Lucy turns a new leaf in the aftermath of her run-in with Pa. She spends the day with friends, including Peter.

        The Disclaimer

Bikini Beach and its principle characters are copyright 1998 by Elrod W.

Any comments about Bikini Beach, how it works, what it does, by characters other than Anya or Grandmother are potentially non-canonical and wrong. As this story is told from a particular point of view by the protagonist, this includes comments by the narrator. The protagonist, and thus the narrative, are what the protagonist believes or interprets from what he is experiencing. Thus some of the mechanics of BB are biased by the protagonist's view and experiences. Furthermore, because of the particular viewpoint of the story, those errors often won't be corrected. When the errors are corrected, the correction will often be disbelieved and rejected.

Despite this I will admit to pushing the limits of Bikini-Beach canon, perhaps even going outside on occasion.

This post (https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/blog-entry/64659/muse-wrestli...) persuaded me that waiting to complete and revise my long stories before posting posting may have been an ungood idea. As it is, the sequel still isn't complete more than half a decade later. Consequently, there is NO WARRANTY that this won't be revised as part of the final story.

And yes, this part in particular needs revision.

        Friday, August 8

I woke up from a bizarre nightmare, with only faint impressions that I could never seize mentally. I know that Fab, June, Brandon -- and even Pa, Daisy, and Mrs. Matsumoto -- and even that boy in Mr. Matsumoto's office -- somehow figured in. Daisy was still asleep next to me.

I slipped out of bed as silently as possible and went to the bathroom. Once properly seated, I became more awake, and burst into tears of renewed embarrassment, especially after noticing that my pad was uncomfortably damp. Did I have what they called a wet dream at school? After relieving myself, I changed my pad and redressed in my borrowed PJs.

It was still dark outside, but I though it would be a good idea to get my clothes from the dryer. I went downstairs, only to discover an empty dryer. So what happened to my clothes? I returned upstairs.

"Good morning, Lucy."

I gasped, jumped, and spun, to face Mr. Matsumoto, bleary-eyed and sloppy-suited, who'd obviously just returned from work. I giggled with relief. "Hi, Mr. Matsumoto. I hope you had a good night."

He shifted his eyes upward to meet mine. "It went okay. I discovered that I'd supposedly returned to the office Wednesday afternoon and did several hours of mundane tasks. Mind you, I had to verify that I --" he fingered scare quotes "-- did it correctly. Most of yesterday and the night was spent processing the information I learned due to Bikini Beach."

"I wouldn't understand it," I admitted. "So how was it being Glinda?"

I couldn't help giggling at his dropped jaw, but he pulled himself together and said, "Daisy told you then. It's a long story, that I'm not prepared to tell. Things would have been simpler, with less sadness, if Daisy hadn't recognized me."

I could believe that. It occurred to me that I was chatting with Mr. Matsumoto in skimpy pajamas. Not as skimpy as what I usually wore at home, but then only Peter ever saw me in that. Also not as skimpy as yesterday's clothes that I wore in crowds out in public, that attracted a couple hot boys, that provoked Daddy into spanking me -- and how I mortifyingly enjoyed it and orgasmed hard. I stretched up tall and made up my mind: I wouldn't be embarrassed any more, or I'd enjoy the hell out of my embarrassment.

If this be Error, be it so and let me embrace it.

"It was indescribable, wasn't it," I replied. "A man becoming a girl. I'm so sorry, keeping you up when you desperately need sleep. Good night and sleep well." I turned away and found a blanket. I didn't think it was a good idea to return to Daisy's bed and bedroom, so I slept on a sofa in the living room.

I awoke around nine. My clothes were on a sofa arm, and Mrs. Matsumoto was sitting in an armchair, reading. It was Friday, my clarinet lesson was at noon, and I had ballet at one.

I still had plenty of time.

"Good morning, Lucy," she greeted me.

"Good morning, Mrs. Matsumoto," I replied.

"Ellen, please. Would you like breakfast?"

"Thank you... Ellen," I answered, having trouble with `Ellen'. "If it's no trouble."

I followed her into the kitchen. "We have leftovers from this morning, if that's okay," she said.

The leftovers were microwaved, and I began eating, feeling quite hungry. As I ate, Ellen said, "Glenn met you as he came in this morning."

Did I do something wrong? No, no, no. I'm not going to worry myself sick about that. No more. "Yes. I was still in these pajamas, sorry about that." No, not really sorry.

"Not a problem. You mentioned his being Glinda."

"Yeah." No, I wasn't going to wonder if I'd done something wrong. "Daisy told me." I continued eating. Ellen left for a second, then returned and counted out a bunch of $20s. I didn't bother counting them; they were probably much more than I deserved. "Thank you!" I said, a bit surprised.

"Daisy tells me you comforted her when she awoke from her serial nightmare."

"That's the least I could do. I'm wondering..." I took the plunge. "I've exprienced Bikini Beach, and Daisy remembers that." Ellen raised her eyebrows. "Yes. And she remembers Glinda."

Ellen said, "You think that she remembers something about this missing friend of hers?" I nodded, soberly and unsure. "That puts a certain complexion on things."

I went the bathroom to change back into my clothes.

I finished eating and stood up. "Thank you very much for all of this. I think I should get home and face Ma. Ma's going to make me listen to the Mental Work and the Lesson, at the very least. Who knows what else? Have a nice day." I stood tall, my shoulders back, and reached out my hand to shake hers. She gave me a good hearty handshake. I summoned as much dignity as one can have in a tank-top and short shorts with bare feet, and turned to return home.

