Kevins in Bikinis - Conclusion
Having learned from far too many lost papers for school, Kevin cautiously tapped "NO". However, the "18F" marker remained. Her eyes on the pad, she failed to notice a rise in splashes followed by a sudden, high-pitched scream.
Her eyes jerked up to see a female figure staggering out of the water and screaming over and over. Kevin rushed to her side and mentally put together the obvious before long. The girl was clad in the same bikini as her brother. Though the girl's hair was much longer than her brother's scraggly but still short hair, she could tell it was the same. Her eyes were the same, but full of darting, trembling fear. Kevin quickly wrapped a towel around the girl and asked, "Kevin?"
The girl nodded with a shiver and opened her towel to look down at herself. The bikini still fit perfectly, despite how much her brother had changed. Between concern, she felt a quick flash of envy at the developed curves of her brother's chest and the flow of her hips.
Pushing aside the fear inside, Kevin surmised, "It must be because of Mendel's invention stuff." Fussing with the pad in the way she had a minute before soon brought the return of her normal, male brother.
He jumped in the air and hugged himself. But his sister also smiled and asked, "You know what this means, right?"
He fanned his hands at her. He had a pretty clear idea. "Ack! Don't even think it!"
Before he could protest, Kevin had begun manipulating the device again. Her brother seemed eager to snatch it from her but his hand hesitated with worry he might do something wrong by accident. Kevin grinned and announced, "I think I've figured it out. So long as I don't use the overwrite option, it seems to be okay."
Her brother shivered, imagining what that might do. He warned her to be careful as he felt himself shift again. His female figure returned, but that wasn't all.
Her new sister wobbled as Kevin pushed the eighteen down to a sixteen. Soon, they were of comparable height and Kevin grinned that they were both equally-flat in the chest. She kept going to fourteen and lower. Her young sister felt her bikini shift into a form more suited to a pre-teen girl. Her little feet dug into the sand and she told her sister, in a squeaky little voice, "Be careful...."
With a nod, Kevin relentlessly pushed the number down into the single digits as her new sister got smaller and smaller. She finally stopped when it seemed her little sister was headed for babyhood. Her two-year-old sister glared at her with a deep frown. Kevin gleefully picked up her tiny sibling and twirled her around. Temptation to select overwrite was fleeting as Kevin gave her little sister a kiss on the forehead when sudden tears seemed so automatic for the new girl.
The tears became spontaneous giggles as Kevin tickled her little sister under her little arms and clutched her close. Despite her rigid body and tense face, her little sister settled into her embrace. In her resting daydreams, Kevin imagined taking herself back a few years too, to really undo the horrible years of her life, all the way back to undoing her name. She clung tight to her little sister and imagined all the cuteness, all the joy.
But her little sister turned to her and she saw the same look that her brother gave her when she looked up from crying into her bed after an especially-hard day of school. It was love. It was love in the face of all concerns.
And she knew it wasn't right to keep her brother like this. Relishing a last hug, she slipped her hand to the pad and pushed the number slowly up from 2 until she stopped at 15. Her brother looked at her and wobbled a bit to get used to being so tall again. Looking her over, Kevin announced, "I think I can make you look just like me."
For the first time in a while, her brother grinned as she noted, "Mom and dad would freak. But umm…go ahead. I guess. Trying to keep calm…I trust you."
With just some light manipulation of the variables, Kevin's brother looked at a twin of her flat-chested, poorly-developed self. Grinning at the idea of identical twin antics, her brother seemed to not only look like her but was thinking on the same wavelength. They were on the way to finishing one another's sentences as her brother suddenly wrapped her arms around Kevin.
Kevin set the pad down a moment to fully enjoy the hug. After a relaxed sigh, she asked, "Why did you hug me?"
Her brother smiled at her. "Because I feel like…I can understand all those tears you've had. I wish I could've fixed it all. I wish I could've been a rock supporting you like this, the same. Knowing just what you go through."
Kevin's gentle surprise shifted into a warm smile for her brother. "You have been a rock. You have been there all these years. I envy that you can get away with the hated name and not have to feel uncomfortable. But, like no one else, I know you're with me no matter what."
Her brother's smile continued as he suggested, "How about I give you a taste of my side? You can be boy-Kevin." Her brother laid out her hand. Without hesitating, Kevin passed her brother the control pad. It took a moment for the controls to make sense and her brother delicately avoided anything that said 'overwrite'.
Kevin felt her body twisting and shifting. She felt stronger all over. She felt the strange rise of her body, as if she were floating. Her natural response to all the masculinity around her was fear, trained fear that she might be turning into something boyish, something strange. But the response relaxed as she took the time to marvel at how her body looked more and more like her brother's. It didn't stop her face from breaking out in a blush when her groin shifted from an innie to outie. All the while, her bikini and superfluous top never felt the least bit uncomfortable.
When 'his' brother was done, they both scampered over to one of the estate's bay windows to get a better look at themselves. Each pointed out the handiwork of the other. Somehow, Kevin's brother had managed to transplant his mole to her shifted form.
