Durr Janeene,

Hi! Who ar yoo? I'm greht! Meksickow is sooo butiful! I luhve it. Yesturday we did a bit of shoping. I got too rilly cool beekeeneez. Staycee got one too. Tooday we went to the beech to showe them off. I'm rilly excitud becauz tomorroe I get to go the art museeams! Did yoo knoe taht Deeago Reevera and Freeda Callo were marreed? Maybee I'll meat a romantik ardist hear fore myseulf. Mure latur!

Weesh yoo wur hear!

Luhve,

Clawdeeyah

Mexico is soo dibble! I love everything about it. The food, the weather, the shopping, the museums, everything! Today Stacey and I couldn't wait to go to the beach. Our new bikinis were extra dibble, no matter what Mary Anne thought. Stace, Mallory, Kristy, and I all wanted to go to the beach. Dawn said the beach in Mexico was nothing compared to the one in California, so she decided to go shopping with Abby and Jessi. Poor Mary Anne was stuck in her room all day. She was red as a tomato, and her skin was flaking all over. It hurt just looking at her.

Stacey called Kristy and Mal and we made plans meet in the dining room at 10am for breakfast, then we'd head out to the beach. Abby was up and out early, giving me and Stace plenty of time to spread out and get ready.

First I packed my beach bag while Stacey was in the shower. Baby oil, a sketch pad, pastels, candy bars, three cans of soda, and a beach towel. Then I began to put together an outfit to go over my bikini. I decided on a pinstriped man's vest and white faux fur short shorts with platform flip flops.

After my shower I rubbed glittery lotion all over my body and put on my new red bikini. I divided my hair into cornrows and sprayed them with glitter hairspray. I was sparkly all over. Then I remembered the idea I had from the day before, to write on my body. It took some flexibility, and a mirror, but I was able to get it done. I took a red permanent marker and wrote "moye" on my left butt cheek, and "callyentay" on my right check. I then drew a maraca on either side of my stomach. Perfect. I put on the rest of my outfit and walked back into our room.

Stacey was already dressed too. She was wearing an old plaid man's shirt, which she had tied up to expose her stomach. She was also wearing a jean micro mini-skirt so short it didn't even cover her bottom all the way.

"Wow Stace, you look great!" I said as she puffed out her hair in the mirror.

"Thanks, you too Claud! I just need to apply my makeup and we can go."

Hmm, I hadn't thought about wearing makeup that was a good idea. Stacey and I crowded in front of the mirror putting on waterproof mascara and eyeliner. After some cream rouge and a lipstick we were ready.

We met Kristy and Mal down in the dining room. We were only five minutes late, a new record for us.

"Hey!" I said waving as I approached them.

Kristy's eyes widened as she looked us up and down. "You guys look great today," she said, licking her lips. "Wow."

Kristy was just wearing her basic shorts and t-shirt combo. She had her hair back in a ponytail and was wearing black flip flops. Mallory had tried a little harder. She was wearing a pair of blue overall shorts over a white t-shirt. I could see a pony's head peeping out from over the bib of her overalls. Her curly red hair was still wet from her shower, and hung in a loose clumped frizzy ball. And she wasn't wearing her glasses.

"Did you get contacts?" I asked her as we walked towards the buffet.

"No," she replied. "I just didn't want to lose my glasses at the beach. I don't need them anyways."

I exchanged glances with Stacey and shrugged. We all knew Mallory was legally blind without her glasses, who was she trying to fool? We filled our plates up and found a table.

"Hey Mal look, it's Ben!" Stacey said pointing to a table behind us.

"You should go say 'hi'," I said, nudging Mallory towards Ben's table.

"Well…ok," Mallory said nervously.

We all watched as she inched towards Ben's table. He was sitting with a group of other sixth grade boys I wasn't familiar with.

"Hey Ben," Mallory said in a flirty tone.

"Oh, hey Mal," he said, looking up from his breakfast. "Are you having a bonza time in Mexico mate?"

