You're driving down the highway in a convertible, Emily is riding shotgun, and Tom is in the back. The wind is blowing through your hair, as your large sunglasses are protecting your eyes from squinting. There is a bright wide smile as the sun bounces off your skin.
Emily looks at you and smiles. "Spring-break here we come." she says in her less than modest clothing.
"I know, it's going to be great." you say.
"I'll say." says Tom leaning forward. "I'm going to be surrounded by hot chicks all week long. Starting with you two here."
"Stop that." you say. Then you notice that your voice sounds different.
"I mean it Alex, if you and Amy didn't rent this car, I wouldn't have been able to go to my Uncles place."
You just noticed that your fingernails are pained a reddish-pink, and that your hair is much longer than usual. You look down and seem shocked that you're in a one piece swimsuit, and that you have ample breasts.
"LOOK OUT!" Emily shouts, as you look away from your cleavage to see you've drifted into the oncoming lane, with a truck racing down at you.
You quickly swerve out of the way as the truck lets out two honks.
"JESUS! THAT WAS CLOSE!" pants Emily.
"I'm sorry." you say, guilt ridden.
"Sorry, you were staring at your own breasts!" Emily says.
"I just want both you girls to know that I refrained from making a joke about female drivers." Tom says.
"Shut up." you and Emily reply in unison.
The next think you know you are on a crowded beach with some crappy pop band playing. Everyone is bumping and grinding against you.
"What the hell am I doing?" you think.
"This is so much fun." Emily says, yelling to be heard over the music.
"Totally." you reply as some stranger starts to rub his ass against yours.
You look down, you're in a two piece bikini. You probably want the attention.
It feels so weird to see Emily dressed down to her bathing suit, and not get an erection.
It also feel weird to have someone push up against your ass, which it rounder than before.
"Alright ladies, show me your breasts." the lead singer yells as the song finishes.
Half the girls in the crowd show their nipples. You're hesitant, but everyone else is doing it. Eventually you lift up your shirt, but look over to see Emily looking at you in shock.
"You're such a slut." she says.
"But all the other girls were doing it!" you protest.
"Why did you even lift up your shirt when he told you?" Emily asks, pointing at the lead singer of the band.
"Because he has a guitar?"
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