I stopped at the front door before entering, and made myself stand as tall as possible, pushing back my shoulders, folding my hands in front of me, and teling myself that the worst that could happen had already happened. My life was either ruined or not, as the case may be.

I opened the door and called out, "Ma, I'm home!" I kept myself as tall and dignified as possible, my shoulders back, my hands folded in front.

Ma appeared and looked me up and down. "I must say," she said. "That's an unusual outfit for a babysitting job."

"Indeed, Ma," I agreed. Ma was still taller than me, so I couldn't avoid a certain submissivity in how I looked at her. But I did my best to minimize it. "My departure for the job was unusually hasty yesterday. Pa might have told you."

"Pa was most upset when I got home yesterday," said Ma. "He refused to say anything about what happened, except that you'd gone. I assumed you'd left for your babysitting job, but I had to call and verify."

"Ma, if Pa didn't tell you, I certainly won't." I stood as tall as possible, looking directly into her eyes without blinking. "Now would probably be a good time to play the Mental Work and the Lesson. Then I should probably change and head downtown for clarinet and ballet."

Ma stood and looked down at me. I realized that even yesterday, before everything that occurred, I would have been intimidated, terrified, and especially embarrassed because of the skimpy outfit I was wearing. Now, it seemed just tame.

She said, "I don't mind your wearing such outfits, myself. I wore similar clothes in my youth. Pa would have been definitely upset and disturbed, as well as furious, and no doubt this caused whatever happened yesterday. Lucy, I don't think you realize how really attractive you look, especially to men and boys."

"You're right, Ma, most of the time. I have on occasion noticed it." Yeah, like every time Luke in me saw myself in the mirror. "Perhaps instead, I'll go up and change, and then listen to the Mental Work and Lesson."

I turned and went up to my room. Before I changed, I packed up my clarinet equipment and ballet equipment, including my ballet shoes. I changed into my ballet leotard, omitting the tights. I decided that I'd rather have the coolness of bare legs, than the heat accompanying my attempt at modesty. I put on socks and sneakers, and wrapped the ballet skirt around my waist.

I considered for a moment going without the skirt, but decided against it. If I went too far too fast, someone might react too strongly. I didn't want to be arrested or jailed.

Then I remembered the Pill. I popped one down, going to the bathroom for water to wash it down. I relieved myself as well.

I decided I didn't want to go too far in enjoying guys' attraction, but I might somehow catch the two boys from yesterday again. Or I might even enjoy Brandon. My squicky crush had changed somehow, I realized now. I wasn't quivering as much, and I didn't feel as if I were hopelessly in love with him. I more wanted to be with him and play with him; something like that. It was not so embarrassing for one, although probably just as naughty.

`Thank you, Pa, for spanking me like that,' I mentally taunted him, sticking my tongue out. My skirt was really short, but still considered the respectible way to go to and from ballet class in one's ballet leotard. One was supposed to wear tights, but well...

Hoping I had everything, I returned downstairs. Ma was working in the kitchen. The cassette player was in there as well, so I went in and inserted and rewound the Mental Work cassette. I was about to press "play" when Ma said, "Lucy, are you actually going to clarinet lesson in that?"

I was about to snark how Brandon would enjoy the lesson, but I realized it might cause him trouble. "Ma, you know I have ballet afterwards. Perhaps I should remove the skirt and go without?"

"Lucy, you are getting seriously sassy. I've viewed you as way too old for spanking, but..." Ma looked hard at me.

"Ma, I'm willing to take a spanking from Pa anytime." I spontaneously breathed heavily at the memory, and continued in a wavering tone, "But I'm not so sure about a massive sexual experience with you, Ma, so no-go."

"WHAT was that?!"

"What do you think happened yesterday with Pa? I returned from Bikini Beach wearing the same clothes I wore home this morning. I provoked him further with ideas I got from an old weirdo nun-type, about freedom to enjoy immodest clothing."

"An old weirdo nun-type?" echoed Ma.

"Yeah, you know. A woman in a body-covering habitat tried shaming Becky and Tracy for Bikini Beach and what they were wearing on the way. Then she came after me for my jeans and t-shirt. `If you were my daughter, I'd give you a good switching.' Something like that. We had a..." (I cleared my throat.) "... discussion. I had no idea at the time how much I'd probably enjoy a nice good switching."

Ma no longer was looking hard at me. Her eyes bulged. Apparently, Ma couldn't even think of a Christian Science saying.

I continued. "So yesterday, I wore my one-piece swimsuit with shorts, and packed some simple clothes to return in. I returned early as you said. I met a couple nice boys at the transit, and..." I drifted off, my mind wandering back to yesterday with the boys, sittig on their laps.

"And?" prompted Ma.

"Oh, oh, yeah. Both nice boys, one's doing Taikwondo with Peter. Anyway, I got home, smack into the jaws of Pa. He got mad about my clothes, and I kept digging myself deeper. But..." I drifted off again.

"But?"

"I think the last straw was when I accused him of hitting on Carol."

"Oh my," said Ma. "You probably didn't realize what a point of embarrassment that was with Pa."

