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The 3rd part.

Part 2

The British man held his arm around her, keeping her warm. He did this all the way back to his house, which luckily, was only 500 meters away.

On the way home, the man told the girl to wait for a minute on the corner while he went and got her some fresh clothes. He knew the local clothes shop must have something.

After he got a wide range of girls' clothes (young adult sizes) the British man took the girl into his house, she was cold and scared. But the warmth and color of the house, made her feel better. If only by a bit.

The man's house sat in a small town on a hill, facing the beach. It was nice and roomy, but still very modern and vibrant. Numb, the girl stood in the center of the house while her host got her a towel.

"Now, I'll help you dry off, and then you can tell me how exactly you ended up lying, passed out on the shore." The man said, returning from the bathroom with a fresh towel.

The girl mumbled something that sounded a bit like okay, she didn't want to think or speak. The man passed her a towel and some clothes, pointing to her the bathroom to dry off and get changed.

The girl's mouth opened for a second, she wanted to tell him that she'd never warn girls clothes in his life. Or ever even seen a girl naked. But all that came out of her mouth was a soft thanks.

Whimpering in embarrassment and fear, she quickly ran into the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her and started to quietly sob. She didn't want the man to hear her, he had already done way too much for her.

Taking a deep breath, she was about to do what she had been dreading to do since she found out that she was a girl. She closed her eyes and slowly, undid the button on her white bra, she did like she had been doing it all her life. But that made it arguably harder for her to take in.

She dropped her bra onto the ground, freeing up her soft breasts which now drooped like water balloons off her torso (quite an unusual and partially sickening feeling for her). She took another deep breath, eyes still close, she unbuttoned the bottom half of her bikini set, like the top half; she dropped it onto the ground when she was done.

Heart pounding in her chest, she finally found her inner courage. Faced the mirror, and with an attitude ready to face the shock she knew she was about to suffer. She finally opened her eyes.

Part 4

Description
The 3rd part.

Part 2

The British man held his arm around her, keeping her warm. He did this all the way back to his house, which luckily, was only 500 meters away.

On the way home, the man told the girl to wait for a minute on the corner while he went and got her some fresh clothes. He knew the local clothes shop must have something.

After he got a wide range of girls' clothes (young adult sizes) the British man took the girl into his house, she was cold and scared. But the warmth and color of the house, made her feel better. If only by a bit.

The man's house sat in a small town on a hill, facing the beach. It was nice and roomy, but still very modern and vibrant. Numb, the girl stood in the center of the house while her host got her a towel.

"Now, I'll help you dry off, and then you can tell me how exactly you ended up lying, passed out on the shore." The man said, returning from the bathroom with a fresh towel.

The girl mumbled something that sounded a bit like okay, she didn't want to think or speak. The man passed her a towel and some clothes, pointing to her the bathroom to dry off and get changed.

The girl's mouth opened for a second, she wanted to tell him that she'd never warn girls clothes in his life. Or ever even seen a girl naked. But all that came out of her mouth was a soft thanks.

Whimpering in embarrassment and fear, she quickly ran into the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her and started to quietly sob. She didn't want the man to hear her, he had already done way too much for her.

Taking a deep breath, she was about to do what she had been dreading to do since she found out that she was a girl. She closed her eyes and slowly, undid the button on her white bra, she did like she had been doing it all her life. But that made it arguably harder for her to take in.

She dropped her bra onto the ground, freeing up her soft breasts which now drooped like water balloons off her torso (quite an unusual and partially sickening feeling for her). She took another deep breath, eyes still close, she unbuttoned the bottom half of her bikini set, like the top half; she dropped it onto the ground when she was done.

Heart pounding in her chest, she finally found her inner courage. Faced the mirror, and with an attitude ready to face the shock she knew she was about to suffer. She finally opened her eyes.

Part 4