Sure. Jamie's feeling much better, after all.

"Uh, yeah!" Almost stumbling, Jamie quickly stepped over to the others, soon joined by Micaela, who pulled the futa in a loose embrace. "S-so, what was that noise back there?"

"No idea." Jenny pulled a face, leaning against the counter. "Whoever it was, they were long gone when we got there. Made a mess out of the boxes with old clothes I wanted to donate today, though."

"Damn." Micaela clicked her tongue. "Need help tidying up?"

"Thanks, but Monica already did. All good."

"No problem at all." Monica crossed her arms and grinned. "You know, as thanks, you could promise--"

"Nnnope, not happening. I can't promise you that, but I've been thinking: I will tell my partners about what's happened to me and would then happen to them." Jenny stepped back behind the counter, tidying up a few odds and ends. "After all, this stuff is basically an STT - a sexually transmitted transformation. Not nasty like STDs, but still something you'd need to consent to."

"Hey, I... I didn't know!" Cringing under Jenny's pointed look in her direction, Jamie hid behind Micaela. "I'm sorry!"

"You're lucky I like my new ass." Slapping the voluminous behind in question, Jenny winked at Jamie. "But I'd be much more inclined to forgive you if you bought something else from me. We got a new shipment of parasols that would go great with your dress!"

In the end, Micaela let herself be badgered into buying her guapa a white, frilly parasol before Jenny shooed the four other women out of the store to take care of a group of tourists that had entered while the latina picked out the parasol. She did have to work for a living, she had said, but they had all exchanged numbers and promised to meet for something yet to be defined to talk further. Monica was very obviously not happy with how the meeting had gone - it was pretty clear that Jenny would not do much to limit the possible spreading of the changes. But there was nothing they could do to **** Jenny - not that they wanted - and having sex with consenting adults wasn't exactly illegal, even if they would end up with bigger bits afterwards. Once outside, Jamie realized that they had no idea what to do - sure, they could aimlessly walk around town and hope to run into a surfer dude with big tits, but that would very likely be a waste of a perfectly good day of summer. Luckily, Addie had an idea how they could at least try and get a lead about Chris.

"Listen, guys, I need to start my stream soon, I lost enough time on the air as it is." Using her phone camera as a mirror to fix her makeup and hair, Addie turned to the others. "But, I've been thinking: I have thousands of viewers."

"Showoff," Micaela teased, earning a chuckle from Monica and a proud grin from Addie.

"Hey, if you got it, flaunt it! Anyways, that's a lot of reach. I'm going to ask my audience if someone knows Chris, say I met him and he lost something I wanna give him back. What do you think, good idea?"

"Might work," Monica mused. "Best chance we have right now, I guess."

"Aww, don't be like that, Monica." Addie, who could read her lover's mood easily, snuggled up to her mother, smotherin the older woman's arm in a soft tit. "I know it didn't go that well with Jenny, but she could have gone straight to the cops or something."

"True, I guess. We should meet her again soon, maybe there's a way to convince her... Okay. Good. Beach. Stream. Let's go."

Determined to have a good time with her lover and newfound friends, Monica strode ahead, Addie clinging to her arm and Jamie following closely behind, sharing the shade of her new parasol with Micaela. Once again, the weirdness of the whole situation hit her - here she was, more or less female except for an additional appendage swinging freely under her petticoats after more than eighteen years as a guy, walking along the boardwalk with a smoking hot girlfriend and equally attractive new friends, on a mission to keep what could be interpreted as a biohazard outbreak contained. Of course, the effects of said 'hazard' were by and large positive as far as she knew, but it still made the futa's mind reel.

"You okay, guapa?" Taking Jamie's hand to squeeze it lightly, Micaela looked into her girlfriend's eyes with worry. "You're not looking so good."

"Nah, it's alright... Just a bit much, getting used to my new life." Jamie smiled and leaned over, giving Micaela a quick peck on the lips. "Thanks for worrying about me."

"De nada, Jamie. Anytime."

At the beach, all four changed into their swimsuits at the by now infamous changing shed - Addie into another outrageously skimpy, red string bikini, Monica into a more modest one piece that showed off her muscles, Micaela was wearing a bikini that had obviously been bought before her increase in bust size judging by the way her tits bulged from the cups, and Jamie cursed the fact that the frilly hem of her own one piece was so short. The pareo of her bikini hid everything below quite well; with the one piece, lying down without flashing her bulge to the whole beach was pretty much impossible, even sitting proved to be a challenge. It had looked so pretty in the boutique! But there, she'd only been standing...

"Alright, are you guys ready?" Addie and Monica had pulled out their phones and a bunch of power banks to keep them powered. "I'll start the stream - by the way, Micaela, are you okay with appearing on stream? If not, we'll have to film around you."