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  “You girls have too much clothing on,” she said.

  Vinny closed his eyes as pleasurable vibrations shot through his abdomen.

  Whitney turned to her. “You mind doing the honors?”

  Heather licked her lips.

  Vinny didn’t know there was such a thing as a lesbian sandwich. One girl in the front, and one in the back. Heather was in front, and he tasted her for the first time as she ran her hands across his naked, female body. She pulled everything off, both the yellow bikini top and bottoms, and dropped them behind her. Clothes were only a hindrance now. When her hands returned, one went to his breast, and the other went to her own. She squeezed them in unison, thrusting her equally naked body against his. The nipples were as hard as he had ever seen.

  Behind, Vinny felt Whitney. She kissed him along the shoulders, pushing the front of her body against his spine and rear. They moved together, locked in a rhythm. Two hands slid across his round ass, squeezing each cheek. Vinny loved how big and soft it was, and it was more sensitive than he would’ve thought. A moan rumbled between his lips as the hands moved lower. One dove between his legs from behind, finding his slit. It was wetter than before.

  “Oh Jesus,” Vinny moaned, still a complete amateur to the world inside a woman’s body. He had never dreamed of being the opposite sex, but the thought of going back seemed like a punishment. There was nothing like being pleasured as a girl—with two partners, no less!

  Whitney’s fingers were relentless. They pumped him hard and quick, two that soon became three. He couldn’t believe how wet he was, or how good it felt to have his little clit flicked. Heather was responsible for that. That little sensitive ball was like a tiny cock during the peak of arousal. He could barely stay still when the girls were rubbing it.

  Vinny’s thighs began to quiver as the three of them shared a kiss, their sweaty bodies rubbing and grinding together.

  “Looks like someone is close to orgasm,” Whitney said.

  Vinny was too horny to say a word.

  “Yeah, let’s make sure she enjoys it,” Heather added.

  Vinny knew the male orgasm well. He had only experienced it hundreds of times. This wasn’t like pulling the pin and dropping the grenade. Instead, it was gradual, spreading throughout his loins and burning hot in his belly. He didn’t think it to be all that impressive until it consumed the rest of him.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck,” he panted.

  “Yeah, you like that, huh?”

  Heather played with his nipples until each one was raw. At the same time, Whitney pummeled his new pussy, pushing her fingers deep into his sodden little mound without pause. Vinny felt the balance leaving his feet as he collapsed against the wall, breathing in hard.

  By the time the orgasm had taken him, Vinny was a shaking, sweaty mess. His back arched hard, while he tried to bury his head into the wall. He gritted his teeth, inhaling through his nose.

  “Ah! Ah shit! Holy shit.”

  Eventually, the peak passed, and everything went numb. He fell to his ass as Whitney’s fingers pulled out. The insides of his thighs were drenched with juice, and his pussy felt completely spent. All he wanted to do was curl into a ball and savor the high that followed, that lingering bliss that consumed his mind. At that moment, everything was so perfect.

  Then, he saw that his bikini was missing.

  Zane slid the sunglasses down the bridge of his nose. Two mighty fine honeys strolled by the three of them, passing so close that he could reach out and touch them if he wanted. The nearest had on a green bikini. She didn’t have much up top, but Zane approved of what he saw from behind. He watched her head into the distance, staring at her tight rear. The other girl wasn’t quite as attractive, but she was still fuckable. They couldn’t have been much older than eighteen.

  “I sure do love the beach,” he said, flicking his sunglasses back on and taking a sip of beer. “Man, I wish—”

  “Hey, watch after the stuff,” Bill interrupted, getting up from the chair. “Make sure no one steals anything.”

  “And where you going?”

  “To take a piss.”

  “Yeah, whatever.”

  Once he was gone, Zane glanced to his left. Tony was laying on the sand, still asleep. That’s all he did. It was either that or drinking. If Tony could do both at the same time, Zane imagined he would.

