Your appropriately themed mini-story extension for Beach Party July! Enjoy!

By FoxFaceStories

Jane and her husband Leo are waiting at the airport to pick up their son and his friends, who are coming back from spring break. Instead, they are shocked to find a group of girls. Why? Because their son Alan and his group took sex change drugs to spice up their vacation. Only, now they seem stuck . . .

Spring Break Forever

Jane frowned. “They should be here by now. Shouldn’t they have arrived by now?”

Leo scanned the incoming crowd from the airport terminal. Usually their son Alan and his friends would have been among the first to arrive, probably batting ahead of the others in a mad dash to make their presence known. The married couple had no idea how their twenty-year old son had ended up so boisterous given they were both such introverts, but he was loud and proud and they could barely keep him out of trouble. When they’d learned that he was travelling to Hawaii with his best mates for the entirety of Spring Break, they’d given him The Talk multiple times about safe partying, safe drugs, and safe sex (which was to say; don’t, don’t, and definitely don’t). 

But now, despite messages from him that he was arriving soon, there was no sign of their son with his bright ginger hair, his thick freckles, and his enthusiastic, playful expression. The expression that could turn so mischievous and devilish on a dime. Nor was there any sight of his athletic friend Marcus, with his black curls and idiotic grin, or their slightly-more-trustworthy friend Kade, with his dark-skin and close-shaved black curls.

“I don’t see him either, love,” Leo said. “Weren’t they going to wear Hawaiian shirts on the way back? The ridiculous ones from those early photos.”

“I wish he’d sent more photos, not just ones from the first day,” Jane said. “Oh, there are some Hawaiian shirts! Oh, it’s just a group of young girls.”

But there was something strange about those ‘young girls.’ They all looked about twenty years old, and all three were walking nervously straight towards Jane and Leo. None of the three could keep their heads up, and the weirdest part was that, despite each being terrifically beautiful, they were almost like female versions of their son and his friends. A cute redhead, a woman with longer black curls, and a dark-skinned beauty with braids.

“Leo, look!”

“I see them. How utterly bizarre. Do you think we’re being pranked?”

But it would only get more bizarre, because the group saw Jane and Leo, proceeded to converse amongst themselves, seemed almost about to erupt into a catfight, and then finally shoved the ginger-haired woman ahead. She was very beautiful, and despite her loose Hawaiian shirt, it was clear from how it tightened around her bust how impressively curvaceous she was. Her pale cheeks turned to a blush, and she had to push back her long red hair.

“Um, hi Mom. Hey Dad. It’s me. Your son.”

Jane frowned. “Hello young miss. Listen, I’m only going to ask this once, is this some kind of prank?”

“No, it’s really me, Mom. I’m Alan. And the girl with the dark curly hair is Marcus. And that’s obviously Kade.”

She gestured to the other two women. The girl with long black curls looked a lot like a female Marcus, and even had an athletic figure, albeit with impressively wide hips. And the other looked like a gorgeous black supermodel, with a lovely loose afro and thick lips. Both waved awkwardly at the couple, clearly showing deep embarrassment.

“Hey, Mrs G.”

“Yeah, h-hi Mr and Mrs Genderson.”

The married pair exchanged a look. Surely this couldn’t be real? 

“Okay, this is definitely some strange prank,” Jane said. “I’m calling my son, young lady.”

Jane called, but then the phone in the ginger-haired beauty’s hand rang out. She answered it, and a repeat of her voice echoed as she spoke.

“So, um, we might have made a mistake, Mom. A really big one. From not listening, uh, to your advice.”

  Leo pinched his nose. “This isn’t possible. There’s no way that-”

“Dad, when I was five I walked in on you and Mom in the backyard shed and you were-”

“Okay! Okay!” Leo said, putting his hands up. “Enough about that.” The married pair looked around in disbelief, then examined their child. The freckles looked almost identical, and her left arm had a cluster of freckles that looked like a small triangle, just like their son possessed. It was impossibly curious and all too real.

