I get by with a little help from my friends

Johanna: Hey Mary, I can't stop thinking about Steve. He's so damn hot. His broad shoulders, muscular arms, and that sexy stubble on his jawline drive me crazy. But I'm just too damn shy to approach him. What should I do?

Mary: Oh girl, I totally get it. Steve is a fine piece of ass. I've seen him in those tight jeans, accentuating every curve of his perfectly toned ass. And don't even get me started on those piercing blue eyes that could make any girl weak in the knees.

Johanna: Ugh, you're not helping, Mary. I need some advice on how to get his attention without making a fool of myself.

Mary: Alright, Johanna, listen up. Confidence is key here. You need to show Steve what he's been missing. Start by dressing in something that accentuates your assets, girl. Show off those luscious curves and make him crave a taste. And when you finally get a chance to talk to him, don't hold back. Be bold, be flirty, and let him know exactly what you want.

Johanna: I don't know, Mary. That sounds a bit intimidating. What if I embarrass myself?

Mary: Screw embarrassment, Johanna! Life's too short to worry about looking foolish. Take control of your desires, girl. If you want Steve, show him your wild side. Maybe even drop a few dirty hints about what you'd like him to do to you. Trust me, he won't be able to resist.

Johanna: Okay, maybe you're right. I've been holding back for too long. It's time to unleash the inner vixen and make my move.

Mary: Hey Johanna, I can see that you're hesitant about my advice. I know you well enough to understand that it might not work for you. You've always been self-conscious about your breasts and your natural pubic hair.

Johanna: Yeah, Mary, you're right. I've always felt insecure about my chest size, thinking they're not big enough to catch anyone's attention. And as for my pubic hair, I've embraced it as a part of me, and I will not shave it for anyone.

Mary: That's the spirit, Johanna! Remember, you're a badass woman with so much to offer. Don't let anyone make you feel less than that. Embrace your body, embrace your personality, and go out there and show the world what you're made of.

God, why am I such a coward? Mary's words were empowering, and deep down, I wanted to believe that I could be bold and confident. But the truth is, I couldn't bring myself to do it. The fear of rejection and the weight of my insecurities held me back.

Every time I saw Steve, my heart raced and my palms got sweaty. I wanted to walk up to him, to engage in a conversation that would make him see me in a different light. But as soon as I got close, my tongue would tie itself into knots, and my mind would go blank.

It wasn't just about my breasts or my pubic hair. It was a deep-rooted lack of self-acceptance that crippled me. I couldn't see myself as desirable, as someone who could captivate a man like Steve. I felt trapped in a never-ending cycle of self-doubt and fear.

The days turned into weeks, and I watched from a distance as Steve laughed and flirted with other girls. It hurt, but it also confirmed my belief that I wasn't good enough for him. I was trapped in my own prison of shyness, unable to break free.

I knew deep down that Mary was right. She took the piss out of me. Oh, Mary, you think you're so clever, huh? Making fun of me for not being able to stand still for five minutes? Well, let me tell you something, missy. Just because I struggle with my confidence doesn't mean I'm incapable of anything.

I may be shy and self-conscious, but that doesn't define me. I have strengths and abilities that you seem to overlook. So, challenge accepted. I'll prove to you that I can stand still for five whole minutes without moving an inch.

I take a deep breath, grounding myself and focusing on the task at hand. I plant my feet firmly on the ground, imagining myself rooted like a tree. The seconds tick by, and I refuse to let doubt creep into my mind.

I close my eyes, shutting out any distractions, and concentrate on the stillness within me. I feel the tension in my muscles, the urge to fidget, but I push through. Five minutes may seem like an eternity, but I'm determined to show Mary that I can do it.

As Mary starts the timer, I take a deep breath and focus all my attention on standing still. My muscles tense, and I resist the urge to shift my weight or fidget. Every fiber of my being is dedicated to maintaining my stance.

Just as the timer begins its countdown, there's a knock on the door. Mary goes to answer it, and I can't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. Who could be at the door right now? But I refuse to let it distract me from my mission.

A few moments later, Mary enters the room with someone in tow. I keep my head down and don't let my curiosity get the better of me. I hear their hushed whispers and the sound of their footsteps approaching.

The person enters the room, their presence lingering in the air. I can feel their eyes on me, assessing my stillness. But I remain steadfast, my determination unwavering. I won't let anything or anyone disrupt my focus.

Wait, what? Mary, what are you doing? I'm standing here, still as a statue, and you're... you're unbuttoning my blouse? A rush of panic surges through me as I try to comprehend what's happening. My heart pounds in my chest, and my mind races to make sense of this unexpected turn of events.

My body tenses up, my muscles frozen with a mix of shock and confusion. I feel a surge of vulnerability wash over me as my blouse gradually reveals more of my skin. The cool air brushes against my exposed flesh, sending shivers down my spine.

As each button comes undone, I can't help but feel a strange mix of anticipation and apprehension. My breath catches in my throat, my skin tingling with a strange combination of fear and curiosity. What is Mary trying to achieve? Is this some kind of test?

My mind spins with a flurry of emotions. I feel exposed, my innermost thoughts and insecurities laid bare. Woah, wait a minute! This wasn't part of the plan. I agreed to stand still, not to have my bra taken off. Panic surges through me, and my body tenses up even more. I feel a rush of vulnerability, my chest exposed and my breasts on display.

My mind races, trying to comprehend Mary's intentions. Is this some kind of test? Is she trying to push me further out of my comfort zone? I struggle to find the words to protest, but Mary's words echo in my ears, urging me to stay focused on the task at hand.

I take a deep breath, trying to find a shred of composure amidst the chaos. This isn't what I expected, but maybe there's a lesson in this unexpected turn of events. I reluctantly comply, trusting that Mary has a purpose behind her actions.

Woah, woah, hold on a second! This is going too far, Mary. I never agreed to this. I agreed to stand still, not to have my pants and underwear forcefully removed. Panic surges through me, and my body freezes with a mix of shock and alarm.

I feel a rush of vulnerability as my lower half is exposed, my pants and underwear sliding down my legs. My mind races, trying to comprehend Mary's actions. Is this some kind of twisted power play? I was so distracted. I hadn't been aware any more there was someone else in the room until Mary asks "Steve, how do you like that?"