  Back up the beach, he heard some commotion. A small group of ladies stood just outside the change rooms. Two of them were dressed. The other was holding a towel tightly around her body. From what Zane could see, she didn’t have anything on underneath. He couldn’t hear a word they were saying, but their body language suggested that the one girl’s clothes had gone missing.

  Damn, Zane thought, eyeing her shapely legs and ogling the towel wrapped around her tiny waist. She had a cute little body, and those tits looked to be on the large side. It was a shame she had it mostly covered. Even in a bikini she had to look fucking amazing.

  “I wish I could get close to her. She’s hot as hell,” he said, whistling.

  Tony snorted and rolled over in the sand, curling himself into a ball. His eyes remained closed.

  Suddenly, Zane had to get up. He couldn’t explain why. The chair hurt his back, and the inactivity left him anxious to do something. Anything. Bill had told him to look after the stuff, but he ignored that for now. Instead, Zane did a one-eighty and went straight up the shore, heading toward the change rooms.

  The group of three girls had broken up. Now, the one missing her clothes had gone back inside. Zane quickened his pace and hurried after her, cursing himself along the way. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was following her in the first place. This wasn’t like him. On top of that, men weren’t allowed in the ladies’ change rooms. Being caught would surely mean getting thrown off the beach, or worse.

  Zane just didn’t care.

  The short-haired woman entered the first stall, not even paying attention to who was behind her. Zane stuck his hand through the gap, stopping the door from closing.

  She turned, grasping the towel tighter. “What the hell? Who are you?”

  Zane’s lips were moving before he even knew what to say.

  “You don’t know me, but I know how to fix your problem.”

  The girl raised an eyebrow, backing away slowly. “What problem?”

  Zane swallowed hard, fighting the urge to just stare at her body. He felt his cock stirring in his trunks, drawing them tight across the front. A moment ago, he was down on the beach enjoying the view. It was like someone else had taken control of his body, using his legs. He didn’t know how this was going to end.

  “Your clothes,” he said. “I know some clothes you can use.”

  The girl’s eyes lit up. “Oh yeah? About time. I think some pervert stole my bikini. Can you believe that? Whenever I catch the asshole who did, I’m gonna punch his face in.”

  She wasn’t scared anymore, Zane saw. It was the oddest thing. Once the clothes had been brought up, her posture relaxed. Hell, she was almost smiling. He felt like a huge idiot for barging in on her, but he couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t even force his body to turn around and leave. His feet were stuck in place.

  Stranger yet, the girl unraveled the towel right there, pulling it all the way open. Zane felt something lodge itself in his throat as her naked body came to view. His eyes immediately went to her large breasts, and then to the little trail of hair leading between her legs.

  His swim trunks started to tent.

  For a moment, he was fully aware of the situation, intruding into the women’s change rooms and stalking one girl into a private stall. The next words that left his mouth were honest for once.

  “I don’t know what’s happening.”

  “You’re dressing me,” the girl said, taking a step closer. “Now get on with it. I don’t want to wait all day. I want to get back to the beach.”

  “But—”

  “For God’s sake, here.”

  Zane gu
lped as she took his hands and wrapped them around her body. He was so shocked by it that he didn’t resist. The fingers interlocked on the other side, while his arms squeezed her breasts together. The view below was nothing but that of creamy, naked cleavage.

  He tried to pull away. His hands remained stuck together.

  “Wait. What’s going on? I can’t … free myself.”

  He backtracked for the door, but the young woman was pinned between his arms, pulled along with him. The cumbersome combination of their two bodies almost made him fall.

  “I usually go for mediums,” she went on. “They look the best, but they’re often tight in the chest and rear. Oh well. That makes it fun when it’s a little too small.”

  Zane looked her in the eye. “What is?”

  “My bathing suit, dummy! What else would I wear to the beach?”

  Zane didn’t know what she meant. He didn’t want to know. With each passing second, it was more difficult to keep at a distance. There was a suction pulling his body closer, until the woman’s breasts were smashed against his own chest. He admired the view for a moment, sensing that familiar reaction down in his crotch. He could reach right down there and touch them if he had control of his hands and arms. But, they just wouldn’t budge.

