I cover myself as best I can withone arm and shoo them away with the other. Modesty and shame quicklykick in and they avert their eyes.Alright, time f...r a more thorough check. Face feels completely familiar.Hair too, shoulder length, blonde. Glasses too large, but myopia seemsunchanged. Clothes warped, don't quite fit my form. Slim arms and legs,whole body fit and smooth, no notable scarring. Two breasts, one vagina.Ten toes as well. All standard to human norms, according to both my mindand the. It was then that I noticed how small Joyce was she was only about 5 feet 2 inches tall and was front heavy, just like Bette who was about 5 feet 7 inches tall. They both wore dresses, calf length, with low heeled shoes and stockings. "Put you pack in the trailer it will be safe there," Bette said to me as we walked to the rear of the trailer where she unlocked the gate. Inside was various loose items as well as two trial bikes and I placed my backpack among the other items.The inside was like a. And calculated his every move in details, how and when to strike.With a wicked grin suddenly appeared around his face.He then slowly made his way nearer to the object of his lust.He made himself noticed by making a fake coughing,which startled the woman near her and momentarily stopped from her swim.Isabel was so shocked and trying put into cover but to no avail.She had no choice but to raise her chin up and made a face to the man standing in front of her.No choice but to brave her exit. ’ My brow piqued. ‘And to the latter?’ Breathing in deep, she sat up straight and rigid. ‘I can hold my own well enough.’ She began to offer a half smile, then thought better of the choice, instead, she turned her attention to her purse where she dug out the once-worn lipstick. Irritated, I smacked the small tube from her hand. My eyes were large and wild as I looked down upon her like a petulant child. ‘Don’t!’ I did not yell at her, in fact, the tone of my voice barely rose an octave as I’d.