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MidReal Story
Swimming in a Sea of Girls
Scenario:My friend Mia invited me to a swimsuit party. But the moment I arrived, I realized something was off. Everywhere I looked, there were only girls—laughing, chatting, and having fun in the pool. And then I realized—I’m the only guy at the party.
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Jamie Carter
the only male guest, friends with Mia, average build with short brown hair, curious and slightly awkward.
Adrianna Blair
one of Mia's closest friends at the party, friends with Mia and some of the other guests, petite with curly red hair, witty and protective.
Mia Thompson
host of the party and Jamie's friend, friends with all the guests, tall with long blonde hair, outgoing and confident.
When I got home from work, I checked my email and there was an email from Mia.
When I opened it, it said that she was hosting a girls’ night at her place and wanted me to come.
I thought maybe she forgot that I was a guy, so I just left it.
The next thing I know, she’s calling me.
"Hey Jamie, what’s up?"
she asked.
"Not much. Just relaxing," I said.
"Are you coming tonight?" she asked.
"Where?"
"Girls’ night," she said.
"No, I don’t think so," I said.
"Why not? You were invited," she said.
"I just don’t think it would be appropriate. It’s called girls’ night. Hence the word girls," I said.
"Well, I’m inviting you. You’re a friend and all my other friends are girlfriends of my other friends. You would be the only boy," she said.
"No. I don’t think so," I said.
"Jamie, you’re my best friend. I want you there. It’s not a big deal. We’ll swim and have some drinks. It’s casual," she said.
I stared at my phone, weighing my options.
I could tell her no and end the call.
Or I could go and see what all the fuss was about.
My thumb hovered over the end call button, but Mia’s voice was wearing me down.
"Very well, I shall come for a while," I said.
"I’m so excited! You can come at 7 pm. Don’t forget your swim trunks and a towel," she said.
I jotted down the time on a sticky note and hung up.
I couldn’t believe I had just agreed to go to a party full of girls.
My phone buzzed with a group chat invitation.
"Pool Party at Mia’s!"
I sat at my desk and stared at the phone.
The group chat was blowing up.
Girls were talking about their swimsuits and what kind of snacks to bring.
It was starting to sink in just how out of place I would be.
I looked at the time.
It was 6:30 pm.
My swim trunks and a towel lay on my bed, but I couldn’t bring myself to pack them yet.
Instead, I scrolled through the messages trying to see if anyone knew a guy was coming.
There wasn’t any mention of it.
I sent Mia a text asking her if she had told everyone about me.
She sent back a winking emoji.
I stared at my phone willing her to send a real response.
Nothing.The clock said 6:45 PM.
My hands were clammy as I stuffed my blue swim trunks and a plain white towel into my gym bag.
I checked myself in the mirror.
Khaki shorts and a navy polo shirt.
I looked casual but not too sloppy.
Through my bedroom window, I could still see the group chat notifications popping up.
Someone was bringing margarita mix.
Another girl was excited about trying out her new bikini.
I stood in my driveway at 6:55 PM and checked the group chat one last time.
My phone lit up with a stream of selfies of girls I had never met.
They were lounging by the pool, colorful bikinis and cocktails in hand.
The photos kept coming as I walked down the street to Mia’s house.
Each notification made my steps slower and more hesitant.
I stopped at the corner of her street and watched another girl’s photo pop up.
The fence around Mia’s backyard was tall, but through it, I could hear splashing and laughter from the pool.
My fingers hovered over the screen, ready to text Mia that I was bailing.
I took a deep breath and forced myself to walk the final steps to Mia’s gate.
The latch was sticky, and my sweaty hand had trouble gripping it.
I finally pushed it open and stepped through.
The concrete path led me around the side of the house, past flowering bushes and garden lights.
The music and laughter grew louder with each step.
I stopped at the corner of the house, adjusted my polo, and gripped my swim bag tighter.
The scent of chlorine hit me as I turned the corner into Mia’s backyard.
About fifteen girls were lounging by the pool in colorful bikinis.
Some were floating on inflatable rafts or lounging on pool floats.
Others clustered near the shallow end with margarita glasses in hand.
Through the chaos of bodies and movement, I spotted Mia’s blonde hair at the far end of the pool.
She waved me over with a grin, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Hey, you made it!" she called out, her voice rising above the chatter.
I hesitated before responding, "Yeah, but you didn't tell them I was coming, did you?"
Mia’s grin widened, and she sauntered toward me.
She wore a red bikini that stood out among the others.
The girls in the pool grew quiet, and I felt their eyes on me.
The splashing and chatter died down, replaced by whispers and sideways glances.
My face burned as I gripped my swim bag tighter.
I stood frozen by the pool entrance, unsure of what to do next.
Suddenly, a girl with curly red hair emerged from the water and positioned herself between Mia and me.
She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes fixed on Mia.
"What game are you playing, Mia?" she demanded.
Some of the other girls started climbing out of the pool, their faces curious or annoyed.
Mia grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the crowd of staring girls.
She led me toward the sliding glass door that led into the house.
The girls watched us in silence, their faces lit by the pool lights.
We stepped through the door and into Mia’s kitchen.
She let go of my wrist and paused for a moment to pour two shots of tequila from a bottle on the counter.
She handed one to me with a reassuring smile.
I downed it quickly, feeling my hands still shaking.
Mia took her own shot, then grabbed my wrist again and led me up the stairs to her bedroom.
As we climbed, I heard Adrianna’s voice rising from the pool deck below.
"Girls, we need to protest this!" she yelled.
"Who does he think he is, crashing our party?" More girls were climbing out of the pool now, gathering around Adrianna as she pointed an angry finger toward Mia’s house.
We reached the top of the stairs, and Mia led me to her bedroom.
I unzipped my swim bag with trembling hands while Mia locked the door behind us.
The muffled sounds of protest drifted up from below as I pulled out my blue swim trunks.
Mia perched on her bed, watching me with an uncomfortable intensity.
"Can I use your bathroom to change?"
I asked, nodding toward the closed bathroom door.
She shook her head and blocked the door.
"No, I don't want you to leave," she said, her voice low and husky.
"I've been waiting too long for this moment."
I backed away, holding my swim gear clutched to my chest as Mia stepped closer.
She was still wearing her wet bikini, and water dripped onto her carpet.
"Mia, what are you talking about?" I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady.
She reached out and touched my arm, her eyes locked onto mine.
"There's something I need to tell you," she whispered, "something I've never told anyone else."