A well fitting swimsuit.

Chapter 2
Chapter 1 : Tattoo

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Chapter Description: Danielle learn not to offend odd looking old womens in a foreign country.

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Back in the bungaloo, Alexandre was tipping his keyboard like crazy, his eyes rived on the half done work which, as enormous as it was, turned out to be way easier than expected.

He thought ’Hell, I don’t even know why I’ve not done this stuff earlier, it’s not so hard. I could even have improved it if I had not postponed it so much.’ He finished another lign. ’Yep, I’m definitively going to pass my exam this year ! And next step : a job.’

A dim thought crossed his mind, untying his gaze from the gleaming screen ’But in the end, you don’t really want to go past theses steps, don’t you ?’ And Alex couldn’t deny what the tiny voice just said, for it wasn’t the first time it voiced his deep feelings.

He had been thinking it once in a while for many years, with increasing regularity as each ones of them brought him closer to adulthood. Him failing the exams had much more to do with a lack of motivation than one of skills.

He wasn’t ready for it. Working life, responsibility, expectations to fullfill, and all the others things of the like who were eventually going to make him hold off from his dear college campus life.

No matter how long they were, his studies were definitely coming to an end and at 23 years old he would have soon to stop his careless lifestyle. ’It’s time to play in the big league.’

Sitting deeper in his seat, he could do nothing but stop and glare at what was behind him. At twenty three, he was way away from his teen years, and well formed as he has started to become peoples he met were already speaking and relating to him no longer as a teen but as an adult. A young adult, but a adult nonetheless. And he couldn’t had wished more otherwise.

Deeply, he envied thoses carefree years when worry and apprehension only belonged to the answer of how many friends and fun he was getting, or what teachers could wrote on a single sheet of paper a few times a year. Now, he would have to begin the adult life, whose goal was to make him a married man ’set’ in a mature – which was just another way to say boring – and uneventful life. In short, an old fart.

" Why can’t things just stay as they are ? " Sighed Alex, pating his brown hair absentmindedly.

But his spleen eventually departed as soon as it has come and, regaining composure, he leaned back into his work. What was the point of all thoses thoughts anyways ? Time wasn’t going to stop its course for him. He had to move on. A brillant girlfriend was waiting for him to join her, on the beach as in adulthood. And she would not be satisfied with a childlish dreaming boyfriend unable to stare at the future. And, damn, the future looked pretty nice to him. He only had to go on.

And with that in mind, he settled back to his works. And the tipping clatter soon filled the room again.

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’Damn, to think it’s our last days here !’ Thought Dabielle as she walked down the trail leading to the beach, which was brightly unshadowed by the glowing sun Danielle just marveled at.

As theirs bungaloo was almost facing it, she quickly reached her destination, the sand beach, whose shape, surrounded by relatively low rocky heights, somehow looked like a 3 facing the sea.

She started to walk down the long and nearly horizontal steps who curved down along the cliff till the sand ground. Below, on her left, she spotted some antic wooden changing cabins who, as old fashionned as they were, sure proved useful. Most beachs nowadays were lacking them, forcing people to come with their swimsuits stuffed under theirs clothes, or worse, to juggle with it under a wind fearing towel.

Two options Danielle was thus freed of. She wanted to try on her brand new swimsuit today after all. Safely protected under an ample straw hat, the average sized brunette was wearing a small blue shirt with color related shorts. While not outrightly displaying, her attire still suceeded to uncover both her navel and lower back, showing up her tattoo to the world to see.

[img align=left; footer=’’; border=0; showfooter=1;]http://img4.hostingpics.net/pics/598839462.png[/img] The plain wings tattoo sure wasn’t subtle nor original, She got it at 18 as an anniversary gift from her parents. Well, more precisely – she thought back - they gave her money and she used it in a tattoo shop. They weren’t very pleased by such an use but it was as close as a gift it could be.

But outside the plainess, it was sort of a reminder of her late teenhood uprising personnality ; a memory of a sudden change she was overproud of.

