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Get Out of The Water

“Oh my God, John! Get out of the water! Quick!” Jennifer screamed to her husband as she ran out of their holiday home. John swam over to the edge of the pool, wondering what was up with her wife. As he pulled his body out of the water and sat on the edge he could not believe how great his body felt. Sure it was a shock to turn into a woman when he went for a swim this morning. But it was not the first time it had happened. One of the reasons he and his wife came here every year was because it was so close to bikini beach. Spending a few days as a woman each year did wonders for their marriage and their sex life. And so John was not too concerned about being a woman. He knew that he could just go to bikini beach in a few days, once he had grown tired of his boobs and pussy, and turn back into his old self. “Get out of the pool!” Jennifer screamed at John as she got closer. “What’s the matter, babe?”John asked smiling. “I just got off the phone with Bikini Beach. The leakage! They can’t control the dose you get! The more you absorb the longer you’ll be a woman! If you absorb too much you’ll be stuck!” Jennifer explained. “How long have you been swimming in the pool?” she asked. “I… have been swimming for half an hour. How long will I be stuck like this?!” John asked. “Oh god… they said that after only a few minutes you would be… god… I’m sorry. You’ll have to get used to wearing a bikini top here and a bra once we are back home.” Jennifer cried. John looked at his wife in disbelief. Sure he enjoyed being a woman a few days a year. But after only a few days he already started to get annoyed by it. The weight of his breasts. His wife always trying to get him to wear an uncomfortable bra to cover them up. The way men looked at him. His smaller and weaker frame. No, he did not want to be a woman for the rest of his life. But he will not be able to change that.

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