"Out of the frying pan and into the fire," I quoted, the phrase having just come to mind. I laughed softly. "Pa slammed me over his lap, yanked my shorts down, and slammed me with the book he was reading. It was a hardback book." By now I'd made up my mind. Ma was going to be embarrassed, not me. No more shame for me. I stood up on tip-toe to hit the point home, and stared in Ma's eyes, without blinking. "It was wonderful, and I kept begging him for more and harder. His penis felt wonderfully hard, but he stopped way too soon."

"Lucy, this is Error," whispered Ma, soft enough that I almost didn't hear it. She seemed to be trying to convince herself. Her face was flushed.

"Such a whoppin' Error," I replied. "Such a massive orgasm. You might want to correct your thoughts, Ma. Didn't you notice how badly I squirted on Pa's pants? The Bible and Science and Heath are over there.

"Meanwhile, I'm off to the mall. Maybe I'll see some friends to hang out with before clarinet lesson and ballet. Have a great day." I picked up my clarinet and everything I needed, and turned headed out the door.

I expected to find Becky and Tracy eventually at the mall, but I didn't expect to spot them seated on a bench near the entrance, Becky's arms around Tracy, obviously trying to console a shocked and terrified Tracy.

"Tracy! Becky! What happened?"

Becky replied, "Tracy had a severe reaction to all the ads. As far as I can tell, it had something to do with cheerleaders or cheerleading." The first day of school was approaching, and back-to-school ads were now proliferating through the mall, with numerous ads featuring cheerleaders.

I had an idea. "Let's get Tracy away from the mall. The library's just a couple blocks down. That's a nice, quiet place."

Becky asked Tracy, "Are you okay with walking?"

Tracy simply nodded. They slowly stood up. We began walking very slowly, but eventually were able to walk at our normal rate.

"You okay, now?" Becky asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Tracy answered. "Lucy, I see you're dressed for ballet again." She giggled.

"I have ballet at one, so I dressed for it."

"Don't you have, like, a clarinet lesson before that?" asked Becky.

"Yep." I giggled. "I thought perhaps Brandon might like this."

"Uh, `Brandon'?" asked Becky.

"Oh, yes! My clarinet teacher. He's such a dreamboat!" I tittered, chuckling internally at how I was confusing the girls. At least for now, I no longer felt worshipful, and terrified of his finding out. The `dreamboat' description was how I'd felt earlier, but now I felt more like teasing and seducing him. `Thanks, Pa, for the number you did on me. You probably did me the biggest favor in my life.'

We continued chatting until we reached the library, at which point I cautioned Becky and Tracy to tone things down considerably. "Of course we know that, Lucy!" exclaimed Becky.

We dropped our stuff off at the desk, and went to the young-adult section. (I briefly considered taking Becky and Tracy to search for more sexy books.)

I didn't expect it, but I wasn't surprised when we spotted Carol browsing the books. "Shhhh!" I indicated silence as we snuck up behind her.

"Hi, Carol," I whispered.

She gasped and jumped, and spun around. "Lucy! Tracy, Becky!" she whispered. She quickly embraced all of us, embraces we returned.

"Well, Lucy!" She looked me up and down. "You definitely look sharp today."

Becky intervened. "Tracy had a severe reaction to ads at the mall. So we came here instead."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," said Carol.

"I'm okay now," said Tracy.

Eventually, I had to go for clarinet lesson.

I arrived and sat down to soak my reed and assemble my clarinet. The saxophonist shortly emerged, and greeted me. "Hey, Lucy."

"Hi, Mercedes!" I answered. She had just told me her name last week.

"Meredith," she corrected.

"Oops, sorry, Meredith. Have a great day!"

"You too," she replied, as she continued out of the store.

Meanwhile, Brandon emerged. He stopped and gaped, as I jumped up. "Hi, Br-- Mr. Oregon!" I greeted him with a hug.

"Oh, my!" He slid his arms around my waist. "This is quite a greeting!"

"Why not? I like you! I like your clarinet lessons." I slid back out of his arms, and grabbed my clarinet and stuff. "Let's get to it!"

In the lesson room, I sat and adopted the pose I'd used (as Lucy) ever since July 4th with the miniskirt dress suit: pressing my knees together, and aiming my clarinet a few inches above my knees. Brandon was standing, looking at me, and I realized I was showing off more leg now to him than ever before.

"I have ballet class after this," I mentioned, as I set the book up. He sat down next to me, I played a few warm-up notes, and we got into the lesson.

I actually had to push Brandon a little, metaphorically speaking, but the lesson went more or less normally. At the end of lesson, I remembered to remind him that school was beginning in just over two weeks, and lessons had to be rescheduled.

"Yes," Brandon replied. "I've been rescheduling all my lessons for the school year. I've contacted the school band and music programs, for their scheduled events, and we can schedule around them."

"And I'm continuing with ballet," I added. Last year, ballet classes were Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday afternoon. I assumed it would be the same this year, although I had to check with the instructor.

I hugged Brandon good-bye, and went off to ballet lesson, jumping with happiness inside.

Fate had at least one more card up its sleeve, and it happened during ballet. We were hard at rehearsing a corps-de-ballet number for our summer performance, when someone pointed out a distinct dark spot at my crotch. "Deal with it as quick as possible," ordered the instructor. "And get back here. Also, put your skirt on. Nobody wants to see that."

It was simple enough. I always carried spare pads.

Once ballet ended, I changed back to my sneakers and socks, and went out -- to see a whole group waiting for me.

"Becky! Tracy!" I hugged them both. "You okay being back here now?" I asked Tracy.

"Yeah, I'm fine now."

