Vacation Bod (Yang TG Comm)

Will walked along the ocean surf looking for any beautiful and buxom women wrapped in a nice bikini. The hot midday sun beamed down on him as he walked, and he wiped his brow of the sweat on it. He realized that he had forgotten to apply sunscreen, but he didn’t have time to go back to his room for it. Not when he didn’t have much time left to fulfill his vacation fantasy. His second to last day left on his vacation was already here, and he was getting desperate for that encounter in paradise.

“Seriously, what does it take for a guy to get lucky around here?! A tropical resort is the place to go to when you want to go and have a fling, but nobody here wants to hook up with me!”

He let out a heavy sigh, thinking of how much of a disappointment that this vacation had been. He had hoped this tropical resort would be the thing to end his bad luck with the opposite sex and finally break his 23-year long streak of being single. Much to his disappointment, the bright tropical sun paid more attention to him than the girls did. No matter what he said or did, they never seemed to be interested in him.

He looked down at his body. He wasn’t the worst-looking guy on the beach, but he wasn’t the best either. His arms and legs were thin, almost like twigs, and the slight tan he had gotten over the past five days of babe watching should have helped. He didn’t have a pronounced gut but didn’t have any abs either.

“I guess there’s only so much you can do to get noticed when you look like this.”

Something wrapped around his leg, causing him to jump at the probability it was a jellyfish, but he relaxed when he didn’t feel a sting. He looked down expecting to see a large piece of seaweed or some plastic. He blinked in surprise when he saw it was a yellowy-orange bikini top with black straps.

“What the hell?!”

The young man picked it up and held it out as even as he could to study it. He focused on the huge cups of the bikini top and smiled. They looked like he could have stuffed some beach balls in them and still the top would have plenty of room to spare. Thoughts of what the beauty might look like entered his head. He could already imagine it, a thicc curvaceous woman with tits that had to be seen to be believed. If this top was anything to go by then he was sure that the woman had to be just as big down below.

“Hot damn, she must be a damned bombshell if this top is anything to go by! And she probably has an ass to match!”

He could already see in his head. Him giving the top back like a gentleman, her talking to him, and maybe just maybe he could get some positive attention from a girl that would lead to a special night. It would be like something out of one of those cheesy romantic stories, but he didn’t care. If he could finally get with a special lady then that would make this whole vacation perfect and make up for the disappointment of the past few days.

He noticed other brightly colored things on the surface of the water, making him curious. He went over to the nearest one and blinked when he saw that it was a bright yellow-orange bikini bottom. He looked at the skimpy bikini top in his hand and then at the skimpy bikini bottoms in his other before holding them next to each other. They were a perfect match.

“Holy shit. There’s no way that a girl had lost their entire swimsuit. I can’t be this lucky.”

He had no idea how a woman could have lost her full swimsuit, but he wasn’t going to complain if she did. He desperately looked around for her on the shoreline or in the water, hoping to see some sign of the girl. Much to his disappointment, he didn’t see any sign of the supposedly buxom beauty.

Will continued to walk deeper in the water to the other brightly colored objects as he looked for the unseen beauty. When he was closer to it, he saw that it was a matching sarong that could have hid a well-developed figure. He wrapped it around his waist to see how well it hid his lower body. Besides the bit of thigh where the sarong wrapped, he couldn’t see any exposed skin between his hips and his knees.

Once more he looked around for the unseen beauty that would no doubt inspire many men to look upon her and praise her like a goddess made flesh. If she was still around then he had to get a look at her, no matter how long it might take before he did. He couldn’t afford to let a beauty such as her feel so embarrassed and be in such a compromising situation.

“C’mon beautiful, where are you? You can’t get your swimsuit back if you don’t let people know you lost it!”

He looked out towards the sea, hoping that he would see the beauty emerge from the ocean like a sea goddess coming to land. Of course, that didn’t happen. Will let out the breath he didn’t even realize he had been holding in with a sigh and slouched forwards.

“I should have figured that I would only get teased for getting my hopes up.”

A loud wave crashed into him sending him toppling down, and before he knew it, he was pulled out into the ocean as if God had decided to take him. He gasped under the water and let go of the woman’s swimsuit. His eyes bulged underneath the saltwater as he felt his swimsuit slide off of his body as if someone had pulled them. The power of the wave was losing its hold on him, and when he was sure the wave passed and that he was not going to be carried out into the sea, he looked around desperately for his swim trunks.

“Where are they? Where are they? They got to be here somewhere! There's no way that they could be gone already!”

Will saw his red trunks floating in the water aimlessly. He swam as fast as he could toward them, but they moved faster, as if they were trying to get away. There was no way that he was going to let himself get caught in an embarrassing situation like this, so he forced himself to move faster to catch up with them

“No, no, no! I am not going to die of embarrassment at least! I don't want to spend a night in jail because of this!”

