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.....................