I hugged Carol and, surprised at his appearance, Peter! "Peter, you never came before!" I exclaimed, before noticing that Peter had frozen up. "Oh, sorry about that."

I was backing away, when Peter put his arms around my waist, and pulled me back to him. "I was just surprised. Not accustomed... A bit embarrassed, I have to admit." I hugged him again, giggling a little.

As I pulled out of the hug with Peter, Carol tapped him, and he turned to her. "Yes?" Carol promptly hugged him, and Peter's eyes widened, as he returned her hug.

I spotted the two boys in the background. "Oh my, June! Fab! You came too!" I just had to hug them both together, then stand back and look them up and down. Wow, they sure were hot! I was just quivering and pleasurably aching at the sight of them, in tank-tops and shorts considerably shorter than boys usually wore. They both certainly had great legs...

Only a couple days earlier, I would have been mortified and scared at Peter's presense with the boys, but not any more.

"How did you know to meet me here?" I asked them.

Fab said, "You told us you had ballet when June had Taekwondo. So we came hoping to meet you again."

June continued, "I admit to having second thoughts, when Peter came as well. I got quite scared."

"Lucy, anyone wanting to come home with us, I can drive you all home. You don't have to walk or take the bus," said Peter.

"That's great!" I said. "But first, I have to get a couple things." I was going to be bold and naughty, and get tampons to try out. I walked to a nearby CVS, and made my way to the shelf with the pads and tampons. I picked out a box of tampons, more or less at random to examine. It felt deliciously exciting and forbidden.

"Cool, Lucy! You're finally getting tampons!" said Tracy.

"I had a minor acci-- no, my period began during ballet," I corrected myself. No more euphemisms, I vowed. I looked around at my friends. Tracy, Carol, and -- surprise! -- Peter were acting as if it were perfectly ordinary. Becky seemed a little aroused and embarrassed -- I reminded myself that she was a boy -- but the other boys were hugely so: red in the face, crotches bulging.

Tracy continued, "You know, Becky's suddenly gone squeamish -- she got sick when her period came, and refused to insert a tampon. She seems to have forgotten what it's like to be a girl. She wasn't so prudish, body-modest, whatever, before. Becky, we're all girls here, and we're all friends. Except when you strangle me."

All girls here, eh? I had no chance to correct that, though.

"Shaddup!" said Becky, now as red as the two boys.

Tracy didn't shaddup. "She used a pad instead, can you believe that?"

"I've always used pads," I replied. "I'm wearing one now. I just thought I might try tampons." After a little more browsing, I asked, "Any idea which I should get?"

Carol answered, "Depends primarily on your flow level. Is it light? Heavy? Moderate? In-between?"

I was about to answer that I had no idea, when I remembered that as Lucy, my period was generally rather light. Now that I thought of it, I also remembered that my pads were for light periods. "It's rather light," I answered.

"Tampax is the standard brand, and I'd go for the smallest box, since you're just trying them out." Carol picked one out and handed it to me. "Once you decide that tampons are for you, and which are the best, the largest boxes are cheapest per tampon. You'll still need pads. Don't sleep at night with a tampon."

Tracy commented, "I routinely do."

Having settled that, I decided to embarrass my friends further, the two boys in particular, and possibly give them an excited, forbidden hope. The "family planning" section was just a shelf over, so I went and picked out a box of condoms to look over.

"I'm on the pill," I pretended to comment to myself, peeking out the corner of my eyes. Peter's eyebrows rose, the boys' eyes widened further, and they glanced at each other. "So I probably don't need anything like these."

Peter surprised me. "They're still a good idea. They also protect against AIDS and VD, which the Pill doesn't."

"What about the size?" I glanced around at everyone, the two boys in particular. They seemed to have trouble breathing, with shocked but excited expressions. Tormenting the boys was delicious, and who knew? Something might actually come of this. Nobody answered my question, and I couldn't tell from the boys' crotches.

Although my original plan was simply to look, I decided to get a three-pack of regular sized. There were so many differences I didn't understand. But I got the sense that "ribbed" might be more interesting than non-ribbed, so I got that.

Throughout all this, I was trying to pretend that I was just doing something ordinary and routine, and to hide my own excitement. I wasn't completely successful.

Lubricant bottles were next to the condoms. Again, I examined one, and muttered, "As I understand it, slippery is better." That was actually based on things I read as Luke.

Peter promptly guffawed, and my other friends were all laughing as well. The boys were expressing exciting hope, fear, embarrassment; I couldn't tell what else. I wondered if Vaseline would suffice.

In the end, I decided to limit myself to the tampon and condom small-packs. "If you want, I'll get them with my purchases," said Peter. I smiled at him gratefully, and handed them to him. I'd been planning to enjoy the reaction of the boy at the check-out counter, but since Peter was nice enough...

Peter went looking around, and returned with a few things, and we went to the check-out counter. The boy scanned the condoms and the tampons along with everything else.

Once we left the store, Peter led us to his car. His car was considerably larger than Tracy and Becky's Aunt Yuko's, but with seven of us, it was going to be a bit of a squeeze. Carol took the front passenger seat. I sat on Fab's lap on the right side, and June was gracious enough to let Becky sit on his lap in the center. Tracy sat on the left side.

Sitting on Fab's lap was arousing, and even cozy, with my bare legs in contact with his bare legs, and his arms wrapped around my waist. I was concerned that my griminess from ballet practice would repel him, but he gave no indication. I covered his hands with one hand, while I took June's hand with the other. June held one arm around Becky's waist, while holding my hand with his other hand. I wanted to claim June for myself, along with Fab.

