Our trio makes it to the tropical paradise of Lazuna! A sea-side city-state where our heroes can relax and vacation in style. Our hero, Gar-- err, Greta, takes some lessons in relaxation and decides to try to make the best of her situation while going out for 'GIrls' Night' with her party. She didn't, however, expect swimsuit shopping to be on the list of activities. ~~~

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‘This is my life now, isn’t it?’ Greta mused, standing with her hands held before her face, examining the dainty digits. She was starting to think she’d never be male again. A quick inspection atop her head and at her rear confirmed the cat traits she was already sure of. This was a joke, right? Someone was playing a prank on her? No-- it was not.

As Chalce and Ingrid popped out of the portal, they took a moment to get their bearings straight before glancing around to determine where they were. Chalce blinked in confusion, reaching up to touch a pair of fluffy orange fox ears atop her head. “O-- oh!!” She squeaked as her shaggy tail swished about and splashed the water. “Cool! I bet I’m adorable!” She cheered, throwing her arms up in triumph.

Ingrid was back to her original slime form and she offered Chalce a warm smile. “You are very cute. I’m glad you’re happy with your new features,” she said gently before looking toward Greta. “And you’re-- ooooh…” She hesitated and tried to figure out the right words of sympathy. “For what it’s worth, you’re an extremely cute cat girl, Gar-- err, Greta?” She wasn’t sure how to refer to her.

Greta stood completely unamused, cupping her breasts through her wet top and wincing at their sensitivity. She tried to tell herself she needed to get over herself-- to just accept she had no autonomy when it came to her physical sex and form any longer and that the journey’s end would justify the means. Getting stuck in sultry female bodies was a mere hurdle on the roard toward completing the Trials of Gaia. “It’s fine… When we pass the trials, none of this will even matter,” she insisted.

“Wow!! Yeah! You’re really super cute!” Chalce cheered, wrapping her arms around Greta in a great hug. “This is supposed to be a vacation or whatever, so let’s enjoy ourselves,” she insisted as her tail gleefully wagged.

Greta winced and shifted uncomfortably, ignoring the warmth between her thighs and her sensitive, hardened nipples chafing against damp fabric. She couldn’t stop thinking about her time as a succubus; she had given in and accepted male mates. Not only that, but it had felt incredible; being filled, stretched, and handled by large masculine beings while the tension and pleasure mounted within the core of her very being. As her mind wandered, she suddenly shook her head, biting her lip while pushing her legs together. ‘No-- no… I can’t think about that. I did what I had to-- it was for the trial, that’s all.’ She pulled away from Chlace with a small grunt. “Great… Yeah, vacation,” she muttered.

“Hey!!” A shirtless, tanned man with shaggy deep red hair and gray eyes approached. He had a long, shaggy wolf tail and ears atop his head. “I’m Aran! The shore watch guard captain here at Lazuna. You must be the trial-goers; are all of you okay? Let’s get you out of the wate and dried off,” he insisted.

“Lazuna…” Greta murmured, recalling where she heard that name before. Yes, this was certainly a city within the prime material plane. She had heard stories of a tropical paradise inhabited by a variety of races living in harmony, many of whom were demi-humans with varying beast traits. “Yeah, that’s right… Apparently this is our vacation or whatever. Not being wet sounds great,” she agreed.

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Half an hour later, the trio arrived at a high-end beachside inn, with decor fitting the tropical landscape. Motifs of shells, rolling waves, and warm-weather greenery coexisted with ornate tile flooring and furniture of masterfully carved wood.

Aran led them up a flight of stairs and down a hall, with Greta wincing the whole way. Her tits bounced and rubbed uncomfortably against her damp top, and her ass jiggled in harmony with the natural sway of her sultry hips. ‘Will I ever get used to how female bodies move?’ She lamented, picking at her top to pull the wet fabric away from her chest.

“Here we are,” Aran said with a smile, opening a door near the hallway’s end. “You will stay here for free while you stay at Lazuna. Any clothes, food, or leisurely activities will be comped by us.”

“Wooooah!” Chalce sprinted into their new dwelling and looked around with a vibrant look of awe. It was far more than a simple inn room, and more like an entire house within the seaside resort. The decor matched what they had seen so far, and amenities were top class. There was a fully functional kitchen, couches and comfy furniture, an upstairs level and halls on the left and right.