The current picked up again and the young man gulped as he reached out to grab them. A smile crossed his face when he successfully grabbed it. He stopped and looked at his prize, but he froze. His eyes bulged when he saw what he really was holding. Instead of his swimsuit like he thought he had grabbed, he was holding the bikini top that he had found earlier. The bikini top no longer looked like a great trophy that he had found earlier and instead saw it as a cheap knock-off that he had swindled into getting.

“What the fuck! I was sure that I grabbed my swimsuit!”

Will quickly looked around as if someone might have heard him or seen him. If he was lucky, he could still find his swimsuit. He spotted the sarong and the bikini floating in the water around him but paid them little thought. As nice as it would be to be able to meet a curvy cutie and get in her good graces, his own dignity took priority.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

The young man slammed the water and breathed out as he tried to keep calm. There had to be a way he could get back to his room without being seen. Maybe he could call and get the hotel staff for help or something.

Before the young man could react, a wave crashed into him and he was dragged under the water and he instinctively closed his eyes. Again, he lost the swimsuit top that he held.

The young man opened his eyes and looked around, hoping that he would be able to find his swimsuit, but couldn’t find a trace of it. Instead, he saw the bikini top floating around and that the bikini bottom had been dragged underneath the water as well. He slouched in the water and would have let out a breath if he wasn’t underwater.

“Would it be so bad to die here? Probably beats whatever happens next if I try to get back. Then again being found as a dead naked guy would be horrible too.”

To his wonder, he saw the bikini bottom, sarong, and top swirl around him as if they were caught in a whirlpool. They moved closer to him and started to swirl around him weirding him out somewhat. They moved closer and he tried to swim away from them by swimming up to the surface. He looked down and his eyes widened when he saw the bikini bottom and sarong chase after him as if they were a pair of sharks trying to get him.

He turned forward and jumped when he saw the bikini top appear in front of him as if it was a horrible monster. The shock was enough to make him stop in his place, air bubbles leaving his mouth when a scream should have come out. He raised his arms to try and push the top away, just as the woman’s bottom slid up his legs and tightened around his lower body, and the sarong immediately wrapped around it. The bikini top wrapped itself around his upper body. The cups of the bra acting like hands and moving up over his head and around his chest.

“I don’t have time for this! I need to get to the surface!”

The need for air was getting too great and he quickly started swimming up. His chest ached in pain, his lungs feeling like they were being squeezed. He clenched his lips as tightly as he could to preserve what oxygen he had left. The sunlight beamed down from on high and his eyes burned from the saltwater, but he didn’t care. The only thing he had on his mind was filling his lungs with precious air.

When he reached the surface, Will gasped and took a large breath of air. He breathed heavily in and out and looked for the shoreline. The moment he saw it, he swam as fast as he could, looking over his shoulder in case he was in the path of another wave. The moment he felt the wet sand underneath, he pushed against the sand and waded to shore as fast as he could.

“Not getting pulled back out to sea again!”

He stopped and heaved the moment he felt nothing but warm, dry sand underneath his feet. He looked over his shoulder and smiled when he saw how much distance there was between him and the sea. The only way he would get hit by it now as if some deity decided to get him. Which was a possibility he sadly had to admit was probable if how he lost his swimsuit was any consideration.

Now that he wasn’t trying to get air in his body or get away from the sea, he looked down. To his horror, he saw that he was wearing the swimsuit that he had found earlier. A dark blush encompassed his face and he blinked wondering if this was happening. He looked around, making sure that there wasn’t anyone nearby to see him, and then pulled off the sarong to fully see the bottom half there. He paled at the sight of the lump that represented his masculinity, and how it was on clear display. It almost as if he was seeing it in a plastic bag that had all the air sucked out of it, and hugged a sausage

“You have got to be shitting me. I better get this off before somebody sees me. I think getting seen in a bikini is worse than running around naked. Wait, I can wear the sarong around my waist, so I can save myself that embarrassment! But I still need to ditch the top.”

It was a small mercy, but it was one that he would happily take, and at the moment, he needed every little bit of help that he could, especially if it might get him out of this with some dignity intact.

Will grabbed the bikini top and tried to take it off, but to his shock, it remained put as if someone had glued it to his chest. He frowned and pulled harder, but still, it didn’t move. He tried once more with all his might and his hands slipped from the top, making him frown heavily as he looked back at it.

“What the hell? Why is this so hard to get off? I know for sure it shouldn’t be this hard. Maybe the bottom will have a bit more luck?”

He looked down at the bikini bottom and gulped, praying that he would have a bit more luck getting this off. He tugged on the strings of the bottom and tried to pull it off, but to his horror, the strings didn’t come undone. Just like the top, he pulled on them as hard as he could, but was met with the same failure. The young man took a deep breath to think about what he should do next. He slipped his hands around them and tried to thread the strings of the bottom through to undo them, but it didn’t change at all and remained put.

“What is this, some sort of gag bikini? Is someone filming me for a prank video?”

