Go back to the camp

Ah, the good old camp, your home for the summer. Shoddily built cabins and tall trees litter the small field. The campers are exiting their homes and starting to enjoy another day outdoors.

Only you and Sabrina supervise the sometimes endearing, sometimes infuriating group (well, and the cook, but she barely counts). There was quite the wave of layoffs this year; you have to admit that the place is a bit understaffed.

The councilor cabin, your cabin, rests at the center of the camp. Even from the shore, you can tell that Sabrina is sitting next to the door, taunting you with her crocodile smile. Further beyond is the entrance, where the flag is proudly… not there for some reason.

{if Ropa < 1} You put one hand across your chest and tightly press the other against your crotch. While you usually find that the camp is small, this time, it seems to stretch forever. Even taking the short walk to your cabin now seems more daunting than running a marathon.

Two eager campers, Ana and Sara, stop their morning walk to stare at you with their mouths hanging open. “Is that Nicole? Is she naked?”

“I guess Sabrina really got to her.”

Another boy stops wandering to gawk at you. “Hey chief, what happened to the dress code?”

You shake your head and try to ignore them. Sabrina will have what´s coming to her. For now, where do you want to go?

{elseif Ropa < 3} You see a couple of boys staring pretty intensely at your chest, waiting for your fingers to slip up. “My eyes are up here.” You say, annoyed.

“We aren´t looking at your eyes.” They reply. You grumble and keep walking.

{elseif Ropa < 5} “The full moon came early this month.” One of the campers say. You yelp and move both hands to cover your bottom.

“Told you she didn´t dye her hair,” Sara tells her friends while pointing at your now exposed crotch. Squealing a bit, you hang your head. You don´t have enough hands for this.

{endif}