During her entire childhood, from preschool to as far as fourteen years old, Danielle had been a shy girl, a deeply shy girl. The sort of whom seems to hide behind their teddy bear if not their mom’s or dad’s and finally among friends. The typical shy girl at school nobody remember the name nor having ever caught gazes with.

Growing out of it had been rather sudden and pleasant stage she had been eager to mark with an so called ineffaceable proof.

If she wasn’t very fond of her childhood memories, it clearly wasn’t the case of her parents, who sure liked to remind her of thoses ’cute’ times way back in the old bashfull past when she would furiously blush to the mere thought of speaking in front of more than 2 peoples. Even years afterwards, everytime her family gathered for some dinner or, worst, when a friend came house; they were able of drawing out of their hats some embarassing moment of her childhood she couldn’t even believe herself.

No, she clearly wasn’t fond of thoses times, hence her attachment to--

Her daydreaming suddenly come to an end as she triped over a small rock esceeding the sea used stairs.

Fortunately, she was almost at the end of the aforementionned stairs, only a few foots far from the damp and soft sand.

Unfortunately, someone was standing between her and the sand.

" Oooch. "  The colision sent them into a short lived fly across the sand and she soon found herself landed among her parasol and beach articles in a dimly painful way. Seing her straw hat slowly landing some foots away, she recognised the fall as the more damaging for the ego than the body sort.

Putting herself on her knees, massaging her arms, the 23 years old girl quickly get up at the view of whom she collided.

" Oh, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking. Did you hurt yourself ? " Said Danielle, helping the old aged woman to get up, hoping the poor old lady was not hurt somewhere. She seemed to be part of a group of locals – now around her - , seeing how she and them were warped in some old looking half body covering garment no western people would wear on a beach. The woman didn’t even take the time to answer her, turning to her friends, mumbling.

" Err, are you ok ? " She asked again as the old woman glared at Danielle while speaking – or rather, it seemed, complaining- to her similar dressed comrades in a language the young woman failed to recognise. Now that she could see, the woman had nothing and although she was in fault for the incident, Danielle couldn’t help but feel irritated by the behavior of the old woman who was clearly acting like she had just hurt some inaninate rock. Surely refraining your open disdain and ire couldn’t be so difficult, let alone looking at peoples in the eyes.

Still, she promptly collected her belongings and reitered her apology to the group. ’Danielle, my dear, they obviously don’t understand a word of what you’re saying’ she tought. It calmed her. The old one couldn’t get her attemps at apologing, nor speak to her in the slighiest way. No wonder she ignored her. Nothing to blame for, in the end.

Having finished with her articles, she took the time to get a closer look at the groups. Six womens of various old ages, albeit one looked younger than the others, being close to her forty’s. The one she had just run knock over with was by far the oldest, maybe seventy years olds, and seemed to be the leader among them. It was a wonder how she hadn’t see them up on the stairs, as theirs colourfull clothes almost covered them entirely.

While the beach was in no ways private it was pretty uncommon to see locals people on it among tourists. Danielles had seen a few of them during her vacation, and it had been each time quite a funny sight to her. ’I know I should have convinced Alexandre to choose the Caraibes, here they’re way too backward about showing theirs bodies. Congrats for walking out in the sun covered like that, though.’

" Well, escuse me ladies but our paths separates here. Have a good sunbath !" She joked while turning over to the cabins after putting on her hat. She couldn’t help but exclaim, amused " If only they knew how retarded they looks !"

" Would you dare repeat that, young girl ! "

Danielle almost choked. She quickly turned over to see the same old woman glaring at her. She could speak english !

"Wait, you could understand me all along ?" The surprise and shame at being caught red handed over what she said and the anger at how this old fart had been acting around her quickly mixed, and the later won. "Well escuse me for being rude, but I don’t recall being the one who-"

Danielle hadn’t even finished her ranting when she was promptly interrupted.