At this point, Kade stepped forward. “It’s true, Mr and Mrs Genderson. Look, you know I’ve got that scar on my arm when I crashed your bike when I was over at your place two years ago. See!”

The supermodel gorgeous woman lifted her arm, revealing the most blemish-free skin imaginable, smooth as butter. Well, except for the strange crisscross scar that was identical to the one Kade had gotten.

“And I’ve got the birthmark just above my butt!” Marcus said, turning around. “Look!”

Before anyone could protest, she was pulling up her top and bending over. A number of men moving in the airport looked her way, enjoying the sight of her very rondure derriere. But, it was undeniable that this woman had the same birthmark there, the one in the vague shape of Australia. She even rubbed it for good measure, showing it to be real, until Alan slapped her on the side and told her to pull up her pants already.

“It’s really us, Mom, Dad,” the girl claiming to be Alan repeated. “I didn’t know how to tell you. We thought it would be better to show you in person.”

Jane and Leo were both astounded. The reality of the situation was setting in.

“H-how?” Leo managed.

The three girls all looked at one another, each sheepish and not wanting to go first. Finally, it was Kade that came clean, being the most responsible one.

“We took drugs.”

“Party drugs,” Marcus added.

“Sex-change party drugs,” Alan finished, barely able to look her parents in the eye. “It was just for fun! We didn’t even think they’d work, but they did! It was just to spice up the vacation, see what life was like on the other side!”

“Wear bikinis at the beach!” Marcus added. “Have a bit of an experiment.”

“And . . . the night life,” Kade admitted. “Get into clubs for free . . . enjoy being the centre of attention on the beach. We didn’t have bad intentions!”

“Except for when we got a bit tipsy,” Marcus said, running his mouth as usual. “And a group of guys were into us, and the drugs sorta made us into them, and . . .”

They all blushed at that, as Leo and Jane both connected the dots. They had told Marcus and Kade’s parents that they were happy to pick up their sons, and now they were going to be dropping off daughters!?

Jane scowled. “Alan Joseph Genderson, are you telling me you not only had sex, but sex as a woman!?”

“I . . . just once!”

“Three times,” Kade said. “All of us, three times.”

“Four for me,” Marcus said, failing to read the room.

Leo slapped his forehead with his hand, while Jane had no idea what to say next. Each of the boys, however, remembered exactly how that night went down.

***

It was a beautiful evening. The sky was purple and pink, and the air was warm and humid. Hawaii had proven to be everything that Alan, Marcus, and Kade had hoped it would be. Of course, with the surprising and incredible drugs they had taken early on, they weren’t going by those names right now. Instead, they were now Alanna, Marcia, and Kate, and as far as anyone was concerned, they were all beautiful women, and had always been female. Alanna could scarcely believe that she’d grown a large pair of F-cup breasts, each the size of ripe grapefruit, if not larger, while Marcia had gorgeous Mediterranean curls and a toned swimmer’s body with very impressive hips. Kate, on the other hand, had an ass that bounced, and her dark features with her long braided hair made her appear like a future model, if not a celebrity. And because they had grown more confident in their looks and desire to live it up as hot chicks, they were all wearing flashy outfits: Alanna in a tight red dress that pushed up her huge boobs, Marcia in a two-piece outfit that left her midriff on display, and Kate in a bikini top with a pair of tight shorts over her bottoms.

All of them had been invited to a party at a very wealthy delinquent’s estate while his parents were away on business. It was a raucous event, with the best booze, the most incredible pools and access to the beach, not to mention a positively massive home where numerous young partygoers were pairing off to explore, and to find private spaces where they could fuck one another’s brains out. 

“Those gender-changing drugs were the best decision ever!” Marcia exclaimed as they danced and drank around the pool. “Check out all the guys and girls looking at us! We’re basically the must-haves of the party!”

Alanna cracked a smirk. “I told you, guys. Being a trio of hot chicks was a great idea. And you two whined about losing your dicks just for a couple of weeks.”

