This choice: at a swim/boating party (with you in a model yacht) • Go Back...Chapter #6at a swim/boating party (with you in a model ya... by: SWLatina ![Author Icon](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-2.gif) Your parents are well off. Very well off.
Part of this is because of your Dad's electronic skills and ability to pick good stocks. But a large part of that was due to the seed money provided by the Emknirsh settlement.
About the time your mother was pregnant with you, the research folks at Emknirsh Corporation accidentally released a very exotic isotope onto the world.
The end result was a handful (no pun intended) of female babies being born like you. Babies who were born premature, incredibly small, and who would only grow up to be six inches in height (give or take an eighth of an inch).
So Emknirsh provided for the families of these little girls very well. Very very well.
The end result is that those tiny girls (now all turning twenty) and their families will never want for anything for their entire lives. And Emknirsh has promised to come up with a process to reverse their diminished size.
Nobody was holding their breath, waiting for results.
So for now, young women like you are making the best of their little situations.
The swimming/yachting party is being held on/in the inside pool of your house. Your mother loves swimming laps, and you're allowed to swim there as well (properly supervised, of course). Usually this entails you diving off the deck from the specially designed model yacht that accompanies your trips into the pool.
Normally when you go swimming/yachting, both you and your mother wear modest one piece swimsuits that still show some cleavage (you are very well endowed in that area, have breasts that would be D cups if you were regular sized) as well as the fact that you have a very fit, trim body.
For your first courtship date, though, you have to wear an all covering triangular beach cover, along with an overly large hat in which your dark, lustrous hair (which, unbound, reaches to the small of your back).
Your mother is wearing the sa, me kind of outfit, but you doubt she's wearing the same thing you are underneath. You're wearing a strapless white bikini top with bikini bottoms that are so small, you had to shave EVERYWHERE for it.
Of course, you're not going to wear the outfit in the open for Mike to see. Even though you argued with your mother about the cover all, instead of your usual modest swimsuit, you were secretly thankful she did so. And so, even though you are enjoying your secret rebellion underneath your clothing, you know you would be too embarrassed to wear it in front of Mike.
Mike and your Dad wear conservative swim trunks and T-shirts and, with your father's permission, Mike takes off his T-shirt to get into the pool with you. Or, more specifically, with your yacht. Your father joins Mike and shows off the details of the yacht, including it's propulsion system.
You're more interested in the details that Mike reveals when he takes off his T-shirt.
Mike is, in a word,, cut. He obviously works out a lot. He's not overly muscled like a bodybuilder, but just more defined, like a gymnast or one of those guys that run those American Ninja courses.
Both you and Mike are both a little shy around each other, but he's sweet and nice, and considering his blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skinned Adonis look, you're wondering if maybe this arranged marriage thing is not going to be such a bad thing after all.
You're explaining to Mike how you can drive the yacht yourself, rather than let it be remote controlled, when | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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