"I don’t give a damn over what a whore like you have to say, you should be ashamed of showing so-"

This time it was Danielle’s turn to cut her off, and the two women, both deeply convinced of being on their rights, quickly went into a quite loud verbal fight who soon attired the attention of several other peoples around them on the beach.

" Oh, get lost ! End of the discussion ! "  Finally said Danielle. Seing she finally got a short instant of silence from the woman, Danielle quickly uttered " Think what you want of me, but let me tell you the world is changing and it’s not going to wait for you. You should learn to adapt to your surrounding in the future if you don’t want to keep being shocked over petty things. That’s it."

Much to her surprise, the angered woman suddenly grabbed her arm, clutching it like a eagle over it’s prey. Totally took by surprise by such strenght out of what looked like an old bag of bones, she couldn’t help but feel like a little girl caught breaking a vase. ’Where did she hide such strenght ?’ She looked up.

" So, I have to change, is that it ? You will discover, you little girl, that it’s you who’s going to change if you keep shocking your surroundings. "

And for the first time, Danielle met the gaze of the old woman. The old dry woman had kept avoiding to look at her at first, and later on during the argument Danielle didn’t really took the time to notice it, but she had bright grey eyes clear as the moon. In fact, as Danielle looked into them in a long unbroken gaze, they almost seemed to be glowing.

" Release me, at once ! " The twenty three years old tried to sound threatening, but her voice was openly betraying her " My boyfriend is on the way, he will be here in a moment ! " she added, not sure of it herself but willing to bluff.

" Oh, I wouldn’t dare separating two young fellows of your kind, Be sure that he will join you, my dear. " The soft calling, contrasting with the rough and menacing tone of the woman sent chills down the back of the young woman ’This woman is crazy’ She thought, her gaze still yet to devoid from the woman’s one, who again looked captivatingly glowing.

Had the young girl been able to look at the growing bunch of peoples all across the beach watching the strange event, she would have noticed the sudden vacant look on theirs eyes, and how they as suddenly get back to what they were previously doing, acting like they weren’t recalling seing anything strange around them.

At the same moment, the woman finally hold off her grip over Danielle arm, and quietly began to move away with her little group.

In a state of shock, not really believing herself what happened the instant before, Danielle’s mind went in full rolling mode.

What now ? Go after the old rag ? Althought her pride demanded her to do it and shove her bag in the old fart’s jaw, her body was begging her to put the whole ocean between it and the woman. Bring Alexandre with her ? She would have to explain to him how a old raisin freaked her out at the point of calling him to rescue.

No, nothing could ever convince the old woman she was in the wrong, anyway. And honestly she only wanted to put the event behind her at this point.

Still, realising with some shame that almost half the beach must have been looking at her at this point, she declared while turning up.

" I can’t believe such crazy women are allowed on... the beach- " She said the whole sentence with decreasing tone, ending up in a lowered mumbling, as she discovered no one was taking attention to her.

Not a single fucking mind around her seemed to care about the crazy event she had undergone.

Surely they all saw what happened. Danielle could even remember some of them giving her looks of approve during the argument. She couldn’t help but conclude that, somehow and for a reason she failed to grasp, all thoses peoples by doing so were showing her their disaprobation.

Her cheeks all red, she hastily entered the cabins she had been longing for since almost a quarter-hour.

However, unknow to her, during the mere thirty foot walk to the cabins, she had crossed the towel where Ms. Hortfeel, an sympathetic granny in her sixties, was lying down monitoring her two energetic grandhchildrens.

Ms. Hortfeel, for various and mostly forgotten reasons, had hold all her life a strong dislike of piercing, tattoos and others ’gothic, junkies and hippies things’ like she often called them. She had never permitted it to her children and wasn’t going to permit it either to her grandchildren when time would come for them to enter the foolishness of adolescence.

It’s almost needless to say that, when crossing path with the young lady whose back proudly show a wing tattoo, she wasn’t pleased by what she saw. Some can even say she was a bit shocked. Her gaze followed the girl all the way to her cabin, in the way disapproving people tend to act as though to make others melt by the power of theirs stare. ’Oh my ! Yet she looked like such a nice girl. What a waste.’

