mytgaccount thanks for taking the challenge.

I walked around the beach it was such a nice warm day. There were some DEFINITE advantages to being Jenni. I never had filled out a bikini this well before, not to mention I loved being Asian, it just completed this look so well. I loved this bikini and shame it would be the last day I get to wear it, it just fits so well, and my god look at this stomach and these abs, I feel so freaking powerful. Like hey, mere male mortals follow me and we'll go conquer Spain or something like that.

I wander up the beach again checking my watch. Still only 5:57 pm. I slowly breathe in the salty ocean air and smile as the wind floats through my long hair. I soak in all the things I'm going to miss about being Jenni.....because you have not won this wager.

Sure I'm beautiful and strong, but somehow your idea girlfriend is supposed to what? Be some pretty thing for you to look at? I found once I was Jenni this bikini honestly was one of the more conservative outfits because at least this one looked proper while on the beach. The non-beach ones, holy shit I'm amazed I never got arrested. Well let's be honest I have enough magic around me to let silly things like indecent exposure stick to me.

I see you sitting in a lounge chair holding 2 drinks, pina colada, you remembered my favorite, that's a nice touch. You are not even looking me in the eye though you are staring a hole in my bikini, I am surprised the top isn't in flames from the intensity you are staring. I sit down in the lounge chair and take one of your drinks. I smile at you, might as well make the last little time we have together pleasant.

“Thanks, babe,” I say sweetly, “you remembered my favorite,” I say slowly sipping. I smile while looking over at you.

“I figured hey I must have won, why not enjoy a sweet taste of victory,” You say. I roll my eyes, that corny humor is another thing I won't miss.

6 pm 30 days are up, “Victory? What makes you say that?” I ask enjoying my drink. Ever so slightly my body starts taking its original form back. The hair shortening, my legs also becoming a little pudgier, my breast shrinking down, and my skin pales. “You seemed to think I was some sort of doll to just dress up and look pretty. Do you know how embarrassing some of those outfits were? I felt naked Reed, not to mention how much residual magic it took not to be thrown out of places.”

It was at this point you realized what was about to happen and tried to leave only to find you couldn't. You were unable to leave and unable to do anything voluntary either. You even tried to take an extra-long time blinking and found it impossible. It started with some cramping in your foot, no, more like spasms, not painful just unsettling. It felt like your muscles were rubber bands snapping down to a smaller size. You continue to sit lounging in the chair, your feet shrinking down to comically small sizes. Your legs next the shrinking, prickling sensation moving into your calves. You tried to hide your changing body and I reached over and yanked off your trunks. Your legs seemed to pulse and move. The skin didn't exactly bubble, but there were little pockets of muscle turning to soft fat only to then slide up and gather now in your ballooning thighs and ass.

You shivered as your skin takes on not only a healthy sunny glow from tanning but also all the hair permanently saying 'goodbye' to life as your skin becomes impossibly smooth and supple. You would be in line for a job as a leg and foot model, if not for the dangling appendage between your thighs. You are on display but no one yet really seems to notice you. I will my magic to make you feel exposed you feel vulnerable and nude as you lay there naked.
I slide over to you and rest my arm around your shoulder. They had already felt like they were shrinking, my touch seems to just hurry the process along. I lean down and kiss you. You feel a rush of submission and endorphins rush through your body as we make out. I run my fingers through your hair, each time they pass it seems to take a little longer as your hair grows. The hair long, dark, glossy, very fine, and so soft stops growing at your shoulder blades.

As I hold you, you feel your whole form contract. “You are going to be a spectacle. You are going to be impossibly cute, impossibly sexy, and impossibly petite. You are going to be a woman that no one respects because you will look and act like a timid girl. Your confidence was gone. Your strong physique has gone, and your cute face is going to look innocent and girlish,” I say.

I move down between your legs and you feel something cool and stretch sliding up. It is a black bikini bottom. When it reaches your groin, I take my hands and press on your penis. It feels so good your mind blanks for a moment as you see stars. You also feel it being pressed in, and soon my hand is cupping a flat crotch. You feel my fingers push in as this new feeling, a violating, penetrating feeling emerges. I rubbed your covered vagina and you feel pleasure shoots down your nervous system and it goes all the way out to your fingertips. You know in your deepest heart though this is female pleasure, your brain almost makes the pleasure pink-tinted in your brain.

 

“Now for your man, he'll be here soon, he's …..well he's very good looking. He's a professional surfer and he needs a girlfriend who will stand by him and look cute in a bikini when he competes,” I shrug “He thinks it is important, but the point is you will be nothing but something to look cute next to him. You may want to wear something conservative, or comfortable but almost every day you'll find yourself in some sort of bikini or modeling a scandalous dress. You will know hours and hours of making yourself look good, you will quickly find yourself obsessed with makeup and fashion. It won't be because you want to, it will be because you HAVE to, to keep Logan happy. You'll find your skills and attention for other things wane. You won't be stupid, but you won't have the time to feed that brain anything but makeup, fashion, and keeping gorgeous. Like an overripe melon, it will turn to mush. You'll try to fight it, I'm sure you will the only mental change you'll have magically though is utter devotion to Logan, You'll need to look gorgeous for him, his success is your success. Logan and Corinne, well Cora everyone will call you ”

I toss you a black bikini top, “People are staring girl! Put your top on” I whisper.

   

You start to fight to get this top tied. You've never noticed how tricky it is. You fight with it long enough and when you finally get it on, I'm gone. You stand on the beach when a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around you. You feel yourself melt and feel safe. It is Logan, you turn and find you only reach his sternum. But he picks you up like a child and kisses you deeply. You feel like you are getting a drink of water after being dehydrated. This man means everything to you and you know you'll do whatever you can to support him......maybe a green bikini next time........