"Oh yes, totally bonza," Mallory said. She smiled and then attempted to flip her hair over one shoulder, but her fingers just got caught in the clump and she ended up spraying one of Ben's friends in the face with her wet hair. Luckily she didn't notice, she probably would have died on the spot.

"So, I'm going to the beach today, if you want to come," Mallory said still smiling, trying to loosen her fingers from her hair's grip. "I know it's probably not as great as what you're used to in Australia, but I know we could have a bonza time."

"Oh, um… well sure, I bet it'll be great. I'll meet you out there in about an hour?" Ben agreed. How cute.

"Ok, see you then." Mallory giggled coyly as she walked away. I guess she was so happy she forgot about her surroundings. She walked right into an empty table and did a complete face plant into the table cloth.

"Whoops, how did that get there?" Mallory said, straightening herself up. The boys at Ben's tabled snickered as she made her way back to our table.

We pretended we hadn't noticed anything and finished our breakfast. After we were done we grabbed our beach bags and headed out towards the beach. I made sure to gently nudge Mallory occasionally before she could trip over or walk into anything else.

It was a perfect beach day, about 95 degrees and sunny. The water was sparkling blue, and the sand was a perfect white. We found a spot and laid our towels down. I sat down on my towel and pulled my baby oil and a soda out of my bag. It had been almost five minutes since I had ingested sugar, I needed to replenish my craving. I looked over and saw that Stacey was already peeling off her clothes. Mallory and Kristy stared wide eyed while Stacey untied her top and took off her skirt.

"Hey Stacey, let me rub some suntan lotion on you," Kristy said producing a bottle of SPF 35 from her bag. "Don't want you ending up like Mary Anne."

"Nah, I wanna be as tan as possible," Stacey said, throwing her clothes into her bag. "It'd be nice if you could rub some baby oil on my back though."

"Sure!" Kristy replied scurrying over to Stacey's side. Stacey produced her own bottle of baby oil from her beach bag and lay down on her towel. Kristy grinned and began slowly massaging the oil into Stacey's back. It was good to see the two of them getting along for once.

I looked over at Mallory and noticed that she was still fully clothed.

"Hey Mal, why aren't you in your bathing suit yet?" I asked, undoing the buttons of my vest.

"Oh, I'm just waiting for Ben," she said. "You know, I want to be sexy and stuff."

"Oh," I replied peeling off my fur shorts. "Hey Kristy, when you're done with Stacey would you mind doing me?"

"Oh no problem!" she replied. "I'm about done here anyways," she said giving Stacey a little slap on the butt. That girl spends too much time playing sports, I swear.

I then lay down and let Kristy rub the oil onto my back. It was unusual for her to be this nice, better take advantage of it while I could.

"Oh, hey Ben," I heard Stacey say. I looked over to see Ben Hobart approaching us wearing a white t-shirt and Hawaiian print surf shorts. He had two of his 6th Grade friends him. They must have been really glad to see us, because they dropped their towels and stared the second they saw us.

Mallory stood up, swaying a little. "Hey Ben," she said giggling. "I was waiting for you."

"Well, here we are," Ben replied, laying down a towel. "I brought Jack and Sam. Are you ready to get in the water?"

"Yes, yes I am," Mallory said. There was some nervousness in her voice.

Ben nodded and smiled. "You guys coming?" he asked, looking over to his friends.

"Well, if everyone else is," one of his friends, Sam I think, said looking at me, Kristy, and Stace.

"Yeah, I'm ready for a swim," I said, moving to get up. Kristy must've been done oiling my back by now. She was massaging my back so hard it was starting to hurt.

"Alright then!" Ben said. With that he and his friends began removing their shirts and applying sunscreen.

I looked over at Mallory. She was starting undo one of the buckles on her overalls. Within moments she had removed all of her clothes. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Mallory was in a bikini. A white bikini. Her white skin blended right in with the tone, and it was hard to pick out what was her and what wasn't. Something else was different too.

Mallory had boobs.