You are Millie, a 22 year old tomboy woman living in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Your boyfriend is Max, a 21 year old man. It is a beautiful Saturday morning, so you and your boyfriend, Max, have decided to go to the beach for the day. It is the peak of summer.
You are in the bedroom of your shared apartment, rifling through your drawers for your swimsuit. Max is in the other room, watching TV. You are nearly uprooting your entire chest of drawers looking for your swimsuit. As you fling the last article of clothing out of the drawers onto the floor, you last out an exacerbated sigh and flop backwards onto the bed.
"Almost ready?" Max calls from the other room.
"Can't find my suit!" You call back.
He gets to his feet and shuffles into the bedroom, stopping briefly to gawk at the disaster of clothes you've made on the floor. He gives you that big, obnoxious grin he always gets and says "Did a tornado come through here?" He's always making dumb jokes like that.
When your only response is a downtrodden stare, he shrugs and says "Don't sweat it. We'll stop at Walmart or somewhere and I'll buy you a new one."
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"All out of women's suits? Even in the back?" You ask, barely believing what the clerk is telling you.
The clerk responds "Sorry, it's the busiest season."
You thank the clerk and walk away from the counter beside Max.
Then, he stops, glancing off to the side at something.
You stop as well, following his gaze. The men's swimsuit section has a small selection of swim trunks left. He shoots a glance at you, then back at the trunks.
You know exactly what he's thinking. "No." You say. Before Max can speak a word, you've always worked out what the gears in his head are turning for.
"Come on! Nobody would even be able to tell that you're a girl!" He exclaims. You frown at him.
"No." You say again.
He stares at the swimsuits for a bit longer, then slowly turns his head back to you, devilish grin practically splitting his lips. "I dare you to."
Dares. If there's anything that makes you and Max stand out as a couple, it's dares. What had once been lighthearted teasing had become an unspoken contest of bravery between the two of you. Wherever the dare card was played, neither you nor he dared to back down from the challenge.
You bite your lip nervously, then you clench your fists and groan quietly, before lifting your chin up at Max and staring him dead in the eyes.
"You're on."
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The refreshing shade of the canopy jutting out from the changing room gives Max a brief reprieve from the scorching sun and scalding pavement. The curtains screech as you slide them to the side and step out.
The loose, blue swim trunks strain at the width of your hips. Your entire upper half is completely bare, exposing your tiny breasts and your nipples.
Max grins at you, placing a hand on your back and pushing you out of the changing rooms onto the beach. A sea of people rolls before you, and you glance up with fear at Max.
"I can't do it. Let me put a shirt on at least." You say, voice quavering.
He grins slyly at you, whispering into your ear "Nope. Start walking, boyfriend."