Will looked around to see if he could find some unseen watcher with a camera, but he quickly realized that his theory had some holes in it. Even if there was some unseen mastermind, that wouldn’t explain how the bikini had moved under the water as if it had a mind of its own. It was the only thing that made some sense, yet it didn’t add up. No matter the case, knowing wouldn’t help him with his current dilemma.

“This...is pure bullshit! Right when I get out of one hole, I’m stuck in another. I need to find something to get this off before things get even worse.”

Suddenly, the young man blinked as his chest felt off as if someone was gently rubbing it. The same sensation started to appear all over his body, and he shuffled in his place, feeling off. He rubbed his body and flinched as a surge of energy went through him, just like when he was feeling aroused. His constrained rod became more prominent underneath the tight swimsuit, and he gulped.

“Okay, what the hell is happening to me? God, did I do something to piss you off or something? Is this all some sort of strange punishment for something I did?”

Will’s thighs quivered as they swelled larger, rubbing the sides of his dick, arousing him further. He mewled as his dick started to get crushed on both sides. He pressed down on his thighs and could feel them ripening with fresh lean muscle, which added refined definition to them. His thighs finished changing, and he now had huge thick sexy thighs that he would have loved to have wrapped around his waist as he played with the owner’s rear.

“What the hell is going on with me?!”

Will tried harder to pull the swimsuit, hoping that it would break away. He tried to dig his fingernails underneath it to leverage it off, but he couldn’t even do that. It was almost as if he was trying to dig his fingers through a table. He breathed heavily and gulped as he tried to think of something that he could do to stop this, but with no success.

Locks of black hair entered his vision. He ran his hand through it. He had made sure to use shampoo to keep it clean and healthy, but aside from just making sure he washed it daily, it had never been this soft. Now that hair felt far softer, as if it were a brand-new silk garment that came out fresh from the textile mill.

“No, no, I can't lose myself in the softness. I got to think about this whole thing.”

He put his hand down at his side, flinching from the softness of his now engorged thighs. He breathed heavily through his nose, fighting the desire to keep playing with his hair. He couldn’t let himself get distracted now; he had to find help for a way to stop this madness, or figure that out himself.

The change continued down his legs as the feeling of his body being massaged grew. He gulped as his masculine flabby legs thinned down. The flabby portions on the back of his legs tightened. He hesitantly reached down as they slowly got smaller and flinched the moment he did as if he had just been bit by a cobra. They were tight, stronger, and had a sexy appeal that he had always envisioned on his dream girl. His eyes went to his feet as they started to get smaller, and the warm sand was replaced by the sensation of ice as they did. The changing feet looked womanlier. After a few strange seconds, the changes to his feet stopped.

He stared at his now smaller feet as if they were some new unseen creatures and not a part of his body. He wiggled his toes and watched as the new feminine feet did exactly as he wanted. It was a relief that he was able to move as he wanted, but it was terrifying that they

“This is insane.”

More strands of hair traveled down his head, and he shuddered from the feeling of his silky soft hair tickling the back of his neck. As he took notice of his growing hair, he realized that it was brighter than it was before. It was now closer to a chocolatey brown than an inky black. Still, despite how much shaggier his hair already was, it continued to grow like a weed.

“Just how long is my hair going to get?”

Will’s arms started to change next. His broad shoulders cracked inward, making him wince. They went numb, and despite the bright sun overhead shining on him, he felt an icy chill go down his back. The feeling spread to his arms as the massaging sensation grew. He shivered from it as if a pervert with icy hands was fondling him.

Just like his legs had, his somewhat flabby biceps got smaller. But it was as if the limbs were compacted, not shrunk. Within seconds, they had lost much of their flab and started to gain sinewy muscles. He prodded his arms as they changed. His finger caused less of a ripple with every poke, until his biceps had a toned, tight appearance. The rest of his arms thinned as they changed, gaining the same womanly definition that his biceps did. The changes reached his hands, which also changed to become smaller and more petite, but unlike his arms, his hands were undisputedly feminine, looking like they belonged to a woman who was fond of them being lathered in lotion and manicured.

When the feelings in his arms stopped, Will breathed in heavily and looked at his changed limbs. The young man was thrown off by the strong feminine-looking arms that he would have found attractive on a girl. He stretched as he looked at his hands, staring at his new dainty-looking hands as if they were something else entirely. It made him want to wretch that these were his hands and not his masculine ones.

“Good God, my body is starting to look just like a girl’s! How the hell is this fucking happening?!”

He tentatively opened and closed his hands, testing the sensations. Within a few seconds, he had adapted to everything besides the long nails that would bite into his soft palms unless he was careful with how he curled his thin fingers. He felt a bit more relaxed about his changed hands than he had been with his changed feet, but that was only because this changed appendage was one that he had more control over and had been changed later.

Will was still freaking out, but he once again tried to pry off his swimsuit, hoping that his smaller fingers would be able to slip underneath the fabric and give some leverage to try and get it off. Despite his best efforts, he was met with the same failure, and he had to stop.

