Being a sexy anthro shark woman was great. True you had to wear a bikini at all times to keep the gills on the side of your chest and stomach exposed, but that didn’t matter. You lay on a chair that had a hole for your back fin and tail sun bathing. Your sexy white stomach facing twoards the sun. Swimming as a anthro shark was great. You liked the way your sharp teeth tore into none costume seals and fish that swam around.
You turn over onto your belly and untie your bikini top so you won’t get tan lines on your sexy grey skinned back.
True you could go naked like other guests no problem. But there was just something about a shark wearing a bikini to a beach you liked.
You had made good friends with a guy dressed as an Orca. He didn’t know you were also a guy under your suit, but you decide not to tell him.
You were a good surfer now, thanks to lessons from a gie dresses as an otter.
You streach out your arms and lie your head down to sleep while your back tanned.
Nothing could ruin this vacation for you.