“Hey, having it pull back inside me was weird as fuck,” Kade said, taking another drink of Vodka coke from her cup. “And I still don’t know if this was a good idea, man. But . .  . I’m willing to concede that it’s been a fun one. So long as no one finds out about us.”

“Exactly!” Alanna said, throwing her arms around the pair and pulling their luscious bodies against hers. “And tonight, I say we get drunk and really party it up. C’mon, girls, it’s time we go all the way. Look at all these hot guys tonight.”

She pointed out the hunky men already in the pool, and others living it up on the dance floor, while a few others were flexing muscles and playfighting on the beach like drunken, yet very attractive, fools.

“Fuck yeah,” Marcia said. “I wanna bone one.”

“Hey, we don’t need to talk about this!” Kade exclaimed, though it was obvious she was eyeing off a very handsome man with impressive muscles upon the beach. “It’s one thing to be a woman, and another to-”

“Use the incredible body you’ve been given?” Alanna cut in. “C’mon, look at my tits? Look at Marca’s hot hips! Look at your incredible ass, girl! And it’s not like you’re lacking in the chest department either! We deserve to see what sex is like from the other side, just once at least! C’mon, it’s our big spring break!”

“Yeah it is!” Marcia exclaimed, already drunk and swaying her hips deliberately at a guy in the pool who was appreciating them most admiringly. “C’mon, Kate! Don’t be such a Kade. You’re a new girl, don’t be a wet blanket! Let’s all get fuckin’ laid!”

“Exactly!” Alanna said.

Kate bit her lip, but the man on the beach was so handsome, and the alcohol in her system was making her normally more sensible decision-making waver.

“Fine!” she at last declared. “But you better not let me regret this, you guys!”

“You girls!” Marcia corrected, and then she literally jumped into the pool while laughing like a maniac, already moving towards her chosen target.

That was the moment they had made their collective mistake. That was the night they all became impregnated. Alanna danced up against a random handsome local, enjoying the confidence she carried with her body and how she flirted with her so brazenly. Kate allowed herself to be talked into making out with the man on the beach, some guy called Devon, and soon they were disappearing into the corner of the party to go a lot further than making out. Marcia was more brazen than either, and was the first to disappear upstairs, right after acting like a total slut and letting two separate men feel her tits and guess her cup size.

None of them would ever forget what it was like to spread their legs (or go on all fours, in Marcia’s case) and have a man enter them. It was passion, it was wonder, it was, in the words of Alanna the next day when they recounted their many couplings, “fucking hot as hell.” At different times they squealed in delight as orgasms hit them, and each was left gasping as warm hot seed flooded into their new pussies, unaware of what a massive and very permanent fate they had just sealed for themselves. The pearly fluid of their respective lovers poured into their wombs, sperm swimming towards the eggs so ready to be impregnated.

That night was perfection.

Weeks later, when their situations did not reverse, and each of them were starting to feel tired, queasy, and more than a little oddly hungry . . . that was a shocking revelation instead.

***

Not that they would give all those details to Alan’s parents, nor to their own when it came time to meet them. It was simply too embarrassing to admit that they had not only gotten drunk and done the impregnating deed, but also that they had made the active choice to pursue sex, especially in Alan and Marcus’ case. They had started the night pursuing sex, and it hadn’t taken a great deal to convince Kate into it. They hadn’t accidentally ended up in bed with a man after too many drinks. They’d had too many drinks so they could end up with a man. The results should have been predictable, and yet not one attempt at contraception had been undertaken. If they’d asked just one girl for advice perhaps disaster could have been avoided.

Thankfully, Alan’s parents Leo and Jane were not interested in asking such questions. They were both too overwhelmed by this news and struggling to absorb it. Jane calmed her quickened breath and voiced the one burning question remaining to her.

“Wait, hold on. So you ended up as women due to these illegal, what, gender-changing drugs?”

