Beach Babe

Matt scrambled to open the purse, and dug out the phone. Once again his nails had trouble working the interface as he tried to find these bio-whatever settings needed.

Once again though, a woman getting frustrated with technology sent out a signal that Matt didn't really want.

"Hey, having any trouble?"

A surfer dude with sandy blonde hair, sauntering slightly closer.

Matt **** a smile. "No it's fine!"

"You sure? Don't want someone like you looking so frustrated," he said putting on a casual swagger.

"Yes, really!" Matt replied, probably more prickly than expected, but understandable given everything.

"Okay take it easy," and mercifully he turned an left with the occasional look back.

Matt exhaled what breath he had. He looked down and reminded himself, this body had been everything HE designed, HE had wanted. The proportions, the face, the hair. He'd been lusting over this body when it was just a photograph and now he was wearing it and presenting it in full view to everyone. Ironically, he was the one person not getting a full view of it.

With frustration he dropped the phone back into his bag and just lay back on the pink towel, purple text still on full display, beside the umbrella.

Lying down on the ground, maybe fewer people would see him. He felt the warmth of the sun and closed his eyes. Unfortunately that just meant his eyelid display popped up. Frustrated, he took off his glasses and was about to see if he could make his shawl into a blindfold... when thankfully the display went black and he just relaxed.

Somehow he could still fee the warmth of the sun, hear the sounds of the beach and sea around him. Keeping his eyes closed, finally having a chance for the completely new proportions and shape of his body to sink in. The big chest, the padded rear, both exaggerating every small move he made. Matt tried to just lie there, making as little movement as possible.

Two hours, two hours this. Just of laying here like as a beauty on the beach... If he just avoided giving off signals, maybe he could get away with it. Not that his entire body wasn't just one massive signal....

Turning ever so slightly, the display popped up and once again, he was reminded. Glances from men walking along, some from men heading out to surf, and at least one guy on a sunlounger nearby. Eligibility criteria seemed to pop up and in a bout of frustration Matt just desperately looked straight up into the sky.

He didn't need to know about all these men. He didn't want to feel like his entire purpose here was for taunting a bunch of men until finding an approved one.

He needed to get out of this, but instinctively he knew his options were grim. This SynthSkin and SynthHair had been powerful, he wasn't going to get it off by a shower, and he was already integrated with a system that he didn't fully understand.

Breaking the schedule completely seemed off the table, but maybe he could ease things in the short term? First that app when he had a moment to adjust the bio things, and then the email so he could customise the schedule more.

But the holiday itself, damn, this was meant to be a fun break and it was more stressful then ever. There's gotta be a way to get this under control, have some fun. He'd have to see if....

He felt a shadow over him. Turning his head slightly, his display kicked in and hilighted the form that now towered over. It definitely counted as a "hunk."

"Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I just noticed..."

Matt opened his eyes, ready to prepare the best scowl he could ready...

"You're going to have really terrible tan lines with that!"

Matt was taken off guard, "Sorry?"

The man crouched down, leaving Matt with a clear view of his six pack and chest. The man lightly took Matt's shawl that had been casually over his shoulders, and then carefully removed it. "You don't want your chest tanned but your shoulder's bare."

"Oh."

"Also, this?" he pointed to the sarong. "It's really going to mess up your thighs if you tan with it on."

Matt squashed down his embarrassment and conceded the point. If he was going to pretend to be a beach babe, he at least wanted to pretend to be a competent one. Sitting up slightly, he untied his loosely tied sarong and put it aside with the shawl. Anticipating the next objection, he attempted to undo his shoes too, but found the clasps seemed to escape his manicured fingers.

"Here, allow me..." and the man reached over and carefully unstrapped both shoes and took them off.

Matt **** a smile, more grateful looking this time. "Thank you."

"Hey, a bad tan can ruin a good vacation. Just wanted to save you the trouble."

Matt tried to be casual. "Yeah, I guess I was so **** to get some sunbathing in, just... went a bit too fast I guess!"

"But you applied sun cream though, right?"