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I was not prepared for the difference in being in a woman's body. My lack of physical strength is jarring. I am unable to lift my own suitcase and either Gene or a bellhop has to do it. I hate the helpless feeling of having to stand around watching.

We've met another couple now. Apparently this was always a planned part of our trip. Their names are Earl and Karen and seem to be long-time friends of ours. I find it disconcerting how Earl greets me, hugging me and kissing my cheek. I can feel his penis through his pants when he does. I can't believe this is socially acceptable. The evening gown I wore for dinner was revealing and Earl wasn’t shy about leering.

Karen and I talked in what felt like a side conversation while Gene and Earl talked about their businesses. Karen told me about her yoga classes she’d been taking and we talked a lot about a mutual friend of ours named Cindy. I had no idea who Cindy was and played along.

A disconcerting moment happened when Karen and I went to the ladies’ room. The hallway to the restrooms was rather narrow and a tall, bearded man was walking the other way and we sort of had to squeeze past him. But as he did, he proceeded to place his hand around my waist and then let it slide down, his palm all but cupping my butt as he did. I was shocked! What was worse was Karen saw the whole thing. Not only did she do nothing in my defense, she continued with her story about Cindy’s remodeled kitchen. What I found especially alarming is that this man, in his superiority in strength, could have, under different circumstances, done much more! And much worse!

This morning, Earl and Karen took us out on a sailboat. It wasn’t clear if they owned it or were renting it during the vacation. I wore a bikini as did Karen. I felt very exposed wearing so little in front of Earl. It was my second time wearing one and both times I’ve wondered and been embarrassed at how much skin I’m showing!

Earl whistled at me and commented in the third person, “Well, she fills that out pretty nicely.”

Gene not only let him say this, but added, “Doesn’t she?” He took the photo above shortly after. Earl is in the background.

We’re back at the hotel now and I’ve snuck onto Gene’s laptop to post this while he’s in the shower. I noticed my first entry had many views and several favorites. No messages though. I suppose no one knows how to reverse this magic or has any suggestions for me. I am desperate to escape and return to my own body.

I just heard the water turn off. Gene will be out soon, wanting sex. I need to log off.

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I was not prepared for the difference in being in a woman's body. My lack of physical strength is jarring. I am unable to lift my own suitcase and either Gene or a bellhop has to do it. I hate the helpless feeling of having to stand around watching.

We've met another couple now. Apparently this was always a planned part of our trip. Their names are Earl and Karen and seem to be long-time friends of ours. I find it disconcerting how Earl greets me, hugging me and kissing my cheek. I can feel his penis through his pants when he does. I can't believe this is socially acceptable. The evening gown I wore for dinner was revealing and Earl wasn’t shy about leering.

Karen and I talked in what felt like a side conversation while Gene and Earl talked about their businesses. Karen told me about her yoga classes she’d been taking and we talked a lot about a mutual friend of ours named Cindy. I had no idea who Cindy was and played along.

A disconcerting moment happened when Karen and I went to the ladies’ room. The hallway to the restrooms was rather narrow and a tall, bearded man was walking the other way and we sort of had to squeeze past him. But as he did, he proceeded to place his hand around my waist and then let it slide down, his palm all but cupping my butt as he did. I was shocked! What was worse was Karen saw the whole thing. Not only did she do nothing in my defense, she continued with her story about Cindy’s remodeled kitchen. What I found especially alarming is that this man, in his superiority in strength, could have, under different circumstances, done much more! And much worse!

This morning, Earl and Karen took us out on a sailboat. It wasn’t clear if they owned it or were renting it during the vacation. I wore a bikini as did Karen. I felt very exposed wearing so little in front of Earl. It was my second time wearing one and both times I’ve wondered and been embarrassed at how much skin I’m showing!

Earl whistled at me and commented in the third person, “Well, she fills that out pretty nicely.”

Gene not only let him say this, but added, “Doesn’t she?” He took the photo above shortly after. Earl is in the background.

We’re back at the hotel now and I’ve snuck onto Gene’s laptop to post this while he’s in the shower. I noticed my first entry had many views and several favorites. No messages though. I suppose no one knows how to reverse this magic or has any suggestions for me. I am desperate to escape and return to my own body.

I just heard the water turn off. Gene will be out soon, wanting sex. I need to log off.