Beach Blanket Bimbo [Charlotte Doe]
If he tried REALLY hard, Shaneal could remember his life before. The sadness, the stress, the teedy… The teevee-um… the… the boredom. Now, he didn't have to worry about any of that. In fact, there was very little he had to worry or think about… not like he could if he had to.
When a new Bikini Beach location opened up in his city, Shaneal didn't know what it was exactly, but by the sound of it, he wouldn’t be interested. He wasn't the outdoorsy, beachy sort, and even if he was, he assumed the “bikini” part of the name meant it was either a women-only establishment (wherein he wouldn't be welcome) or some sort of stripper, Hooters situation (wherein he wouldn't be comfortable.) Though his guess wasn't entirely correct, Shaneal would end up figuring out EXACTLY what services Bikini Beach provided. An incident at the BB facility caused their patented gender-bending formula to leak into the town's water supply. For most men caught up in the breach, this just meant they would have to deal with some temporary feminization- some tender chests, butts rounding out, faces softening a bit, etc. - that would only last a couple days. But as fate would have it, Shaneal had been taking a nice, long bath at the time, so not only did he transform into a full-fledged female, the effects were virtually permanent. Instead of some paltry mosquito bites, his chest exploded outward into jiggling titties that were larger than his head. To complete the hourglass shape, he grew an equally large, cushiony ass that spilled over the sides of any seat he came across. His eyes became piercingly blue and expressive, his skin smoothed, and his lips plumped up into a permanent pout.
That wasn't even the last of it, either: whatever Bikini Beach used, it was NOT meant to be absorbed at the concentration Shaneal received, to the point where it altered his mind. Shaneal had always been on the smarter side, but now his thoughts were so softened and dulled that he could manage only the simplest of thoughts. The most complicated concepts he could grasp were those involving make-up, fashion… and sex. Shaneal had been into women before, and he still was, just now he was so horny that he couldn't help but get hot over any sexy person he came across, regardless of gender. And those said sexy people had similar thoughts towards him. Shaneal had shed off his old, introverted self alongside his manhood, and had become quite the social butterfly. Or whatever one calls someone who wakes up in other people's beds more often than his own. To Shaneal, he would call it finally being free.
When a new Bikini Beach location opened up in his city, Shaneal didn't know what it was exactly, but by the sound of it, he wouldn’t be interested. He wasn't the outdoorsy, beachy sort, and even if he was, he assumed the “bikini” part of the name meant it was either a women-only establishment (wherein he wouldn't be welcome) or some sort of stripper, Hooters situation (wherein he wouldn't be comfortable.) Though his guess wasn't entirely correct, Shaneal would end up figuring out EXACTLY what services Bikini Beach provided. An incident at the BB facility caused their patented gender-bending formula to leak into the town's water supply. For most men caught up in the breach, this just meant they would have to deal with some temporary feminization- some tender chests, butts rounding out, faces softening a bit, etc. - that would only last a couple days. But as fate would have it, Shaneal had been taking a nice, long bath at the time, so not only did he transform into a full-fledged female, the effects were virtually permanent. Instead of some paltry mosquito bites, his chest exploded outward into jiggling titties that were larger than his head. To complete the hourglass shape, he grew an equally large, cushiony ass that spilled over the sides of any seat he came across. His eyes became piercingly blue and expressive, his skin smoothed, and his lips plumped up into a permanent pout.
That wasn't even the last of it, either: whatever Bikini Beach used, it was NOT meant to be absorbed at the concentration Shaneal received, to the point where it altered his mind. Shaneal had always been on the smarter side, but now his thoughts were so softened and dulled that he could manage only the simplest of thoughts. The most complicated concepts he could grasp were those involving make-up, fashion… and sex. Shaneal had been into women before, and he still was, just now he was so horny that he couldn't help but get hot over any sexy person he came across, regardless of gender. And those said sexy people had similar thoughts towards him. Shaneal had shed off his old, introverted self alongside his manhood, and had become quite the social butterfly. Or whatever one calls someone who wakes up in other people's beds more often than his own. To Shaneal, he would call it finally being free.