It didn't take long to get home. In fact, we got home all too soon, at least for me. Fab and June might have felt a little different.

"Oh my, you brought home many friends!" exclaimed Ma. She seemed to have recovered from this morning. "And Peter! It's wonderful to see you home for once in the afternoon. Carol, Becky, Tracy, nice to see all of you!"

Peter replied with a guilty expression, "I'm sorry about that. I really should come home more often. This is June, in my Taekwondo class, and this is his friend Fabian."

I looked gratefully at Peter for his help with the boys. Quivering in both anxiety and excitement, I stepped between them and wrapped my arms around their waists. "They're my friends, too. But now, I really must shower and change out of this. Guys." I looked around at everyone, in particular the two boys. "I'll be back down." I headed upstairs.

Once out of sight of the living room, Peter accosted me, having apparently followed me without my noticing. "Here are your goods." He handed me my tampons and condoms.

"Oh, thanks!" I agreed it would not be a good idea to let Ma find them. Although after this morning, I was briefly tempted to taunt Ma over them.

"About earlier," I began just as Peter began, "About after ballet." We both paused and laughed, and I just couldn't help quickly hugging Peter. "Let's talk about it perhaps this evening, when we have time alone," I suggested.

Peter agreed, and returned downstairs as I entered my room. I hid the condoms and tampons with the Pill, before undressing. I put on my pastel-yellow bathrobe and slippers, grabbed a pad -- I needed much more time to myself before trying out the tampons -- and crossed over to the bathroom for a shower.

Upon returning to my room, I blow-dried my hair a little, not enough to fully dry my hair. I didn't have time for that. I picked out a pair of snug, form-fitting jeans and a plain red tee-shirt a couple sizes too small. I briefly considered going braless, but I decided that was just too much. I thought the couple inches of bare midriff gave my outfit the proper touch.

I considered going barefoot, but I put on a pair of white anklet socks, and brushed out may hair. I decided to let it fall freely, partly in front of my shoulders. I was ready to return to my friends.

I cheerfully returned downstairs, where everyone was sitting around, talking, and munching on snacks Ma had apparently put out while I was upstairs. Ma, sitting in an armchair, glanced at my outfit and met my eyes. "I've invited your friends to stay for dinner."

I smiled, and loaded a paper plate with salad and chips, grabbed a Mountain Dew, and sat down on the floor between Fab and June. "Hey," I said, smiling from one to the other.

Peter was sitting on the sofa, with Carol next to him. Becky was on his other side. Tracy returned from the kitchen. "I told Aunt Yuko I wasn't going to Bikini Beach tonight. Turns out she's not going either. She has her own hot date."

We all laughed at that. All of us except Ma.

Later on, perhaps an hour before supper time, I decided I should dress up for dinner. This time, I would dress up particularly attractive for our guests.

I dashed into the house ahead of our guests, and upstairs to my room. I went to my closet and pulled out the little black tube top dress. My normal dresses had a sexy, innocent look. I didn't want sexy and innocent, I wanted straight sexy. Since the dress would only go up to my armpits, I had to wear a strapless bra as well. The dress was short.

I made sure to change my pad.

For the first time ever, I wished I had heels, but I had to make due with black shoes and a pair of black socks. Oh, well. I probably wouldn't have been able to walk in heels anyway.

I returned downstairs, and Ma promptly said, "Young lady, that dress is wholly inappropriate for dinner at home."

In the background, everyone was starting at me with various expressions of shock and appreciation. Fab shouted, "Whooow, Lucy!" and even Peter had his eyes bulging.

"Ma, you always said I should look my best for dinner. And when I bring home two nice boyfriends, I most certainly want to look my absolute best." I went up between Fab and June, and wrapped my arms around their waists, pulling them against me. They both gingerly wrapped their arms around my shoulder, having a little trouble with each other's arms, and perhaps fearful of being in front of Ma.

After a moment being tongue-tied, Ma said, "Well-dressed for dinner does not mean well-dressed for seduction." I turned and gave each boy a blatant seductive smile, while Ma continued, "That kind of dress is at best appropriate for a business party, or a night-club or dance bar. Go and change into an ordinary dress. An ordinary Sunday dress."

"No, I think I'll stick to this," I replied breathlessly. I was already feeling aroused and wet, and had to keep raising my leg and rubbing my thighs together.

"Just what do you think your Pa will do when he gets home and sees you in that dress?"

I answered in a breathy, husky tone. "Ooooo, I dunno. Perhaps spank me? Give me a nice, hard, bare-bottom whappin'?" I squeezed my thighs together hard, crossing my legs, and pulled the boys against me harder. By now, I was very much in the proper mood, and couldn't wait for another thrashing. I felt as if I'd enjoy it all the more, naked in front of everyone.

"Absolutely not!" bellowed Peter, startling all of us. His voice was louder and sharper than ever before; he sounded surprisingly like Pa. By the time I whipped around, he was standing and pounding and twisting his fist into his hand as if itching for a fight.

For the moment, I was almost in love with Peter. I slipped away from the boys, and went to him and reached up to hug his shoulders. His arms went promptly around my waist. I pulled down hard on his shoulders, standing on tip-toe. He got the message that I wanted to whisper something in his ear, and leaned down.

