"Like, what the hell, Beryl. What did you do?" Kyle said in a strong Valley girl accent. Beryl stood quietly agape for a while, then began laughing even harder. She laughed so hard tears began to form in her eyes.
After she had calmed down a little, she said, "Oh my god, you even sound like her. I didn't expect that."
"Sound like who, Beryl?" said Kyle. "Like, what is going on? You promised to fix me and stuff. Now my face is all weird."
Beryl smiled and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Okay, okay I guess I owe you an explanation. The hat belongs to an older sister of one of my friends. You see, I wanted to celebrate tonight.... I mean really celebrate with alcohol and other goodies. And since we are both under age, and she was over 21 ......."
It took a while, but Kyle eventually got the drift of what she was saying. "Like, totally not fair. You should have asked!"
"If I had, would you have agreed to do it? C'mon, Kyle, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I'm sure you passed the test for me, and I want to celebrate in style!" said Beryl.
Kyle just glared at her with a childish pout. Beryl had to suppress another fit of laugher.
"C'mon, just this once ...... for me? I promise to return you to normal after we're done. And it'll be fun. Trust me, you're talking to the party expert. " said Beryl with a smirk.
Kyle smiled a little. It actually might be fun, he thought. Beryl was notorious for her madcap escapades and crazy parties. "Okay, but just for a little while. Then its back to normal for me. Alright, let's go."
"Wait, you can't go like that!" said Beryl.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing, " said Kyle with a little defiance. "It may not be, like, the coolest, but who cares."
"No, no. I mean with that body. You may have the face of an older girl, but you have the body of a teenager. I know I'm pretty hot, but there's no way anyone would believe that someone with a body like mine was over 21. You need her body, too. You need to become her completely."
"Oh no, no way!" said Kyle. "Then I'll get her memories, too. You have no idea what that was like for me. I don't want to do it again. Let's just forget it."
Beryl smiled, and held up a thin sling bikini. "Did I mention she's hot? Like really hot? As hot as a professional dancer. I know you liked my body, but can you imagine what it would be like to have hers?"
Kyle watched her twirl the bikini in her fingers. He had to admit, the thought was appealing. "Okay, " he said grabbing the bikini from her hand. "But just until we can get the booze. Then its back to normal for me. "
"Sure, sure, whatever you say, " said Beryl. "I'll return you back to normal as soon as you want to."
Kyle stopped removing his clothes. "And if I start to act weird or do anything not like me, you'll turn me back to normal immediately?"
Beryl nodded, and motioned for him to continue. Kyle stared at her. "Well, turn around. I'm not getting naked in front of you. "
Beryl rolled her eyes and turned around, and heard Kyle finish undressing, then begin to slip on the bikini.
"I'm not even gonna ask how you got her bikini, " he said.
"Well, let's just say she's adventurous ..... very adventurous. And very eager to experiment with new things, " she said.
"Great, " mumbled Kyle, as he finished slipping the straps over his shoulders. "Okay, " he said "you can turn around now."
Beryl turned around and had to suppress her laughter when she saw Kyle - the thin string bikini hung loosely on his frame. He looked like a child trying to wear an adult swimsuit.
"What, " said Kyle angrily. "Did I put it on wrong?"
"No, no, I just forgot how tall she was. I think that's part of the reason she's so eager to please people, despite her beauty. I think she feels very self-conscious about her height." said Beryl.
Kyle was about to ask something, when his whole body began to feel very strange.