Just as you thought that you hear the door open. You layzally turn your head. It was always fun to watch people as they first showed up. At this point you were undeniably the queen of the beach. (Though you use to be a guy.) You were the fastest swimmer, had a great set of fins and tail. And a rocking beach body. And you were the only shark. You adapted well to your new body and considered becoming a permanent resident.
But then as the door opened you sat up, your exposed breasts dangling below you. The anthro entering was a Dolphin Girl.
You knew that dolphins and sharks were naturally rivals in the wild, but she hadn’t done anything to disturb you. But there was something about her.
Her skin was a slightly darker grey than yours, with a white stomach. She had fins on: the back of her legs, her lower arms, her back, and the top of her head. She also had webbed hands. And a fish tail down to her knees. Just like you. Instead of gills on the sides of her body, she had a blow hole ontop of her head.
She stood there examining her body much like you and many other guests had. What caught your eye was her breasts. Because dolphins were mammals they were bigger than yours. Also her hair was long and blond, compared to your black short hair. You didn’t even know why sharks had hair and breasts. But hey, it was anthro. Regardless this woman had you beat in cup size. You use to have the biggest bust with a pair of faithful D’s. But even from here you could tell she at least had E or F.
And she knew it. She looked down at her F cups and squeezed them moaning.
You just stare at her, she looks over to you and smiles waving her webbed hand at you. You try your best to smile back with your shark snout.
The dolphin girl stops waving.
I think she just realized that you were a shark.