Spotting

You decide if you are careful a swim won’t hurt. You put your clothes away, carefully as you head towards the pool. Then stop dead. You remember watching the film Sirens once. Supermodel Elle MacPherson swimming. And now there is another Elle wearing just as much as she had with Kate Fischer. Just swimming. Your mouth watered at the sight and relief flooded you that you were not totally a straight woman right now. As she swam freely, thoughts of dropping your bikini and handing yourself over to her grew.

Why the pill was supercharging how you felt about this woman, you do not know. But it was working as the bikini was starting to feel juicy and heavy. You **** yourself to focus despite the visual glory in front of you. This woman, no teenager, was much taller and probably stronger than you. There were kids upstairs. Sleeping children who were in danger. Before you could reach for your phone, she saw you. She blinked before smiling nervously and beckoning you. You put the phone down and follow her. “H-Hi. I’m C-Cameron.” “I’m Scar…:wait. Cameron? The Smith’s son Cameron? But you’re a sexy, breathtaking woman!” Cameron blushed. “I…might have taken a pill.” “You took X-Change Breeder too?” “No, just regular. What do you mean too?” Now it was your time to blush. “I…could only get a babysitter gig as…as a woman…so….” “So we keep each other’s secrets and swim together? M-Maybe without your bikini?” Your body pleads with you to accept.