Checking Out the Ladies

 


Goddamn, thought Barry. A beautiful woman in a pink bikini just walked past him. He instantly turned around to watch her step out of the water. She was phenomenal. Long legs, decent tan, perfect ass. If only he could walk up to her and ask her out. We could have dinner, go back to my place, and fuck like animals for hours. No refractory period either. A warm feeling was spreading to his nether regions. He suddenly remembered who he was and bit his tongue. It will never happen. He was getting unreasonably excited. Talking to a woman is like walking on eggshells now. How do I avoid making things awkward? I can't just ask if she's a lesbian.

He only came to the lake to try wearing a bikini in public for the first time. Now he was already contemplating romantic attachments with other women. This is happening so fast. His gaze must have been obvious because a voice beside him said, "Now you know the struggle."

His blood turned cold and he immediately turned to face the onlooker. It was another woman, though at least twenty years older than his current body. "What?" he stammered. She had a shit-eating grin on her face. "I di-"

"I know that look anywhere. I just usually see it on men. You got swapped into that body, didn't you?" she knew everything just from how he looked at another woman. Am I that easy to read? She continued, "It's hard out there. Smaller dating pool. Hoping your crush secretly plays for the other team too. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll find her someday."

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