With a deep breath I turn away from the mirror, letting my hands fall to my sides as I slump my shoulders. Despite not wanting to admit it Emma was right, I needed her phone at the very least to properly communicate with her and maybe if I could get Mark's help we could rip open that door once again.
Pacing nervously back into the hotel bedroom I begin to look around, swallowing hard as I look over the clothes in the duffel bags. As I look at the two messy bundles of clothes spilling from the black and white bags respectively I can't help but wonder if Mark's clothes would fit me. He was only a little shorter than myself, and certainly better built, so they would easily cover up my shivering naked form. However, a subtle worry fights back against the thought as I wonder how he would react to that.
"He didn't notice anything..." I mumble before devolving into a coughing fit, cutting my sentence short as my voice grinds and shifts painfully. Rubbing my neck with my left hand, noticing a subtle softness slowly coming through at the tips of my fingers, I glance over at the soggy wet bikini with a grimace.
Inching closer to the sodden discarded swimsuit I nudge it with my foot, turning the light grey bottoms over with a wet squelch. Thankfully the bottoms weren't too bad, no strings or too slender straps making it look too flimsy or showing off too much skin. The top appears largely the same, with modest yet still slender straps running around the back and over the proverbial wearer's shoulders.
Reaching down I take the bottom into my feminized hand, the interaction just leaving my delicate fingers feeling wet rather than dealing with the static shocks from earlier. Whimpering I stretch the tight pair of briefs, droplets of water falling to the carpet below. Looking down at myself I quickly realize how poorly these will fit me, my hips and thighs being larger than those of the slender willowy woman on the other side of the mirror. Even if I managed to squeeze into them, the tiny bikini likely riding up my ass and digging into my hips, my cock would be on full display through the clingy material.
"He said..." I mutter, nudging the top with my foot. "He'd ask too many questions if...fuck"
Defeated I lower the bikini bottoms to the floor, stretching them out to the sides with both hands as I step in. Grinding and wriggling against the clingy material I slide it slowly up my legs, a subtle tingling following them up as small amounts of leg hair fall to the floor before vanishing entirely.
As they draw closer to my hips I'm forced to tug and pull with all my might, squeezing the briefs over my thicker hairy thighs and stretching them up over my crotch. Carefully, I begin to let the stretched elastic material come to rest against my hips, a hiss of discomfort escaping my lips as I feel the waistband immediately dig into my skin. My cock strains against the front of the bikini bottoms, threatening to fall out at a moments notice while distorting the fabric with its prominent bulge. My ass, lacking much in the way of muscle, is compressed and squeezed by the briefs as the edges of what should wrap and support the cheeks instead sink into the hairy supple flesh.
My lower body tingles ever so slightly, the feeling fading in my legs almost as soon as the briefs pass over them while building subtly where they come to rest.
With a deep breath I bend down to retrieve the top, groaning as I feel the bikini bottom immediately slide further in between my ass cheeks. Snatching up the top I quickly try to cover myself back up, my pulling and tugging at the back half causing my cock to peak out the front. No matter how hard I try I just can't find the balance, eventually deciding to deal with the comfort behind me rather than flashing people from the front.
With no small amount of struggling I force myself into the top, sliding my arms through the straps and wriggling as I try to get them both up simultaneously. Eventually I manage to get the empty cups in place over my chest, the dripping wet material basically serving to cover my nipples as the rest of my slender albeit soft and unfit body is left on full display. The back and shoulder straps dig into my skin, the additional thickness of my torso and broadness of my shoulders making it a balancing act between various levels of discomfort.
Glancing at my arms I immediately notice a reduction in the dark wiry hair on my arms, a few strands tumbling away before vanishing into nothingness. My chest tingles ever so slightly, focusing on my nipples and spreading around the cups and along the straps before radiating out.
Shifting awkwardly in place, pinching and fidgeting at the cold wet swimsuit, I look towards the proper door to the room. Whimpering nervously I begin to pace towards it, hitching my stride as I'm forced to adjust and dislodge the bikini after every few steps.
As I reach the door I pause, twisting around as I try to look for a key. After a frenzied cursory glance with my eyes I finally notice a small key with a number hanging from the end sitting in the door itself. Sighing to myself I pull the keys free, having to wrestle with it a little in order to draw it from the stiff lock.
With tentative steps I pull the door open, creeping into the hallway as I close and lock the door behind me.
The hall is just as it had been when I had arrived, the room I emerged from being at the end of the hall just as my own. A dark red carpet lines the oddly thin corridor of the old house turned hotel, the whole length of the four room hallway lit solely by the bright light streaming in through the many ornate windows with heavily chipping paint lining the left wall. The sound of the sea is even more apparent out here, the roiling ocean and pale sand being entirely visible from each of the windows.
With my head hung low I race towards the end of the hall and the staircase beyond, desperate to stay out of sight of any bystanders in my practically naked state. As I reach the stairs I quickly race down them, my feminized hand gliding along the polished thick wooden railing as I stumble down the steps.
Coming out into the entry hall turned hotel lobby I freeze up, my eyes falling onto the young woman in her mid-twenties behind the counter. Catching the movement in the corner of her eyes she gives me a warm smile, her eyes briefly darting over me as she fights back a smirk. Her auburn hair is cropped into an adorable pixie cut, her rather average and plain build covered by a pale blue tank top which is appropriate given the heat and lack of air-conditioning in the old property.
