He always liked a good looking woman in a bathing suit. To the beach!

Greg decided on Muscle beach. He liked the idea of becoming the muscled body builder on a luscious tropical island.

"Ah, a classic," Mark said.

Mark led him to the fantasy room and told him to have a seat. “How does this work," Greg asked?

'It's simple,' Mark added. "All you do is sit here and I load the program. The room controls the rest. You will be completely safe as all of this occurs in your mind. The room will go dark and you will wake in your fantasy. It's mostly scripted, but you will have some control over the fantasy. It's completely safe", Mark continued. "At any time your health is in jeopardy, the room shuts down. Other than that, you have to ride out the fantasy."

"Why would I want to stop?" Greg said. Greg was getting hard in anticipation.

"Don't lose it yet," Mark shouted from the other room. "Your fun is only just beginning, enjoy." With those words, everything went dark for Greg.

The smell of the ocean, the hot sun, and the sound of the surf greeted his senses. He slowly opened his eyes. The bright sun shown down on a white sandy beach; he looked around and there was nobody in sight. All there was to see was a grass hut farther up the beach.

He took a step and stumbled a bit in shock. Wind whipped his long blonde hair into his face. He wasn't prepared for long hair. He went to check out his new muscled frame. As his hands went to his abdomen to check his 6-pack Abs, he almost fainted. His hands felt the smooth flesh of a slim abdomen. Looking down he discovered his breasts filling a bright yellow Bikini top. Instinctively his hands went to where his manhood should have been.

"Eahhhhhh", he screamed in a high pitched feminine scream. "Oh my god, I'm a woman. Hey, hey, something's wrong." He didn’t recognize his own voice. "I'm a woman," he screamed! "I'm not supposed to be a woman. You loaded the wrong program."

His words fell unheard, except by the sea. The sound of the waves and the gentile breeze drowned out all but his loudest screams.

"Shit," he cursed. "Now what in the hell am I supposed to do?" He began to walk towards the grass hut. He thought someone might be in there or perhaps there was a way out of this fantasy gone wrong. The hut was empty, save for a bed. "Oh great, Now what in the hell am I going to do. I knew I should have gotten a hooker instead."

He sat there. He had no idea what time it was or how long he had been sitting. He went to look outside but nobody was there. As he went back to lie on the bed, he started to relax a bit. As he stared at the grass ceiling, he started running his hands over his new body. He noticed the fit of his bikini and how it held his breasts snugly. He began to play with his breasts a bit just to see if they were as sensitive and erotic as he had heard. They were. "Oooooo," he said as the gentile tingle of his breasts excited him. 'This feels good,' he thought. "Mmmmm" 'I like this.' Pleasure began to take over his body as his hands played with his tits through his bikini top. He even thought on how it felt good to wear it. He always liked it when his wife wore her bikini or her racing suit. He thought female bathing suits were sexier than lingerie on a well-crafted body and she being a swimmer had the perfect body. As he thought about his wife wearing one of her bathing suits, he became more aroused, but the feelings he was having were concerning him deeply.

Part of him wanted to touch himself down there, but his male self thought that it might just be going a bit too far. He moved his hands slowly away from his breasts and down towards his new mound. Gingerly he felt his lips through his bottoms. It felt good, but he was still scared. One hand slowly lifted the edge of the suit bottom and the other hand went in. Down past the pubic hair he found it, his vagina. It felt warm and soft, the lips electric to the touch. He spread his fingers and began to massage back and forth just like he had seen many women do in porno films. Moans and sighs of pleasure freely left his mouth. He worked himself into a frenzy of female arousal. He couldn't believe the erotic feelings this body was experiencing. He began to slip a finger into his cunt and worked it back and forth. One finger became two, and two became three. 'Oh to have a cock inside of me,' he thought.

"I see you couldn't wait for me," said a voice through the door that shocked him to awareness. Standing at the door was the figure from the DVD. The well built muscular body he was supposed to have been. The realization hit him like an SUV into a Dodge Neon. 'I was supposed to be him fucking this hot chick. Now I'm the chick' ‘Oh no,’ he cried inwardly, ‘Oh noooooooo.’

As he cried out in his mind, his body, still very aroused from his previous ministrations, was responding.