Meeting with Riya

*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, SMACK!*

You switch off your digital alarm clock and get up. "*Yawn*, So today's the day huh!" You can feel your heart beating faster with excitement. You freshen up, take a shower and head downstairs.

Your mom has already left for work. Your sister is downstairs on the couch, tapping away on the laptop, probably the part-time work as an editor that she'd picked up for her college magazine.

"Hey sis, good morning."

"Good morning to you too shorty."

"Ugh.. one centimeter...you know what, I'm actually in a good mood today. I'm not gonna let you ruin my mojo."

"Oooh BIG MAN! Fine! I'd hate it if you did something to fuck up the date."

You take out the leftover pizza from yesterday and heat it up in the oven. You hear its gentle hum and stare at it rotating. *BEEP* You take it out and sit down on the counter to eat it. You keep thinking about the various scenarios your date could end up in and how you'd react to different scenarios.

"Da.....DA!.........DA!!" You are knocked out of your reverie. "What...what is it?" you say.

"....have you been staring at your plate this whole time?"

"What? No!" You look at the time. It's 12:00 pm. "Holy shit! I gotta get moving! The traffics gonna be a bitch at this hour." Arya just sighs. You quickly wash your plate, get dressed in your best casual clothes, dark blue jeans, a white shirt. Your sister is standing in the doorway with a key. You approach her and find out it's the key to your sister's bike.

"No scratches!"

"Of course." You take the key and kiss your sister on her cheek. She smiles at that display of affection.

"Wish me luck!'

"Best of luck. Trust yourself. It'll all be good. And drive safe."

"Thanks. I will." You head out on your sister's bike and towards your old college. The traffic on your way to your college is insane but you make it to the coffee center near your college in time with a few minutes to spare. You get off your bike and head towards the coffee shop and there she was. Standing outside and sticking out like a sore thumb because of her height.

She looked beautiful in an Amazonian kind of way. She was dressed conservatively but not overtly so, in a long flowing yellow sleeveless skirt that went down to her ankle covering everything that could draw attention, it failed miserably though. Although she looked pretty average she was undeniably busty with big breasts and a big ass that was aesthetically pleasing to look at. That combined with her beautiful curly shoulder length hair and amazonian height, she almost always drew attention. She is nervously scanning her surroundings when her eyes fall upon you. She smiles and waves your way.

"Hey! Long-time no see! You look good!" you say as you approach her.

"Thanks. You too!" she says with a genuine smile.

The coffee shop was busy as always with young college students bustling in and out. It had a very plain look but that did not take away from the fact that they served some of the best cold coffees in the city. You both manage to find a seat and sit down. Riya fidgets a little in her seat.

"Something wrong?" you ask.

"Hmm? Oh, it's nothing." she says quickly. "So what have you been up to?"

"Well you know, the usual. Work stuff. Being an ADULT adult comes with a fuck ton of responsibilities and the ability to buy anything you want." you say nonchalantly. Riya chuckles and says "I'm sure you have it down pat. Some of us underclassmen used to look up to you as our savior. I...none of us will forget the number of times you had to pull our asses out of the fire whenever we did something stupid."

You remember her being very shy when you first met her two years ago in your college cultural club when she was a freshman and you were in your third year. She seems to have shed a lot of her nervousness and was more confident in her mannerisms. Although she still had some ways to go, she was much more confident as a whole. The two years that you got to know her during your third year and final year were probably the most memorable. She took time to open up during your college group activities but when she did, it was absolutely amazing. She was super fun to be around and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't developed a crush on her during that time. And apparently she also had a crush on you as well

You talk to each other for what feels like hours, reminiscing all the fun times you had in college, the stupid shenanigans you did, the broken hearts you consoled, the exam stress you handled. Looking back, those really were good times. It gets dark outside. Thunderclouds.

"I think we should head back. It's gonna rain hard." you say. Riya agrees and says "I actually have some work with Arya. We should head back together. What do you say?"

"Yeah sure." you say. You pay the bill and head towards your scooter. You start it up and Riya sits behind you. You are surprised by the weight and almost tip over before Riya puts one of her long leg down and helps you right the bike.

"Sorry about that, I did not expect that." you say.

"I know I'm very heavy." Riya says.

*shit shit shit* you think to yourself and try to salvage the situation. "That's not what I meant..."

"Don't worry dude. I know I weigh a lot. My BMI is exactly right for my height category. So I know I'm not fat. I would have killed you if you had said I was fat." she says with mock seriousness before she bursts out laughing. You laugh a little nervously at first before you let out a quiet sigh of relief. NFs like her are stronger on average and you had no trouble believing that someone of her size could easily pound your face till it was paste on the pavement.

In fact there was a news a couple of years ago of an NF, Aisha, who was as tall as Riya, in Saudi Arabia who had done exactly the same. She couldn't take the **** that was met out to her by her own family anymore and one day she just snapped. The story goes that her father hit her ass with a stick in public because she tried to tell him about a couple of people who were harassing her in broad day light, grabbing her butt and teasing her height. Instead of taking her side her father instead thought she brought shame to the family and started beating her. Something snapped in her. She couldn't take the **** anymore and she had nobody to rely on anymore. She tore off her abaya(Islamic clothing for women that covers the entire body from head to toe) and punched him to the ground and kept beating her asshole father's face until the entire front of his face and skull collapsed from multiple fractures, and she kept punching even after that, his brains literally falling out. This display of anger was so violent that it shocked everyone around her and left everyone speechless and scared. In fact it was so brutal that it even shocked her future would be executioner, Asim Mohammad, who happened to be in the area at the time. Used to seeing heads roll and chopped hands and feet, he thought he was immune to all kinds of gore but nothing could prepare him for what he saw that day. By the time the woman was done her father's head from the neck up was all but a bloody, chunky paste on the ground. Her anger was such that even though she herself had multiple fractures on her hand she kept up with her onslaught. She was arrested shortly after and was executed by Asim. Her execution by the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia was roundly criticized all over the world, but at the end of the day, they were too important of an ally of the West to suffer any real consequences. She was the last person Asim would ever execute in his life. Her display of anger made him question some things in his life. Not only did a woman, who were supposed to be weaker than men, beat and kill a man in broad day light, but she also eagerly looked forward to her own demise. She was fearless and without regret in the face of ****. How much hate would a person need to have to commit such a heinous act, knowing very well of the consequences. The mullahs explained her actions saying that since she was a NF she was a spawn of the evil Djinns which is why she had man genitals and that it was better for her to be executed to get rid of her evil before it got too late. That explanation never sat well with Asim who later on went to Canada to visit his brother where his horizons were broadened and he learnt a lot more about NFs and the problems they faced in society. All of this would culminate in him applying for asylum in Canada and becoming an advocate for women and NF rights in Islamic countries in the middle east.

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Hey guys, Smithjohnsonian here. This lock down due to the COVID-19 has suddenly freed up a lot of my time. I'll try to write as much as I can during this period. You guys are free to add to this story if you want. Oh and some constructive criticism is always welcome. I'm trying to add a little details here and there to have some world building going on at the same time. This world mirrors our world in a lot of ways and I'm trying to show the effect that NF's would have if they existed in our world. Let me know about any inaccuracies or if there's any other information I could use. That's it for now. Bye!