Indian Summer

A revision of an old DA post. Let me know if you want me to write more Indian TFs. I really just need any excuse.

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"God, this smells amazing," Paula murmured, dragging her oiled fingertips along her collarbone. "Like… incense and honey and something..."

Paula sighed deeply as she squeezed yet another thick dollop of the exotic suntan oil into her waiting palm, watching as the golden liquid caught the sunlight, shimmering like liquid amber between her fingers. The ornate glass bottle, covered in swirling Hindi script she couldn't read, had promised a "deep, natural bronze glow", which is exactly what her perpetually pale, freckled complexion had always lacked no matter how many hours she spent baking by her apartment complex's pool. As she began massaging the warm, fragrant oil into her thighs, she marveled at how it seemed to melt into her skin, leaving behind a faint sheen and a heady scent mixture of sandalwood, jasmine, and something deeper (a sort of musk, maybe?) that made her inhale deeply and bite her lips. Her fingers lingered near the edges of her bikini bottoms, the oil making her touch glide effortlessly over her suddenly hypersensitive skin.

Within minutes, Paula felt an unusual warmth radiating from deep within her flesh, her normally porcelain skin flushing with color as it darkened several shades into a rich, coppery bronze. "Damn, this stuff works fast," she murmured in awe, twisting her arm to admire the sudden transformation, the way the sunlight played across her newly golden skin. But then the tingling started. Not unpleasant, but strange, like tiny electric currents dancing just beneath her skin's surface. Her breath caught when she noticed the fine, dark hairs sprouting rapidly along her arms, thickening and multiplying before her eyes into a lush coat of wiry black strands that gleamed with the residual oil.

"What the--?" Paula's voice trembled as she experimentally ran her fingers along her forearm, the sensation of the bristling hair sending an entirely unexpected but not unwelcome jolt of pleasure straight to her core. The changes were accelerating now; she could feel her breasts swelling against the confines of her modest bathing suit top, her nipples hardening into sensitive peaks that ached with each brush of fabric. A gasp escaped her lips as her hips visibly widened, her waist cinching in contrast while her ass rounded out noticeably, the lounge chair creaking under her shifting weight. The oil was clearly doing far more than just tanning - it was fundamentally rewriting her body, reshaping her into something distinctly... other.

With growing alarm mixed with fascination, Paula brought shaking hands to her face, her fingertips tracing the dramatic changes: the once-fine brows now thick and dark, the lips that felt plumper and more pronounced against her probing tongue. "No, no, this isn't—" Her panicked protest died in her throat as another overwhelming wave of heat crashed through her body, her skin darkening further into a deep, espresso brown while coarse black hair continued its relentless spread across her limbs. The voice that emerged when she tried to speak again was deeper, more sonorant, tinged with an accent she didn't recognize. Around her, the world seemed to tilt as the last vestiges of her old identity melted away in the heat.

Dizziness overwhelmed her, the spicy scent of the oil wrapping around her like an embrace. She collapsed back onto the lounge chair, her body writhing as the transformation continued; her Brazilian-waxed mound sprouting pubic hair that thickened into a coarse, dark thatch, her thighs rubbing together with a delicious friction. When she awoke an hour later, the first thing she felt was the scratch of thick, dark hair covering her limbs, the weight of her new breasts pressing against her chest, nipples still hard. She bolted upright, her hands flying to her face. Her nose was broader, the bridge thicker, her cheekbones higher, her body transformed into an ethnic caricature of sex.

"Haye Ram!" she cried out--Oh God! Fear and excitement raced inside her as she ran her hands over her transformed body, her fingers catching on the hair that now covered her arms, her legs, even trailing down her spine and up the hem of her bikini bottom. Her reflection in the poolside mirror confirmed it--Paula, the insecure white girl, was gone.

But as the shock faded, something else took hold. A slow and deep need. She dragged her fingers up her thick treasure trail, towards her swollen breasts, pinching a stiff nipple between her fingers. A moan escaped her new, fuller lips as pleasure crackled through her. Her hands traveled lower, over the soft swell of her belly, through the coarse nest of curls between her thighs. She was dripping, her body throbbing with a need she’d never felt before. "Haan... haan..." she panted, her hips rocking against her own touch, her foreign tongue wrapping around words that felt as natural as breathing. "Aur... aur chahiye..." (More... I need more...) she begged, though whether to herself, to the oil, or to some unseen force, she couldn't say. Her fingers worked faster, her thighs trembling as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her, threatening to snap. The old Paula would have been horrified. This new woman? She fucking reveled in it.

Maybe this was the perfect summer body after all.