"O.M.G. like, I totes get what you're saying about wearing a bikini being empowering and not slutty. It's like, we can feel confident and powerful while showing off our hot bods! But right now, it's like totally winter and I'm literally freezing my booty off. Can you believe it? I mean, I love dressing up and looking cute and all, but my health and comfort come first, ya know?

So, like, can I pleeease put on something warmer? I mean, I'll still be a girl and dress all feminine and stuff, but I just need to warm up before I turn into an icicle! Maybe we can find something that's like, stylish AND cozy? Like a cute sweater or a fuzzy jacket? I don't wanna sacrifice style for comfort, but there's gotta be a way we can have both, right?

I mean, I don't wanna be a party pooper or anything, but like, it's hard to have fun when you're shivering and can't feel your toes, you know what I'm saying? So if we could find a way to balance fashion and function, that would be amaaazing. Plus, if I'm warm and cozy, I'll be in a better mood and we can like, totally have a blast together! So can we please find something cute AND warm for me to wear? Pretty please with a cherry on top!" I said, I couldn't believe that was how I sounded now.
My inner voice was so toxic, I had no idea she existed until now. She'd been hiding inside of me this whole time, and I thought I knew myself well enough to realize when I was being a bitch. But nope, turns out I didn't even recognize the real me anymore. My inner self-talk was so nasty, I didn't recognize my own words.

But then again, maybe this is what it feels like to be a woman?
"Okay, so I gotcha," Martin said, "you want to be comfortable and warm, but you're worried about sacrificing your femininity, eh? Well, since you've already gone through the trouble of getting ready for our beach day, why don't you take a shower and change into one of these sweaters I brought along?" He handed me the pile he'd found in his bag. "They're all pretty comfy, and they're long enough that you won't be freezing your butt off."
As much as I wanted to be fashionable, I also felt bad about being cold, so I took his advice and changed into one of the sweaters. I really liked them because they were soft and fluffy, and I loved how warm and snuggly they made me feel. Plus, they looked super cute on me, too! They definitely weren't frumpy like I expected from a sweater, and I appreciated that Martin picked out ones that weren't too revealing either. This was perfect!
After changing, I hopped into the car and we drove over to the beach. The sun was shining brightly, so I kept my eyes closed and tried to enjoy the warmth of the sun on my face. It felt nice, but it wasn't nearly as satisfying as the feeling of the sun on my skin. If only I could feel the sun on my bare body...
"Oh, hey, you opened your eyes!" Martin said, startling me with his voice, "You look sooo cute when you do that, by the way! Are you enjoying the weather?"
"Yeah, it's amazing out here today," I told him, "I wish I could be outside without having to worry about being chilly, Maybe someone snuggling?"
"Well, I'm not sure I'm allowed to do that..."
"Why not?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him, "It's okay if you do it, right?"
"Are you trying to seduce me?" He asked, chuckling nervously, "I mean, I guess I can't blame you, you are a pretty sexy chick after all," he smiled, but it was kind of awkward and forced, "but I think this is more for you than for me, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, um... I see..." I said awkwardly, "So, should we go back to the house? I'm kinda cold, and I feel weird wearing a sweater in public, y'know?"
"Huh?" He said, confused, "What do you mean 'weird'?
"duuh helllo, remember I'm like not actually a girl we used a spell to swap my body with a paralell universe where I was a bikini model" I reminded him, "I'm supposed to be a slender and curvaceous blonde bombshell who dresses in like skimpy bikinis all the time. Trish wanted to show me how empowering it was"
"Ah, yeah, I remember," he nodded, "right, uh, well... I guess we could try going back to the house. If you want to, that is. I dunno if I can swing a full-on threesome, especially since we haven't done it before, but I'm game if you are."
"Ugh, this is so frustrating," I muttered, "I can't believe I didn't realize sooner. You guys tricked me into doing things I hate, and now I feel like a total hypocrite. I can't wait to switch back so I can stop feeling like such a bitch, but I'm sick of being cold. I wanna stay out here longer, and I wanna be able to feel the sun on my skin."
Martin sighed, "Okay, fine, I'll find a way to make sure you stay warm, but let's do a little experiment first. Let's take some photos of us at the beach. We can use those to replace any pictures you don't want to lose, and it will help me figure out how to keep you warm. That way, we'll both win." He pulled out his phone and began taking pictures of us at the beach.
"That's like so smart" I heard myself say
"Maybe take off your top and let the sun warm you?" He suggested, "We can always put it back on later if it gets too cold."
"Oh, yeah, sure," I agreed, "That sounds good! Thanks, Martin, I appreciate it!"