"Peter," I whispered. "Pa's not going to spank me, I know. But I think I'll tease Ma just a bit further, if I can. Tonight, I'll tell you what happened yesterday, after everyone's gone."

Peter nodded, and I kissed his cheek as I pulled away. He blushed.

Carol was standing by now, and promptly claimed Peter, putting her arm around his waist and leaning against him. Peter gingerly put his arm around her shoulder, obviously embarrassed at being seen doing that. Carol was apparently jealous of me, Peter's little sister, and her Bikini Beach friend!

I put an arm around her and stepped up on tip-toes, trying to whisper in her ear. I decided I was close enough and whispered, "Peter's yours; I won't get in your way. After all, I have these other boys."

Carol whispered back in my ear, "Lucy, you changed so suddenly so much, it isn't too much to think you just might seduce your own brother."

I pulled her away, to the edge of the stairs. "You're quite right, Carol. I could seduce Peter in the state I'm in now -- especially knowing how he'd defend me. But I won't. I won't get in your way with Peter. I promise." I whispered further. "You're a wonderful friend. I wouldn't be so horrible to you." I hugged her hard, and led her back into the room.

"Well," said Ma. "That was most heartwarming, I must say. I was simply satisfied that you two kids were generally friendly with each other, although doing your own thing mostly away from each other. I was happy that you weren't bickering and tormenting each other like so many other siblings."

"Should we dress up as well?" asked Becky.

"How are we to do that, Becky?" Tracy asked Becky with a sneer.

"I have some things that might fit you two," I said. "Carol, I'm sorry, everything's too small for you." Carol was a head taller than me, and stouter as well. She was about as tall as Luke. "And nothing of mine will fit you guys either." I smiled mischievously at the boys, and they laughed.

Peter said, "You look wonderful as you are, Carol." Carol was wearing a pair of loose jeans, an old, faded tee-shirt, and (just then) a bright, winning smile directed at Peter that even I could see would catch the heart of any male within leagues.

I led Becky and Tracy upstairs to my room. I got out my old red miniskirt set, the one too small for me. "You might like this." I held it up to Tracy. "If it's not too small for you." I returned to the closet, and, thinking about how Becky as formerly Bruce might prefer something more innocent, I got out one of my standard knee-length short-sleeved dresses, a sky-blue one.

"Hey, Becky, you'd look really cute in that." Tracy giggled as she was stripping down to her bra and panties.

"Thanks a lot," said Becky sarcastically. I sympathized; a boy in particular hates to be `cute'. Nevertheless, Becky also stripped down, and slid the dress on over her head.

I went to my dresser, and got out a pair of blue socks that matched Becky's dress, and a pair of pink anklets matching Tracy's miniskirt. Back at the closet, I found a pair of black shoes that were just a bit too small for me, but looked like they would fit Becky.

Meanwhile, Tracy had put on the red miniskirt and a white sleeveless blouse she'd found in my dresser, and put the red jacket on over it, leaving it unbuttoned. She stepped back into her flip-flops, saying, "I'd rather stick with these."

They certainly went well with her outfit. I looked them both up and down. "You both look handsome." There was a certain contrast between the twins, that I couldn't really articulate. Becky definitely looked more innocent, but while I couldn't make myself see it, I was sure that as Luke, I would have found them both very hot in very different ways. "Shall we go now?" I asked.

"Just one more thing," Tracy said. She took a hairbrush, went behind Becky, and brushed her hair out in a few strokes. Then she brushed her own hair. "There, that's better. Let's go!" She took my elbow and Becky's elbow, and together we left my room.

We detoured into the bathroom for a moment to wash and freshen up, as it was almost dinner. On a hunch, thinking of fun with Pa, I took Peter's hairbrush, and we returned downstairs to make our grand entrance.

Pa was home, talking with Peter and the two boys, when we returned downstairs.

"Hey, Pa!" I called out flirtatiously, holding one leg out over the next lower step, trying to emphasize my lovely legs, and waving the hairbrush through the air. "I thought you might need this." I fluttered my eyelids.

He said plaintively, almost whining even, "Lucy, please don't do this to me!" and turned and almost ran into his office. The door slammed shut, and I heard the lock click in.

I looked at Peter, then Ma, then everyone else as we slowly made our way the rest of the way down. Everyone was looking at everyone else in jaw-dropped surprise, Ma and myself included. Even remembering what Pa did to me yesterday, I didn't expect this.

Ma shook herself. "I'm going to check dinner. I think it's about ready now." She returned to the kitchen.

"Guys, it would be a good idea to wash up," said Peter to the other two boys. The three of them went upstairs, and returned a couple minutes later, just as Ma called us to dinner.

I made sure I sat between June and Fab, and Carol sat next to Peter. Pa didn't come, and Ma went to Pa's office, having to knock first. She returned shortly. "Pa's going to eat in the office."

Pa hardly ever ate in his office.

Ma spoke as she prepared a large meal for Pa. "Lucy, Pa was most disturbed by what happened yesterday, and you just rubbed it in his face."

"My dress, of course," I answered. "The hairbrush was just icing, making the message clear. Ma, as much as everyone is dying of curiosity about what happened, this is not a time to talk about it."

June turned to me. "You look wonderful."

"Yeah, absolutely ravishing!" agreed Fab, as he slipped his hand on my bare thigh.

I couldn't help blushing and giggling in both pleasure and embarrassment. "I think that was Pa's problem," I said through my giggles. Ma winced, but didn't say anything. She left to deliver the meal to Pa. I regretted saying it in a brief, rare moment of sobriety, but decided it didn't matter and forgot about it.

