like those jiggling in front of you)) And as a man, my privates were definitely well-covered ((Uh-huh. By a cute little wig that looks just like a pussy and leaves your naughty bare behind out for everyone to see)) I shook off my doubts and fears as best I could. No time to waste. Reaching the camp, I fought off the temptation to re-clothe my naked, feminine body which might have looked suspicious to the girls and set to work.

The packs were lined up just as I remembered them. Quickly, I picked up the one closest to the campfire and held it over the burning logs. Slowly, it began to blacken and smoke. Small flames started licking up along the side. I set it back close to where it had been and saw with satisfaction that it was still burning. Great! The girls would think that a spark from the campfire had ignited it, but I was sure now that by the time we got back, their entire wardrobe would be consumed. Three girls stuck out here naked, with only me to help them! The idea sent another painful flash of arousal through my disguised crotch.

Running as best I could under the circumstances, I headed back up the trail to the swimming hole. Enroute, I stopped and looked for my swimming cap, but I didn't see it right away, and I really didn't have any time to spend looking for it. Mustn't make the girls suspicious. So I resumed my run and was back at the swimming spot less than five minutes after I had left.

A surprising sight met me there, however. Mavis, Claire and Sylvia were swimming about, just as I had expected, but as they climbed back on the bank for another dive, I saw that all three were wearing bathing suits! Each of them had on an identical black one-piece suit, rather conservative in cut, and, lined up by their towels, I saw three pairs of rubber sandals.

They turned and looked at me, three bathing-capped beauties in swim suits, smiling at the surprise on my face as I stood there, nude and feminine before them, my curly hair surrounding a lovely face, the mascaraed eyes wide with surprise, the lips parted in a startled "O!"

"What's wrong, Love?" Mavis asked as she prepared to dive again, "Cat got your tongue?"

"Yeah," Claire, the long-legged red-head prompted, "Haven't you ever seen other women swimming before?"

"Uh-er-uh" I nervously crossed my arms over my breasts and tried to casually drop one hand down over my pudenda a complete failure, of course, "I thought we -uhwe were going -er-"

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"Skinny-dipping?" The petite Sylvia, blonde hair now completely covered by her bathing cap, giggled, "Oh no, Silly! I mean, it was fun running down here like that and all, but we three all had swim suits and sandals rolled up in our towels! Didn't you?"

Of course, I thought, flooding with relief, Mavis had undoubtedly put a bathing suit and sandals inside my towel for me. I looked around. Now where had I dropped it in my hurry?

"Uh-" I was no longer fighting the blush that now enveloped my shapely body completely, "Uh, Where's my towel?"

"Where did you throw it, Sweet?" Mavis asked archly, "Don't you remember?"

More and more perplexed, baffled and embarassed, I looked around again. Where was the damn thing? Under the eyes of the smiling women, my nude body seemed as large as a football field and my fluttering hands no bigger than postage stamps.

Claire was grinning broadly now.

"Looks like you've lost it," She said.

"But I couldn't have!" I protested, "Where is it?"

"It's time you learned, Love," Mavis pronounced, "That Nature is very unforgiving--"

"And so are we!" Sylvia interjected.

"A camper who gets careless with her gear may lose it," Mavis went on, "And you can count yourself lucky that you've learned this lesson at the cost of just a towel and some bathing togs. Now come on in for a swim," She smiled that secret smile of hers, "You look charming, standing about like that, but you're apt to get sunburned if you don't cool off!"

"Yeah," Claire cracked, "You're getting red already!" Mortified, I raced over to the stream and plunged in. Oooo! it was cold! I felt my bare skin tighten as the pores closed and my nipples hardened and thrust forward. But I stayed under just asd long as I could, both to hide from the laughing eyes of my companions and to conceal the tears of humiliation that were welling up in my eyes. At last, I surfaced, panting. Just wait, I told myself. Just wait.

The ladies were as cheerful and friendly as ever, sporting about me in the water, and Sylvia commented that I was a good loser, even when it came to losing my clothes.

Just wait.

When we came out on shore, however, they were back to being implacable, refusing even the loan of one of their towels to dry myself off with. So I had to huddle on a rock in the sunlight, my knees drawn up to my chin, and wait for the breeze to dry me off as Mavis, Claire and Sylvia chatted.

I was almost dry when Sylvia strolled over and smiled at me. She wore her towel knotted around her waist like a skirt, and the sight of her, looking almost fully-dressed, made me feel more nude than ever.

"My, don't you look scrumptious!" She said, putting a hand

on my bare leg, "Just good enough to eat!"

I blushed again and she continued, laughing:

"Oh, I hope you're not the hung-up type. About girls, I mean."