“Down the hall to the left, you have access to a private hotspring. There are leisure rooms, bed rooms upstairs, and more you can explore.” He walked over to a coffee table situated in front of a couch and gestured to three ornate, light blue bells. “These bells are enchanted. Ring one three times and an attendant will arrive within five minutes to assist you. You can request food, tours of Lazuna, suggestions, transportation-- anything you could need while staying here.”

Ingrid beamed, taking in the sights around her before turning her focus to Aran. “If you don’t mind me asking, why do you give so much to trial goers like us at no cost? Is it just tradition?” She asked curiously.

Aran laughed. “Partially. When we take care of trial goers as guests, Lazuna and the surroudning lands receive Gaia’s blessing for the next year. Crops flourish, the sick recover at a faster rate, etcetera. We see the coming of trial goers like yourself as a blessing.”

Greta took a slow breath. At least they had that silver lining. Everyone in Lazuna would be eager to treat them nicely; perhaps she could find a way to relax despite being so far separated from her male body. It wasn’t like being female was some horrible curse; plenty of people were not only women, but very much enjoyed being women.

“I’m going to check out the hotspring!” Chalce chimed as she trotted down the hallway without a second thought.

Ingrid took this opportunity to place a hand on Greta’s shoulder with a warm smile. “Sweetheart… I know this is rought for you, but I genuinely think you should try to take a deep breath and enjoy yourself. You’re not defined by your anatomy; you’re still the same person you’ve always been even if you happen to be quite the attractive cat girl,” she said with a slightly teasing grin.

Greta blushed and turned her head away. “I just-- I don’t know,” she groaned.

“Let’s get you dried off,” Ingrid suggested, taking Greta’s hand as she pulled her up the stairs. After finding a bedroom, Ingrid closed the door and reached over, grabbing the hem of Greta’s shirt. “This is coming off.”

“W-- wait-- I… Okay…” Greta conceded with a bashful squeak as Ingrid stripped her down, leaving her completely nude. The cool air caressed her supple curves, causing her nipples to further harden.

“Here.” Ingrid pulled a towel from one of the drawers and handed it to her companion.

Greta hesitated before nodding and accepting the towel, slowly and carefully drying her body. Maneuvering around her tits was a pain, but it had to be done. “Thanks. This is just a body-- my current body. I still have to take care of myself,” she muttered.

“That’s right,” Ingrid agreed, taking a seat on the bed. “We should enjoy a nice girls’ night. Let Chalce and myself show you how to relax and enjoy yourself. Once we pass the trials, you’ll definitely be able to take your form of choice. Even if you’re stuck as a woman during the trials, you can treat this time spent like a distant memory and an experience you’ll never forget.”

Greta toweled most of her body but decided her warm, tingly nethers could deal with a little dampness; she didn’t particularly wish to dry her vulva. “I mean-- yeah… I know you’re right,” Greta conceded as she grabbed a robe from a nearby rack and quickly fastened it, pulling her tail through the convenient opening in the back. “Neither of you will laugh at me or tease me for trying to enjoy this potential girls’ night, then?” She asled self consciously. She didn’t want to admit how nice the idea of letting go and relaxing was. Female or otherwise, she was in dire need of some relaxation.

“I promise neither of us will tease you. I’ll talk to Chalce and if she acts up, I’ll publicly humiliate her,” she said with a devilish grin.

Greta’s ears perked as she faced Ingrid with an incredulous look. “You know. I’ll just trust you and not ask any further questions,” she said as a weak smile spread across her face.

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The three women walked down the busy shopping district sidewalk, where people of all races laughed and smiled.

Greta’s tail hung low as she fidgeted with the hem of her long tunic, which fit more like a short dress. She had shorts underneath, but much of her thighs and legs showed. “Maybe we should eat?” She suggested, hoping to sit down somewhere that eyes couldn’t wander.

“Yeah!!! Let’s eat!” Chalce beamed. She wore an amber orange off-shoulder sundress that matched her hair and fur color nicely.

Before long, the three were sitting in a cafe where Greta conceded to trying some decadent desserts. Upon sticking a spoonful of tiramisu into her mouth, her eyes widened and her ears perked. “Oh-- that’s good!” She chimed, shoving another spoonful into her mouth as the tip of her tail flicked about. As the minutes passed, she fell further into the fantasy of being a cute woman out with her friends. She could eat cute desserts, show adorable mannerisms, and exist in any way she saw fit without anyone batting an eye.