We continued talking, and didn't notice when Ma returned. The talk had diverged from my situation with Pa. Until--

"Get your hand away from my daughter, young man!" Ma snapped. Fab sheepishly removed his hand from my leg, to my disappointment, from partway under my short dress. I hadn't noticed that I'd spread my legs even as Fab's hand had crept northward. "And you, young lady, shame on you, letting a boy get fresh with you."

"I'm all shamed out, sorry Ma, no shame left to spare. And I like things fresh, certain things so utterly fresh they're live and flopping straight from the water." I couldn't help being silly.

"Lucy, go to your room!" snapped Ma.

"No, that would be rude to our guests. I'll stay, thank you."

"All right, young lady, you asked for it." Ma reached for and grabbed a skillet. I stood when Ma pulled me up, but caught both her wrists as she reached to lift the back of my dress.

"Now, Ma." I had to squeeze my hands and exert my arms surprisingly hard -- much harder than I would have as Luke, not that I ever did anything like that with Ma -- to hold her wrists wide apart. I looked with longing and desire on that skillet, but I had to display self-control. "I really shouldn't -- much as I'd enjoy it," I added as a breathy, husky afterthought.

Ma was staring at me almost in horror. "You'd need both hands to properly apply the frying pan." I pulsed her wrists with my hands a couple times to make the point. The skillet hit the floor with a loud clang. "You couldn't properly hold my dress up. Of course, maybe I'd do it myself, eagerly mooning my friends."

I giggled at the gasps, snorts, laughter, and other reactions I heard behind me, from around the table.

"Lucy!" Ma almost whispered.

I kept her wrists firmly wide apart. "You understand," I continued, "It would thoroughly embarrass some of my friends, especially my big brother, to witness my second-ever sexual experience." More sounds and mutterings from around the table. "Peter would be most disturbed, although I'm sure Fab and June would enjoy the spectacle."

I paused, and Fab said, "I really hope that I would have the courage to prevent the spanking if it came down to that." He paused, and I was about to say something, when he continued, "Even if someone called the police on me."

"Fab, that's so dear of you," I said, glancing over my shoulder. A cozy feeling supplemented my arousal, and I managed to finally get serious.

"Ma, should I let you go, now?" I asked soberly. She nodded, tears in her eyes. I let go of her wrists, and she rubbed and massaged her wrists for the next moment.

I sat back down to finish dinner, and then had a guilty, tearful thought. "Um, Ma? Thank you for this wonderful supper." I had my own tears now.

"You're welcome," she answered soberly.

"Yes, thank you, Ma," echoed Peter. Everyone agreed. Ma finally sat down for her own meal.

We continued eating mostly quiet for a while, but then the chatter grew as we got to talking again. Eventually we got to talking as if the interlude hadn't occurred.

After dinner, we went downstairs to play. Carol stayed upstairs to help Ma clean up in the kitchen. "How quaint, board games!" said Becky with a giggle. "Life, Monopoly."

"Wow, here's an old one, `Go for Broke'!" weighed in June. "Clue, Parcheesi. `Ropes and Ladders'."

"That looks like `Chutes and Ladders'," said Becky.

"Look! I haven't played Sorry in almost a decade!" exclaimed Fab.

I wound up playing Sorry with June and Fab, and we joked, laughed, giggled, and flirted more than playing. Carol joined Peter and the twins in another game.

All too soon, Ma came down and announced that it was time for our guests to depart. Fab and June lived near enough to walk home, and Ma took it upon herself to take Carol, Becky, and Tracy home.

That left me alone with Peter. Presumably, Pa was still holed up in his office, or perhaps in bed by now. I checked the time -- to my surprise, it was almost midnight. I realized I was rather sleepy, and Peter and I went upstairs to go to bed now.

"Peter, I promised to tell you what happened yesterday with Pa."

"Ah, yes. I must say, Lucy, you have just about the most creatively perverted mind I've ever heard. I'm proud of you! I'm also proud of how you dealt with Ma's attempt to spank you."

That was so sweet of Peter, I couldn't help hugging him. Peter was now much less reticent about returning the hug.

"About this after--" began Peter, just as I began, "After ballet--". We burst out laughing, and hugged again.

"Peter," I said after we managed to come under control. "My Bikini Beach friends always hug each other, all the time. I sort-of got into the habit there as well. It's really fun and, um, cozy." I blushed a little. "Anyway, I had to hug my friends when they came to meet me, and, well, with you, I was still in the habit and, well..." I softly giggled.

"I'm truly flattered that you thought of me like your friends. I was totally caught by surprise," answered Peter. "And embarrassed."

"Yeah, I understand." I'd been embarrassed for a moment as well, realizing that I was hugging Peter.

"Um," he continued, surprisingly bashful. "Could we do more of this on occasion?"

"Of course." I hugged him again. "But I don't think we should let Ma and Pa see us. Except, of course, that Ma already saw us."

"I fully agree. Ma only saw an exceptional case, and we shouldn't let Ma and Pa see us hugging casually." We paused for a moment, as if lost for words. Then I said, "I was going to tell you about Pa's thrashing yesterday.

"Pa really thrashed you yesterday?" Peter angrily turned around and was about to stomp out, when I grabbed his arms.

