Andrea gets ‘her’ tan topped up

“In fact, her tan needs a top-up; why don’t you give her five minutes in a booth while I go and prepare some things upstairs?”, Charlene ordered the bubbly receptionist.

“Yuuusssss! Thank you, Charlene! This way, Andrew, oopsie, I mean Andrea!”.

Andrea had no time to object as Vicki grabbed ‘her’ wrist and carefreely dragged ‘her’ upstairs to the tanning salon.

Vicki handed Andrea a bottle of tanning lotion and instructed ‘her’ to strip.

“What, like here, in front of you?”.

“We’re both girls, and I’ve like seen you naked before. Unless you’re still totally crushing on me and don’t wanna show me that cute boner of yours again *tee-hee*”.

Wishing to abort the conversation, Andrea complied.

“I’m into guys now anyway”.

“Ooh, you dating anyone?”.

“…kinda.”

“Who’s the lucky guy. Is it Brian?”

“N-no!”.

“It’s totally him, isn’t it! You two have been besties for like forever! I always thought you’d make a cute couple! I’m so happy for you, babes!”.

Not only was it embarrassment Andrea felt speaking with this dullard, but annoyance at how vapid Vicki sounded, minutely aware that ‘she’ herself spoke and acted in much the same manner when portraying ‘Andrea’.

As Andrea tanned, Vicki bombarded ‘her’ with more questions, ‘her’ answers curt and to the point, but as ‘she’ became worn down mentally, ‘she’ slipped completely into the ‘Andrea’ speech and thought pattern to bring ‘herself’ down to Vicki’s level and relieve some of the mental burden.

After the tanning had taken its course, Andrea applied some after-tan solution all over ‘her’ skin and was brought to the room where injectable beauty products were administered, still talking with Vicki as ‘she’ took off ‘her’ top and bra and laid down upon a padded table, putting on an eye-mask to shield ‘her’ eyes from the bright lamp above as ‘her’ mother instructed.