There's quite a few people, the chances aren't all that bad.

The problems for Angie began when they went to pay. He'd cleaned himself up with some paper towels Janet had brought to him from the restrooms, saying something about being unwilling for the femboy to ruin the clothes she'd so graciously provided him with.

But now, standing behind his cousin in front of the counter, Angie felt so incredibly exposed in his three slingshots, particularly with the guy manning the register throwing glances his Angie's way that were somewhere between flabbergasted and downright lustful. It was... uncomfortably exciting, Angie's boyclit threatening to lift his bikini bottoms, only failing due to the femboy's minuscule size. It was still unbearably hard.

Luckily, Janet took care of talking, paying, and making sure all the sales clerk did was ogle, but still, Angie felt the man's eyes on is jiggling ass cheeks as they left the store and crossed the street before walking down one of the wooden stairs to the beach proper. Angie was mortified to find that he had to hold on to his tits as he went down the steps, with the first alone being enough to jiggle himself free of the poor excuse for cups his bikini sported.

"I am SO glad I bought this for you, Angie dear." A fact that Janet didn't miss, of course. "Best investment ever. Now, let's see. Someone on this beach must have an idea how to make you milky."

Looking over the beach, things looked surprisingly innocuous. Just people hanging out, sunbathing, talking, playing, swimming. But if one knew what to look for - and had lived all their life in Bay Cove - there were signs. For one, the average cup size on the beach had gone up. Considerably. As had the number of conspicuous bulges in sometimes surprising places, and more than one beachgoer looked downright amazonian. Angie gaped - there he was, a femboy in a tiny little bit of nothing, and some of his fellow changed were wearing even less!

In fact, some where completely naked. Just sunbathing, talking, reading, without a care in the world. And Angie got to see them all as he followed Janet over the beach - and they got to see him. The changed people as well as the unchanged. The femboy could feel the stares coming from all sides, practically caressing his every curve, flicking to his erect nipples whenever they managed to slip from his top... which was rather often. Angie was starting to get the feeling that simply breathing too hard would lead to a wardrobe malfunction.

Needless to say, all the attention left the femboy's face red as a tomato, panting with both the exertion of lugging around his oversized funbags and ass as well as almost unbearable lust. Eyes growing unfocused as his lids began to droop, Angie wobbled after his cousin, who kept her eyes peeled for someone that could help them, the femboy's ass twitching as he whimpered needily, mind beginning to fill with memories and fantasies, of what Janet had done to him and of what she would do to him, of...

"Eek!" Attention firmly elsewhere, Angie managed to veer off sideways and tripped over someone reading on their beach towel, ending face down, ass up in the sand, tits squished under him. Mortified, the femboy turned his head sideways to the woman who's legs he was lying across and found her pushing down her square sunglasses to look at him impassively. "Uh... h-hi?"

"Well, what do we have here?" The dark-haired woman's voice was warm, yet not without authority, as she put down her book on the beach towel she was lying on. And she was obviously affected by what was making the rounds in Bay Cove - skin just a little to smooth, breasts just a little to perky, despite the hint of crow's feet around her eyes as she smiled. " Who might you be, hun?"

"Ah, uhm, I..."

"Oh, Angie, you klutz." Chuckling, Janet squatted down next to where Angie was lying, still not moving, gaping at the woman he had tripped over. "Are you alright, ma'am? My little dingus of a pet didn't hurt you?"

"Pet, you say?" The words were a low purr, and the smile gained a new quality that was vaguely hungry. "How interesting. And what were you doing out on the beach with your... pet?"

"Well, I... oh, excuse me. I'm Janet." Smiling at the woman, Janet squeezed one of Angie's asscheeks, which was still sticking straight up, making the femboy squeak in embarassment as his boyclit strained mightily. "Nice to meet you!"

"Oh, this is delightful! Dinah, enchanté," the woman replied - and squeezed Angie's other asscheek. With a strangled gasp, the femboy shuddered and squirted a thick glob of pre into his bikini bottoms, to the delight of the two women. "My, she is adorable!"

"He, actually. Didn't he turn out great?"

"Ooh, you're telling me he is..."

"Both of us, yes. As are you, if I'm not mistaken?"

"Indeed I am, my dear. And I hope I'm not too forward if I say that I must get to know the two of you better." Dinah's grey eyes turned back towards Angie. "Particularly you, hun. You are so cute, I simply want to gobble. You. up."