Kyle makes the trip alone

Kyle sighed. Sam was engrossed in his game on not helping him avoid this **** that was all his fault! But then he realized it was his ticket out of this mess. He could slip back to the house on this pretext and try to get MARCI reprogrammed. Perfect!

“Ok, I’ll run back to my Uncle’s and change!” Kyle said, appreciating the truth in that statement.

“Great! Hurry back!” Melissa said with a smile.

Kyle jogged back to his Uncle’s. The first thing he did upon getting indoors was try to pull that stupid wedgie from his thong out. He wanted to change clothes, but he had nothing to change into. Plus, not knowing that much about this house, he really didn’t want to sit around naked, just in case MARCI’s programming prevented it. She’d already mentioned that he had to be dressed for guests....

Going upstairs to the dreaded room, Kyle dashed in, grabbed his laptop, and made a beeline out of the room before something worse could happen to him.

He set up shop in the kitchen, getting on the network and trying to get into MARCI’s programming like Sam had. But Kyle’s programming and hacking skills weren’t quite up to his brother’s level, so he sat there, gloomily trying to think of possible passwords his brother used. He had three attempts left when he was startled by a knock on the patio door behind him. He turned to see Darla, Melissa, and Robin, in their bikinis, standing there.

“Come on, Kylie!” Darla called. “You can check Facebook later! Go get your bathing suit on!”

“Uh...” Kyle’s mind was a blank as he tried desperately to think of a reason to not change.

“I think I have a new bikini that I haven’t worn at my house if you don’t have one, Kylie!” Melissa added.

Kyle blinked. Given the lack of fabric on the girl’s bikinis, he was pretty sure that he did not want to wind up wearing something like Melissa’s string bikini she had on.

He slumped his shoulders, knowing he had to turn himself over to MARCI again. “OK, OK,” he called out. “I’ll go change.”

Kyle turned and trudged upstairs, not unlike his walking to the gallows.

Melissa nudged Robin. “Is it me, or does she not realize how cute she is? I mean, get her in the right bathing suit and the guys would be all over her, right?”

“Completely,” Robin said, watching Kyle sulk off. “Wonder why she doesn’t realize that?”

Kyle got upstairs to his room and stepped inside. “MARCI?” He called out.

“Yes, mistress?” MARCI’s chipper voice responded.

“I need...” he swallowed hard, “... a bathing suit.”

“Of course, Mistress, I have several...”

“Now hold on,” Kyle said, cutting MARCI off for once. “I do not want to be on display. I was to be covered as much as possible. I do not want to show too much.”

“Understood, mistress. I have just the style!”

Again the arms came out and undressed Kyle. He was finally free of the annoying thong, and it was nice having the right jeans off. A halter top was tied around his torso, supporting his new breasts, and a pair of rather short spandex shorts were slid up his legs.

“Hmmm” MARCI said. “Just a moment, mistress. Something seems off.”

His shorts were pulled to his knees and an arm came out and positioned his genitals up and into his body. A cold adhesive spray was applied and allowed to dry. When MARCI pulled his shorts back up, he had nothing that showed anything other than teen girl showing. Some flip flops were slid onto his manicured feet.

“There. Ready for your activity, mistress. If you’d like, I can contact a doctor regarding that growth you seem to have developed. I have also provided a beach towel for you.” An arm deposited a towel wth a unicorn on it on his bed.

Fearing the worst, Kyle quickly said, “No, MARCI! I don’t want you to do anything about my... growth. I’ll handle it!”

“Of course, mistress.” MARCI responded.

Kyle ran to the vanity and looked at himself in the mirror. He was stunned to see just how.... girlish he looked. He still felt like he was exposed, but it had to be better than one of those skimpy suits the other girls.... he corrected himself... the girls had on.

His heart pounding, he hoped he wouldn’t be exposed he grabbed the towel and slowly went downstairs and back into the kitchen. He peered around the corner, fearing the worst, but Robin saw him.

“C’on, Kylie!” She said. “Let’s get going!”

He slowly stepped around the corner, head down, trying to cover himself with his hands, trying to make himself small and invisible. His face burned red with embarrassment.

“That’s your bathing suit?” Darla asked, apparently surprised. Kyle nodded, sheepishly, certain he was going to be called out.

“Kylie, you need to show your body off more,” Melissa said. “You’re cute, and that outfit may give the guys the impression you’re not really interested in attracting their attention.”

Kyle’s head shot up in surprise. “I’m not really looking to attract any attention,” Kyle said nervously. “I’m not... I don’t wear bikinis often.” He added. “I feel exposed!”

“Girl, seriously,” Darla said. “You’ve got a hot little body! Show it off! Flirt! And that’s not exposed. You should see some of Melissa’s bikini collection!”

“We’ll get you some proper bikinis tomorrow, Kylie, don’t worry. We’ll be hanging at the pool a lot, and a girl needs choices.” Melissa said, smiling at the nervous Kylie. “Anyway, let’s get going, we work on your self esteem at my house. We’re getting near peak tanning time. And it’ll be fun to try to distract the guys from their game.” She winked at Kyle.

Beginning to realize how out of his depth he was a girl, Kyle began the walk back to Melissa’s, keeping to himself as the other girls talked.