“Um, yes,” Alanna said.

“Pretty much,” Kade added in her sultry voice.

“And, what, the drugs are taking too long to wear off?”

Again, silence fell, and it almost seemed to scream from the awkwardness that radiated from it. Other former flight passengers were already moving to intercept their bags as they came out on the baggage train, but these five individuals remained, three of them fidgeting and blushing.

“No, Mom, they were meant to wear off days ago,” Alan finally said in her remarkably feminine voice. “A week ago, actually. But, um, there’s been a complication.”

She crossed her arms underneath her generous chest, accidentally lifting her breasts to show some cleavage above the top button of her casual Hawaiian shirt. Jane and Leo could barely look; their son now had breasts! Large ones! Very large ones, in fact! It just didn’t compute.

“Well, things got a little out of hand,” Alan continued. “We didn’t think it would be long-term, so we kinda, uh, didn’t, um . . .”

“We didn’t use protection,” Kade said, biting her thick lower lip.

“We kinda got knocked up,” Marcus said. She was starting to get emotional, and the athletic beauty wiped some nascent tears from her eyes.

Both adults shrieked as one: “WHAT!?”

It was enough for a couple of members of airport security to look their way, only to recognise that this was some family matter. If only they knew just what a wild family matter it was!

“All of us,” Alan admitted, lowering a hand to her stomach. “We all got, er, knocked up.” 

They all lowered their hands, in fact, down to their stomachs, as if the very topic of pregnancy might make them grow in real time. Certainly, Marcus seemed especially most afraid of this, though he’d always had the simplest mind of the group.

Jane reeled at this revelation, and her husband wasn’t far behind.

“You’re . . . pregnant?”

“It, um, it locks the transformation in. We’re kinda stuck like this. As girls, I mean. Pregnant ones.”

“Until what, you give birth?”

Another silence.

“Until you finish breastfeeding?”

The silence got more awkward. The suitcases belonging to the three passed on the carousel, but none moved to them.

“Until . . when!?”

“It’s kind of permanent,” Kade said, gulping a little, her hand still on her stomach. A stomach that would only be slim for a few more weeks before it truly started to expand.

“It was a mistake!” Alan cried. “Seriously!”

Leo blinked a few times. “I’m going to be a grandpa?”

“I don’t have to keep it!” Alan exclaimed. “None of us do!”

“Oh, yes you do!” Jane snapped. “All of you will, and I know your parents will make sure of that as well. You aren’t going to think of trying to take back the mistake you made. I know for a fact all three of you are relying on your parents to pay your way through college, so trust me when I say this will almost certainly be part of that condition. Especially you, my son. Isn’t that right, Leo sweetie?”

Leo nodded vacantly. He was still absorbing the fact that his son was pregnant with his first grandchild. He certainly hadn’t expected to become a grandfather at just forty five.

“I’ll take that as a yes, honey,” Jane continued. “Have all of you got that?”

None of the three had ever seen Alan’s mom in such a mood. She was usually an awkward fusser, nothing more, but the three women snapped to attention so fast that their breasts jostled heavily, especially Alan’s. They clearly weren’t wearing very well-fitting bras, so thank God for the thick material of their shirts or they’d really be slipping right out and putting the high beams on.

Alan stepped forward. “But Mom, I’ll have to give birth!”

“Yes, and before that you’ll be growing for nine months, or that minus however many weeks you’ve been knocked up. Morning sickness, tiredness, cravings, new clothes, the works. And then afterwards, breastfeeding and diaper changes. The real work begins. Trust me, I know all about it, son! Well, daughter now, it seems. There’s a lot you need to get moving on. Isn’t that right, Leo sweetie?”

“A grandfather . . . sorry, what was that, honey?”

“I’m saying our son has a lot to learn about pregnancy and childbirth, not to mention childrearing. He - she’ll be getting a crash course in it!”

“Damn straight,” Leo said, regaining a sense of assertiveness. “This is the kind of thing that carries a lesson, son. Er, daughter?”

