Glaring at Jeanie, you wait until your eyes meet. With your teeth gritted, you grind out a growled wish.
"I wish this wasn't my body... and I wasn't here." You vent as much fury into your wish as you can manage.
She smiles to show she's heard your wish. With a cutesy wave, you're ripped from the beach.
You reappear in a nicer part of town. Looking around you see that you're in the Marina. "Fuck." You curse in a low voice, you're still a woman, albeit a different one. Without even the fig-leaf of a soccer top to cover you, and your one-piece is now a bikini.
A quick glance confirms you're still blessed with an ass that belongs on a horse. You guess that you're not the owner of this particular yacht.
It gives you an uncomfortable feeling to imagine yourself as just another piece of the scenery, a trophy for the yacht owner. A pretty piece of ass to be flaunted, not even for your own pleasure, but for your man instead.
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