We walked to the beach. As soon as we left my house I felt Andrew putting his hand on my waist and pulling me towards him. I tried to resist briefly but all my efforts were in vain. I was so small and weak now that he didn't even realize I attempted to object.
At first, I was marveling at how the world had changed. Women walked around with their backs arched, hands
often folded beneath their breasts for support. All this achieved, though, was a little artificial lift and
some very prominent breasts.
Then I realized how short I actually was. Everyone present on the street was taller than me. Everyone but a group of, I guessed 9-year-old, kids playing nearby.
"Look at everybody. They're all staring at you."
I suddenly looked up, and Andrew was right. Little children were staring openly and pointing, while a couple of teenage boys were joking and pointing. Some of the women whom we passed gave sympathetic, pitying looks, while a couple of the men eyed me with interest, as if sizing me up.
I suddenly realized that they saw that I was going around barefoot, and in this world, that could only mean
one thing. Everybody knew, and were waiting to see it happen...
Heart in my throat, butterflies in my stomach, the next words filled me with dread...
"Are you ready? We're here at the beach!"