"The Metamorphosis of the Beach Witch: A Tale of Identity and Redemption"

Prompt: I have always loved the beach. There is always a cool breeze blowing from the ocean to help to compensate for the hot sun overhead. Inland it is just hot, hot, hot. But here is a delight. There are the smells of the bush and the birds chirping away. To be quite precise I have been camping in a tent in a camppark here. It is so much closer to the environment than a holiday house ever could be. And of course there are the girls. Lots of them. Of all ages. Young little girls. Teenagers in the first flush of their beauty. Young women perhaps with a baby in tow. Mature ladies that have lost none of their feminine charms. There are also boys of all ages but not as many. Skinny teenagers. Middle aged with their partners. Old men with their beer stomachs. And all of them in scanty tight clothing or swimwear. It is an absolute paradise on earth for any red blooded male or female that happens to still be breathing. So here I am enjoying it all and simply soaking up the atmosphere. In the water I use a body board to catch the waves. Then rush out again to feel the thrill of the rise as a wave just starts to lift me. Then the sudden headlong fall as the water disappears in front. The exhilaration of the swoosh through the breaking foam. It splatters all around and over me as the water becomes shallower. I notice a few ladies looking at me with what appears to be envy. And some men looking at me with lust. I may not be the hottest babe in the business. But I keep the body I have in good shape. They may be jealous of my breasts although which are quite large but they’re real so it’s doesn’t matter to me. I am reasonably fit so to continuous rush out into the crashing surf doesn't wear me out. But many others do not even have the stamina to tackle these waves even once. Let alone keep going over and over. Of course they can have other limitations. Some are so busy looking after their little ones that they don't have the freedom that I have. They have duties. Or they have partners who demand regular attention from them. People who simply want the admiring OOH's and AAh's from their partners. Not competition. So the lowly partner dutifully submerges their own aspirations to keep her partner happy. Most of the time it’s other women. I have often admired this in other women. They seem to have the poor end of the deal yet somehow they seem happy at the same time. The happiness that comes from knowing how they enhance and improve the lives of everyone they love. All their family around them. I don’t know if I could do that. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like. At the same time I think with horror about the prison that they find themselves in. "Thank God I didn’t turn out with that," I think as I head out for yet another ride in. I notice one of the men there. I don't know why. He wasn't a lot different from any of the others. Yes, she was wearing a bright blue shirt and shorts but on a beach that wasn't so odd. He had a skinny soft body which, I confess, I do enjoy. Not those Huge muscled men that have nothing but anger and power. He didn't seem to have any partner there. Not in the water nor on the beach. I wondered if he was here on his own. Perhaps he might like some company for a bit? "No", I say to myself. "Don't make a fool of yourself.". "If he is on his own it is because he wants to be. Leave him alone" So I forget about it and get back to the water. Yet just somehow there was something. I don't know what. I found myself thinking about him and imagining what it might be like to simply have him as a friend. Someone to talk to at the camp barbeque. It can get pretty lonely in a crowd when you are there on your own. And in any case with all these people around, yet none of them know me from a bar of soap. I feel acutely on my own sometimes. But that is my fault. I chose to be here. Maybe I would have been much better off by a creek in the mountains. I would have all the pleasures of the bush and the water without the continuous torment of all these people. So close yet a lifetime away. "Stop it..Enjoy what you have you fool" I think. And yet...... When finally I leave the water I am getting a bit cold. Now you know what that does to a part of ones anatomy. Especially when it first starts to get a bit warm. I am embarrassed by it. I try to hold the body board in front of me so that I can make it out of the water and up the beach without offending anyone. Again I think " Women can display themselves proudly." "They wear these miniscule tops and hardly there bottoms and no one thinks badly of them" " In fact men feel grateful for what they are offered" “Personally I like hiding my boobs under a shirt but the water clings to my shirt when I go in the water so it kinda shows through when I swim.” Then I spot the man again. He is there apparently struggling with one of those silly beach shelters. " Hey, could you please give me a bit of a hand," he calls. Now I would normally be the first to offer a hand to anyone in distress, man or woman. But under the circumstances I was rooted to the spot. I would have to drop the board to help and then I would really be on display. And quite close enough for this man to see everything I had too. I felt completely ashamed. Not sure what I should do. "If only I had a towel on the beach," I thought. But it would be quite improper of me to not offer a hand. I hoped she wouldn't notice. Or at least if she did that He wouldn't take offense. "What is the problem" as if I didn't know. But you have to start somewhere. "It’s these silly quick erect shelters" he tells me. "They are quick to erect all right. But it is a bugger of a job to get them back to their original size again." Look, call me a dirty minded individual if you like but somehow I imagined that she wasn't talking about the shelter. This did nothing to help my predicament either. I blushed. "It is only the way you go about it. There is a bit of a knack. Once you get past the first bit the rest just seems to all fall into place quite naturally. "See?" I showed him that first critical bend. Then one more twist and the whole tent was flat. Deflated and easy to put away in the bag. "Now I think you should try it too". I unfolded it again and let him have a go. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get that first fold right. "Ok. We can do it together. Nice and slowly" I stood behind him and took his arms in mine and guided them. At the same time my mind was approaching total melt down. Here I was in the lightest of bikinis just cm away from this guy. I already had quite a poke and now I was holding him against me as I tried to demonstrate the tent. I had to concentrate on the task at hand but it was extremely hard to keep my mind on the job. I hoped he hadn't noticed. Fat chance. But at least I managed to get him to get the tent in the bag. He tried it again on his own. Just to prove he could. "That is amazing" he said. "So simple once you know how" "But you wouldn't guess how many times I have struggled with it." " Often I have just given up and carried the whole thing back as is. Until some kind person lends me a hand." " None of them have ever taken the time to show me how to do it myself though." " I think they like being the bigger person and leaving me helpless. But you are quite different." "Why did you take all that extra time just for me?" I tried to tell him that it wasn't really just for him. I would have done the same for anyone... really... You don't believe me do you? But it is true. However no harm in letting her feel special. After all it costs me nothing. "I am sorry sir ," I replied "I had noticed you earlier when I was out swimming." " I suppose I was hoping something would happen so that I could get to meet you." " I certainly didn't mean any harm" " I hope I haven't offended you". He looked me up and down. And laughed. Not a cruel laugh but a friendly happy one. "You are so sweet." "Why on earth would you imagine a man would be offended that you go that extra mile for them" and with that he hugged me. Again I blushed rather visibly. He said " I hope you don't think I am being too forward this time but is it possible that you would like to see a bit more of me?" I tried to form words to answer the question but I just couldn't seem to get any of them past my voice box. The vision of "seeing a bit more of Him" conjured up slightly different images from those that I had previously had. Not that the Speedo covered too much yet the idea of more... I told you that I was a living breathing woman didn't I? "That would be wonderful." I eventually managed to get out. " But there are a lot of people here. How will I ever manage to find you again. Once more the laugh. "Don't be silly" "I had no intention of letting you go so soon without getting to know at least a bit about you" "Why don't you come back with me to my van for a bit of a drink" "I would love to know more about you" At least with all this banter I had finally managed to get myself a bit decent. I had been a bit worried about having to sit on the beach, cold, and with no towel just waiting for it all to go away. So far everything was going like a dream. A while ago I was here alone. Dreaming of finding at least someone to talk to. Now here is this rather hot looking guy. Not only is he right there within reaching ( and perving) distance. He had managed to avoid making me embarrassed earlier and now is offering to give me a bit of quiet time alone. What a wonderful world. Up the cliff path and through the park to his van. Clean the sand off from the feet and inside. Once there it was a bit dark. We had just come from the bright sunlight and now it was only the filtered light through the windows. I hoped he hadn't noticed my glances around his body but of course that was impossible. He brought in a couple of cool drinks and I drained the glass in one gulp. The salt from the water had dehydrated me and I needed to rehydrate. "Steady on there tiger," he said" that wasn't a soft drink" "Sorry again." " I was thirsty and I just thought....." "Don't worry about it" "No harm done". "I will get you a soft drink now" And with that he went across to the refrigerator. I hadn't had the opportunity before but that backside undulated like you wouldn't believe. All in that rather minimal bathing suit. I was starting to wonder if my being here was a good idea. What if I started to lose control and made a fool of myself? But no time for those thoughts. He was back with a big glass of a cool refreshing drink. I accepted it gratefully. Once more he opened the conversation " I know that you have been looking at me." " I watched you on the beach" " and please, I am more than a bit flattered." "Most girls only look at the young skinny ones. Not at men like me". Trying to keep my Cool image I responded. " I don't know what sort of people you have met but I just can't imagine that." " Have you had a look at yourself in a mirror lately". "Believe me if you could see yourself through my eyes you would have a completely different view of it all." There was just some sort of flicker in his eyes. Only for a moment but something was different about his face. Perhaps it was just the compliment . "Do you really find me THAT attractive" he asked me. "This isn't just about being polite is it?" " would you really want MORE of me". "You had better believe it" was my immediate response. " what person wouldn't?" "There have been more than you might imagine," he said. "Not everyone can appreciate what I have to offer". " I