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Cheat day: the pizza dare

Another dare from @fangirlsarah1996

I stood in her bathroom for the very first time, my hands trembling. I kicked off my running shoes and stepped barefoot onto her bath mat. I opened the medicine cabinet no anti psychotics, steroids or sign of std creams - check. I poked through her collection bathroom beauty products. Being in a woman’s bathroom is like being backstage at a play you always wanted to see. You get to see behind the scenes, where she puts herself together, where she covers up her imperfections. I did not bring any of that with me, only my imperfections and these dirty gym clothes.

I pulled off my T-shirt and sports bra, my boobs flopped out. I let my gym shorts fall to the floor. I looked into her mirror at my naked sweaty body. My little tummy bulged out. I sucked it in and ran my fingers over my hips and stepped into a strange shower.

I do not hate my body, but I do have a small trauma surrounding public nudity (one I do not want to discuss). I guess I am trying to work through it. It’s weird. I enjoy being seen naked. I almost crave it. But since my trauma the thought of it induces panic attacks, tears and sometimes stomach cramps.

I let the hot water flow over me. A feeling of dread welled in the pit of my stomach. Took deep breaths to center myself.

“I can be playful - I can be fun”, I repeated to myself. “This will be fun. This will be short. You are going to be ok”.

I toweled myself off and wrapped up in the fluffiest towel I have ever felt, walked out of the bathroom to see my fully dressed date smiling at me.

“I am so surprised this is what you chose as a second date,” Cassandra (not her real name) said.

“What can I say. I am a cheap date. Meeting for a run then helping me do a silly pizza dare is my idea of a perfect night,” I said. I laughed but it felt awkward.

Cassandra embraced me. The tips of our noses touched. Our eyes met. Her hands entered my towel - touching me, hips thighs, stomach; I melted. She pushed me against a wall and kissed me. Her lips were soft. She tasted of lemon and peppermint.

“No Netflix just chill,” she said bretween breaths.

“Uh huh,” I groaned.

Ding-Dong

She released me. For a moment I did not know where I was. She placed me in front of the door. I adjusted my towel. I felt panic creep over me. My knees were shaking when I opened the door to see a man with a blue shirt.

“Hello, I have….your…pi….z….z…a,” he said. His eyes large.

“Hi, sorry I was in the shower,” I said. My knees trembling.

“That’ll be $23.45,” he said handing me the pizza. That was when I realized I did not have any money.

“One moment,” I said. I turned to grab my purse and Cassandra handed me a fistful of bills. I took it and handed it to the man. He handed me the pizza. Then looked at the ground and covered his eyes.

“Uhhh, here is your change,“ he said.

I saw Cassandra standing behind the door holding a towel. My towel. I was standing in front of this man completely exposed. I felt like I had been hit by a truck.

“K…k…k…eep the change,” I said and shut the door. Cassandra was on top of me. Tears streamed down my face. She took the pizza and held me… I think this might be worthwhile