Chapter 8: Just for the Afternoon
After a few weeks of trying to act like this was normal, Meredith got curious.
“You know,” Meredith said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, “I wouldn’t mind being your age again. Just for the afternoon.”
David looked up from the couch, red hair falling into one eye. “You serious?”
Meredith shrugged, then grinned. “Why should you two get all the stares?”
Jeff raised an eyebrow. “You sure? It’s a little weird—”
“Everything about this is weird,” she interrupted, smirking. “And besides, I want to see what it’s like to be a hot girl at the beach with two impossibly cute gay friends. You two get your twink fantasy. Let me have mine.”
David laughed, grabbing the Chronivac. “Alright. One youth infusion, coming up.”
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Scene: Transformation
The glow faded in seconds.
Melanie stood before them, now eighteen again — same person, same fire in her eyes, but with smooth, glowing skin, firm curves, long hair swept into a high, teasing ponytail. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and let out a low whistle.
“Oh yeah,” she said. “She’s back.”
David tossed her a neon string bikini. “I picked this out weeks ago just in case you ever asked.”
“You’re the worst,” she said, laughing — but didn’t hesitate to put it on.
Jeff and David were already changed. Jeff wore tight swim trunks that clung to his thighs; David had slipped into a tight black speedo that made it clear he was a cuntboy — his favorite accessory these days.
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Scene: The Beach
They arrived at the sand like a dropped cast from an indie queer movie: one radiant girl in a too-small bikini, and two pretty, shirtless boys who couldn’t decide if they wanted to kiss each other or the sun.
They set up their towel, and within minutes, Melanie was basking in attention.
A group of guys nearby threw glances that turned into double takes. One wandered over under the guise of asking for sunscreen.
Melanie giggled and offered him her hip to rub it in.
David watched from behind his sunglasses, sipping from a thermos. “You’re living your best life.”
She turned, grinning. “You think I’m being too much?”
“Not even close,” David replied. “You don’t have to prove anything. You’ve already been the responsible one. The mom. The adult. Right now? You should act on every single teenage lust you ever buried.”
Melanie raised an eyebrow. “You are a bad influence.”
Jeff chimed in, “He’s not wrong though.”
She laughed again and turned back to the boy, leaning closer, whispering something that made him blush to the ears.
David stretched out beside Jeff on the towel. “This is nice. Just being… this.”
“Being us,” Jeff said, running a hand over David’s crotch. “Not what anyone else expected.”
They watched Melanie flirt, dance in the waves, kiss the boy on the cheek — then run back laughing, cheeks pink.
“I forgot what it felt like to be wanted,” she said breathlessly. “Not as a wife, or a mom, or a woman with history. Just… a hot girl.”
David smiled. “Exactly.”