By that point, the tips of his hair had grown to reach his upper back. The young man grabbed at his hair, which was now a light brown color that resembled chocolate. He frowned as it continued to grow in his hands, and he let go of it and watched it continue to grow down his back like a waterfall.

“It’s still growing?! And why is it changing color?”

As his greatly extended hair brushed against his mid-back, the massaging sensations over his stomach roughened, as if the masseuse behind this was taking things a step forward with the special course. His waist started to curve inward and the lines on his stomach hardened, as if all the excess fats were being placed closer together to make a tight curve. His stomach gurgled, and Will groaned as he held it like someone with indigestion from eating too much food. The young man tried to think of something he could do to try and ease the discomfort, but the feeling came and went in a matter of seconds. By the time the changes ceased, he had a slim sexy waist and strong stomach that would have garnered much attention from fitness buffs.

“Holy shit! I wanted a girl with a stomach like this, but I didn’t want to have it for myself!”

The young man padded his new waist as if it wasn’t really his. Despite how freaky it was, he couldn’t help but admire it. He had visible abdominal muscles, which was something he’d never had before. His hands barely pushed the skin in no matter how much or where he pressed it. The tone in his transformed stomach was something he would have wanted in his original body, knowing that it would have made him more attractive to the opposite sex.

The changing young man’s hair finished growing and reached the end of his bottom. He winced as the massage on his crotch suddenly got rougher and felt as if someone was sucking on it.

“Oh, oh fuck! My dick is…!”

Will couldn’t finish that sentence. His throat burned as if he had forced a stream of coarse sand down his throat. The thick cartilage of his Adam’s apple was sandblasted away, but his focus was on what was happening below his hourglass waist.

Will spasmed as the sensation of sucking on his groin became stronger and he gulped. His lips swelled like he was having an allergic reaction to shellfish, and he parted them to reveal a mouth of teeth as white and flawless as the finest pearls as he moaned with a female voice that sounded like his male one had been run through the filtering spirals of a conch shell. His jaw eroded into a sharp point like the nearby ocean cliffs that have been eroded by the tides for centuries. His eyelashes lengthened like strands of seaweed while his eyelids fluttered. He blinked in time with the waves of the ocean to his back. Each blink shifted his irises towards a purple as ultraviolet as the rays of the sun shining upon his feminizing face.

If any painter had been around to witness Will erotically hugging his body as his transformation accelerated, he would have found the perfect muse to create a timeless modern version of Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus.

Sensing that this was a change he couldn’t let happen, he tried to reach under his swimsuit again to rip it off, but he didn’t get very far with his struggles. His grip was weak, and he mewled in his new voice as his male anatomy got smaller. He was as hard as a piece of coral, but tightness of the swimsuit only increased as his dick shrank into a hard nub. He jumped when the head of his shaft slithered into his body like an eel retreating into coral. An erotic gasp left his mouth that could only belong to a girl as a pair of moist lips the color of a mussel appeared below his bikini bottoms with a damp burning wetness different from the ocean water that had soaked his body earlier.

The young woman breathed in a pained gasp as she raised one of her dainty hands to wipe the sweat that appeared on her stunning face.

“Holy...Shit…”

The higher pitch of the voice that left her mouth made her freeze. It sounded like a cross between a high school girl and a Californian surfer jock.

She reached her throat with her one hand as she reached down between her legs with the other. She had been hoping for the masculine bumps that were the proof of a man in both locations, but she didn’t find that at all. All she had was a slender and smooth throat above and a pair of quivering lips that burned from her touch below, even though the swimsuit.

“I sound just like a girl. No, I am a girl! I can’t be a man without that! Son of a bitch! Wait a minute….Oh shit, I’m not done yet!”

The newly designated woman looked down at her body and gulped with the realization that hit her, just as her hair finished growing and had turned a vibrant yellow the color of sunlight. She was still missing two delectable pairs of targets that would give many men and women a reason to look at her no matter what direction she was facing, even though she was already a beauty. There was no way she was going to be flat as a board or not have an ass worth anything if this swimsuit was anything to go by.

As if this realization was the signal this transformation had been waiting for, her ass started to grow and expand. The swimsuit pushed down on her ass as it swelled. Some of the fabric dug between her cheeks, making her squirm and clench her cheeks as tightly as she could. She pulled on the bikini bottom, trying to avoid touching her growing ass. To her dismay, some of her fingers brushed against sensitive and tightening ass flesh, making her squeal as if she had just been stung by a jellyfish. Her ass finished growing when it had become a huge and perfect heart-shaped bubble butt that would be stared at by all, no matter their sexual orientation.

“Holy shit, this is an ass out of this world.”

It was the only thing she could bring herself to say. There wasn't any other way that she could think of to describe the new perfect ass now that would make people go crazy. Despite forcing her not to earlier, she reached down and put one of her now tiny hands on one of her now huge ass cheeks. She shivered again and a dark blush quickly overcame her face. It was the only thing she could think to do and despite trying not to, she squeezed her cheeks and groaned. She used her free hand to grab her other wrist, forcing her hands off her full butt and making her grip feel uncomfortably empty for a moment.

