Isla Berlewda

K-T would stay on Isla Berlewda, the island they were currently on. His sister and her friends had also picked this island and Esmeralda their guide had told them that they had three bungalows just next to each other and sharing a small area with picnic tables and lounge chairs in-between of the three buildings.

Despite this small inconvenience K-T couldn't believe that he was lucky enough to come to this paradise. On the way to their rooms they passed many women that were topless in the streets and even a few that had not bothered with clothes at all. Esmeralda explained that since it was the main island with the capital on it, Isla Berlewda was fully clothing optional without any kind of restrictions on what people could wear. Once again it made K-T tick and he realized that he might have been quite lucky to pick this one, he really didn't want to know about these clothing restrictions on other islands, he was there with a suitcase full of clothes for perfectly normal vacations where he could dress normally.

They soon reached their spot and realized how luxurious it was, each bungalows had a huge common area and two bedrooms with their own bathrooms and king-size bed, the rooms were each bigger than K-T living room at home. They were close to the sea but also to various swimming pools some of them with awesome looking slides like in an aquapark but they were free to use them at any time. Esmeralda gave them each some plastic bracelets, due to the many tourists from all nationalities coming to the island and the difficulty to constantly change money in the local currency, the republic had recently stopped dealing with cash altogether. The bracelets had chips that would let them open their rooms door, show that some various activities were included in their package or even pay for what wasn't included. They even got a 100 dollar voucher in them already as part of their package, but pretty much anything on the island from activities to food and drinks was already included for free.

They each went to their rooms and K-T helped Lily with their bags before opening his own. Once he laid it on his bed to put away his clothes in his closet he noticed something strange. He had to double check that it was indeed his suitcase, but it was the right model, bore the same stickers and he opened it using his code. The contents were not the same as he left it at home.

Most or all of the clothes he had packed were gone, replaced by a bunch of girl clothes and things he had never seen before. When he turned his back he saw Emily and Jill looking at him with a smile.

"Oh K-T, we're just there to get our stuff back. The weight limits they put on luggage are insane these days, we couldn't fit everything in ours. So we put a few things in yours." explained Jill.

"Where are all my clothes? What did you do with my stuff?" asked K-T who was beginning to panic as his perfect vacation began to take an acrid and way too familiar taste.

"Well, we were only going to sneak a few items at first but then we noticed that you had no idea how to pack some luggage. You packed some jeans, a ton of t-shirts and all of your underwear for a beach vacation. Most of the stuff in your suitcase would have made a round trip without being worn once." said Emily.

"What Emily wants to say is that we removed a few useless items to make a bit more room for our things. You don't need so many stuffy clothes to be on the beach. You even packed two pajamas and I never saw you wear pajamas." said Jill. While talking to him they were emptying his suitcase of their clothes, putting them in two plastic bags they had brought with them. He couldn't believe they were talking about him bringing too many clothes when they were unable to fit their own in two bags each.

Once they were finishing he looked back at what seemed to be an empty suitcase. All that was left in there were two t-shirts, a few thong style swimsuits his aunt had bought him once and that he had never worn, two pareos and a pair of flip-flops. Gone were the pants, underwear, shirts, swim trunks and various other items he had packed.

"There's nothing left! What am I supposed to wear for 2 weeks?" he complained.

"Don't be childish. You have plenty to wear, with this weather you don't need more than a swinsuit and a pareo. And the hotel has a free laundry service. You grew up to have a nice body you don't have to hide it or be ashamed of it. Besides that, the guide told us that the island is clothing optional, you won't get in trouble no matter what you wear or don't wear. But we talked too much, we'll let you unpack and change out of these sweaty clothes. I'm pretty sure everyone is eager to hit the beach," said Jill before the two girls left him alone in his room.

As much as he hated the way she had said it, he really needed a shower if he didn't want to stink and his clothes were really sweaty from the trip and the heat since they had arrived. It had been his plan from the beginning to go to the beach as soon as they arrived, he just had expected to do so wearing the swim trunks he had packed. From the brochure he had learned that there were tunnels under the bungalows, letting them operate an automated laundry chute and dumb waiter for room service.

Finding the laundry chute in his bathroom K-T put the clothes he had traveled with in it, reasoning that the sooner he sent them, the earlier he would get them back. Unfortunately, being unfamiliar with the system, K-T completely missed the small pile of QR code bearing plastic bags on a shelf next to the chute and just sent his clothes down as is, with nothing on them to identify where they were from.

A relaxing shower later, K-T went back to his empty looking suitcase and resigned himself to the fact that he would have to wear the really embarrassing looking swimwear he had been saddled with when his sneaky relatives got rid of his swim trunks.

Calling them clothes was a rather bold exaggeration. There were three of them one white, one black and one red, they only consisted of a small pouch of fabric looking way too small to hide or contain anything, linked together by three flimsy bands of elastic material. The back would ride up his ass, leaving both cheek exposed and hiding little between them and on the front K-T had trouble imagining how he would fit a seven inches cock and some rather large balls into the pouch the size of the palm of his hand, let alone what would happen should he get hard wearing it.