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The pebbles hurt between my toes , the wind cut across the beach chilling me to the bone. In the distance i could see the line of brave souls surfing the burnt out pier, they bobbed like black seals waiting of the perfect set.
I folded my heavy jeans that moments before had slid from my freshly moisturised legs, followed by my T and pop socks.
Cold wind bit into my skin below my new swim suit and felt my nipples harden in the cold as i ran towards the skin pinching water. I kept running the water reaching my thighs then i dived forward into the surf and and breast stroked to the 200 meter boy and back to the shore.
As i walked form the water i noticed how much i shivered the cold was unbearable as the wind felt like a frozen whip lashing my wet and chilled skin.
Quickly i pushed the straps from my shoulder and the swim suit dropped from my now naked body as i shivered and quickly wrapped myself in the over sized fluffy towel i had yanked from my bag moments earlier. The seals still bobbed in the sure of the old burnt out pier.
While slipping on my jeans and T I thought to myself I’m never doing that again that was to painful, to cold i don’t think I could cope with this each morning.
As I wondered up the beach my legs itching as they warmed up and my blood started to race round them banishing the bone chilling cold.
I decided then and there to join a Gym and not to care about what other people might think of a TGirl using the ladies changing room i mean were else would i change I’m a girl.
I walked into Livingwell in brighton on my way home, really scared and told the manageress about the issue and that i wanted to join she was like “Honey were else would you change your a girl , we don’t do bigotry “ 20 mins later i emerged myself in a warm pool and swam 140 lengths so much warmer than the sea.