“Fucking damn it!”

The increasing sensation of her chest being rubbed became stronger. She gulped when her previously flat chest’s nipples now had fine erect points, like someone had pinched them like taffy and pulled them away from her ribs. Fat gathered behind them, and the small lumps quickly formed that made her gulp. She placed her hands down on her chest and spasmed as a surge went through her that felt like a slightly weaker version of what she felt when she grabbed the dick she used to have when she wanted to masturbate. She quickly pulled her hands away from her chest like they were two sea anemones with a colorful appearance that belied how dangerous they were to touch. She looked down and stood idle as she watched her enlarged nipples get harder underneath her bikini top that she was realizing wasn’t going to provide enough padding, and no, they weren’t erect because she was cold.

“Please, not as big as the bikini cups. Don’t make them bigger than a handful.”

To her dismay, her boobs continued to grow past the size that would be required to fit one comfortably in both her hands. The growing weight of her developing melons was pulling her upper body down and forwards. The new woman winced and adjusted her posture to be straighter as she rolled her shoulders to try and ease the weight of them.

“Oh my God, please tell me they’ll be done growing soon. My back can’t take much more!”

Even though she was a clueless virgin, Will knew that boobs pulled down on the upper body, but she didn’t know they could feel like sandbags. They soon fit into the cups of the bra. She breathed a sigh of thankfulness thinking the worst was over, but their growth continued, making her gulp anxiously. The straps of her top on the back were soon digging into her back and threatening to pop her top open, but much to her relief, her chest’s growth slowed and soon finished stopped, but not before becoming a massive E-cup. She hefted one of her tits and grimace as she felt the heavy weight.

“Holy shit, I knew they would be big, but I didn’t think that they would be this huge. I know I wanted to see the tits that fit this top, but not like this.”

Will looked down at her body again and came face to face with the new massive pale orbs that rested on her chest that prevented her from seeing her own feet unless she leaned forwards. If she had seen tits like these on another woman, she would’ve committed them to memory so she could fantasize about all she would’ve done to them, but now that they were her own chest, she didn’t want to even have her fingers brush against them.

“Okay, Will, you need to think about how this could’ve happened to. You were down at the beach, looking for a hot babe to score with you, and found a swimsuit. It gets on you and then you start turning into a girl…”

Will’s mind stated to fizzle out as she replayed the events of her transformation in her mind.

“No, none of that tells me anything about why I turned into this blonde bombshell of a woman. I’m not gonna figure out how to change back if I stay out here on the beach. I need a place with less stimulus.”

A warm ocean breeze blew through Will’s new thigh gap, causing him to feel uncomfortably good.

“My room would be the best place to think without any interruption, and I’m going to need that if I’m going to figure this shit out.”

The woman quirked a brow and held her throat. The more she heard that voice the more thrown off she was by it that it sounded as if she was speaking out of a modulator. The closest comparison she could think of, especially with this curvaceous body was a California surfer girl like you would see in the movies. She certainly looked the part with her new body and the swimsuit that gave her it.

The young woman wrapped the sarong around her waist and started walking back to the hotel. She could already feel a headache come on from this bullshit and had no doubt it was only going to get worse as she thought about this. Today was going to be a day and a half trying to figure this stuff out. And the last thing she needed was to be lusted after as like a prime rib steak with all the dressings and sides.

“I couldn’t even blame someone for staring at my body, because that’s exactly what I would have done if I had seen a girl like me. I’m ridiculously hot.”

It certainly didn't help her mind avoid thinking about her body when she could feel the bounce of her new rack, the sway of her hips, and the wiggle of her rear as she walked. As she was making her way back to the hotel she stopped as a sudden realization came over her.

“Fuck, I left my shit on the beach.”

The young woman went back down the beach to where she had left her stuff. She had wandered farther away from it than she had intended, but she didn’t think anyone would take it since she didn’t have anything of value. To be fair to her though, she doubted anyone else would remember their stuff after getting turned into a sex pot of the opposite gender.

The blonde went to where she left her stuff, sighing in her head. She smiled happily that it was still there. At least God was giving her some small mercies instead of keeping on bullying her. She grabbed her towel and threw what little she had brought into it before wrapping it up and slinging it over one of her slender shoulders.

Will breathed in relief. She had almost expected someone to stand up and call her a thief or something more fitting with how her day has gone.

“Okay, now that I got my things, I can get back to my room and hopefully get this sorted out.”

She walked back to her room, and now that she had her stuff with her, she could think more clearly. There was no way that she was going to be able to focus if she had been in her room and suddenly realized she had forgotten her stuff. If she came back looking for it after spending her time in her room, her stuff would either be in the lost and found or long gone, and that would have been fitting for her day.

