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Today was unique for Drew. For the first time in, well, basically ever, he was taking a day off. He didn't think someone special like him needed silly things like personal days, but after... that incident, Eleanor had insisted he needed it, so she had all but forced him to go out and just enjoy himself today.

At her suggestion, he decided to spend a day at the beach.

Because Drew was very proud of how hard he worked, and he was quite embarrased to be seen taking time off, Eleanor had given him a disguise. The magical bathing suit she made him displayed authentic large breasts, at least while someone was wearing it. It also downplayed his male bulge so well that it looked more like an oversized clit. Which was fitting, since he had a perfectly serviceable pussy underneath.

Additionally, Eleanor had enchanted his hat and sunglasses to make him appear as a total stranger to all but the most perceptive individuals.

The only potential weakness to the disguise was his magic necklace, which kept him in contact with Eleanor if anything happened. He was NEVER seen without it, and He hated the thought of parting with it. So he hid it in his chest. That was a safe enough place for it.

Anyone who “knew” him in the biblical sense might be able to just barely spot his concealed manhood through the suit, but any casual onlooker would see a perfectly ordinary cis woman.

Well, a perfectly gorgeous one. Obviously.

He was accustomed to being mistaken for a woman already, but the bathing suit enhancements made him feel a little more excited at the idea. He suspected he could even sleep with someone like this without them even knowing he was a man.

Ever since Eleanor remade him into himself, Drew had all but forgotten his old life as a sad older human man. He knew it had been a lifetime since then, but he thought so little of those days that he genuinely had no idea how long it had been. Twenty years? Thirty? Maybe more? Thanks to Eleanor, he was basically immortal now, and time had begun to lose its meaning.


So many young people were playing and lounging and walking by. Unlike him, none of them would stay this pretty long enough to truly appreciate it while it lasted.

It'd been so long, he hadn't remembeed his own deadname in ages. Not that he ever needed to.

But because he spent so much of his time on the job all those years, he had also largely forgotten how to relax and occupy himself with something other than work, or his usual daily routines.

But Drew brought his favorite book and a cooler (more like a portable fridge) with some snacks, and tried to make the best of it.

He tried reading. Snacking. Napping. That lasted about three hours, before he became too restless to lie still.

He checked his phone. Just 12:38 PM. It felt like it should have been much later.

Drew sighed. He knew Mistress wouldn't approve, but he started folding up his towel and began packing up to go home.

He had just started to leave, when he realized somebody was watching him.

It was a stranger, a fellow shark man. And also one of the more attractive men he'd laid eyes on in quite a while. He was tall. Scratch that, he was VERY tall. And extremely fit, built like a slab of shark meat. Nice blue eyes, too. Just overall hot as hell.

This young man was out on the beach, hanging with a short-haired male shark friend, and he was eyeing up Drew with interest.

It was in this moment that Drew suddenly realized he hadn't had gotten laid all day. Eleanor was quite good at keeping him supplied with clientele. It had been a while since he last went long enough to get this horny. Both his pussy and his mostly hidden cock were throbbing.

Well. Perhaps he'd finally found something to occupy himself with.

Now with a new mission, Drew set down his things, opened his cooler, and took out a strawberry popsicle. He took his time opening it, slowly revealing the red treat. Drew made sure the gentleman was looking as he popped it into his mouth.

Drew spent a long moment savoring the flavor, letting it roll along his tongue. He took just half the length at first. He turned it over, licking the other side. He let it drip, so that it dribbled and ran down his illusory cleavage.

Then, looking the man in the eye, he slid it to the back of his throat. Drew watched the long-haired man's eyes widen. He let the treat melt in his mouth, taking his sweet time as he put on his little show.

The stranger watched, almost entranced. An obvious boner had appeared in his shorts. And it looked like a big one.

By the time the ice cream was gone, the man was just blinking. He then seemed to put on his brave face. He looked at his friend, muttering something as he gestured at Drew. Then, clearly on a mission of his own, the gentleman began walking over.

Drew grinned, clenching the popsicle stick in his sharp teeth.
“Got him,” he thought.

To Be Continued.

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Drew is mine.

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