After Beryl's comments, Kyle was having second thoughts. He realized that he really didn't know that much about this woman, and what kind of strange mannerisms she might have. He was about to change his mind, and tell Beryl it was over, when the changes began.
It started with a strange warmth in his chest, just below his neck that slowly spread down to his feet, and across his whole body. When it reached his toes, he began to feel a strange pulling sensation, like someone was trying to pull him from all directions. He watched in fascination as the floor seemed to move further away, and the bikini began to feel a little less loose. He stared at his hands, and watched as his fingers became longer and thinner. His heels drug against the ground as his feet grew, and he had to stand on the balls of his feet to keep from tripping. His groin tickled, and he looked down to see that his pubic hair was thinning and receding, as well as all of the few body hairs that had been present on Beryl's body. He noted that his skin was changing, too, becoming a dark bronze. His chest felt warm now, and he looked down and saw his already large chest, slowly ballooning even larger. As his breast grew, his nipples become larger and thicker, and his areolas doubled in size. The bikini was snug now, and he was worried that it might snap as his growth didn't seem to show any sign of slowing. He felt it pinching his ass, and as he reached down to try to readjust it, he felt his ass enlarging into a soft cushion beneath his hands. His hips ached as they began to stretch and widen, and as he rubbed them, he felt his waist narrowing even further, to almost impossibly thin dimensions.
Suddenly he was flooded with memories. He saw himself as a little girl, happy and gay. He saw the awkward years, when she was taller than everyone else in class, and the other students began to make fun of her. As she continued to grow and tower over her classmates, the teasing became more vicious. As her friends slowly abandoned her, and she felt like an ugly freak, isolated and alone. Then he saw the high school years, when she finally blossomed. Although the girls in her class still taunted her, she found comfort in the arms of men. Many men. The memories flowed more rapidly now, many sexual encounters, more than he could count, and each seemed more sensual and exciting than the one before. He lost himself in the memories, and began to feel very aroused. He began to gently massage his breasts, and clit, softly moaning from the combined pleasure of his touch and the memories of her unbelievable sexual encounters.