As she was walking up the sandy path again, she noticed a man throw an empty soda can down on the ground. A part of her frowned at the sight of the tossed stuff. She gulped, having to fight down the urge to call out to him and demand that he pick it up. She decided that it was best not to draw male attention to herself and picked up the can to throw it away herself.

As she was walking to the nearby basket of trash on the beach, she groaned at how easily she was getting distracted.

“Seriously Will, what the hell is wrong with you?! You’ve turned into a girl and are trying to get back to your room to figure out how to change back, and you don’t have time to play litter patrol! Just let someone else pick it up!”

She threw the trash into the can and let out a breath, for some reason feeling good about herself, as if a burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

“Yeah, I’m already lugging around these volleyballs. I wouldn’t be able to carry any uneasy feelings of guilt as well.”

She didn’t know why she felt better than she had in a while. She didn’t go out of her way to do stuff like this before. If anyone looked in her messy hotel room, they would have seen that she wasn’t a neat freak. So why did she care about it now?

As she was walking back to the hotel, she saw a woman talking with a friend as they walked down the beach. They were cute looking and wore complementing swimsuits that highlighted their bodies. They weren’t as curvaceous as her new form, but they were still cute and pretty. She would have tried to hit on them and see if she could get lucky if she were still a guy, but right now she had to figure out how to change back so that she could have a future with hitting on women like that.

A pair of glasses fell out of a woman’s purse as she walked away. Will quickly went over to them and picked them up. The two women from earlier were continuing down the path to the boardwalk, chatting with each other and noticing the dropped sunglasses.

Will hurried over to them as fast as her bouncing tits would allow her to move and tried to get their attention.

“Excuse me, miss! Your glasses dropped!”

Much to Will’s relief, one of the women stopped and turned around. The woman took one look at this blonde bombshell trying to get her attention before a heavy frown crossed her face that made the new blonde uncomfortable because she recognized that look.

It was a look of rejection.

She had seen it plenty of times when she had asked out some of the girls she had been enamored with only to be shot down. It was the look that you shot someone when you didn’t want to talk to them and were annoyed that they were around you.

“Your glasses fell out of your bag.”

Will leaned forwards and held and held out the glasses for her to take, but the woman didn’t take them; instead, she stared at her and then then the glasses. The woman’s frown had become more prominent, and her companion was looking at Will the same way. The blonde followed their eyes, and her jaw dropped when she realized that they were staring at the cleavage from her huge tits.

“Miss?”

Will tried to salvage the situation, but the woman just stared at her with contempt.

“Keep them. I don’t want them now that some slut touched them.”

The woman and her companion turned around and walked away in a haughty fast trot as Will stood there with a shocked expression on her supermodel face as she tried to understand what had just happened.

It took a few seconds for the shock to wear off, but when it did, Will was filled with an anger hotter than the sun in the middle of July.

“Did she just call me a slut?!”

Will was about two seconds away from punching something hard when her anger boiled off and left her smug sense of satisfaction.

“Damn, those bitches must have been really jealous of me to act like that.”

Will looked down at her smirking face that was reflected in the black lens of the aviator sunglasses the woman had reclined to have returned to her.

“Whatever. These would look better on me anyway.”

She put them on her face and committed herself to going back to her room and working on solving the mystery behind why she had this body that made women so jealous.

“Seriously, I can’t believe she called me a slut. I’ve never even had sex…”

Will was about a hundred feet from the sliding doors of the hotel lobby when she heard a voice directed towards her.

“Excuse me.”

It was a male voice.

The new woman breathed through her nose and braced herself for the conversation about to happen. This was her first time hearing that tone of voice from the female vantage point, and she knew she wasn’t going to like what happened next. She turned to the speaker and saw it was a young man who looked to be around her age. Just like how she was before, his body was thin and didn’t seem to have a lot of muscle. He was plain-looking with short dirt brown hair and brown eyes.

“What is a beautiful woman like you doing out here all by yourself?”

She recoiled in her mind and shivered at the lustful look that he had in his eyes.

“Good God, I hope that I wasn’t like that when I had been a dude.”

“I’m not interested at all, dude. I have more important things on my mind right now.”

Will looked at him flatly as she crossed her arms in a pout, hoping that her tone and the look she was sending him would be enough to get it through his head that she wasn’t interested in this guy. She didn’t realize that the masculine way she was crossing her arms was making her cleavage even more noticeable.

“It’s best if I nip this in the bud before he thinks he could try and score a date with me.”

“C’mon, babe! Why don’t we talk for a little bit and get to know each other. As for your important thing, I’m sure that I could help you with it.”

“Look dude, get the memo I’m sending you. I’m not interested, and I don’t need your help at all.”

The blonde stomped away before the guy could say anything else to her and sighed.

“So that’s what it was like when the guy was on the other side…”

Now she could understand why some of them reacted so angrily when some guy came up to them and said lines like that. Though it probably would have been better if they were a little more appealing. That guy had been a total slouch and not her type at all.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, her mouth dropped open and her face burned.