told you before that I sensed something special about you". " Those other people are fools." " I want it all" " I want whatever you are prepared to offer me" "In fact I can say that I want as much of you as I can get". Perhaps I could have chosen my words better in hindsight but hindsight is a wonderful thing. Once more he broke the silence. " Do you really mean that you want to have me. Now. Here. In this caravan." "You want to be able to take off ye clothing of mine and feel everything that is inside it?" "Well... er... ummm", I found myself completely caught off guard. Here He was virtually throwing himself at me and I was having troubles keeping up. Not that I didn't want him of course. Far from it. But how do you respond to a question like that? What is the correct etiquette when a man seems to be propositioning you? He broke into my thoughts," I didn't mean to be so abrupt. Perhaps I should take a cold shower and let it pass". " There is nothing to stop as going to the barbeque later." " Can you forget it please?" "Forget it?" in my brain.."FORGET IT" There was no way I was going to be able to forget this. Not for a long , long time. And if I passed up the opportunity I was going to kick myself until I was black and blue from one end to the other. "No, no" " I didn't mean that at all, " I would love to have the opportunity." " I have been admiring you for some time and I just can't imagine how delightful it would be to see the whole magnificent package." Again there was that gleam in him eyes. "Then that is exactly what shall happen" " But first let me get you one of my special drinks" With that he left me and went to the kitchen area and started to prepare something. I knew it wasn't just straight from a bottle because she opened a few different cupboards taking a bit from here and a bit from there. Finally he brought two drinks back. They were small and a bluish colour. I took a sip. This was nectar. I don't know how he did it but the flavours were unbelievable. Like nothing I have ever tasted before. It must have had some alcohol in it because it gave a warmish glow down my throat as I swallowed." With each sip the flavours intensified. I rolled it around on the back palette and sniffed it. I pushed it up and down on my tongue savouring every single drop of it. When the glass was drained I even resorted to licking the inside of the glass to get to the last possible drops of it. " now that drink was really something" " A once in a lifetime experience" I said. "You could market that and make a fortune" "With the money just imagine the new life you could make for yourself." He laughed again. But what was it that I didn't like? This wasn't quite the happy reassuring laugh I had heard on the beach. It was more like the laugh used by a villain in a melodrama. A bit sinister and over the top. All in the one long breath. " Yes, I think that a new life would be great. But you know that money just can't buy it" I admitted that. "Sometimes the things you need are simply beyond price... beyond the reach of money" Once more I knew that he was right. " But now, the moment we have both been waiting for" I knew that I had been waiting for it but I hadn't expected him to be quite so extroverted about it. But I wasn't in any position to start and argument. He reached up behind his back and started taking off his shirt. I don't know how. I can't get my hands behind my back like that. He then came to me and took off my bra in one swift movement it was off and discarded. My head was spinning like crazy. It wasn't the first time I had seen a my own breasts before but it may as well have been. It must have been the drink. They seemed so magnificent. Better than when I had seen them throughout my life. They were so much bigger than I remembered and super inviting. I couldn’t stop myself from cupping them and giggling and they bounced all over the place He turned around slowly on the spot keeping his gaze absolutely fixed on my body. I couldn't wait. I just had to have him. More than anything I had ever wanted I wanted to get his hands on these huge boobs. I stood up. Through my befuddled brain I thought I heard him say something.." and so you shall. Now and forever" Whatever that meant. I was dizzy and palpitating. The room was moving. I was gone... Or was I? Gradually I recovered my balance. " I must move a bit more slowly given what I have already been drinking" "I feel quite disoriented" But with only two drinks. Then I heard it. A laugh. Yes, I know that he had laughed before. But this wasn't his laugh. It was mine. Yet I hadn't opened my mouth. "This drink is pretty strong stuff" I was thinking. Next time I need a smaller glass. A pity. "There won't be a next time" I heard myself say. Once more I hadn't opened my mouth but I heard it. Honestly. "Why don't you just sit down for a while and get your balance back." A distinctly female voice said that and I felt some hands help push me down onto the sofa. But what was that? As I sat, there was no pull at my chest. That wasn’t usual, normally there was something was there. I opened my eyes and looked down. I couldn't believe what I saw. She paraphrased me " I would love to have the opportunity to take off that top and enjoy what is inside it. And those bottoms too." "wasn't that what you said?" "I heard you admit that you wanted to see a bit more of me" "And you admitted to me that you really wanted a bit more of me" "You'd better believe-it" " Wasn't that exactly what you said?" I started to open my mouth but the sounds were not mine. "But I didn't mean....." "Nevertheless you said it" " No matter what you meant." "I have been a witch. Trapped here until I could find someone else to take over this life. You drank my potion and now this life is yours. And, of course, your life is now