As you approach the beach you notice Stacey's car parked in the parking lot. You know that your girlfriend is already at the beach, most probably waiting for you. So without hesitation, you trek on further until you feel the sand underneath your trainers. You've arrived at the beach, but unfortunately the beach is already full of people.
You search across the beach for your girlfriend, ignoring all of the people before you, until finally you find her. There she was, a beautiful sight to behold, lying on her back in a pink string bikini underneath a red parasol. She holds her head up to face her. You can see the reflection of the bright hot sun gleaming from her sunglasses as well as her beautiful blonde hair. She sits back up to a vertical position and glares at you with a smirk. "Your late" she chuckles.
"Sorry I'm late," you explain, "I overslept."
You drop down to Stacey's level to give her a peck on the cheek and a hug. "Again?" Stacey laughs, and you laugh along with her as she lowers her back onto her towel again.
You begin to change into your bathing suit. You slide the jeans from your legs to reveal a pair of shorts. You slip your trainers off and put them aside. Next you wriggle your top off. "Oh shoot," you say, "I forgot my towel!"
You notice Stacey beginning to dose off as she shrugs her shoulders and mumbles "Too bad". You smile and reply by saying "Don't you go dosing off now Stace."
Now prepared, you lay your back on the warm sand and roll towards Stacey. You wrap your arm around her and cuddle besides her under the parasol. Despite the constant racket of the crowd, you start to dose off yourself until both you and your girlfriend are fast asleep.
Nearly 60 minutes later you wake up. You sit up and stretch, letting out a big yawn, noticing that the crowd is still gathered around you. You then look down on your girlfriend, who is still sleeping. It's nice to be with somebody who's just as lazy as you.
You struggle up to your feet and stretch even more, but suddenly you feel something odd about yourself. "I feel different," you think to yourself.
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