“Lemme try!” Chalce shoved a spoonful into her mouth and had a similar reaction. “You’re right! Amazing…” She cooed, taking in the decadent flavor.

As they chatted and enjoyed themselves, Greta found herself smiling more than she would have expected. The food was great, the weather was incredible, and everyone had been nothing but nice to them. ‘Maybe this isn’t so awful,’ she conceded while memories of her time as a succubus flitted through her mind. Her cheeks flushed crimson and she quickly shook her head while forcing those thoughts away. As much as she tried to deny it, she couldn’t pretend that sex as a woman hadn’t felt good. Whether it was penetration, egg-laying, clitorial stimulation-- any of it. The thought brought a hot tingle pulsing through her nethers, causing her to push her legs together in embarrassment. ‘What’s happening to me?’ She huffed but quickly repressed the thought. Ingrid was right; when the trials ended, these moments as a woman would become a distant memory.

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“Tah-dah!!” Ingrid stepped out of the changing room with a deep purple bikini clinging to her supple, translucent curves, her tits bouncing with a healthy jiggle.

“You’re so damn sexy!” Chalce balked. “How can you wear clothes??? Don’t they just sink into your slime body or whatever?” She asked with genuine curiosity.

Ingrid giggled. “I can change the consistency… I simply make my outer-most layer into a thin skin-like membrane with all my precious slime contained beneath. Have a feel if you want,” she insisted.

Chalce eagerly accepted as she leaned forward and brushed a hand over Ingrid’s arm. “You’re right-- you’re cool to the touch, but not wet at all.”

Greta watched the interaction, feeling a pang of embarrassment. Glancing around, she saw racks of female clothes, and more specifically, swimsuits in the immediate vicinity. Should she be here? Was this remotely okay?

“Chalce… Go pick yourself out a swimsuit now, okay? Or a few to try on,” Ingrid suggested with a maternal air to her voice.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Chalce agreed with a sly grin that showed off her fox fangs. “Loosen up and relax, okay? You’re too sexy to be a stick in the mud,” she said to Greta with huff before trotting off.

Greta grumbled. “Yeah, yeah…” As she turned toward Ingrid, she saw the slime woman holding a snow-white bikini with a devilish grin.

“Let’s go to the dressing room,” Ingrid cooed, grabbing Gareth’s hand and pulling her ithrough the door.

“B-- But-- wait!” Greta squeaked as she was pulled in and the door was closed behind them. Despite her protest, she didn’t put up too much of a fight. A small nagging in the back of her head insisted it might be fun to let Ingrid take charge. Was that wrong of her? She could barely comprehend these emotions.

“Okay… These are coming off now,” Ingrid purred, starting to undress the reluctant Greta. Before long, Greta stood naked in a state of befuddlement. Ingrid ushered words of encouragement as a small bikini top was strapped around her round, shapely tits and fastened into place. “Eeep!” Greta gasped, feeling the taut fabric cover her perky nipples. Next, she obeyed Ingrid’s next command while biting her lip, adjusting her legs as the slime woman pulled the bottom up.

Greta was about to pull away and go on a tirade about how this was all too much, but ultimately didn’t make a decision quickly enough. The bikini bottom snapped into place, hugging her taut, feminine flesh as a mirthy warm pulse rippled through her vulva. In a swimsuit so tight, there would be no denying her femininity to anyone who looked; there was simply no place she could be tucking or hiding her non-existent manhood.

“Look how beautiful you are,” Ingrid said brightly, grabbing Greta’s shoulders and facing her toward the mirror.

Greta turned toward the mirror and stared in abject awe. A beautiful goddess peered back at her, with flawless pale flesh, wide hips and plump breasts that perfectly filled her bikini. Her shape was impeccable, with a taut, slightly toned ummy, a tight waist, and an ass that jiggled just slightly with every momvent. “This-- this is me?...” She gasped, reaching a hand out and placing it on the mirror, watching as her reflection did the same. Arousal swirled within her, causing her clit to throb. Her nipple similarly hardened at the sight of such gorgeousness. At that moment, a single, almost silent thought wafted through the back of her mind. ‘Would existing like this really be so bad?’