One of the girls was an extremely beautiful, auburn haired, young lady that looked to be in her late teens. She had milky white skin and it appeared t... be covered with freckles giving her an incredibly sexy look. Both the females were scantily dressed similar to me. The younger one had on a mini skirt with a sheer tank top and was obviously braless. Her breasts were somewhat firm and large for her slight frame. They set high on her chest with large nipples that were visible through the flimsy. Her parents seemed to argue all the time and the love they once had for each other quickly vanished. Mary had dreams of traveling the world and for this she had done her best in high school to go to college and get scholarships. She wanted to study abroad and she was finally going to realize her dream of going to another country. Starting next semester she would be studying in England. Since Mary was feeling a lot better I assumed she would be leaving soon but I found myself not wanting her to. And paused. Part of my mind was screaming at me to take itoff, but another, stronger part was arguing otherwise. What harm couldit do to leave it on a while longer, after all? So I'd be even morecomfortable as a woman, find myself growing more feminine, but so what?Since I'd taken on female form, were these such bad things to havehappen? However far I let this go, I could always reverse those changeslater, after all. So I left the medallion there, pressed against mybreasts and working its. My interpretation; she wanted to crush her breasts behind my back, I liked it. One day when I was going to take a rowboat in the Berthier Islands, she called out to me, she wanted to know what I was going to do. I invited her, she told me she was putting on her swimsuit and would be there in two minutes. The day was perfect for sunbathing, as soon as she got on board she subtly showed me her one-piece (that was the end of the 80's) that she filled well. Here we are, the wind, the sun, the heat.