  Everything tingled. He felt unsure of his footing, as if his legs and feet were becoming increasingly unsuited to supporting his body. With the woman to hold onto, he feared he would fall. Then again, there didn’t seem to be a way to let go.

  “Just relax,” she told him, in a strange, soothing voice. “You’ll get to touch me as long as you want. Any guy would love that.”

  “They … they would?”

  “Yes,” she said, nodding. “Just stop resisting. Your mind is the only thing holding back.”

  Zane’s eyes went elsewhere. The woman’s words were creepy, hypnotic in a way that made his skin crawl. Or maybe his skin was crawling because of some other reason.

  His arms were all wrong. Zane saw it soon after. They were flatter, if such a thing was possible, like two separate balloons losing air, collapsing in on themselves. Yet, he felt no pain. Not long after, his wrists and forearms were paper-thin, and the same progression of transformation was shooting toward his shoulders.

  Following it was a wave of orange, while his skin developed elasticity, hugging the girl’s body.

  Fear wasn’t something he felt. It was pleasurable, in a bizarre way. Zane still felt his cock, but it was further away now, almost imperceptible.

  Then, Zane felt the urge to press his body forward. He was already tight against the girl, but now it was compounded. That same elasticity that kept his fabric-like arms stretched around her body now pulled him in, smashing the front of his torso against her cleavage. The wave of orange that had left his lower arms unrecognizable now attacked his shoulders and upper body.

  Zane slowly exhaled. He couldn’t stop the air from leaving his lungs, and nor could he breathe in again. It was like he was slowly suffocating, losing the power to take a breath. Meanwhile, the girl seemed to grow larger, expanding with the room. He glanced down to see his legs bending in an alien way. His feet were already gone, now orange and flimsy. An invisible force pulled them up, curving tight between the girl’s thighs and over her naked crotch. Somewhere at her back, he felt all his limbs connecting together. The adhesive that kept them attached was unbreakable, resilient to his waning strength.

  He looked up at her now, feeling the tingles racing up through his neck and across his face. His mouth wouldn’t work anymore. Her breasts loomed ever larger, pressing into his former cheeks and taking up half his vision. They were amazingly soft and comfortable, two pillows to rest himself against.

  The color was fading from his eyes. It hurt to use them. Zane closed them one final time, pushing the final pocket of air from his lungs as his entire body went flat and stretchy, fitting the girl’s body like a second skin. He might’ve lost the ability to gaze at her nakedness, but he could still hear and feel those curves of hers filling him out, contorting his strange body in a pleasurable manner. Her warmth was like nothing else, spreading all throughout his fabric-like form.

  Against all odds, Zane was content as he was, living a high that he had never experienced in his entire life. His body was vastly different than before, but to Zane it still felt like his face was buried in her cleavage. He liked that feeling. He silently hoped she’d never take him off.

  Vinny gazed into the mirror, observing the reflection. He shook his head. He had been under a strange daze there, but now he was in control again. He only remembered fragments of the last few minutes, like that weird guy following him into the stall and hugging him. They had talked, but he couldn’t recall any of the conversation. It was all jumbled in his head, a fog with no order.

  But, one thing was clear; the girl in the mirror was downright hot! Whoever had taken the yellow bikini could keep it. Sure, a two-piece swimsuit displayed more skin, but Vinny loved how the orange one-piece hugged his body. It kept his breasts tight and high on his chest—with a little bonus cleavage showing above the neckline, too. Plus, it was super clingy around his ass, digging in between his cheeks. Vinny was self-conscious about the wedgie-like sensation, but the view from the back was totally worth it.

  His loins began to warm just from staring at himself.

  “Yeah, that’s really hot,” he muttered, now accustomed to his own voice. “So, so hot.”

