As usual, Sarah was unable to look at the spot of reality that had been changed. In a flash of white, the beach was now populated by about ten lifeguards, both male and female, all dressed in form-fitting, full-coverage red swimsuits.
The sight joggled a memory from Sarah's mind. Something from her early childhood; the television on, she playing with her dolls on the floor, her mother and father watching nothing on the television while they waited for something to happen so they could go out. The nanny? Who knew. But Sarah's attention had been diverted from her toys to the screen when the women in the show appeared in their green, yellow and, most famously, red lifeguard swimsuits. Something clicked in Sarah's mind that day, something that had been kept from herself until now.
Sarah looked at Greta and, to her disappointment, the woman wasn't wearing the lifeguard swimsuit anymore, but a simple pair of beach shorts and a loose sundress.
It was obvious now; she wasn't on duty, so why would she be in her lifeguard uniform.
"Why the long face?" Jen said, putting a hand on Sarah's shoulder.
Sarah shook her head, smiling at the girl. Her girl. Her beach babe. She was a beach babe too and, well, the two boys with the boobs now the size of Karyn's and Jen's could do with some adjustment.
Karyn was straddling one of them, rubbing lotion on the boy's massive booms, every now and then pressing her own against them. Her bikini slipped sometimes, showing a little bit of nipple.
The play made Sarah a little too aware that she was wearing a bikini too and, again, wondered how wearing Greta's lifeguard uniform would feel.
The thought made Sarah's skin, already red from sun and playing with her beach babes, red.
"Say, Greta," She said. Swallowed. "What got you into lifeguarding?"
Greta, who had been idly staring out to see, either uninterested or trying to ignore the lewd activities before her, smiled fondly. "My aunt. We were close, and she was a lifeguard. Would take me out to sea, river, lakes... play-pretend to safe peope with logs. Over time I saw how many peope she saved and, well, I guess that when your grades are terrible, you're a star swimmer but lack the competitive spirit, and you don't know what to do with your life, saving other's is a good replacement." She turned to Sarah, her golden skin smooth, perfect. Tiny wrinkles - laugh lines - appeared on her face; they were pretty, beautiful even.
What's up with me? Wrinkles are, like, the worst! Sarah thought, but the echo of her heart speeding up in her chest said something different.
Karyn moaned, making the two turn their eyes. She had stopped bothering with the pretense, and was now making out with the huge-tittied boy. Their boobs pressing together was comical.
Jen pouted, "Oh, no fair!" With a lithe move of her hips, she was straddling the other boy who put his hands up.
"Look, as much as I have, um, enjoyed things... I am not... really interested?"
Jen, of course, frowned. He was a boy and she was a hot beach babe. Of course he was interested. "You sure?" She said.
He nodded, looking away and at her eyes at the same time.
"Not even touch me?"
But Sarah was already peeking at the Stone in her hands. It would be so easy to get Greta back in her uniform, but...
"Why don't you wear it now, your lifeguard uniform?" Sarah asked.
Greta laughed, "Kid, as much as I love the red cross on my chest, you need to separate work from pleasure. Besides, I am off duty. It would give the wrong impression."
Oh, true. But how do I get you... in it and... me wearing it too? Sarah idled the Stone in her hand. Jen and the boob-dude still having a back and forth.
