Frank ran after James, giving him a peck on the neck.
"How about we change together, babe? I'll help you with that sunscreen," he said with a wink.
James felt his heart racing. This was exactly what he'd been trying to avoid. But he couldn’t see any way out of it.
Frank closed the door to their room and wrapped his arms around him.
James froze as Frank's arms encircled him, his mind racing for a way out of this increasingly uncomfortable situation. He could feel Frank's breath on his neck as he leaned in for another kiss.
Then Frank cupped Amy’s breasts through the dress she was wearing. James wanted to recoil, but he didn’t want to make things weird between Frank and Amy. A part of him was disgusted, knowing this was his mother's best friend's husband. But another part - a part he was ashamed to admit - was becoming aroused by Frank's touch and the novelty of experiencing these sensations in a woman's body.
"Wait," James managed to say in Amy's voice, gently pushing Frank's hands away. "Let's save this for later, honey. We don't want to keep the others waiting."
Frank groaned in disappointment but nodded, "You're right. But I'm holding you to that 'later,'"
James felt a surge of panic as Frank began to unzip Amy's dress. The garment soon fell into a heap on the floor, exposing Amy's lacy black bra and matching panties. James couldn’t believe he was looking at his mother’s friend like this.
James averted his eyes as Frank began to undress, his heart pounding. He fumbled through Amy's suitcase, desperately searching for her swimsuit while trying not to look at her underwear-clad body in the mirror.
"Need help finding something?" Frank asked, now clad only in swim trunks.
"N-no, I've got it," James stammered, grabbing the first bikini he could find.
He rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Alone at last, James stared at Amy's reflection in the mirror. Her long brown hair was tousled, her cheeks flushed. He touched the unfamiliar face, still in disbelief at his situation.
With trembling hands, he began to unclasp her bra, deeply uncomfortable with seeing Amy this way.
It finally fell to the floor. James couldn't help but stare at Amy's exposed breasts in the mirror, a mix of fascination and shame washing over him. He quickly grabbed the bikini top and fumbled to put it on, trying to ignore the unfamiliar sensations, adjusting it as best he could.
Now came the even more awkward part - removing Amy's panties and putting on the bikini bottoms. James hesitated, his hands shaking as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the lacy underwear.
James took a deep breath and quickly slid the panties down, averting his eyes as much as possible. He hastily pulled on the bikini bottoms, adjusting them awkwardly. The unfamiliar feeling of the snug fabric against his new body made him shiver.
"Everything okay in there, honey?" Frank called from the other side of the door, "We don't want to keep Cindy and George waiting too long."
"Just a minute!" James called back in Amy's voice, his heart racing.
He looked at Amy's reflection one last time, hardly believing the image staring back at him. A real, literal woman with curves in all the right places.
Taking a deep breath, James opened the bathroom door. Frank's eyes roamed appreciatively over Amy's bikini-clad body.
"You look gorgeous, babe," Frank said, pulling James close for a kiss.
James tensed but allowed the brief peck, trying to act natural, "Thanks, honey. We should get going."
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