“Christ! As if things couldn’t get any weirder for me and all. As if I needed any more reason to try and find a way to change back. Now I have to worry about finding guys hot!”

She looked around and gave new notice to the looks she was getting from men, she wasn’t foolish enough to pretend that she couldn’t understand the looks she was getting.

“I’m really thankful for the sarong right now.”

She didn't need to give the boys anything more to stare at as walked away that could entice them to try and woo her. She hoped that she would be able to change back before some other guy decided to hit on her. She wasn’t sure she would be able to stop herself from smacking a guy if they hit on her again, or even worse, not smacking him.

“Seriously, God! Could you please stop with all the interruptions! I know I’m a beautiful woman and all, but I need some time to think about all this in a place that won’t give me all these confusing thoughts.”

Time continued to pass as Will tried to leave the beach, and before she knew it, it was the afternoon. The blonde had continued to be distracted by one thing or another, whether it be trash, people, or just forgetting stuff. It was like one big back and forth thing with stuff just keep popping up when she had tried to leave, it just wouldn’t end. Her frustration grew, and her mind would nag her until she finally dealt with the issue that flashed in her mind.

“Why can’t I just leave the place? Did I get turned into an airhead ditz too?!”

Will looked over the setting sun that boiled down on her from on high. She can’t believe that she had stayed out here for so long. Every little thing seemed to be coordinating to prevent her from getting away from the beach and back to her hotel room, but the worst part was that ultimately, she was the one who was making the decision to keep getting distracted.

“Hello there, miss.”

The former young man turned to the source of the voice, read to berate them, and her eyes widened as her heart skipped a beat at the young man speaking to her. She could see the well-defined six-pack that he had and the rest of his strong muscles. His black hair was swept to the side and his tanned skin gave him an exotic look that made him look like a sea god. In short, he was hot.

The blonde twirled locks of her blonde hair in her hands as she bashfully looked away from this Adonis. She thought the hair twirling would help her relax and focus on the conversation that was happening right now, but it had the exact opposite effect of making her hyper-conscious of her new femininity.

“Is there any chance that you would be willing to tell me your name?”

A slightly startled yelp escaped Will as he was completely blindsided by this simple question.

“Oh, sure my name is, uh….”

Will trailed off, thinking of what he should use for a name in his new form. It wasn’t as if she could just call himself by her original name. Not only would it look weird, but it didn’t fit her at all. The young man went over her new form and tried to place a name that would fit it accordingly. She rolled the names that came to her in her mind, like Brittany, Jessica, Terra, Taylor, and more. She moved to other fictional characters. The first one that came to her was Yang from RWBY. She already had the long blonde hair, the skin tone, and the curves, so she might as well use it.

“My name is Yang.”

Will said with a certainty that shouldn’t have been there. He wasn’t quite sure why, but the name felt perfect for her.

The young man hitting on her raised an eyebrow.

“Man, I can’t believe it took you that long to tell me your name. You must be a real airhead if it took you that long to say what your name is.”

Despite herself, the blonde giggled. She knew that she should have been offended but couldn’t bring herself to feel that way. Not when it might be true. Who else but an airhead would get distracted by trivial things for an entire day?

Yang lifted her new aviator glasses, revealing her eyes, and leaned forward to give him the perfect view of her face and immense cleavage. She inwardly grinned at the pleased smile that he had as he looked at her bust.

“Well, you aren’t going to leave me waiting like I left you, are you? I told you my name, so tell me yours.”

“Oh, sorry. Where are my manners? My name is George.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, George.”

She gave George a smile with the warmth of the sun. Honestly, she felt more relaxed with him than she had ever since she found this bikini; hell, she hadn’t been this relaxed in years.

She looked at George with a discerning eye. There wasn't any of the hostility that the women she had interacted with earlier. Sure, there was lust in his eyes that she could see plainly, but he wasn't being a total creep like that one guy had earlier. Not to mention that she had to admit that the guy wasn’t bad to look at in return.

“So where are you from Yang?”

“Oh, I’m from California. I’m here to enjoy myself during a vacation from my work at an environmental group,” the former man said, as her mind mulled over the name. Being called by it felt better than he expected that it would be.

The details weren’t honest, but it wasn’t like she could tell him about the boring life she had back home. She was here on vacation from work, but she made up the career because it sounded interesting. She was from the Midwest, but with her new sun kissed body and valley girl accent, she totally looked and sounded like she was from California. It was almost like she was acting in a way. Maybe since she was a gorgeous Cali girl, she could tell George she’s done acting?

“He might find that interesting!”

Yang’s purple eyes widened slightly as she realized that the reason why she had lied about that stuff was because she wanted to impress George. She was attracted to him in a more complex way than the man she had used to be had ever been attracted to women, but instead of being horrified about the change in her sexual orientation, she wanted to explore these new feelings, even if she had to fib a bit.

