As I came to again there I was sat on the edge of a beautiful azure blue pool, my legs dangling in the water and a net by my side with a massive pole. The thing that struck me most though was that I was completely naked! The idea of going around doing the days rounds wearing nothing, with the added excitement of the risk of getting caught was hugely exciting to this pumped new body.
I glanced over my new form and couldn't help but admire it. I'd always felt slightly inferior - I was attractive, but slightly portly and not what you'd call a stud. Now I was a slim but toned 25-year old, with beautifully bronzed skin, and from what I could remember brown eyes a girl could drown in. My legs were not overly muscly and sinewy, but smoothly strong with the appearance of power. My skin was smooth and young. My God, I couldn't wait until I got back into a 17 year old version of this. Now the girls would all be begging for it with just a flash of my arms.
Anyway, enough admiring myself, I let my new body take over and realised I had to get on with cleaning this pool. At Stonewood I had never appreciated what pleasure you could get from a fairly menial job. As I leant with my pole over the pool, clearing the leaves, I admired the stretch of my slight muscles and the delicate sweat speckled over them. I appreciated the hot sun beating down on my tough new bod.
As I went over to the pool hut to check the chlorine out I heard voices outside. Damn! I thought the house had been empty. What would I do now? I had no idea where my clothes were, I hadn't that long left in this body, I had no control over it, and I had to have sex to stop reverting to the young Simone's body. What was worse was that I couldn't properly control Enrique.