Getting Used to Summer (Patreon)

The broadcast for today said it would only be 67 degrees outside. Perfect weather for jeans and a sweatshirt. A tad bit chill but nothing more. But leave it to mother nature to prove those meteorologists wrong. You found out the hard way as you stumble into your room, absolutely drenched with sweat. However, your bedroom was no relief. Your entire house, in fact, was just as hot as it was outside. With no wind and humidity you thought it had to be at least 95⁰ out minimum.

You strip off all your damp clothes piece by piece only to leave a loose white tank top on. Wearing all black didn't help your situation either. As if your current situation couldn't get any worse, you flip on your fan just it hear it stutter, clank, and die. You let out a sigh and wipe the returning sweat off your forehead.

You do remember that there was a fan left by the house's original owner in the attic. A pretty crappy one at that, probably wouldn't work either. But you would do ANYTHING to subside the heat. You venture up into your basement that's basically a sauna from the hot air rising. You scramble around for the fan and quickly find it. You climb the ladder back down with the janky fan and dash over to the nearest outlet to plug it in. When you plug it into the outlet you check to see the settings on it so you can crank it up to max only to discover that there are none. Not that it matters, it's blowing air and it's functioning, somehow.

You stand over right in front of it, hands on knees to recover from your expedition to the attic. The air is outstandingly refreshing, not what you'd expect from such a small device. It feels like it's hitting your entire body as well. You can't complain, it's like you actually have functioning air conditioning for once.

You feel the air especially chilly flowing through your hair. Silky crimson threads riffling in the breeze. You still feel a little warm, but this little fan is helping so much. A sudden chill overtakes your body as you fail to notice your body becoming dainty but defined.

The air begins to hit like a torrent, you feel deeply satisfied as the heat subsides. Your lower body feels especially chilly, your hands feel no sweat when you run them up and down your soft, but powerful thighs. You're thrown a little off balance by your behind becoming heart shaped and wide. But you're more surprised when you discovered your lack of penis that was replaced by a flat slit. It didn't matter to you. Anything to escape the heat.

You're not entirely cooled off though. You grab the sensitive weights on your chest to lift them up so the refreshing air an get under. Your breasts feel especially chilly as the weight in your hands slowly get heavier. The wind tickles your nipples as they get hard and perky in the wind. Once the fleshy orbs hit E cups you drop them back down to your chest and the fan switches off.

Even with the fan off you feel relaxed and cool, given you now were a curvy athletic young woman with permanently perky and senstive nipples. But having your nipples teased by whatever you're wearing is better than nearly dying of heat exhaustion.