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MidReal Story
The Boy I Grew Up With
Scenario:Eines Abends geht Zoe ins Bad, um sich bettfertig zumachen. Als sie in den Spiegel schaut, überlegt sie, ob sie sich die Schamhaare abrasieren und sich ganz intim glatt machen soll
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Zoe
She is a young woman navigating adult life. She is curious, selfconscious, and determined. Zoe contemplates shaving her pubic hair for the first time, inspired by her partner's preference and desire to feel closer to her. She struggles with body image and feels the need to adjust her appearance to fit societal and intimate expectations. Her decision marks a transition from innocence to awareness in her personal relationships.
Zoe's Partner
He is Zoe's romantic partner. He is attentive, affectionate, and communicative. He expresses a strong interest in getting physically closer to Zoe, leading her to consider shaving her pubic hair. His relationship with Zoe is developing, and he plays a significant role in making her question and alter her body image. His emotional needs and preferences influence Zoe's selfperception and intimacy desires.
That evening, I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
As I looked in the mirror, I stared at my body.
I had never really thought about shaving my pubic hair before.
But now, I was considering it.
My mind racing with all the reasons why and why not.
It was vanity versus naturalness.
I wanted to be smooth, like my partner preferred.
I wanted to feel how it would be to have no hair there.
I wanted to try it out.
I picked up my razor and began to shave myself.
As I did, I couldn’t help but think about my partner and how he would react when he found out what I had done.
Would he be surprised?
Would he be pleased?
I couldn’t help but wonder if he would want to touch me right away.
If he would want to see me in all my smoothness.
I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel for him as well as for me.
Once I was done, I looked down at myself and couldn’t believe my eyes.
I was smooth and completely hairless.
I couldn’t wait until my partner saw me and touched me for the first time since I had shaved.
I run my fingers over the newly smooth skin, both thrilled and nervous about my decision.
Wrapping myself in a towel, I step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where my partner sits reading on the bed.
I keep the lights dim, preserving the mystery as I slip under the covers beside him.
He looks up briefly, giving me a quick smile before returning to his book.
I watch him for a moment, then lean over to give him a goodnight kiss.
His hand slides across my waist, pulling me closer.
I remain still, watching his face intently as his fingers trace lower, hesitating as they detect the unfamiliar texture.
His fingers linger at my waist, tracing small circles on my skin.
I watch his face, waiting for the realization to dawn.
He sets his book aside on the nightstand, turning to face me fully.
The bedside lamp casts a warm glow across his features as he studies me with growing interest.
His hand moves deliberately lower, exploring the newly smooth skin.
I hold my breath, both thrilled and anxious about his discovery.
His touch is gentle, questioning, making my skin tingle with anticipation.
He pauses, meeting my eyes with a knowing smile that says everything words cannot.
His fingers pause their gentle exploration as I break the silence.
"Do you like it?"
I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart against my ribs.
The bedside lamp casts a warm glow across his face as I study his expression, searching for approval.
The sheets rustle softly as he shifts closer, his hand still resting on my smooth skin.
Time seems to stretch in the quiet moment between my whispered question and his answer.
I feel vulnerable yet excited, hyper-aware of every small movement of his fingertips against my newly sensitive skin.
His fingers continue their gentle exploration, making me shiver slightly beneath the covers.
The bedside lamp casts a warm glow across his face as he shifts closer, his eyes never leaving mine.
I can feel his warm breath against my neck, his body heat radiating through the thin fabric of my nightwear.
My pulse quickens with each deliberate movement of his fingers, tracing a path from my hip up to my waist.
I hold my breath as he moves closer, his face drawing nearer to mine.
His fingers continue their gentle exploration, making me tremble with anticipation.
The bedside lamp casts a soft glow across his features as he studies my face intently.
His touch becomes more deliberate, tracing a path from my hip to my lower belly.
The sheets rustle softly as he shifts closer, his chest now pressed firmly against my side.
I can feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek, growing stronger with each inch he moves nearer.
My heart races as his eyes drift to my lips, lingering there for what feels like an eternity.
"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" he murmurs, his voice a blend of amusement and admiration.
I swallow hard, nodding slightly. "I hoped you would," I admit, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
His fingers continue tracing patterns on my skin as he shifts his weight, propping himself up on one elbow.
The mattress dips beneath us, and the covers rustle with his movement.
His face hovers inches from mine, his eyes searching my expression.
I can feel the warmth of his body pressing against my side, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
The lamp casts a gentle glow across his features as he slowly leans down.
My pulse quickens when his lips brush against mine, tentative at first.
His arm wraps around my waist, drawing me closer until our bodies align perfectly.
In that moment, everything else fades away, leaving only the undeniable certainty of us.