Alan gaped, as did his two friends. But before he could speak, Jane jabbed a finger forward, sweeping it to point at all three of them.

“I hope you’re all happy with yourselves, because that ‘Forever Spring Break’ you were all chatting about when you left two weeks ago? Well, that was your last Spring Break for quite a while. The next time one rolls around, you’re all going to be young mommies with serious responsibilities on your shoulders!”

The three young women all frowned, each glancing at the other as the new reality set in. Jane and Leo had certainly not expected their son and his friends to come back as women, and especially not pregnant ones, but maybe this would finally teach them to grow up, especially after they each gave birth and had to care for their young ones.

And besides, Jane reflected as they finally retrieved the young women’s baggage and made their way out of the airport, Alan and her friends were still young and very pretty. No doubt they could always find a man later down the line. Jane almost smirked at the thought of that.

She’d always wanted a daughter anyway.

***

Spring Break was a long way in the rearview mirror now, Jane and Leo reflected. It had been over seven months since that incredible revelation had greeted them at the airport; the sight of their son now transformed into a beautiful daughter, and with the news that she was already knocked up. Some days the parents still couldn’t believe it, even though they’d converted a spare room in their house to become a nursery for their first grandchild, and done a lot of helping with their former son when it came to preparing her for what was to come.

Those first few months had been the hardest. Alan - now Alanna  had been a sullen, whining young woman, constantly complaining about her new lot in life and bemoaning the fact that she had to carry her baby to term. Always there were the melodramatic statements: “My boobs are too sore!” “My boobs are too damn big!” I’m sick of being hungry and tired all the time!” “Morning sickness is the worst!” “What do you mean I need to learn makeup? This sucks!” 

Apparently Marcia was even worse with her parents, constantly moaning and groaning about her lost sports career and the fact that her lovely ab muscles were disappearing. Kate took it in better stride, as Jane and Leo knew she would, but she still looked like a deer in headlights when she visited, and apologised constantly to the older couple for her lapse in judgement on the holiday; she had a reputation as the sensible one of the group, and now her very beautiful supermodel black body was evidence of how much that might not be as true as she wished it to be.

Still, as with all things, a sense of normality slowly set in. Alanna recognised that there was no going back, and her fits of denial and bargaining ended right as she started to blow up. With the end of her morning sickness she became a little more chipper, but the true change occurred one morning when Jane descended down the stairs and found her daughter wearing just her pyjama shorts and a bra, her hand rubbing over her protruding stomach.

“Is everything alright, Alanna? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten to wash your shirt again. I keep telling you-”

“Shh, Mom. Shh. There’s . . . it’s moving.”

And that’s when Jane recognised it; the look of wonder in her child’s eyes. The same feeling she’d once had while pregnant with Alan, and how she’d delighted in those first kicks. Alanna was blushing and clearly a bit overwhelmed by it all, but she kept on rubbing her stomach like a true expectant mother every day after that, and while she never let on her truest feelings around her parents, Jane occasionally caught a peek of her smiling from ear to ear and talking to her child.

Word travelled down the grapevine that the same was true of Marcia, while Kate had become the most responsible of the expectant young mothers, constantly reading to her child and playing music into her womb, all while poring over the latest edition of What To Expect When You’re Expecting. To hear her mother tell it, Kate was actually becoming truly eager to be a mother, a fact that wasn’t exactly shared by Marcia or Alanna, but for whom a sense of maternal identity was creeping over them anyway.

Which was what led to this moment. Jane ushered her husband to venture slowly and stealthily down the stairs with her. It was the late morning, and Alanna had invited Marcia and Kate over for some much-needed brunch. All three women were positively ballooned by this point; their bellies were large and round, their breasts fuller, and their skin had that glorious pregnancy glow that the forty-four year old Jane greatly envied. Kate was even in a lovely maternity dress, while Marcia was in her usual stretched maternity shirt and running shorts, not that she could run much anymore, what with her wide-hipped waddle. Their own daughter was wearing a maternity dress also, and this one was white and loose, making her look like she was about to be in some kind of pregnancy photoshoot. She looked lovely, and Jane was once again reminded of how much she had come to enjoy having a daughter.

