Briana's Bet

"Come on! Do I really have to do this?" Brian whined from the car as Stacy stepped out.

"Hey, you're the one who lost the bet." Stacy said as she was dressed in blue and white bikini, grabbing her beach bag from the car. "'Whoever loses at this game of darts has to wear the swimsuit of winner's choice when we go to the beach tomorrow'. Your exact words, if I remember correctly."

"But couldn't you have chosen anything other than... This?!" Brian asked, still not leaving the car as Stacy walked over to the passengers side.

"Stop your whining and be thankful I gave you the swimsuit I did!" Stacy groaned in annoyance. A second later, she smiled evilly as she asked, "Or maybe we can mosey on down to the nudist beach a few miles down the road? That way you won't have to wear the swimsuit."

"You. Wouldn't. Dare!" Brian growled.

"Then get out of the car." Stacy ordered with a grin.

Letting out a sigh, Brian stepped out of the car and into the sunlight, looking down as they saw the baggy, blue and red swim trunks. The drawstring looked tight enough to hold them up, but they were the only thing covering Brian's body as a blush came to Brian's face. This was not something a usual eighteen year old teenaged boy would be embarrassed about, but there was just two minor details that made it so:

Brian was actually Briana, and she was twenty-six!

"This isn't going to work!" Briana whimpered as she brought her hands up to cover her nipples, a painful reminder of her extremely flat chest and nonexistent breasts. "People are going to know! I'm going to get arrested!"

"Only if people think you're a woman." Stacy said as she reached up and pried Briana's hands from her chest. "Which they will if they see you covering yourself! Besides, that haircut and boyish face makes you look like a guy already!"

"T-that's not true!" Briana said pulling her hands away from Stacy's and crossing them over her chest. However, she knew it was. Why couldn't she have long flowing hair and colossal breasts like Stacy had?!

"Sure." Stacy said, rolling her eyes as she grabbed Briana's hand. "Let's go find a spot."

Stacy and Briana had just finished up with applying sunblock to their skin as Stacy relaxed on the towel. Briana, on the other hand, sat on her towel with her legs up to her chest as she nervously shook and looked around.

"Will you just relax already, Brian?!" Stacy groaned in annoyance, pulling her sunglasses down enough to look over them at her associate. Looking up, the woman saw a building and smiled evilly at the nervous woman. "Hey, I've got a great idea!"

"Go home?!" Briana asked hopefully.

"Why don't you go get us a couple of ice cream cones from the parlor over there?" Stacy asked as she pointed to the ice cream parlor on the boardwalk.

Briana looked over at the parlor and chuckled nervously. "I'd... Rather not."

"'And the loser has to do exactly what the winner says while at the beach; no questions asked'. Again, your words, if I believe."

Briana could only let out a whimper as she stood up, berating herself for even making that bet in the first place as she walked up to the ice cream parlor. Once she opened the door and stepped inside, the woman gulped and blushed as she saw that the entire place was filled with other women. Female customers and female employees, all between eighteen and twenty-three and of different races and nationalites, standing around and/or enjoying their ice cream.

Some where fully dressed, others wore one pieces or bikinis. Some were slim and tan, others were chubby and pale. But they all had one thing in common.

They all immediately stopped what they were doing to look up as Briana walked into the building...