The blue swimming pool was inviting under the cloudless sunny sky. Families splashed in the water, and couples tanned on benches. Yet for me, this was a terrifying place. Namely because of what I had been turned into, what I was wearing, and what was inside me.
My body had been perminantly transformed into a boi less than a third of my actual age. This was supposed to be a normal business trip. Just this morning, I was a regular 30 year old employee. Now I was literally my boss' slave boi.
He'd ordered me down here now, and he'd chosen my swimwear for me. Boys were not meant to wear something like this. And definitely while also wearing a plug and chastity belt. I was wearing half a bikini. The lower half. The type where the hips have a knotted string holding it together. One little tug and the whole thing falls off. But the thing was, I was still clearly a boy.
My chastity was difficult to see, even while in a kikini, because of how small it was and how snugly it tucked between my legs, but there was no hiding the plug.
Every step I took made it move a little inside me. Especially when taking stairs, which is why Daddy forbid me form using the elevator anymore unless I was with someone else.
Crossings the huge hotel reception area in nothing but my sissy attire made me feel so exposed. I wondered if those pills increased my shyness.
I jumped into the pool as soon as I reached it. The water would help hide what I was wearing, I hoped. It felt so sensative on my hairless body. I wasn't used to being little yet. And apparently it wasn't going to change. Ever! Looking up, I saw Daddy watching form our hotel room balcony. I'd make him proud of me.
After playing about in the water some more, a familiar person swam up to me.
"Nice seeing you again," Dave said, allowing his hand to brush up against my inner tight as he swam, seemingly by accident. He looked really handsome without his shirt on. A rather athletic build. "You didn't give me your name in the elevator."
I blushed. I couldn't give him my real name. Or could I? Daddy might be cross with me if I told a fib. "Eli," I said.
"Oh, what a cute name. I have a friend by that name."
"Oh?" He still hadn't recognized me. I felt my pee pee strain in my chastity. The tug moved my plug as well. Dave's hands were in my hips.
"He's cute, but nothing compared to you." I was speechless. Dave thought I was cute even before my transformation?
"Did... Did you want to touch him too?" I asked, letting my little feet flirt with his. What was I doing. Dave was my best friend.
"I did. I do. And more. But right now I just want you." My heart was pounding like a galloping horse. Dave let his fingers wonder down my front and then...
"What's this?" Dave adked in puzzlement, tugging on the steel chastity and unknowingly wiggling my plug that was attached to it between my legs. I gasped.
"Daddy didn't want me playing with my dick, so he put it on me to help me be a good boy." I couldn't see Dave's crotch very well through the water surface, but I could tell by his expression that he was turned on by that.
"Perhaps he's right. It's just a tiny thing, even by your age. It should be locjed up. But, do you want to know what a real one is supposed to feel like?"
"A real one?" I asked. Dave moved closer to me, pinning me between him and the side of the pool. It was so deep here that my little legs couldn't reach the bottom, but Dave had no trouble standing. His rock hard dick pressed against my stomach. Not as thick as Daddy's monster, but a little longer. I didn't know what to say or do. My best friend was molesting me in public and didn't even know it was me.
His hand reached behind me to feel my ass. There he felt my plug. His eyes went wide.
"Did your daddy make you wear this too?" He wiggled it in me. I moaned involuntary. Dave had to stop so we wouldn't catch any attention.
I nodded. "It's locked in place as well," I confessed. Dave smiled.