Heat Exhaustion

I thought girls liked sunbathing because it felt good, Paul thought to himself. What's the appeal of this? When he became a younger woman, he tried to indulge in all of the stereotypical hobbies that they liked, from getting his ears pierced to going clubbing. Nothing seemed encouraging. He hoped something as mundane as lying still by the pool might be enough to cross the gender divide. However, he could not remain still. He felt his pupils being overexposed to sunlight, even with his eyes closed. He put his hand up to block the sun. And what's with this weird bulge that women have below the belly button? He put his hand over his uterus. Is that to make room for the penis during sex? I don't get it. Paul clearly had much to learn about basic female anatomy and psychology. His continual attempts to "blend in" only served to isolate him from the community he involuntarily joined.

Alright, that's it. I feel like a pig right now. I'm sweating through my tits here. Paul sat up and took a quick look around, making sure there were no onlookers nearby. He grabbed his red bikini and pulled it off over his head, letting his large boobs drop to their nature stature. Leaning back into his chair, the lack of straps on this shoulders and sides was actually more comfortable. And the quick moment of sitting up allowed the sweat on his back to evaporate, cooling him off. Huh, this isn't actually so bad anymore. Upon hearing some people approaching, he flipped onto his stomach, careful not to crush his own boobs. He was impressed by how they naturally shifted under his body weight, almost like pillows that redistributed their shape depending on how much they were being pressed down.