mine. To do with as I will. Goodbye and good luck" With that she was out the door and off. I wanted to follow but I had nothing on my lower extremities. I was scared of being seen like this. Now where was that speedo. He had thrown it away somewhere. Where. Minutes passed as I hunted. Finally there is was behind the sofa. I picked it up and tied it behind my butt. " Oh shit .. Now how do get it to fit right…" "What on earth......" But I had no time for wondering. Not yet. Perhaps later. First I had to find myself and convince him that he had made a mistake. That I wasn't the right person to take. Maybe my life was not good enough. I had to try. So I opened the door. There was a sea of people outside. All lined up for the annual billy cart race. Somewhere amongst all these people I would be standing, watching. But as I looked at face after face I realized that I had no memories of who I was. I only had memories of who He was or who I now was. Nothing. Not a glimmer of recognition. I was panicking now. If I couldn't recognize him now just minutes after the transformation how could I ever expect to know her tomorrow. I walked around and around for ages. Depondency was setting in. I simply couldn't see any sign of her. Not anywhere. But perhaps on the beach. I went back to the caravan... Funny I could remember exactly where IT was. I tried to remember where he was camping... or even IF she was camping. But nothing. Not a memory. Not a hint. I got out the beach shelter and wandered down to the beach. There weren't so many people here. Out on the water I saw some girl on a body board. I noticed him out there. I don't know why. She wasn’t a lot different from any of the others. Yes, he was reasonably well toned with a good tan but on a beach that wasn't so odd. She had somewhat well developed breasts which, I confess, I was enjoying. Not those scrawny beanpoles that have nothing to hold or enjoy. The boobs slightly bounces with each movement out there in the water as each wave knocked her back with a solid thump that I could even hear from where I was. She didn't seem to have any partner there. Not in the water nor on the beach. I wondered if she was here on her own. Perhaps she might like some male company for a bit? "Half his luck" I thought to myself. "I wish I had the energy and stamina to do that." She was actually pretty good at it. Out he went and carved up wave after wave. Up high as the wave broke and then whoosh down the face of it. Shooting through the white water and the spray after the wave had broken. Then up again and straight back into it. She seemed almost tireless. Finally she had to admit defeat from the cold water and started to make Her way out from the water. I saw her look my way then hesitate. She actually stopped dead in the water. Then somewhat sheepishly she took the board and moved it in front of her body. I kid you not. He actually came out from the water clutching onto that board as if it was the only thing between her and complete nakendness. I laughed to myself. Women are such fools sometimes. Do they think we don't know about all that? Are all men just creatures from outer space. As she came closer I could see the outline of each breast.. glinting with beads of water. Shining in the later afternoon sun. It did have a significant effect on me. I shifted on my short bottoms a bit uncomfortably. It is lucky that he couldn't know what I was feeling. I realized sadly that I would probably never see my old self again. She could be anywhere by now. And of course once he has left the camp park I would be most unlikely to ever even be near her again. I wondered where she was right now. Perhaps she was somewhere in the camp park day dreaming about me. I certainly hoped so. I hoped that she would regret leaving this body and all that it meant. She could come back, admit her mistake and all would be back to normal again. I would even happily forgive her. I know what curiosity is like. I imagined meeting her and going through all those little games that one does when one wishes to say something but dare not. As she passed by I thought to myself " At least she taught me one thing. I now know how to fold up this blasted shelter and don't have to embarrass myself by asking for help from the first person that comes past." With that the girl was gone and I went back to reading a book. I had finally done it… I had found the proper suitor so I could leave the beach. It was so simple to trap people in and do this. I found my way out of that body, it wasn’t bad by any means but I wanted to leave a live a normal life. But I will say now that I’m a twenty two year old woman instead of the thirty one year old man I used to be, it’s quite a large change…. I’m sure I’ll get used to be a young hot blonde, I was a stereotypical beach girl if you will. Never mind the humongous tits that rode my chest. They looked big under her shirt but they are incredibly perfect. They bounce everywhere when I walk and I can’t lie I kinda like how they do that. As soon as I saw her shirt clinging to her chest and how big they looked under her shirt I knew I wanted her body and now it’s mine. The shirt she was wearing is in my bag and I just have the bikini top on because I want people to be jealous of my huge boobs. As I make my may back to my new vehicle I decide I won’t be back to the beach for a while. It’s time for me to get used to this life and start getting to know her friends and family. They are mine now so it does matter. I know everything about my new life and I’m so excited to finally be away from it all. Having huge soft tits is a huge bonus to all of this as well. I wish nothing but the best to the man that gave up her great body so I could escape the beach and live as a busty blonde college girl. Life’s on the up for me now.