Patty rode her bag at a fast speed, as she was gladly looking forward to arriving at the beach. She loved the beach, and she loved wearing her bikini, and she loved tanning, and she loved swimming. She just about loved everything about the beach. She knew you liked the beach as well, so she often brought you along. However, she wasn’t always nice to you at the beach, and she often tortured you in some way or another. Even today, she had a plan in store for you.
Inside the rubber ball, you could do nothing but wait for Patty to free you. You hated how helpless the ball made you feel. A toy for children was enough to contain your entire self inside of it. You just wished that you would escape from its confinements soon, and be free from Patty’s dark bag.
Patty reached the beach in a record twenty minutes. Usually, it took her over a half hour to bike to the beach, as it was a decent distance from your house. She parked her bike alongside a row of other bikes, and then walked onto the beach proper.
The beach was fairly crowded, but there were still plenty of empty areas around for Patty to find a nice spot. First, she headed to the locker room to change into her bikini. She knew you wanted to be let out as soon as possible, but she figured you could wait a while longer.
She walked into the locker room and opened up her bag. She pulled out her bikini, finally allowing sunlight to flow into your prison. The light was bright, and it burned your eyes from being unused to it, but you still gladly welcomed it. Meanwhile, Patty changed into her skimpy, black, two-piece bikini. Then, when nobody else was around, she pulled you out of her bag, and dumped you out of the ball.
You landed on the bench with a soft splat, still a crushed up mound of flesh. Before you had time to reform, Patty flattened you to the bench with the palm of her hand. Without a second thought, she peeled you off the bench, and held your now papery form in both of her hands. She pulled you taut, stretching your body out to long lengths. When she had finished, you were a long tan shape, otherwise known as a towel!
You were mentally screaming over and over again at Patty to stop. This was supposed to be a fun and relaxing trip to the beach, and she was turning it into a nightmare! Your sister never passed up an opportunity to ruin your life. You wanted to wiggle and squirm out of her grasp, but her hold on you was too strong.
Satisfied at her work, Patty laid you out on one of the benches in the locker room. She took a small blue bottle out of her bag, and you recognized it as being waterproof paint. Your face, which comprised half of one side of the towel, stared up at your sister in terror.
Patty dabbed the brush in the blue paint, and then proceeded to paint every last inch of your body with the paint. The cold and wet pain soaked your skin, instantly covering you in a thin layer of blue. By the time Patty finished, you were blue from head to toe. Not a single part of you looked like normal, and all of your standard human features were absent.
Patty giggled to herself, and waited for five minutes for the paint to dry on your body. Then, she pulled out another towel from her bag, the towel she had originally brought with her to lie on. She shoved her bag in a locker, and then walked out onto the beach with you slung over her shoulder.
Once out on the beach, Patty found a nice empty spot to lie out in the sun. She was just about to prepare to throw you out on the sand, when your best friends Kat and Ana arrived. They had been scheduled to hang out with you and Patty today, so Patty excitedly waved them over to join her.
They were both already wearing their bikinis. Kat was wearing a standard red two-piece bikini, and Ana was wearing a blue one-piece bikini. They had their own small bags with them, and they set them down beside Patty.
“Hey Patty! How’s it going?” Kat asked.
“Pretty good Kat.” Patty replied, a slow smile growing on her face.
“Hey.” Ana said. “Where’s Jill? I don’t see here.”
“Oh. She decide to hang at home today. She’s not feeling too well.” Patty lied, never hesitating a second.
“Alright. Tell her I hope she feels better.” Ana smiled. Patty nodded. The twins began to spread out their own towels when Patty spoke up again.
“Wait. Before you do that…” She held you out for the twins to see. “Would you like to use this towel? It’s super soft. I have an extra towel, so do either of you want it?” The twins examined you closely, rubbing their hands on your body. What happens next?
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