Meanwhile, in the cabin, Danielle was checking the lock on the door and the soliditty of the walls, a process mostly due to the fear of some clichés than anything else. She had already used this one a few days before, and beside she wanted to try her new bathing suit right away. Undressing herself, she failed to notice the subtle changes already taking place on her body. Already, tiny folds were appearing on her clothes as she slowly lost an inches and an half.

Oh, Danielle did notice a distinct feeling running over her chin up to her neck as her skin and flesh benefited what no cosmetic could ever achieve, but having removed her clothes up to her underwears she attributed it to her body sudden quasi nudity. Anyways, had she been aware of the regression she was undergoing, the almost imperceptible changes would still have been hardly noticeable to her.

Indeed, having sustained somes peoples could call a quick puberty, Danielle had already achieved her growth at eighteen, and there was thus little height nor weight to remove from the petit Brunette. Actually, she even gained half a pound, the results of her recent diet vanishing with her early twenties. Her hair did shorten a bit, but coming from long hairs to a different lenght long hairs wasn’t significant in any means. A mirror could have helped her notice how thoses sames hair went from her natural color to a light blond to brown again, going at a fast rate throught her twenty years old blonde phase in reverse. In the same way, had she decided last years to get a navel piercing after thinking of it for a whole month, the changes would surely have caught her attention in a rather painful yet saving way.

In the end, the only change that made her worry was the erasure of years of pills use on her breasts. A slight piece of fat disapeared from each of the C cup assets, leaving them almost the same on any third person eyes, yet more perky and oddly fitted in the bright new bikini top Danielle was putting on.

The nineteen years old rationally imputed it to

" Thoses damn fitting rooms rules ! I should really follow Sam’ advices and just try what I buy directly on skin rather than on my underwears, no matter what they say. The top definitively don’t fit as well as it seemed to !"

’It’s strange’ she thought, ’the bottom just before was perfect even so.’ And indeed the lace tie string bikini fitted her to a t. She hadn’t even needed to tighten it further.

That being thought she wasn’t in the mood to grumble anymore. As surprising as it seemed to her taking into account her recent quarrel, she felt marvelous. Was it the gentle caress of the wind on her skin or the general perkiness of her body, whatever, she left the cabin her hat on her head, her bags and parasol on her arms, and a bright smile on her face.

The sky was perfect, the sea wonderfuly blue, and the sand deliciously warm under her feets. Yes, this is going to be a great day, decided Danielle.

Had she took the time to look at her tattoo, she would maybe had say otherwise. Oh, there was still a few tiny changes here and there who had yet to finish themselves when she stepped out of he cabine, but it was only a question of minutes before the magic could finally complete it’s works and depart with a little more than 5 years of aging and a mere cubic inch of ink. Soon, Ms.Hortfeel couldn’t even remember what exactly bugged her earlier with this nice teen.

And, truly, the young woman who entered the cabins a few time ago couldn’t be called otherwise as she left it. Oh, sure, a 17 years and eleven months old teen, but a teen nonetheless.

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Not far from the beach, in a small bengaloo, another young adult was smiling. He was short a few line to eventually put an end to his work and join his beautifull girlfirend on the beach. At this thought, a distinct chilling swept his body from his toes to his chine. And, suddenly, his work started to look way more difficult than the moment before...

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AUTHOR’S NOTE : That’s it for today!

Retrospectively, I write a lot of description, and I hope I don’t write too much of it. I have a pretty clear view in my head of how places, characters or back story are, and when I write them in the end I always put some stuff I just thought between each sentences, thus lenghtening it a bit.

Thanks you guy little for the advices, I will try to make it look normal to english readers as much as I can. I’ve made some changes to the prologue.

If you see some big error in my sentences, don’t hesitate to warn me via review or pm. Reviews will be much appreciated, by the way. Be gentle, though.

 

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