A Favor

This necklace is mine! Rebekah thought excitedly. This looks like it’s worth a lot. I should hide it…

Looking down, Rebekah quickly realized there’s no way she could hide a necklace with only bikini on. Thinking briefly, she decides to put the necklace on. As she puts the necklace over her head, she noticed the emerald emits a faint green glow. Doubting her eyes, she soon dismissed it as impossible.

“It must be the sun… reflection or something.”

Just as Rebekah put the necklace on, she felt a pat on the shoulder. Surprised, she turns to see a pair of strangers. Two girls around 20 years old stands before Rebekah, one of them has a camera in hand.

“I was wondering if you could take a picture for us?” The girl asks, showing her camera at Rebekah.

“Uh, sure!” Rebekah instinctively accepts the request, taking the camera from the girl. “Great! Thanks!”

As the girls step back to pose, Rebekah eyes their figures. Both girls are wearing one-piece swimsuits and look quite athletic. The girl who talked to Rebekah is wearing red and has slightly tanned skin: it is easy to deduct she goes to beach often. The other girl is wearing blue and looks pale in comparison: if she swims often, she must have been swimming indoors. They both sport modest breasts and their hair tied to buns. They look professional. Rebekah thought. They look as athletic as Emily, if not more.

Quickly snapping some photos, Rebekah hands the camera back to the girl. “You look professional. You two come to the beach often?”

“Oh, thanks! We actually came for the swimming championship tomorrow.” She looks quite happy hearing the praise. “We got here this morning and we just finished practicing. Heard the beach here is beautiful so we decided to pay a visit.”

The girl in blue, who has been silent all the time, suddenly makes a remark: “That’s a nice necklace you are wearing.”

Rebekah hesitates before realizing she’s still wearing the necklace she picked up earlier. She looks down, only to see the necklace begins to glow, just like what she saw earlier. Shocked, she found the two girls look just as surprised. What’s even weirder, she felt being pushed by something!

Although she doesn’t see anything except thin air, something is making her floating forward. Just as Rebekah begins to panic, the other two girls are also lifted up and pushed forward by some unseen levitational ****.

“What the hell?”

“What’s happening?”

“I don’t know! Ugghhhh!”

They crashed into each other before anyone was able to make out a scream. To their horror, their clothes instantly become sticky and coalesced with each other. The lycra swimsuits quickly merged with Rebekah’s nylon bikinis, trapping the three girls in place, bodies touching.

The merged swimsuit keeps Becoming tighter and tighter, restraining and pushing in the girls. It was when they are having trouble breathing that they realized in terror their bodies are merging together!

Rebekah feels the warm skin of two girls - she felt weird being so intimate with someone she doesn’t know, but at the same time kinda turned on. She’ve had sex many times before, but she’s never been so close with another girl. This thought made her a little embarrassing, but that was quickly overcome by the excitement for what’s happening.

All of a sudden their skin meld together like a twist of silk. Then their fat; their muscles. Brunette and blonde hair tangled into a tangled mess; their moaning gradually fades into a single sound: the voice of a new woman.

“Where…Who am I?” The merged individual seems utterly confused. Her body appears to be a fusion of Rebekah and the two athletic girls, with a balanced amount of fat and muscles. Her now cream-colored skin, moist with water and sweat, shows a healthy tint of pink. Her legs are shaved of hair, and should someone have the opportunity to peek at her secret part they will find the same - Rebekah always had her hair shaved. Apparently the new girl kept Rebekah’s trait over there.

The merged being looks down to inspect herself, only to find a piece of shifting fabric wrapping around her. The fabric slowly shapes into a purple swimsuit, which fits her perfectly. On second look, it doesn’t seem like a common swimsuit - the fabric splits open over her tummy and her back, making it looks almost too exposing - if not erotic. Yet it would only be understandable as it is the result of a merge between swimsuits and bikinis, which happens to fit the new girl’s expression perfectly. Anyone who’d see this lady would be stroke with questions: swimmer or beach-monger? On her way to a glorious championship or a relaxing vacation? Only herself will be able to find out the answers.

The merged girl stands up, necklace resting on her chest. Her mind is filled with confusion. She remembers her past only in fragments, ones that don’t connect with each other, like puzzle pieces that’s impossible to solve. Like some puzzle she failed at in some distant childhood. Some of those pieces felt unfriendly, even hostile; she felt it would be difficult to accept all of them. But what’s most important right now, she reckons, is to decide, what to do next?