The Pool

It feels like a good day to go for a dip in the water... filled with chlorine. Just as long as the wardrobe malfunction doesn't occur. You enter a state of deep thought again, the moment shrinkage comes into the picture; your flaccid micro penis shrinking smaller than usual - you would die of embarrassment.

But you still suggest a place of your choice before the professor enters. "How about the pool? It's a nice day to go for a swim." You could see yourself having fun with Isabella, splashing her with water and getting her wet. Not often - okay never have you ever been there, but you do know the pool is heated and there's a hot tub... at least according to other people who've been there before.

Yet Isabella's response seemed to be the opposite of her chirp, cheerful self. Not that you could pick up the body or facial language, but she starts to feel tense. She tries to not make it obvious; she is hesitant about going there. "Woohoo! Yeah, pool!" That sounds ****. "How deep are we going in the water?"

You're not the brightest bulb but based on that question, there's a sense of subtleness; does this require swimming clothes to be brought? To be fair there is a quick trip back home to grab your swimsuit, but you also want to do cannonballs into the pool.

No you're not doing it in your own regular clothes.