The wind was getting stronger and I could feel it on my skin, my long hair began to develop in the wind and fell into my eyes and mouth.

I looked at myself for a few seconds, my breathing quickened and my heart began to beat faster, but I pulled myself together and decided to eat, that this was all just a game of my imagination. I pulled the other strap of my dress and slowly pulled it down.

I felt the fabric of the dress touch my chest, pressing it against me. When the tissue touched the nipples of the breast, I felt a strange sensation, similar to arousal. Finally I pulled down my dress. My chest was not covered by anything and I felt it, felt how heavy it was and how it was pulling my skin down. I felt it as if it were part of my body. The wind gave me goosebumps and started to freeze.

I touched my chest, my skin squeezed by the pressure of my finger. It was soft and tender flesh. No, no, no, it can't be. I decided to check if there was anything masculine here and bent over to look under the skirt. My chest swayed unusually with these movements. When I checked whether my male device remained with me, I felt how my chest and hands touch each other.

I heard someone hanging in the distance. It was not an ordinary whistle as if someone was calling me, it was a whistle as if someone appreciated me as a beautiful girl.

I immediately stopped my research and turned my head towards the sound. In the distance I saw two guys who were looking at me and smiling. I had to do something, but I don't believe that all this is possible. Guys don't just turn into busty girls on the beach, it's all some kind of bullshit!

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