"Oh yes, wonderfully, gloriously!" I pulled him back into my room, and turned him around toward me again, closing the door. "It actually began Tuesday morning at the transit center. Becky, Tracy, and I were waiting for the bus to Bikini Beach, when we happened to encounter a woman in a nun's clothes. She was far more uptight about girls in, I guess seductive clothes. She even spoke harshly about my own outfit of jeans, t-shirt, and one-piece swimsuit underneath -- just the kind of outfit to satisfy Pa for a trip to swimming."

"You changed into those clothes this afternoon. Even I could see it as hot and seductive as your ballet outfit and your dinner dress. So how must that outfit have affect your new boyfriends?" Peter sported a twisted smile.

I blushed hard, and didn't answer that question. "They're part of the story. Anyway, I spoke eloquently about freedom, and my friends' freedom to dress as skimpily as one wanted to in America. I was with Tracy and Becky, and was referring to their outfits.

"Anyway, that was on my mind pretty much ever since. You may recall what I wore Wednesday for Mr. Matsumoto's lunch."

"Indeed, very much the image of the modern businesswoman, and very attractive to boys and men." Peter winked. "With that character Jim, if you'd followed up with your threat to kick, you'd have become a panty fighter. I hope." He blushed, as I giggled. "Sorry, that came out wrong. I meant not a Sharon Stone fighter."

I had no idea what he was talking about, and my blank expression must have shown it. "Sharon Stone is famous for a scene in `Basic Instinct' -- or so I heard," he quickly added. "She's sitting legs crossed in a short skirt, and uncrosses and recrosses her legs. The camera shows us her -- well, no panties."

I couldn't help giggling and laughing in embarrassment, and I really couldn't help imagining myself actually doing it. A pair of hot guys came to mind... I managed to calm myself back down. "Okay, my story. Yesterday morning, I was thinking and feeling -- well, I can't really remember."

"That's okay," said Peter.

"Anyway, I wore my swimsuit with shorts -- short-shorts, that is -- to Bikini Beach yesterday. Flip-flops, too." I giggled again. "I had to come home early for babysitting. I was feeling -- well, my one-piece swimsuit makes me feel -- anyway, I wore my shorts and a tank top. No bra or panties -- no underwear. Like what's-her-name." I giggled again; I couldn't help it.

"Men and boys were all checking me out at the transit center, and two boys -- very hot hunks, both of them." I giggled and blushed. "Um, came up and joined me. I recognized one, June from Taekwondo -- your class," I quickly added.

"How would you recognize him?"

"Don't ask," I replied, continuing to avoid uncomfortable questions. "We talked and flirted. They joined me on the bus home, contributing to my, uh, mood. So when I got home -- I sent them off home first -- Pa caught me dressed like that, and in that mood."

"And exploded." Peter nodded knowing.

"He was checking me out, too. I kept digging myself deeper -- not only braless and pantyless, a bikini tan, saying things in his face, denouncing his modesty demands, going to Bikini Beach. I think I crossed the line when talking back about shame and his hitting on Carol.

"He furiously threw me over his lap and yanked my shorts down. He slammed my butt hard with his book -- a hardback book. It felt really good. I mean really really good. Yeah it hurt, but it was a really really good hurt. The harder he hit, the better it was, and the more I wanted.

"I felt his -- fuck the euphemisms--" Peter snorted, momentarily losing his breath and his laughter while attempting both. I continued, "I felt his his dick hard pressed against my hip, and I kept squirming to get it hard pressed against my pussy. I was so out of control, I had my biggest, most massive orgasm ever." Peter was standing frozen, but blushing red. "Harder even than last Sunday when you came and asked if I was okay."

"Okay, okay. I get why you shooed me away then."

"I should have said, `No, everything's fine. Only mind-blasted with a massive orgasm.'"

"Well, that would have..." Peter paused.

"Anyways," I continued my story. "Yesterday's orgasm was way stronger, more intense. I creamed Pa's pants, and shouted out, `Don't stop now!' noticing he wasn't spanking me any more.

"Sanity hit, and with it, massive humiliation, and I rolled off Pa's lap, pulled my shorts up, and ran off to Daisy's house. I had dinner there. But that wasn't all." I yawned, really sleepy now. "If that was it, I'd probably be spending the day today in horrible humiliation, never leaving my room, skipping ballet, not talking with anyone, contemplating suicide. Either that, or I'd have never come home from Daisy's. Who knows what I'd have been like." I recalled Peter's earlier reaction. "And you'd probably have pulverized Pa for me."

"Yes, I would have," he agreed. I couldn't help smiling in happiness.

"What happened at Daisy's house that night seems quite tame, yet it somehow turned things for me. I awoke early, and encountered Mr. Matsumoto while in my borrowed pajamas. Mind you, nothing worse than anything you caught me in."

Peter smiled. "It always seemed natural to me."

"Me too." I smiled in return. "But confronting Mr. Matsumoto... That's how I became the girl I was today. I got the sense that nothing could humiliate me further; I'd already been through it." I noticed the bulge at his crotch and giggled. "Good night, Peter, and enjoy your jack-off session." I decided against the obvious joke about Peter's peter.

Peter blushed. "How did you--" He blushed hotter. "Oh right. Believe me, you've given me a buttload of masturbatory fuel." Peter was learning. "But be careful, please. There are still ways you could seriously ruin your life." He approached me and kissed my forehead. "Good night." I clutched him in one last hug, and he left the room.

I undressed, but didn't bother with pajamas or anything, going straight to bed nude, instead. I was sleepy.