She felt a bit cold. Weird, most people would call her mad and kindly remind her that the summer sun produced intense heat and not a shivering chill. Perhaps the new swimsuit she wore made her feel this way? Usually the feeling of putting on the summer’s next big fashion hit was the feeling of pleasure, comfort, sexiness, and having all eyes on her at all times. But this number made her feel uneasy, uncomfortable, and perhaps drew a little too much attention.
Brit recalled when she was excited to have a body that could support a two-piece outfit. Her curves really were placed on display whenever she strapped on the finest fashion that season had to offer. Her breasts and butt really looked damn good in whatever she put on anyway, so putting on a sexy swimsuit only added on even more power to her.
Seemingly after becoming girlfriends with Jenny gave Brit a reflective look upon herself. But that might have not been the best idea. Brit’s fragile mind couldn’t comprehend the idea of inferiority, be it to herself or about others. A multi-color floral print Brazilian-cut two piece bikini wouldn’t seem like much to the average eye, but the well-trained professional eye could tell that the piece came from Dynamite Lady’s 2015 Summer Special by Francesca Voltaire. Made from the finest fibers and hand-woven. Cost as much as a next-gen video game console.
Jenny loved the swimsuit of course. She whooped and hollered about how sexy Brit looked and Jenny would joke about how proud she was to earn such a prize. (Putting on her best ‘brah’ voice) Jenny’s swimsuit consisted of painting her metal exterior red and orange stripes and reshaping the new blades of armor into slimmer pieces while pushing out her chest and rear to really show off the control of her body.
“You likey?” Jenny started to slowly dance and gyrate her torso on the hip joint in front of Brit. “I can make them bigger…” She blew a kiss as she turned her torso around so she can inflate her rear as a point and started to shake what her momma made for her. (Or rather, what Jenny later snuck in during a check-up.) “…or smaller, if you prefer.”
“Average is fine for me…” Brit trailed off. Of course she enjoyed bigger things. At this point in the relationship, Brit felt completely comfortable in finding Jenny to be sexual and attractable being. It didn’t matter if she were cast from metal and wires rather than flesh and bone. Even if Jenny didn’t have her winning personality, her easily changeable body would win Brit over. Feel like playing with something squishy? Literal balloon breasts or balloon butt! Brit could play out whatever fetish she wanted; try it out to see if she actually enjoyed it. Then again, Jenny’s personality is what attracted Brit to Jenny in the first place, (That and the whole saving her life thing) so that last statement is rather pointless.
“Third beach, and we’re still going!” Jenny shouted to the world as she exited the hotel. Summer vacation offered the couple a chance to escape from Brit’s parents and enjoy themselves as adults. On good faith, Brit had been given a half of a million for her to go and see the world in preparation for her entrance into college and adult life. Her parents would take the money back if they saw Brit hang out with any robot for more than a minute in a manner not related to work. After hearing that from Brit over their secret communication line, Jenny worked a all-nighter to fix up the human exo-skeleton so it would drive her mad (…again!) so she could blend right in and pretend to be a good friend of Brit. Whenever Jenny spotted or detected one of the Crust’s family agents, she would put on the disguise and auto-tune her voice into a bubbly valley girl to ward off the agents.
“We should visit a city next.” Brit simply stated. “Do a little shopping?”
“Wherever and whenever you want!” Jenny proclaimed as she kissed Brit on the cheek and dashed off into the sky to dive into the ocean. Brit stuck her hands in her jacket’s pockets and followed Jenny below to the beach. Place was fantastic. Clear sea, fine sand checked every four hours for trash and cleaned, plenty of space, and plenty of refreshments.
And yet Brit still felt down.
Why did she feel so worn down? So tired and sad? She had no reason to be this way! She was going to a great college that would offer her a chance to take a great and prosperous future and make it a reality, she had a super-heroine for a girlfriend who Brit had a great attraction to her, she had a entire summer to explore the world at her own leisure and have as much as fun as she wanted…she should be playing it cool and enjoying herself!
Brit spread out a blanket and laid down. Not because she wanted to tan, because she didn’t feel up to setting up a umbrella. She just wanted to lay there out in the broiling sun and just stay there. Brit rolled around for every so often for no other reason but to move her body around. The only thing to escape her mouth was a sigh to herself.
Jenny enjoyed herself however. She dived under the surface to explore the ocean floor. All the colorful fishes swam away from her, keeping to themselves at a safe distance. The bigger creatures went about their business as usual, ignoring the metallic humanoid swimming freely in their domain. Jenny’s eyes flashed several times to capture the wonderful and various flora and fauna she spotted. Jenny figured that Brit wouldn’t be all that interested in sea life, but maybe Jenny could coax her into it. Like…selling huge portraits of the sea floor! Yeah!
Jenny went up to check up on Brit down on solid ground. She had at least expected to spot Brit drifting freely on a inflatable raft tanning with a tall glass of exotic juice, but Jenny instead noticed Brit hadn’t even left the beach and barely moved far from their hotel. Jenny touched down and looked at Brit, who didn’t acknowledge Jenny’s arrival.
“Something wrong?” Jenny asked, bending down to look at Brit’s face. Eyelids were halfway closed and mouth had a constant frown plastered on. Brit looked like half-dead. Jenny rapped a finger against a cheek, watching the flesh bounce. “Brit? You…okay?” Jenny transformed her other hand into a scanning device. A quick showing of Brit showed her to be physically healthy, outside of getting a little too much of a tan. Jenny quickly whizzed back to the hotel and picked out a umbrella. Setting it up, Jenny slapped Brit a few time. That got her out of a daze. “What’s wrong, Brit?”
“Nothing.” Brit remarked. “There’s no problem. I’m fine.”
“You know that means you’re not.” Jenny stated, hands on her hips and concerned. “Please tell!”
“Honestly.” Brit sighed. “I don’t know. I just feel…” She took a breath to figure out what she needed to say. And she didn’t find that. “…I don’t know. I feel cold and lifeless…like a zombie…”
“And this vacation is making it worse, huh?” Jenny asked, Brit confirming with a nod. “Wanna try something different then?” Jenny pressed on her chest and the monitor appeared. “We could try something more energetic.” A display of a green forest and a background mountain appeared. “Like hiking or camping?” Brit merely shook her head. “Okay…” The image changed into a cityscape. “You wanna leave the beach and enjoy a day in the city.” Again the head shook ‘no’. “Something not so physically demanding then?” The screen flickered and showed a small resort. “Sauna, massages, heated pool, live in the lap of luxury?” Brit’s response changed, a weak nod. “You sure?” Jenny asked to be certain. Brit responded with another weak nod. “Okay…” Jenny trailed off as she picked Brit up and delivered her back to the hotel. “Dry off and I’ll get our things packed.”
Brit went into the bathroom and undressed. Not that she really needed to; she didn’t go into the water and the only dirt on her was sand on the bottom of her sandals. Still, she felt relaxed now that she was out of her suit. She might not wear it ever again.
The resort promised a lot from what Jenny blabbed on about, just reciting the information on the website. Brit did enjoy these sorts of places, and the fact that it had pudding did make things better. Besides, she could go off radar for a bit and avoid run ins with her parent’s agents. If they asked where she went to for a week, she would say that she went to a resort wanting peace alone. They might not buy it, but Brit would be able to point out they had no evidence to prove that Brit and therefore can’t push her out of the family estate…again.
Still, Brit couldn’t shake the feeling that she felt something wrong. No explanation and she couldn’t shake it off. She felt a bit warm with Jenny right next to her, but that was just the jet engine giving off heat through Jenny’s chest.