After Saturday's wrestling meet, I let Branden's suggestion about hooking up with the newly single classmate, Ashley Seaver, slide. Investing that time and effort into getting a girlfriend just didn't seem worth it when put into perspective. Besides, what could she see in me besides the very same 'bits and pieces' that make up her own friends and school mates? Not exactly boyfriend material, I thought to myself. I would not have made the first step in building such a dubious relationship.
Except... I didn't make the first step. She did!
It was a Monday afternoon after I arrived home from wrestling practice. Not being able to work out like the rest of the guys was frustrating enough, but I had the rest of the week to be alone at home to think about it. Practice on Wednesday had been cancelled, and Dad was gone on another business trip. So I was back to browsing the Internet and checking Facebook again. Ugh.
That was when I heard a ping! chat message open up in Facebook. It was from Ashley!
Ashley: hello Mike, u there? I wanna talk to u ......
Ashley:
Ashley: heyyyyyyy
Ashley: fine then dont talk to me
Michael: Sorry afk for a minute, how's it going?
Ashley: good! so i have a question to ask you
Michael: go ahead
Michael: btw were u at the wrestling meet last Sat?
Ashley: wanna go 2 the beach with me tomorrow? it'll be lots of fun! promise!!!
Ashley: yah i was there, waved to u but u were focused on match
Michael: Beach? anyone else invited?
Ashley: nope just u and me
Michael: ok
Michael: what time tomorrow
Ashley: i'll pick u up at ur house at 10 am sound ok?
Michael: yeah but you don't know where i live...
Ashley: Branden messaged me and he told me!
Ashley: guess you 2 live near each other or something lol
Michael: lol ok then
Michael: 10 am it is
Ashley: ok byyeeee!!
Well, that was much easier than I thought. Apparently, Branden had indeed been working 'behind the scenes' to set his matchmaking plan into action. Not that I was complaining, as Ashley is definitely one of the prettier girls in school. I had never really talked to her before, as she had a reputation for being kind of an airhead. The type of girl who is more focused on clothing, friends, and bad boys than work or school. Why she suddenly took such an interest in asking me out was still a mystery. A pleasant change of events to be sure, but one that I felt needed further explanation.
The beach! I hadn't been there since the swap took place. But if I received all of Mary Weber's clothing as part of the reality change, then I should have also received her bikinis and bathing suits as well. So I looked in my bedroom for the place where I used to put my old swim trunks and found one of her lycra bikinis. A pink and white striped piece, folded neatly in a dresser drawer. The fabric much skimpier than I'd like to go out wearing, but it was a bikini. The bottom even had a pair of tassles flaring out the sides!
Would it still fit me? I had to find out. I stepped out of the elastic stretch workout shorts I had been wearing for the wrestling practice, and tossed it along with my underwear on the floor. Removing my t-shirt, sports bra, and letting my heaving breasts bounce freely, I then adjusted the cups of the bikini top into place over my chest. Feeling a bit constricted -- Mary's boobs filling up with milk in anticipation of having the babies -- I nevertheless found it to be a good enough fit for tomorrow's date at the beach. The lycra rubbing against my larger nipples producing a very odd sensation indeed. Snapping the waistband of the bikini bottom over my hips and ass, I stepped into the bathroom and posed in front of the mirror.
Jesus, I whistled aloud. If Mary's body looks this good while pregnant, how hot is she normally? Her breasts appearing perfectly symmetrical, and large enough compared to her petite frame, with a waspish waist tapering down to full, ch1ld-bearing hips.
The next day, Ashley pulled up in her car to the front of the house at 10:13. I was sitting outside on the porch waiting for her to come. Carrying a backpack with a spare change of street clothes and other beach items. I was already wearing the bikini underneath a sleeveless white tank top and knee-high pleated skirt. The skin-tight top stretched out by my swollen belly, as I ran my hands over it while waiting.
She stepped out of her car and waved. Ashley was taller than most girls at 5'10'', with long, slender legs exposed in all their glory leading up to her denim miniskirt. Her breasts were rather small by comparison on her taller frame, jutting out slightly from her Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt. That morning, she applied a noticeable level of eye shadow and blush, which combined with her jet black hair and white highlights gave her an altogether 'emo'-like appearance.
"Sorry I'm late Mike!" She called out. "You ready to go?"
I nodded and picked up my backpack.
The beach was only a 20-minute drive away, and since it was a Tuesday that meant the parking situation would be manageable. Parking at the beach on a weekend in August would be impossible, but Ashley found a spot today with relative ease. Parallel parking into a spot near the boardwalk, just a short walk away from a series of shops and stands lined up along the concrete boardwalk.
"Oh my God, I love your skirt. Where did you get it?" She beamed.
"Uhhmm, I don't recall." I said, thumbing over the hemline awkwardly.
"Isn't it a beautiful day? Not a cloud in the sky, a slight breeze, the salty smell of the sea..." She noticed me carrying the backpack, then took it out of my hands. "Easy does it, Mike! I can carry that for you if you want. Here, let me put my handbag inside so there's only one thing to carry. Perfecto."
"So what do you want to do first?" I asked her. "We could find a place in the sand... you know, spread out a couple towels and go in the water. Or, we could explore the shops around the boardwalk."
Ashley sneaked a glance at her wristwatch. Running a hand through her mane of jet-black hair, she replied, "I'll leave the choice up to you!"
