Moaning softly, you woke to feel the heat of the Sun on your back. Beneath you the sand shifts a towel preventing it from going in all the wrong places. As you squirm, blinking against the blinding Sun. You take in the soft lapping of the waves on the shore. It's the relaxation you need, even now you can tell you're a woman. Worse, you're wearing a string bikini on the beach!
Sitting up, you feel your fuller, fatter arse speading wider than ever before. Shielding your eyes, you spot two other bikini clad beauties on either side of you. Groaning you guess they're your parents, though this disguise has transformed them to look more like sisters... triplets, even.
Gently, you nudge them awake. A soft 'Oh Shit!', let's you know which one was your father. A soft, and pleased murmur comes from your mother.
You spot the bag sitting between your towels. Your new identity for this relocation.
"Ladies..." you say, hoping to sound casual. However, your tone sounds more erotic than you'd like. The feeling of exposure is intense, as the bikini does nothing to settle your nerves. Your slender arms ensure you know physical strength isn't your weapon either.
A whimper escapes as you take in your body, realising that seductive is your best defence. That's a weapon you don't know how to use, and certainly don't want to explore that avenue any time soon.
You look around, hoping to spy your liaison officer. Telling yourself you can't be as abandoned as you feel.
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