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The 2nd part.

Part 1

"Ms, are you alright?" the man asked, worried about how she could've possibly ended up washing onto the shore.

She started to stir, she was waking up. She felt the sand on her soft back. It felt relieving to be back on solid ground. "Where, where am I?" she asked weakly, quite surprised at the high pitch of her new voice.

"You're in England Ms, now come. I'll ah, I'll help you dry off if that's alright?" He said, blushing slightly.

As she got up from the sand, feeling much lighter than she had ever experienced in her life. She realized that the man thought she was a girl, she was about to correct him when; she realized he was right.

She let out a soft moan of horror as she looked down and saw her body. It was curvy, smooth, sensitive and feminine. She started tearing up, she mumbled unintelligible things as tears started dripping from her eyes.

Her new breasts were tingling idly, while her crotch remained ever existent. Reminding her that she was a girl. She started to whimper, just standing there on the beach mortified.

The man, who could obviously see that whatever thing that caused her to wash up here was very much distressing her. He decided that she needed to get dried and dressed, otherwise, she would freeze out here. Wearing nothing but a plain white bikini.

"Don't worry," he said, "I'm going to take you to my house, you're going to get dry and get changed. And we can work this out."

She mumbled, something but the man didn't hear. He tried to help her, but she flinched when he touched her arm. "You need to get dry, or you'll freeze out here." He said.

Hesitantly, she went with the man. He reached his arm around her in a bid to warm her up. This time she didn't flinch.

Part 3

Description
The 2nd part.

Part 1

"Ms, are you alright?" the man asked, worried about how she could've possibly ended up washing onto the shore.

She started to stir, she was waking up. She felt the sand on her soft back. It felt relieving to be back on solid ground. "Where, where am I?" she asked weakly, quite surprised at the high pitch of her new voice.

"You're in England Ms, now come. I'll ah, I'll help you dry off if that's alright?" He said, blushing slightly.

As she got up from the sand, feeling much lighter than she had ever experienced in her life. She realized that the man thought she was a girl, she was about to correct him when; she realized he was right.

She let out a soft moan of horror as she looked down and saw her body. It was curvy, smooth, sensitive and feminine. She started tearing up, she mumbled unintelligible things as tears started dripping from her eyes.

Her new breasts were tingling idly, while her crotch remained ever existent. Reminding her that she was a girl. She started to whimper, just standing there on the beach mortified.

The man, who could obviously see that whatever thing that caused her to wash up here was very much distressing her. He decided that she needed to get dried and dressed, otherwise, she would freeze out here. Wearing nothing but a plain white bikini.

"Don't worry," he said, "I'm going to take you to my house, you're going to get dry and get changed. And we can work this out."

She mumbled, something but the man didn't hear. He tried to help her, but she flinched when he touched her arm. "You need to get dry, or you'll freeze out here." He said.

Hesitantly, she went with the man. He reached his arm around her in a bid to warm her up. This time she didn't flinch.

Part 3