards" was a thought that often ran
through Andrew's mind. Andrew was a pleasant twenty two year old.
Born of elderly parents, he was an only child. Both parents had been
academics so Andrew had received a very sheltered upbringing, rarely
coming into contact with other children and never honing the social skills.
Consequently he was a loner. Working in local government, he kept
himself to himself, not mixing with colleagues of either sex, and never
having had a girl friend.
That it not to say that he had not wished to be more popular, to have
friends, socialise with them, party with them. But it could never happen,
Andrew was basically shy.
Often at weekends, he would go down to the beach and watch the guys -
broad shoulders, finely honed muscles, with girls gathering around them,
making a fuss of them, hoping to catch one of them. "If only I had a
physique like that, they would be gathering around me like bees on a
honey pot". But Andrew had a lousy shape - small, narrow frame,
nerdish. He went for a walk along the shoreline - a lone figure, which
nobody noticed.
When he returned from his walk, he saw one of the most delicious
looking girls he had ever seen on the beach. A natural blonde, she had the
most shapely figure. Not too tall, beautiful face, long finger nails, high
heels. And she was being waited upon by all those hunks. One picked her
up in his hands, and carried her down to the sea where they swam.
Another picked her up for the return up the beach. Another arrived with an
ice cream for her, whilst another rubbed sun tan lotion on her back.
"Why" Andrew thought "If I had been born like that I would never be
lonely". A forlorn hope and an impossible one. He decided to go to the
mall and get himself a soda. Walking alone, he turned the corner and
instead of the usual soda bar there was this ittle shop with a sign that said
"Spells-R-Us." "Curious", he thought "I've never seen this before".
However he decided to browse. The door bell rang as he entered. There
was a scurry from behind a curtain and an elderly man in a long blue robe
appeared before him. "Andrew" said the old man "you want company".
"How do you know my name and how do you know that?" asked
Andrew. "I am a magician" said the old man, and I know exactly what
you wish for. Let me look in the back, I think I have some of last year's
stock which might give you what you want" .
With that he disappeared. He returned seconds later with a gold lame
bathing suit. One like Andrew had seen down at the beach. The sort that
the most shapely girls had been wearing, the girls that had been attracting
all the men. "What good is that" asked Andrew. The magician replied
"You have been thinking that if you were a very shapely girl, you would
always have friends. This is a magic bathing suit. It will not stretch, it will
not tear. You cannot cut it. But when you put it on you become one of the
most outstanding women, and would outshine every other one on the
beach."
"But I could not afford something like that - it must cost a mint". The old
man replied "You were going to get a soda - you can have this suit for the
price of that soda. It is last year's stock, and I have to clear it for the new
items coming in."
It took a moment for all this to sink in. Andrew paid the old man and took
the bathing suit. He went home. He had to see if this was real or if he had
fallen for a complete con trick. He got to his flat and ran up the stairs.
Inside he quickly stripped off all his clothes. He looked at the bathing suit
and thought this is too small, I'll never get into it. He stepped into the suit
with his left foot and then his right and pulled the suit up his legs. The suit
seemed to cut him in half at the crotch. He pulled the suit up his abdomen
and pulled the straps over each shoulder.
"This is ridiculous" he thought. But then the mirror showed that he was
changing. The hair on his legs arms and hands disappeared whilst the hair
on his head grew and grew until it was halfway down his back. It then
shaped into curls and waves until it took on the most dramatic look. His
face became more feminine, with arched eyebrows, heavy long lashes,
petite nose and bright red pouty lips. The body shape changed, his waist
became tiny, whilst his hips became broad and shapely. His chest started
growing until he had an amazing pair of breasts jiggling underneath the
costume. He put his hands to his breasts and felt the nipples. A charge of
electricity ran through him. He held his firm breasts, then put one hand
down to his crotch where he felt the folds of skin which had developed
there.
He had to get down to the beach and see what would happen. Putting a
towelling jacket on and flip-flops on his feet - after all he had no other
clothes that would fit - he grabbed a towel and headed for the beach. As he
put his towel down, one of the hunks came over and asked if he could
assist Andrew. The hunk spread out the towel, asked Andrew to lay
down, when the hunk would spread sun tan oil on his back. Andrew
thought he had better decide on a name as Andrew just wouldn't work -
Andretta would solve the problem.
Once the first hunk had oiled Andretta, another came up, swept him into
his arms and took him down to the sea for a swim. On the return, another
came up with an ice cream. And so it went on all afternoon. At the end of
the afternoon, one of the hunks who had been particularly attentive,
offered to drive him back to his apartment. Andrew thought "Why not?".
Getting into the Porsche open top, Andrew thought that he must have died
and gone to heaven. He had been the centre of attraction all afternoon, his
figure was better than all the other girls on the beach, he was prettier, had
nicer hair, had been the object of desire for a huge number of men, and
was now being driven back to his flat.
Once their, they both went in, and Andrew thought that it would be
fascinating to go all the way. He went to the bathroom, to take the
costume off. Soon he could be heard sobbing hysterically. Life was so
unfair. The magician had been so right - This was a magic bathing suit. It
did not stretch, it would not tear. He could not cut it. When he put it on he
become one of the most outstanding women, and outshone every other
one on the beach. But when he took it off.....................
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