She waves at me politely with a tanned hand before holding them behind her back, pushing out her modest bust a little.
"Afternoon Miss" she chirps, the way she says my new pronoun sending a chill down my spine. "I think I saw your guy head out...that way..." she explains, leaning over the counter and revealing a pair of tight black gym shorts. She points towards the beach through the large open front doors, adjusting her direction as she tries to pinpoint where he went.
"I...uh...thanks..." I whimper, racing up past the counter nervously as I feel her eyes return to me.
"Are you okay miss, not feeling yourself?" she asks in a concerned manner, the corner of her lips quivering as she fights something back.
Freezing up a little I look at the attendant for a moment in confusion, something telling me there was more to her statement. "I...um...what do you..."
"You just seem a little off ma'am, sick or...never mind" the girl at the counter explains, grinning widely. "Enjoy your time at the beach"
Swallowing hard I simply nod in response, shuffling away and out the door as fast as I can while maintaining my modesty. Glancing over my shoulder I watch as the tanned girl waves as I leave, her lips twisting into a wry smirk as I reach the path leading from the hotel to the road and the beach beyond.
My blood runs cold as I inch my way out into the street, the hot and sunny day having drawn out much of the tourist town to either hit the beach or just enjoy the sunshine while out and about. Despite being a 6'4" man wrapped poorly in a bikini made for a far more slender and delicate woman no one bats an eye. Instead I watch as passersby only look at me with a mixture of envy or attraction.
Walking along the street, shoulders slumped forward and head hanging as low as I can, I head to the left of the hotel while scanning the beach for Mark. I can feel the sun quickly baking my skin, the harsh rays cooking my pale complexion while also working to dry the clump of dark wet hair at the back of my head.
Passing by a small general store, the aging wooden building covered in chipping white paint, I catch the sight of something in the glass. Freezing up I whip around, gasping loudly as my eyes go wide at the sight of my reflection. Standing there in faintly in the window is the sight of Emma, staring back at me in complete shock as she fills out her tight bikini with her generous chest and slender hips. Her eyes dart around along with my own, her jaw agape as both she and I struggle to fight back a terrified scream. Staring at her lips it finally clicks, my feminized right hand raising up to them as I feel my own soft plumped up and kissable lips.
"Are these...when he kissed..." I mutter under my breath, shivering as my blood runs cold at the thought of what could happen the longer I was here.
It finally made sense why no one was kicking up a stick about me out here dressed like this, the sight of a slender bombshell of course not causing a stir beyond lingering gazes. Looking at my cock and the reflection in the window I immediately notice a rather prominent camel toe, the outline of my reflection's tight new pussy refusing to not be one display much like my own thick bulge.
With a deep sigh and long inhale I turn away from the window, racing down the street with renewed vigor as my face grows red and flushed. My eyes dart over the beach, desperate to find Mark and to get him to help or at least to get the phone back from him.
Eventually I spy the messy tussled brown hair in the distance, the athletic young man resting on a towel beneath a beach umbrella in the distance. Practically squealing I run across the street, my feet burning as they hit the dark road before burning even more against the sun-baked sands.
As the bikini top rubs against my chest I can't help but let out a whimpering gasp, my nipples growing firm thanks to the mixture of frigid cold moisture and the grinding of the loose material against them. With each step I feel more and more of my chest hair get pulled free, the cups of the bikini top catching and tugging them free before the strands quickly evaporate into the air.
As I reach Mark I duck under the umbrella, sighing with relief as I feel the shade against my overly warm skin. Panting and sweating from a combination of the heat and the burst of physical activity I stand behind the athletic young man, my eyes lingering on her abs for a moment as I feel my cock shift awkwardly in the far too tight bikini bottoms.
Noticing my presence Mark turns around, his eyes immediately going to my crotch as his face begins to glow red. Clearing his throat he looks up at me, grinning awkwardly as his eyes struggle to not become glued to my chest.
"Um...babe...as much as I..." he begins to say, nodding down to the bikini bottoms as he takes the long road to bring the camel toe to my attention.
"I know..." I meekly state, cutting him off. "They're...um...too tight I guess..." I whimper, my voice breaking and pitching up the longer I talk. Clearing my throat I look around, spying the crepe pink phone case sitting by a bottle of sunscreen and a few cans of hard seltzer.
"Um...can I get...my phone back...babe?" I manage to wheeze out, my sentence grinding to a crawl as I call Mark a pet name in the hopes of improving my chances.
Looking up at me he just sighs, adjusting his position as he turns his body to face me before reaching out to clasp my left hand. I can't pull it away in time, his touch quickly causing a tingling to spread through my partially feminized hand as the nails begin to grow ever quicker and the lemonade pink nails develop thicker and thick layers of polish.
"Babe, it's our first day here. Let's just..." he states, keeping a cool and calm tone as he tries to coax me into seeing things from his perspective.
"I...uh...forgot to charge it last night..." I stammer out, my lip quivering as my voice seems to permanently slide an octave higher. "I was just gonna...gonna charge it and come back" I lie, glancing between his magnetic hazel eyes.
Mark pauses for a moment, his thumb running over my softened hand as the bones crunch and ache with each of his gentle caresses.
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