Ask her to stay

"A... Alicia," you stutter a bit, trying to find your words. "Can you... can you stay here for a while longer?" As you sit down, you don't quite lay out on the chair, painfully aware of how much it would expose your body, and instead curl into a fetal position at the edge, pushing your knees up against your breasts.

She smiles at your request, and sits down next to you on the long poolchair, looping an arm around your shoulder. "Of course, I can stay as long as you need me to."

You try to keep up appearances, knowing you just met these people, but for whatever reason seeing other humans, ones without greatly enlarged breasts and both sexual organs, is just simply too much, and you bury your head in your hands, starting to cry. "What's wrong?" asks the blond woman, but she quickly figures it out without needing you to explain it. She waves over to the group in the water, pointing at Brittney and beckoning her over, but you don't notice the gesture.

You both sit there for about a minute, your body racked with quiet sobs, before Brittney makes her way over. "What's up Ali?" She asks, not noticing your crying. You feel the weight of Alicia's arm leave your shoulder, and when you look up, she's in the middle of pantomiming a gesture to the other woman, which unbeknownst to you was the act of taking off her pants.

At least mostly understanding, Brittney walks over a bit closer, and then drops the swim trunks that cover her groin. You gasp- Brittney sports an impressive cock, not quite as large as yours, but easily five inches long flaccid. The dark skinned woman winks, replaces her swimsuit, and heads back towards the other two in the water- it looks almost as if Josh has managed to pull off the top of Hanna's swimsuit.

"See? You're not a freak, if anything it's just the normality of this place," comes Alicia's reassurance. "Everything will be okay."