  Vinny still remembered being male. Those memories hadn’t departed him. Except, it seemed so boring now. The switch to womanhood had opened up another avenue, and the wish to make Whitney and Heather lesbians had been fulfilled perfectly. He was already eager to have seconds. He knew the girls wouldn’t mind; they were hornier than ever now! Yeah, he was a girl too, but that was more action than he was getting before. The balance had shifted in womanhood’s favor.

  He ran his hands down his swimsuit-covered body one more time and struck a pose in the mirror. The material had a strange energy to it. Vinny liked how it felt on his skin—especially over his nipples and pussy. He rubbed them both a few more times before heading toward the door, swinging his tush along the way.

  Lastly, Vinny hoped the swimsuit would repel moisture from both sides. He’d need it.

  Bill returned to two empty lounge chairs. One was his, and the other was Zane’s. He looked around the beach, but saw no sign of him.

  “So much for watching the stuff,” he muttered.

  Tony was still asleep on the sand, curled up in the shadow. Bill bumped into him accidentally, almost tripping over his pudgy body. His friend rolled to his back and smacked his wet lips together. A line of drool glistened at the corner of his mouth. He looked like a drunken slob.

  “Titties,” he whispered, not once opening his eyes.

  Jeanee was still soaking up the sun, wearing that skimpy teal and gold bikini and looking as hot as ever. Bill paused to get a look, but then threw himself into the lounge chair. She probably knew he was staring at her. Genies were magical beings, right?

  He glanced at Tony, and the words rolled right out.

  “I sure wish he’d clean himself up.” Bill instantly covered his mouth. Fuck.

  Jeanee lowered her sunglasses and propped herself up. The smile on her face was obvious.

  “This one is eager to—”

  “Hey, wait a minute,” Bill interrupted. “I didn’t mean that. It just came out. It was an accident. Honest.”

  “A wish is only comprised of words. The intent makes no difference,” she said.

  “Shit.” Bill slammed his head back against the chair. “Well, take it literally, I guess. I just want him to be cleaner overall, and drink less. He just acts like a slob.”

  As if on cue, Tony rolled back to his side, picking his nose. With all the tossing and turning in the sand, his swim trunks had slipped down a few inches, exposing his pale ass crack. Bill looked away, appalled by the sight. It was the last thing he wanted to see.

  “This one u
nderstands,” Jeanee said. “You’re ashamed to be around him.”

  “No, not really.” Bill bit his bottom lip. “Well, yeah. Kinda. I mean, he’s been my friend forever. I just hate to see him waste away his life like that. It’s not healthy.”

  Jeanee crossed her arms. “This one will make the both of you happy. She promises.” Then, she nodded. “It is done.”

  Instantly, Tony roused from his afternoon nap and pushed himself up, yawning and stretching as little grains of sand fell from his chubby, pale body. Bill watched and waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, his overweight friend jumped to his feet and headed up the beach, tugging his swim trunks up along the way.

  Bill turned back to Jeanee. “Where’s he going?”

  “To clean himself up, like you wished for,” she said. “And the both of you will be happy from now on.”

  “Like, take a shower?” Bill wasn’t sure what she meant. He knew there were public shower stalls not far away. Maybe that’s where he went. Tony could sure use one.

  “You’ll see,” she said before going back to work on her tan.

  Tony didn’t know where he was going. He walked drunkenly, the sand burning his toes. A gorgeous brunette passed along his path. He spun to watch her, a bit of drool oozing from his lip. His feet twisted with a total lack of coordination, sending him stumbling. He caught himself on an empty lounge chair and pushed himself back to his feet, wobbling like an old man without his walker.

  “Maybe I had … too much to drink,” he said, hiccuping shortly after. “Ugh.”

  The beach was a bright blur. He had to squint to look down at the sand, to watch so that he didn’t trip over anything. He teetered left and right, heading down a path that he didn’t yet know the destination of.

  Just ahead were the public showers—four private stalls enclosed around a central pipe which fed each one a spray of lukewarm water. A girl of nine or ten was just exiting the nearest one. Tony aimed himself toward it, bumping into the wall before spinning himself awkwardly inside.