This choice: Accidentally, you slap yourself in your sleep and wake. • Go Back...Chapter #5Accidentally, you slap yourself in your sleep. by: Mr. George   Snorting and snarling, you flopping hand and a wave of wrongness shrieks out assaulting all you hold true. The sound of the ocean, too loud, too clear. Your home isn't near enough the coast to hear the waves lapping on the shore, or for the sea breeze to chill your skin. But both do.
Eyes fluttering open, you realise that the nearness of the water is far from your biggest concern. The red bikini your filling is far more pressing. Hands flailing wildly, you struggle to a kneeling position. The sounds of complaints and confusion rising, as you do. The heft of your chest, and the way it shifts feel all too real.
Looking to both sides, you see gorgeous bikini clad beauties struggling upwards too. Your appreciative smile vanishing instantly as you realise they're thinking the same things. Their gazes dancing over your body, followed by their own revelation, realisation. At how they too fill their own bikinis.
Confusion and unhappiness flash over their faces. But as a trio, you peer around to see where you are. Hunched, half-hidden behind an abandoned leather sofa on the pier, you make a remarkable image.
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Someone clearly agrees, as you hear a camera fire off picture after picture. The photographer pulls the camera away from her face, revealing that it's Sandy.
"Hello girls. You here for the bathing beauty contest." The words clearly not a question.
"Jim, you're a little top heavy, or should I say your ass is too small."
The yellow bikini clad beauty's face falls, her insult to Sandy's retreating back, fired back at her with vengeance. The look of disappointment on Jim's new face, almost looking like the insult struck home.
"You need some glamour shots for your competition application forms."
Raising the camera, she fired off another volley of humiliating shots.
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"C'mon now Jon, you'll need to smile, to find a place in the final selection."
She shows you the last picture, transmitted to her nearby laptop.
In glorious detail, your concern clear for all to see.
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"Yes, Smile like Jack if you want to reach the final few."
Needing to regain some control, and smother your fear.
"Yeah. Why?"
Your voice sounding weak, rather than challenging or defiant. It's a voice for petulance, and a mouth for pouting.
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