This wasn’t how she had imagined it, but the entire reason she was on vacation was to relax and have a vacation fling with someone of the opposite sex. All that had changed was her body and who she was attracted to.

She and George would probably never meet each other ever again, and even if they did, she wouldn’t be Yang. But she could still have some fun while she had this body before finding out how to change back.

“I see. I’m here to enjoy myself before I head back to work as well, though my job doesn’t sound as interesting as yours does. Tell me about yourself, what do you like to do?”

Yang hummed as she thought over what she should say. She could say that she likes to play video games and reading and be truthful, but she could add a little more to her interests and make herself more exciting. Now she looked like a dynamite gal so she should have as much fun with it as she should and reference some more things that sounded like things from the original show Yang would like. The changed boy wasn’t an expert on her or the show by any stretch, but he was sure that he could name at least a few things that she would have liked from what he had seen.

“Oh, I’m a woman of many interests. I like video games and nice action movies, but I keep fit instead of lazing around by doing boxing and martial arts. I like to ride my motorcycle and love to have fun and get a good thrill. What about you, George? What do you like to do?”

Before George could explain his interests, a sudden headache came over Yang that made her clutch her head. She could feel something happening inside her brain. She shook her head as images of events about the new life she had made up for herself flashed through her tightly closed eyes. The new woman marveled at all the new information that was in her head. It was a little much to take in all at once, and she wasn’t sure how to react to the flood of knowledge. She could easily recall her motorcycle, movies she had never seen before, and other details about being a woman. It was freaky to know that she knew how to box now, but it was still cool that she was capable of kicking ass and taking names now. At least if something were to happen with some creep or something hitting on her, then she would be able to handle herself without a problem.

“Are you alright?”

The blonde blinked and felt like someone was wrapping their knuckles on her forehead.

She could still recall her original male life without any issue, so she wasn’t too bothered by the sudden info dump.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just felt weird all of a sudden.”

“Ahh, have you been getting enough to drink or eat?”

“I made sure to have a good meal before I came out here, and I had some drinks to keep me hydrated earlier. A girl has to do at least that much when she’s out in the hot sun.”

“If you say so, but let me know if you don’t feel well again.”

“Wow, he’s such a gentleman!”

“As for your question about my hobbies, well I like to stay in shape myself. I find it quite relaxing and rewarding to exercise, especially when I have music going on.”

“I can tell from how sculpted your body is,” Yang said, staring at the muscles that she would have killed to have as a guy.

“Perhaps we could get to know each other better in my hotel room. I could give you some...tips about how to build your body, and you could get a better look at my body.”

The blonde hummed as she thought over the offer. She knew what he was offering, but she couldn’t find herself disgusted by the proposition. If she was being honest with herself, she was curious about what it was like on the other side of the spectrum. She wasn’t sure how long this was going to last, but if she did find a way to change back then this would be the only chance that she had to find out what it was like for a girl.

Yang stepped closer to the man with a happy smile. Her breasts were just barely pressing against his chest. It would be easy for him to step forward and pull her close, pressing her chest against his chest, and then her lips against his lips. The thought was a little more pleasing than it would have been an hour ago, but she didn’t mind it.

“Lead the way, George.”

George laughed as he put his arm around her slim waist, his hand resting right next to her huge butt and her bust pressed against his chest. The blonde giggled and knew that he could easily squeeze her shapely rear at a moment’s notice if he wanted to. He could even grab one of her breasts, but she didn’t mind.

George led her back to the hotel, the blonde finally feeling like she could leave the beach without getting interrupted. She noticed a pair of trash on the ground but this time she didn't feel the urge to pick it up and throw it away as she had earlier because she finally had something to focus on that was more important.

The cold air of the hotel made Yang shiver, and her excitement grew. They stepped in the elevator and rode up it. The polished stainless-steel plates of the elevator walls were the first fully reflective surface that she had seen since she had become this blonde bombshell. She was curious about what she looked like, but she only gave herself a quick glance before turning back to George.

Her escort pressed a button on the elevator, causing the doors to close and the elevator to move up. Yang blonde looked at the monitor that said what floor they were on and wondered which room was his and how much longer it would be before they arrived. She was getting really impatient.

Yang was in a daze as she followed George down a hotel hallway. Her thoughts were running wild with all the adult things she could try with him. After all, with her curves and the fantasies that she had, it was going to be some before they finished up. But most of all, she wondered how good he would make her feel as they did it all.

As George unlocked his hotel room door, Yang raised a hand to cover her face. She was embarrassed from the way that her cheeks were flushed like a setting tropical sun and how she couldn’t stop grinning from excitement. George turned around and grabbed her raised slender wrist with a firm but gentle grip, and all of Yang’s bashfulness disappeared. She wasn’t going to let herself feel embarrassed anymore tonight, and why should she?

“When something feels this right, you should feel good about it!”

Yang gave an eager smile as George led her into his hotel room. The sun had set for Will, but Yang’s time in the sun was just getting started.