The moment of true testing came when they decided to head back into the house for refreshments. It took an extra second for "Kaye" to respond to her mother's question about the surf as she unpacked the last of her bags. And "Kev" also seemed to have the same problem. It was enough for their mother to give them an extra long look but not enough to keep her from brushing it off as nothing.
After finding apple and orange juice in the fridge from their father's earlier trip to the local market for supplies, Kevin's brother pointed at their contrary juice selections. With a frown, Kevin traded for the orange juice her brother always liked. And her brother tried to hide a pucker at the tart apple juice that his sister always liked.
It was only the first of many little details that each reminded the other about. Like a game, Kevin's brother kept track of how many times his sister slipped out of character as him.
They also played their roles for their father when he returned home. He did look them over longer than their mother, but he too ceded to the simplest explanations.
Eventual trips to the bathroom required help from one another, as well as revealing the bikini bottoms could be removed without reversion of form or being stuck (Kevin's brother felt the most relief about that). The complete removal of all clothes was a test neither wanted to try. But they were each still able to try outfits from their sibling's bags.
Kevin marveled at himself in one of her brother's suits for formal occasions. Kevin's brother spent a good while in a skirt and tank top. Kevin grinned and nudged her a little but soon giggled due to a tickle onslaught.
As the afternoon wound down, the custodian paid a visit as the two were styling hair and playing video games. Kevin worked so carefully that her brother was able to play with full-concentration even as his sister manipulated his girlish locks into a fun bun.
The custodian knocked on their door and made her way inside. She looked at the two of them and immediately noticed the touchpad set on the dresser behind them.
She gave a little bow as she said, "I just came to check in and see how you were doing with the items this evening." Both Kevins moved to show they were wearing the bikinis with a little tug of their clothes, but the custodian waved her hands.
"I know you're wearing them. And I know you're giving them a test run. I'm here to tell you that overwrite isn't as permanent as it sounds. There are always backups saved…"
She sat on the bed and demonstrated the feature with expert hands. Both Kevins watched carefully. 'Overwrite', she explained, "Convinces everyone around you that you are who you say you are. It overwrites who you were…But it's not permanent." She handed the touchpad back to Kevin, who looked the custodian over and cautiously asked, "Was there anything else?"
The custodian mentioned a document with the more obscure options while assuring them of the safety of the bikinis (and putting to rest fears about the clothing).
Still, Kevin gave her another look. The custodian lowered her head a little and sighed. "There is something else. I know Mendel never meant for your names to be a burden but I know…he…would be so very sorry for all the grief he's caused you especially, Kaye."
Kevin shook her head with her brother's face. "Then why did he do it? Do you know? Can you give a reason?"
The custodian looked down a moment, her dusty-red hair slipping over her features. "Mendel's father lived a very lonely existence after his twin died in childbirth. Mendel wanted to make up for that by sharing his father's name with two children he hoped would always be bonded by that name."
Her lips fidgeted a little as she continued, "He made a mistake in some ways, but I see a very special bond between you too…right here. That's why, as designated custodian of Mendel's estate and will, I clear you of the requirements of that clause. You're both free to legally change your names in whatever ways you please. No penalty." She let herself have a slight smile.
Kevin's heart soared. She was free of the accursed name! No longer would anything carry it. She could be "Kaye" for real or "Jo" or something girlier, more original. Yet, she kept thinking back to her given name. It may have sucked but…as she looked to her brother…she realized that Mendel had a point, no matter how much it still hurt.
Apologizing again, the custodian thanked them both and said, "Feel free to experiment during your time here with the outfits. I still have a matter to attend to with Mendel's remaining property holdings. Have you seen the shuttered Christmas shop and crab shack?"
Both Kevins nodded to her. She instantly lit up and regaled them about the splendor of the old place. And, with intensity in her eyes, she told them, "And, as Mendel once said, I fully intend to 'give them hell' if they want to make this place into another soulless pit." Kevin chimed in with the ideas she and her brother had pitched to one another.
The custodian giggled and slapped her knees. "That's just marvelous! I always knew you two would be so very clever." She smiled and Kevin eyeballed her a little. Trying not to make her thought too obvious, Kevin noted that the custodian had never given her name, so Kevin asked what it was.
After a momentary pause, the custodian stated, "You may call me 'Crick'…if you like." Then she gave a little wink and said, "Hope you both enjoy the games…and everything during your stay. We'll talk again soon."
Kevin nodded and smiled a little as Crick left. Brother and sister looked to one another and reflected smiles, as though sharing a private joke.
Late into the evening, they finally decided to restore themselves to their original forms after Kevin debated giving herself a more mature female form (she resolved to wait for it). After a moment of relief at their restoration, Kevin immediately returned to styling her brother's hair. And he took to calling her, "big sis", in the cutest falsetto he could manage. Kevin giggled with her brother as they went back to trying on each other's clothes.
Their giggles echoed even to bedtime, as they both earned more funny looks from family, though mostly due to their cross-dressed attire. Bedtime was a sleepover and a favorite movie in her brother's room. As she settled under the covers permeated by the presence of all their earlier joy and her lovely brother/little sis/twin, Kevin quickly drifted off to sleep.