“What are we doing?” Leo whispered to his wife as they looked around the corner, the three women thankfully not facing in their direction.

“Just listen,” Jane whispered back. 

Alanna giggled at some silly joke of Marcia’s. “I can’t believe you did that! That’s so crazy. Man, we used to be such wild guys. What happened to us?”

“We became women,” Kate noted. “Which, on that subject, that’s a crazy lovely dress, Alanna. It suits you so well.”

The beautiful and busty redhead bit her lip and blushed. “Mom got it for me. I mean, technically I guess I chose it. Damn it, I’m actually pulling it off, aren’t I?”

“Hell yeah you are!” Marcia proclaimed. “You look fucking hot. Are your tits bigger?”

“Ugh, they went up another cupsize. I’m starting to leak lately. Are you guys getting that?”

There was a resounding “Yep!” from the other two, and then the three of them chuckled, pausing to eat from the selection of hard cheeses, biscuits and fruit that Jane had set up earlier for them.

“Holy shit, this stuff is good,” Marcia said. “Your Mom is awesome. You know, apart from forcing you to have the baby and all.”

At this, Alanna shrugged a little. “We-ell, she probably made the right decision. I mean . . . I’m kinda looking forward to meeting my little guy.”

“I knew it!” Kate declared. “You are keen to be a mom!”

“I’m not keen to be a mom! I’m just keen to be . . . this guy’s mom.”

At that, she cradled her stomach and smiled softly down at it. The action was repeated by Kate, she hugged her round belly and cracked a grin.

“My girl is gonna be the best. I think I’m ready for birth, whenever that is. Two weeks from now, I hope.”

“Ew,” Marcia declared. “Birth scares the shit out of me.”

“And breastfeeding?”

Surprisingly, the woman with beautiful dark curls shrugged. “I’m kinda looking forward to that. I don’t know, I was always proud of my body. Being able to literally feed a new life? That’s some rad shit right there.”

Alanna laughed, and held up a glass of juice. “To being rad moms!”

“To being rad moms!” they repeated, and clinked their glasses together. Their discussion soon turned to a movie they’d recently watched together, the three arguing about how hot the main actor - not actress, actor - was, before making plans for their next Spring Break.

Alanna chuckled. “I’m gonna wear a bikini again!” 

“We won’t lose our baby fat in time,” Kate noted.

“Who cares!” Marcia declared. “We can do it! And we can take our babies to the beach and nurse there. There’s no way we’re missing out on it again. We deserve, like, a post-babymoon or whatever!”

“Marcia’s right,” Alanna said. “We made a vow. We may be massively preggers, and we’re gonna have little three-month old babies when spring rolls around again, but no way are we giving up our Spring Break. We’ll be hot young moms, and we’ll be living it up still.”

“Without alcohol,” Kate reminded her.

“We can fit in a glass of wine if our parents babysit occasionally, I’m sure. The point is, we were told we won’t get a Spring Break again. I’m telling you, we will. We’re gonna be damn good moms, and rock the beach.”

“And maybe find some cute boyfriends in the meantime who don’t mind some hot single moms!” Marcia declared.

Kate and Alanna sighed. “That would be nice,” they said as one.

They were still, after all, a trio of twenty-one year olds, their lives - and futures as parents - just beginning. Who said there wasn’t room for future romance with the opposite sex?

Jane found herself smiling at her husband as they backed up the stairs.

“Seems like they’ve adjusted very well,” Leo noted. “Good, because I’m still grappling with becoming a grandad. I’m assuming we won’t let them actually have a spring break, right?”

But Jane paused and smiled as she looked back down the stairs.

“Oh, I’m sure we can figure something out. Spring Break forever, and babies too.”

The End